Divine Venerate of Martial Dao

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Yuan Cheng took Han Yu and several people into the Guangming mine. At this time, the mine was blocked by the Guangming Holy Land.

Passing through a long and narrow cave, inside is a huge Underground World, where there are houses, spirit jade splitting field, weapons smelting field, ore smelting field and other areas. The spirit jade ore of the bright vein is mined and transported here for one-time processing The finished spirit jade is then shipped back to Guangming Holy Land.

In normal times, there is a lot of traffic, day and night work, but at this time it is so quiet that you can’t even see a ghost.

There are a number of mines extending into the mountain range. It is the spirit jade mining hole.

Han Yu they walked half way, and suddenly a white robed old man walked out of one of the mines, making everyone’s mind tight.

Yuan Cheng quickly introduced: “This is my Martial Uncle Guiyuan daoist.”

Guiyuan Daoist’s gaze swept across several people, and finally fixed on Han Yu’s face. His vision instantly became extremely sharp, with faint sword energy crisscrossing his pupils.

Han Yu is not afraid, and looks at him calmly.

“Unexpectedly, Fellow Daoist Han is here too!” Guiyuan Daoist said deeply, unable to hear the joy or the worry.

“Come and take a look.” Han Yu responded flatly. However, he was wary in the dark. Guiyuan’s daoist aura was restrained, making people unable to see his true cultivation base, but from the name of Yuan Cheng, it can be guessed that this person must be another powerhouse of Half Saint Level and is definitely a dangerous person.

Guiyuan daoist retracted his gaze and looked towards Fenglang rushed: “This must be Feng Clan’s Young Master, right?”

Fenglang Chong clasped his fists, and said neither humble nor overbearing: “Feng Clan Feng Clan, meet Guiyuan daoist!”

Guiyuan daoist nodded, said: “For Feng Clan, the old man is like thunder piercing the ear. I hope that Young Master can relieve my worries!”

Feng Langchong felt quite uncomfortable. Guiyuan daoist called Han Yu a Fellow Daoist, but called him Young Master. There was obviously a huge difference above the generation level. However, no matter how arrogant the wind and waves are, he does not dare to talk with the half saint, with a confident expression: “Senior, rest assured, we will definitely spare no effort.”

“Well, please come with me!” After Guiyuan daoist said, he glanced at Han Yu, then turned and walked towards the mine just now.

Feng Lang Chong took the lead in following the Guiyuan daoist, and Han Yu followed Feng Lang Chong. Yuan Cheng and Fenglang Chong walked side by side, constantly introducing them to the situation of the bright veins. Behind a few people, followed by 7 experts from Bright Holy Land, a total of fourteen people entered the mine.

“When that happened last time, the blood spilled to the surface of the mountain. At that time, the blood light was soaring and terrifying was extremely terrifying. After 3 days, the blood slowly returned to the veins, and now it disappeared again.” Yuan Cheng side Walk aside.

The wind and waves rushed nodded, looked towards Guiyuan daoist and asked: “Guiyuan Senior, did you see the army crossing the river of blood last time?”

“Yes.” Guiyuan Daoist answered calmly without looking back.

A touch of discomfort appeared on Feng Lang Chong’s face, no matter how they were also the helpers invited by Bright Holy Land, Guiyuan Daoist, as the manager of the bright vein, made Feng Lang Chong feel despised with such a lukewarm attitude.

In fact, with the wishes of Guangming Holy Land, it is to ask Feng Clan’s semi-sage powerhouse to help. However, Feng Clan Semi-Holy did not want to take action at all. He sent the storm to lead people to see, if it can be solved, it can be solved, and if it can’t be solved, then go back.

Guiyuan Daoist was also very upset to see that he had only sent so few people here. If he hadn’t left with a glimmer of hope, I’m afraid he would have gone away and would not bother to greet him.

Especially Han Yu, which made him very awkward.

Within the mineral veins, the mines are like a large dragon-like spreading underground, tangled and complicated, and they are simply a New World isolated from the world.

Although the spirit jade has been mined in the places I walked through, the Spiritual Qi in the mine is still so rich that it is almost substantial, like clouds and mist passing by.

“Martial Uncle was here that day. I saw the blood river rolling and the army crossing.” When he reached a corner, Yuan Cheng introduced.

When he got here, Guiyuan Daoist obviously slowed down, and he could see that he was quite dreaded. It was him that day, seeing a terrifying sight here, and was frightened.

The wind and waves rushed to Guiyuan daoist, so I could not help curl one’s lip, and said quite braggingly: “Guiyuan Senior, as Junior expected, what you saw on that day should be an illusion.”

“Illusory? Impossible!” Guiyuan Daoist turned his head and denied directly.

The wind and waves washed up a few steps, touched the wall with his hand, with moist soil on his hand, and said: “If that is the real thing, even if they retreat, there will still be blood stains in the soil, but now not at all.”

Guiyuan daoist also dug some dirt from the wall with his hands, put it on his nose and sniffed it carefully. After sniffing, he showed a meditative look, saying: “There is indeed no smell of blood, but this does not mean it is an illusion. But the old man saw it really, not fake.”

Guiyuan daoist is quite certain, he doesn’t believe that any illusion can confuse his eyes.

Feng Lang slapped the dirt off his hands and said: “Senior doesn’t know anything about it. The things buried in the spirit jade vein generally do not exceed 4 conditions, medicine ingredients, weapons, corpses, and fake deaths. If you press Senior, even though , What you see is true, is there an army buried in this vein? This is not realistic. And since that army has already appeared, why did it retreat?”

Guiyuan daoist carefully figured out what the wind and waves said.

“Blood energy!” At this moment, Yuan Cheng’s exclamation came.

Everyone hurriedly looked in the direction of his fingers, and saw a wisp of red aerosol floating out of it, with a strong smell of blood-reeking qi. The blood energy is pouring more and more, as if there is a pot inside, smelting blood.

Guiyuan daoist took a few steps involuntarily, with a look of fear on his face, saying: “That day, blood mist is in front, blood is behind, and the magnificent army with thousands of men and horses is coming across the blood. !”

The voice of Guiyuan daoist was a little trembling, and there was no longer the grace that a semi-sage powerhouse should have.

Feng Lang Chong only felt funny in his heart, the dignified half-sacred courage was actually Small Accomplishment. Said: “Senior, what we see now is an illusion. If you don’t believe it, close your eyes and smell it again. Does it smell of blood?”

According to the words of Guiyuan daoist, he closed his eyes and sniffed the scent carefully. Sure enough, there was no bloody smell. When he opened his eyes again, when he saw the blood mist, he smelled blood again.

“This is just the simplest illusion. It confuses the eyes first, and then evolves sensory cognitions such as smell and hearing through the eyes. As long as you close your eyes, what will not happen, the illusion will be shattered.” Feng Lang Chong explained.