This battle was considered a 'tragic victory' for Mo Juren. Although his body was unscathed, he lost a complete set of formation equipment, plus two top-level magic tools.
Although he was not short of this amount of spiritual stones, he was still not satisfied with the result. Therefore, after returning to the ground, immediately let go of your spiritual consciousness and start searching.
"Hey, this is it!" Suddenly, his eyes were fixed somewhere.
There, there was a piece of dark jade the size of a thumb, which seemed to be a box. The entire box is inserted deeply into the soil, with only a small portion exposed outside.
Mo Juren suddenly felt happy. Is there any unexpected gain?
He stretched out his hand and took it into his palm instantly. Sure enough, my guess was correct. It was indeed a box, but it was not made of jade.
There are some strange patterns carved on the box, and the style is quite ancient. It is obviously quite old. The box body is as black as ink, neither gold nor jade, but it can survive the self-destruction, which shows its sturdiness.
Of course, he doesn't care about the material now, but what's in the box makes him look forward to it more. Packed in such a special box, it is definitely not an ordinary item.
Thinking of this, he couldn't hold it back any longer, and with a little force in his hand, the box opened.
"This... demon pill!" The moment the box was opened, the contents inside were revealed. A ball the size of a baby's fist, emitting fiery red brilliance, is the inner elixir of the monster.
Moreover, looking at the size and purity of this demon pill, it is not level five, but a rare level six.
Even in a place like Chaotic Star Sea, where there are countless monsters, the price is not cheap. And if it were replaced by Tiannan, it would be priceless, and it would be no exaggeration to say it was priceless.
Before he was in Wanhua Street, he was thinking about whether to try his luck in buying a batch of fifth-level demon pills in the central store. If he brought them to Tiannan, he would definitely make a lot of money.
Later, I thought about it and let it go. It felt unreliable for a monk in the early stage of foundation building to do this. Therefore, I gave up this tempting idea for the time being. Anyway, it’s not just one time, there will be many opportunities in the future.
"What a good thing!" At this moment, Mo Juren could no longer suppress the joy in his eyes, and quickly put it away, feeling extremely comfortable in his heart. Not to mention anything else, this demon pill alone is enough to make up for the losses in this battle.
"No, since the box can survive the self-destruction, is there anything else? There were many magic weapons falling nearby at that time."
Suddenly he thought of something, and then he flashed and started looking for the nearby area. After a while, when he returned again, a smile appeared on his face again.
Just as he thought, not everything was destroyed by the self-destruction, but was impacted to a greater distance by the aftermath of the explosion.
After careful inventory, there is a high-level flying knife magic weapon, a high-level short-foot magic weapon, various levels and shapes.
There were several different magic weapons, all of which were owned by the two subordinates before.
The opponent threw the magic weapon into the air, and before he could attack, both poisons broke out, and the magic weapon naturally fell to the ground. Unexpectedly, it was preserved because of it.
It's a pity that neither the storage bag nor the Tianlei Zi, as well as some spiritual talismans were found. It seems that they were destroyed because they could not withstand the aftermath of the self-destruction.
These things are naturally not as good as top-level magic weapons, and he won't use them. However, its quality is still good, and the total quantity is quite large. If you sell it in Tianhua Building, you can also get a large amount of spiritual stones.
There was no loss, but a profit, and it was a big profit. This was really beyond his expectation.
"After taking so long, it's time to leave." Having gained a lot, he had no regrets anymore. He glanced around, no longer hesitated, and summoned the blue flying boat to break through the sky.
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Tiannan, the wasteland spiritual mine.
Bursts of buzzing sounds suddenly sounded in the underground cave, and the ancient teleportation array that was originally peaceful was activated again, and a strong white light lit up. The next moment, a familiar figure emerged in the center of the array.
"Finally home."
Glancing towards the cave, Mo Juren's expression softened slightly. Although many preparations have been made in advance, it is unlikely that the location will be exposed, but there is still some worry in my heart.
Of course, the days of such security are numbered, with only two years left before the demonic invasion. If no other method is found by then, this possibility will suddenly increase.
Thinking of this, I suddenly thought of the last conversation with Xin Ruyin. The other party once mentioned that the ancient teleportation array can be completely mastered within three to five years at the earliest.
In this way, even if the original formation is destroyed, a new one can be built on the same spot.
This is indeed an excellent way to hide the possibility of exposure of this array to the greatest extent. However, three to five years is still a long time, and he can't wait.
