Retrograde fairy way

Kara!

A dark blue iron chain was thrown to the feet, and there was a piercing sound of gold and iron, splashing a cloud of dust, making the dark mine cave buzzing back and forth.

"What does it mean?"

Wang Mo glanced at the iron chain, turned his head with an ugly expression, and said to the three who accompanied him.

"Hehe, it's just to prevent Fellow Daoists from making any bad moves!"

Liu Zhicheng still smiled and said indifferently.

"Could it be that all miners wear these shackles?"

Anger burst into Wang Mo's eyes, as if he was about to explode.

"Wear it as long as you want, why is there so much nonsense? If it weren't for the sake of Lao Liu bringing you here, I will reward you with a hundred killing sticks first, so that you can know that Tianlingyu is not from the Yuanyuan like you. You can run wild at will!"

The monk who threw out his shackles and his face was full of flesh, his eyes gleamed coldly, and he shouted with tyrannical disdain.

"Fellow Daoist Liu, I'm sorry, this is also for the sake of me, You Fengmen, so I can only wrong you, fellow daoist. Of course, it's not too late for you to change your mind now. As long as you sign this blood contract, you can enjoy the treatment of ordinary disciples. If you have to improve your cultivation in the future, maybe your status will still be higher than mine!"

Liu Zhicheng shook his head slightly nonchalantly, and casually took out a palm-sized gold leaf, which was densely covered with bloody runes, which looked extremely strange.

"This......"

Taking a casual glance at the gold foil, Wang Mo's pupils shrank suddenly. With his eyesight, he could see that those blood-colored runes were a contract like a contract of prostitution.

If you sign this contract, I am afraid that without a very high level of cultivation, or a very special secret technique, it will be difficult to unravel it without paying a small price.

Obviously, this Youfengmen is to hide the existence of the Spirit Washing Pool and the mine veins, and it does not hesitate to use this method to tie people up, so that people will not be allowed to leave.

But he had already made up his mind, there were more important things to do, how could he be willing to sign such a contract like a contract of selling himself, immediately bowed his head with an ugly face, and under the watchful eyes of several Youfeng Sect disciples, he put the shackles on the ground He picked it up and buckled it on his ankle.

Where the shackles entered the hand, a sense of coldness suddenly penetrated into the skin, even with the strength of Wang Mo's physical body, he couldn't help shivering.

What made his pupils shrink suddenly was that at the moment when the shackles were tightened, his body seemed to be under heavy pressure, and his strength was suppressed by nearly half.

In addition, the true energy in his body, which had not been fully recovered, was directly suppressed so that it could hardly be sensed.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Liu, how do you feel?"

Liu Zhicheng said with a smile.

"What is this?"

Wang Mo asked with an ugly expression.

"Oh, you don't need to know this, I just want to remind you, don't try to open it by force, or you will suffer!"

Liu Zhicheng clicked his tongue twice, turned to look at the fat monk and said, "Please take care of Deacon Peng!"

"Haha, don't worry, of course Lao Peng will take care of the person you Lao Liu sent!"

Deacon Peng laughed wildly, waved his thugs, and with a clang, a dark blue iron pick appeared on the ground, which seemed to be made of almost the same material as the shackles, and said to Wang Mo: "Boy, pick up the guy you eat ,Ha ha!"

Hearing this, Wang Mo's eyes were slightly stern, but he had to bow his head under the eaves. Since he chose this path, he had to continue acting. What's more, the fat monk in front of him gave him the feeling that he was an avatar God Dzogchen monk.

Although I don't know why this person is so friendly to Liu Zhicheng, but there must be something strange in it, but it has nothing to do with him.

Without too much hesitation, just a timely expression of struggle appeared on his face, as if he was not very willing, so he bent down and picked up the iron pick.

But just as he was picking it up, he suddenly felt a strong wind coming from all over his neck, and when he wanted to dodge it, it was too late. When the severe pain came, there was a loud bang, and his body fell to the ground involuntarily.

"Jie Jie, boy, when you come to the uncle's place, just be obedient, otherwise you will feel better!"

He slapped Wang Mo down with his palm indifferently. The fat monk gave a weird laugh, leaned over and grabbed Wang Mo's wrist, and licked the ring on his little finger.

Aware of his intentions, a look of resentment flashed in Wang Mo's eyes at the right time, and he struggled without hesitation.

Bang!

He was punched again on the back of the head, and Wang Mo felt his eyes go black, countless golden stars flickering, and the crazy smiles of several people, as well as the storage ring on his palm, were forcibly taken away.

"Hmph, I don't know how to lift up!"

The fat monk weighed the ring casually, and a violent look flashed in his eyes. He scanned Wang Mo's body under his feet back and forth, and then grinned grimly: "This precious garment is not bad, and it belongs to me, Lao Peng!"

As he spoke, he bent down again, trying to tear off the blood-blue robe.

"Okay, old Peng!"

Liu Zhicheng, who had been watching coldly, stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "Perhaps Fellow Daoist Liu will change his mind, and we will be brothers in the same sect in the future. It's better not to embarrass him too much!"

"Hmph, it's cheaper for you!"

The fat monk snorted coldly, stopped his movements, raised his foot and kicked Wang Mo far away, casually picked up an empty storage ring from the table beside him, threw it on Wang Mo, and then pointed at the ring far away. A passing monk said: "You, just you, take him down the mine, and teach him the rules!"

