Han Ling City, Ling Kuang Mountains Mine Camp
Qiye lay quietly on the damp straw mat, his eyes focused and thoughtful, with faint traces of tears still remaining in the corners of his eyes. After a long moment of silence, a chill woke Qiye out of his daze. He turned around and looked around. Outside the open tent, the sky and the earth were pitch black, and the cold wind roaring from the deep mountains and canyons was blowing wildly. The whole camp.
"Is it already night?" Qiye whispered to himself. Seven or eight workers in the camp were lying on the straw mats around Qiye. They had no bedding and were only wrapped in a layer of damp grain straw. The dilapidated tent could not withstand the cold wind. Everyone hugged themselves tightly and huddled up. No one could sleep peacefully in such a cold night.
Although Qiye also felt cold, he was much relieved compared to the severe pain he felt before. Now the pain has mostly dissipated, and the muscles and bones all over his body have been restored unconsciously. I believe it will not take long to recover.
After experiencing it carefully, Qiye could feel that the wounds all over his body were quietly healing at an incredible speed. No healing medicine was needed. It only took time for the wounds to recover. Although Qiye didn't know why, he was very happy to see this: because in this slave mining camp, it was almost impossible to get a bottle of healing medicine. Many slave porters died in pain because they were sick and had no medicine. .
Qiye endured the stinging pain from the cold wind and the vague residual pain on his body without changing his expression. Thinking that he would take the first step in spiritual practice in the future, Qiye was full of expectations and longing.
The weather was freezing and the icy wind was biting to the bones. Everyone had no sleep all night and had to suffer until dawn. Unknowingly, light snow has fallen on the mountains under the dark curtain, and the deep valleys are filled with silence and low insect chirping. Occasionally, from deep in the forest, a few "cooing" sounds of nightbirds unwilling to be lonely can be heard.
In the night sky, a line of black smoke mixed with wind and snow swept across the mountains. The black smoke swept away the fallen leaves and dived into the depths of the mountain streams. In the dark valley, a mysterious man covered in black robes stands on the edge of the cliff. Under the black robe is a handsome and charming man's face. This man is Wu Sang, the genius priest of the Wu clan.
Wu Sang stands on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the depths of the mountain stream. After a moment, an astonishingly white, slender and voluptuous right hand was stretched out from the wide sleeves of the robe. It looked like the delicate jade fingers of a Chinese woman in her twenties and eight years. Wu Sang's right hand was seen floating in the air, and his lips whispered a curse:
"The Night God of Witchcraft purifies my vision. The Ming God of Witchcraft makes my heart clear. With my three lifetime wishes, I can understand the changes in the world!"
After he stopped talking, several complex, mysterious and ancient inscriptions were suddenly intertwined on his fingertips. The inscriptions slowly rotated and expanded. Finally, when the inscription appeared in the void with a perfect and dazzling pattern, countless weak lights like fireflies gathered from the sky and the earth, and the huge inscription became even more dazzling in an instant.
For a moment, the light on the inscriptions crushed into countless fluorescent bats, and the fluorescent bats fluttered down the deep mountain valley with the noisy sound of "叽 咋 咋".
Wu Sang on the edge of the cliff closed his eyes quietly, receiving the information sent back by the countless fluorescent bats. The fluorescent bats searched all the cliffs of every cave in the deep valley and mountain stream, but found nothing. After waiting for a moment, Wu Sang finally opened his eyes with some disappointment.
"Could it be that...that old guy really turned into ashes? And that exquisite witch sword...?" Wu Sang whispered to himself, and then looked at the dark and seeping abyss below, his eyes flashed, and a trace of light appeared on his face. Unwilling to be fruitless, he then jumped up and fell straight down the cliff into the dark valley.
At this moment, Wu Sang no longer paid attention to whether Hunyuan Taizu was dead or alive, and the high priest's induction would not be false. However, the whereabouts of the exquisite witch sword must be found out. Whether it died together with the old guy or for other reasons, I have to give a reasonable explanation to the high priest.
With a "pop" sound, in the fast-flowing underground river, Wu Sang dived into the water like a cannonball, and then calmly turned his hands to form a huge ball of light. The ball of light slowly expanded, displacing the surrounding water, and swept Wu Sang away. San is completely wrapped in it.
Wu Sang slowly opened his eyes, steadying the ball of light that was being washed away by the huge current, and then took steps to search the bottom of the underground river step by step. The water-proof light ball also followed the rhythm of Wu Sang's steps, continuously rippling the spiritual energy detection waves layer by layer, scanning all the jagged rocks and corners of the water bottom...
I don’t know how long I have been walking under the water, but the originally dark bottom of the water slowly became clearly visible. Wu Sang raised his head and looked at the dancing light and shadow on the water. It was obvious that after walking for such a long time, he had walked out of the underground river of the continuous mountains and arrived at the vast and bright outside of the mountains.
Before I knew it, it was daybreak, and the water surface became clear and translucent. I couldn't catch even half of the remaining spiritual power of the exquisite witch sword even though I searched all the way.
"The old guy has indeed been destroyed, but why can't he see the exquisite witch sword even after walking so far? Even if it falls into the underground river, it can't reach such a long distance? How can there be no trace of spiritual power leaking out?" Wu Sang Some frowned and questioned, but after a night of searching, they found nothing.