"Is there any other way?" Mo Juren, who walked out of the center of the array, thought quickly. He glanced at the ancient teleportation array beside him and suddenly felt something in his heart.
"If I do that, I wonder if it will work?"
A subconscious flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, making Mo Juren's eyes reveal a hint of unspeakable excitement. However, it is still just a guess. Whether it will really work in the end, you still have to ask professionals.
Xin Ruyin, I hope this genius formation master can be more powerful, and his efforts to recruit him will not be in vain.
rest area,
When Mo Juren returned again, he happened to see a figure shaking in front of the cave door where he lived. It was none other than one of the several Qi-refining period disciples stationed at the spiritual mine.
I remember this person’s surname is Huang. He has good cultivation qualifications. He comes to Ling Mine to do miscellaneous things.
At this time, the other party obviously seemed to be in a hurry. He was pacing back and forth in the area in front of the cave window, looking confused. From time to time, he glanced at the door and wanted to reach out and knock, but he felt timid and put it down again.
Suddenly, his eyes subconsciously looked to the side, and he happened to see a familiar figure, and he said with ecstasy in his heart:
"Senior Mo, are you not in retreat in your room?"
"I've been out for a while, what happened?" Mo Juren didn't explain anything, but asked directly.
He had specifically warned him that day that he needed to practice in seclusion in the following days. If there is no major matter that cannot be handled, don't disturb him, even if it is the time to escort the spirit stone once every six months.
"Senior, please forgive me. I really didn't mean to disturb you. There is really something involving the operation of the spiritual mine, and I have to come here to ask you to take action."
"Oh?" The other party said it so solemnly, which aroused the curiosity in Mo Juren's heart, and then said,
"Tell me, what exactly is related to the operation of the spiritual mine?"
"That's not a serious matter. It's just that if the seniors don't come forward, I and the few disciples in the Qi training period really can't make the decision." After a pause, the monk surnamed Huang began to explain.
It’s not complicated, it’s about mortal absenteeism.
Some time ago, a large pit in the Spirit Mine collapsed, causing all the mortals who were working there to be buried in it.
The incident happened too suddenly. The mortals who were absent from work were already extremely fragile. How could they still survive in the face of such a disaster? Most of them were gone in an instant.
According to statistics, the final death toll in this mining disaster reached thousands. For ordinary people, this was definitely a large-scale disaster. It is unknown how many families will fall into the deep pain of losing their loved ones.
However, according to the monk surnamed Huang, it is not a serious problem. The reason why he was worried here was not because he was worried about the life and death of mortals, but because he was considering the operation of the spiritual mine.
When it comes to the death of a mortal who is absent from work, immortal cultivators have a different mentality. They will feel pity and regret, and they will pay generous compensation afterwards, but they will not be sad.
What he is more concerned about is the continued operation of the spiritual mine. Once the number of miners decreases and the output of the spiritual mine is insufficient, how will we complete the tasks set in the door? After all, the spirit mine has regulations, and a certain number of spirit stones must be handed in every six months. If you fail to complete it, you will be derelict in your duty.
After entering the spiritual world for many years, Mo Juren has gradually become accustomed to the monks' style of dealing with things. Coldness and ruthlessness are the norm, and interests are the fundamental. Comrades are full of intrigues and plots against each other. Killing people and seizing treasures is a common thing.
As for mortals, they are just ants, who cares about their life and death? This is not just the magic path, not even the righteous path.
The exception is that compared to the former, righteous monks have a slightly lower bottom line. At least it is rare for them to sacrifice blood to mortals on a large scale in order to practice a certain secret technique or to refine a magical artifact.
The magic way is different. There are absolutely no taboos. There are too many secret arts and magic weapons that involve sacrificing a large number of souls, gathering endless resentment, etc., and they are all evil things that are wrathful and resentful.
It's a pity that the way of heaven never gets angry, let alone imposes the slightest punishment. On the contrary, it is like encouragement. Whether it is the righteous path or the devil's path, there is a clear path for growth, and it will not be affected by doing all the evil things.
Mo Juren felt that this situation was actually more like cultivating a poison, where all strength was respected, the winner could continue to improve and achieve unlimited achievements, while the loser died, and everything was over.
And those who can finally achieve the highest achievement with great perseverance, great opportunities, and great wisdom are equivalent to the last Gu King. What they can obtain is not eternal beauty, but the ending of being assimilated by the way of heaven.
In this regard, he could only remain silent. This was the rule of this world, cold and bloody. He must adapt, otherwise how can he survive in this cruel world?