The man trembled, ran up to Wang Mo without hesitation, picked up the storage ring and stuffed it into Wang Mo's arms, pulled one up, and went deep into the dark mine.

"Hey, look what good things this kid has!"

After Wang Mo and the two left, the fat monk smiled and looked at the ring in his middle. A ray of gray brilliance flashed in his eyes and entwined towards the ring.

In the chirping sound, the power of Wang Mo's consciousness on the ring was immediately expelled. Wang Mo, who was running with the man in the mine, turned pale, his body trembled, he staggered uncontrollably, and almost fell down. On the ground, it was caused by a sudden attack on the consciousness.

"Tsk tsk, what this kid has hidden is really good, come here, everyone who sees it will have a share!"

After checking the contents of the ring, the fat monk clicked his tongue, his eyes lit up, and said to the three of them.

The three of Liu Zhicheng did not hesitate, and unceremoniously shared the contents of the ring with them. Seeing their familiar movements, it was obvious that they had done it more than once.

"Okay, this matter is over, you two continue to guard the Xilingchi, I will report this to Elder Li!"

After a quarter of an hour or so, the four of them finished dividing up the treasures in the ring, and Liu Zhicheng said this.

"it is good!"

Lu Zixing and Zhang Ming turned their heads and left without much hesitation.

"Since Lao Liu still has something to do, Lao Peng won't stay any longer!"

Xu Shi was very familiar with each other, and the fat monk didn't say much.

"Hehe, goodbye!"

Liu Zhicheng bowed his hands and left the mine immediately.

"This Liu boy is a good man. Every time he brought monks from the lower realms, he didn't search directly, but shared it with me. He will take care of him in the future!"

Seeing his leaving back until he disappeared, the fat monk showed a complacent expression, turned to humming a little song, walked to the table by himself, and drank the spirit tea.

......

Pfft!

In a dark corner, the monk who was instructed by the fat monk to take Wang Mo away casually threw Wang Mo aside and turned around to leave.

But after a pause, he suddenly turned his head and stretched out his hand to grab the iron pick in Wang Mo's hand. When his fingers touched the iron pick and pulled it outward, it was as if he was holding a green pine in a rock, unable to move at all.

"what are you going to do?"

In the darkness, a deep voice sounded, and suddenly two star-like eyes stared directly at the man's eyes. Wang Mo, who seemed to be in a coma, had already woken up.

"Cough...hehe, I...I just want to see if your injury is serious!"

The man showed embarrassment, smiled, let go of his hands, and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute!"

Wang Mo stretched out his hand and grabbed it, staring into his uneasy eyes, and said in a deep voice: "You forgot what that Deacon Peng said, and asked you to tell me the rules of this mine?"

The man trembled, as if he was a little afraid of Wang Mo's eyes. After thinking for a while, he shrank his neck and said softly, "Let go!"

The voice was crisp and clear, although Wang Mo deliberately suppressed his throat, but still let Wang Mo listen to it, he took a closer look at this person, and found that although his face was covered with dust, his neck was quite delicate and fair, which made him a little embarrassing. opened hands.

"Actually, there are not many rules, you just need to hand in the spirit stones on time, and be careful of those miners, and...don't lose the blunt spirit pick!"

After the man finished speaking, without waiting for Wang Mo to say more, he got up and left in a hurry.

Hearing the clattering noise, Wang Mo came back to his senses, shook his head helplessly, put his hands down in a slumped manner, looked at the dark cave around him, and sneered, "What is this?"

As he spoke, he stood up with the pickaxe in his hand, stretched out his consciousness and scattered into the distance.

What surprised him was that with the power of his divine sense, he could only reach out a few miles away, and he couldn't compare with the outside world at all.

Dang!

He casually raised the heavy iron pickaxe and smashed it towards the rock wall. The ear-piercing loud noise made the corners of Wang Mo's mouth twitch. Shallow traces spread out.

Fortunately, he has always been determined. When he was in Tianfeng Continent, he was quite familiar with this kind of spiritual vein mine. Although the environment was too bad, he was not discouraged.

Gathering his thoughts, Wang Mo grabbed the storage ring from his bosom, poked in with his spiritual sense, and found that the space inside was not small, but there was only a white jade slip.

He took out the jade slip, pasted it on his forehead, and checked it. After a while, Wang Mo put away the jade slip with a rather gloomy face, and said coldly: "What a Youfengmen, this is simply because you don't intend to let these people who enter the mine People leave alive, unless they join their sect!"

It turned out that in this jade slip, there were a few points of information recorded, which were the rules for entering the mine.

Every other year, go to the place marked on the map recorded in it, the spirit stone dug up by the Shanghai Stock Exchange, and must report your location at all times, that is, to inject a piece of your own breath into the jade slip every month.

This jade slip is connected to the shackles under the feet, and the restrictions are quite special. It was refined by a strong man in the Nirvana realm in the sect, and Wang Mo's cultivation base cannot be broken at all.

What's more, the material of these shackles is extremely special, and it can suppress the cultivation of a cultivator who has transformed into a god, and there is no way to open it.

As long as a breath is input, the person in charge in the mine can check its movements through the formation.

It is said that it is for the safety of the miners, and that they are afraid that they will get lost in the deep hole. To put it bluntly, it is because they are afraid that they will do other things.