At this moment, Wu Sang's face was extremely cold, but he was more worried: if he didn't find the exquisite witch sword, he would definitely not be able to return to the high priest. He was now the most popular talented successor to the high priest. The exquisite witch sword has not been recovered, and it is very likely that his status in the heart of the high priest will be greatly reduced.
"Hmph! Damn old thing, you can't even make people worry about it even if they die." After feeling resentful in his heart, Wu Sang continued to search along the river bottom, unwilling to fail, until he reached the bottom of the river two to three kilometers downstream. . Wu Sang actually vaguely heard the shouts of killing.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" As Wu Sang continued to float to the surface, the shouts of killing became increasingly clear. After a moment, Wu Sang quietly emerged from the water with a pair of cold eyes. He saw countless tents stationed on the vast and open valley plain in front of him, and the tents were stacked on top of each other. More than a thousand soldiers were practicing fighting on the river beach with their swords in hand and bare chests and necks.
It seems to be a human soldier camp. After scanning the entire river beach, Wu Sang understood. Looking at the scale, the entire camp might have tens of thousands of people, and this camp was naturally the slave camp where Qiye was. Normally, Wu Sang always pays close attention to the human race, but now there is no clue about the search for the Linglong Witch Saber. Every corner of the valley has been searched. It is related to his future and plans, and he has no time to pay attention to what he has been thinking all along. Prejudice.
"Could it be that the exquisite witch sword was taken away by human spiritual cultivators?" A bold and incredible guess flashed through Wu Sang's mind. Although it was a slim possibility, he would rather kill ten thousand by mistake than miss ten thousand. The unique Wu Sang will never let go of any negligible detail.
As a result, Wu Sang closed his eyes slightly, and the light waves of spiritual power rippled like ripples from a dragonfly on water, covering the entire valley. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes and frowned slightly. During the induction, the spiritual power of the entire river beach was as dense as the starry sky. It seemed that it was impossible to distinguish the aura specifically due to the interference of too many ore spirit stones. But despite this, Wu Sang still sensed the existence of a few auras with slightly stronger spiritual power than ordinary people. Apparently there were a few capable spiritual practitioners in these tents.
"If these people want to hide the exquisite witch sword, it is not impossible."
So Wu Sang decided to sneak into the camp to find out. After making this decision, Wu Sang sank into the water and turned into a trace of black air, then followed the meadow more than half a meter high by the river and quietly walked into the valley camp.
In a short time, Wu Sang successfully arrived in the grass outside a tent. The black air clung to the ground. At the same time, a faint spiritual energy penetrated into the tent, and then the black air floated to another tent. Outside, it is like a cool breeze caressing people without noticing.
At this moment, Qiye still restrained all his aura and sank into his soul to rest and nourish himself. Wu Sang floated to the camp where Qiye was, and his spiritual power penetrated into the tent. After finding nothing unusual, he quickly left. At this time, Qiye in the spirit world did not notice the slightest movement outside the tent, but while closing his eyes and meditating, Qiye felt a tremor coming from the outer boundary membrane of the secret realm in his mind.
Qiye, who was sitting in the void of the spiritual world, suddenly opened his closed eyes and looked up at the bright and empty sky above the spiritual world. Although it was only a faint tremor, it was still affected by the Hunyuan refining state of "full perception of the body's realm" aware.
"What's going on? The secret realm just fluctuated for no reason... Could it be that... someone is using spiritual power to detect me?" Qiye was slightly startled and guessed. Although I don't know who is doing such detection, it is a potential huge threat to Qiye, who currently has no strength.
If the spiritual generals in the mine camp detect that he is practicing spiritual power, he will be executed by Lingchi, not to mention that he also has an enviable treasure. The thought of this makes Qiye a little frightened, like a frightened bird. disturbed.
Qiye held his breath, dripping with cold sweat, his heartbeat was pounding, but his body did not dare to move at all. He lay on the straw mat in a daze, waiting for the storm to pass. After a while, the fluctuations calmed down, and everything ended as if it had never happened. But Qiye felt that he had simply experienced an excruciatingly long time, and his tense soul was panting heavily like exhaustion.
Looking back, Qiye was sincerely grateful. My own secret realm and Hunyuan Refining Realm can completely block any spiritual prying eyes, and no matter how huge the energy emitted by the treasure is, it can be destroyed without stopping. The Hunyuan Refining Realm wraps the spiritual world and will not emit any spiritual particles at all. Even if ordinary spiritual practitioners try their best to restrain the aura, it is impossible to achieve such perfection. Therefore, unless he takes the initiative to release spiritual power, no one can find out Qiye's true strength level. Although he didn't know what happened outside just now, for the sake of caution, Qiye still chose to remain silent.
After Wu Sang searched tents one by one to no avail, he targeted several white tents in the slave camp. Compared with the many gray and shabby slave camps, those pure white snow-like tents looked particularly dazzling and at the same time the most suspicious.
With his own "mysterious spirit level" strength, Wu Sang believed that there were very few people in the human race who could match him. Most of the powerful human race were still at the "war level" level, which was a whole level away from him. Spiritual monks with lower strength cannot sense the existence of spiritual monks with a higher level than themselves, so Wu Sang can rely on his own strength to be so confident that he can explore the camp alone.
