My cultivation script went astray

Chen Lang was temporarily released. The new supervisor allowed him not to go down the mine recently because of his life-saving grace.

"My name is Shi Ming. I am from Muzhou. Where are you from?" the new supervisor asked.

"Chen Lang, Qingzhou City."

"Qingzhou? That's a good place. There are not many Taoist priests around." Shi Ming recalled, and a ray of clarity appeared in his eyes. "I went there once when I was young."

Chen Lang shook his head, "There are many Taoist priests there. Recently, a group of people came to rob."

"A group?"

Shi Ming shook his head, "Brother Chen, that's already considered happiness. The whole city near me has been sacrificed. There is no one there during the day. The ground is covered with blood and bones. There is no living person. Only when it is quiet at night, can you hear someone crying in the cellar."

"Sacrifice the flag?" Chen Lang was surprised. "You also have the Ten Thousand Souls Banner?"

"That's for sure."

Shi Ming smiled bitterly and said, "I heard that the goddess of Pingtian Sect was refining magic weapons and arranged many people and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to harvest souls everywhere. My side is close to their lair, so it is particularly dangerous.

The Tianjian Sect and several sects once joined forces to encircle and suppress them, but they all failed, so many people on our side fled."

He simply stated that the reason he came here was because he forged the documents of the Tianjian Sect and tried to sneak in to become an outer disciple, and then he was caught.

Now he has entered the Tianjian Sect, but his identity is a black slave mining.

"Refine magic weapons?" Chen Lang fell into deep thought. He couldn't even encircle and suppress the Tianjian Sect. This Pingtian Sect is a bit scary.

The one who carried the flag at the beginning was probably the Ten Thousand Souls Banner Qingzhou City Branch Banner.

"Now you are a supervisor, is there a way to get out?" Chen Lang asked.

As he explored this place, he had a brilliant idea. If it went well, he would definitely be able to finish this mine and complete the system task.

It is unrealistic to dig a mine. If he uses violence, he must have a cultivation level of at least the foundation-building stage, and he can't wait.

"No one can get out."

Shi Ming said: "It's not easy for me to be a supervisor. I have to be responsible for the performance of a large mine. If I can't complete it, I will be removed and new people will come up.

So I must supervise them and let them work hard, but forget about getting out."

The benefits are also obvious. He doesn't have to work, just wave the whip.

However, he added: "I can communicate with the outside world. This is the rule of the mine."

Communicate with the outside world? That's fine.

Chen Lang said: "I want to contact someone outside. Can you help me?"

"You saved my life, just tell me about this little thing."

"Okay, I'll write a letter later, and you can help me send it to the Tianjian Sect."

After a brief greeting, Chen Lang took out the thorny bone, which was stained with a drop of blood, which was thrilling.

The place where the blood was exposed was corroded with several cracks. He had touched it with his hands before, and his skin was cracked.

Seeing that this thing was extraordinary, he took it specially.

"What blood is this?" Chen Lang asked.

"I don't know, it should be from some creature in the ancient fairyland."

Chen Lang was speechless, "Really?"

You are more boastful than me, always talking about the ancient fairyland.

Shi Ming didn't care, "The formation of a mine is probably related to the ancient fairyland. This is an ancient battlefield, and it is normal to have some relics of ancient great men."

Chen Lang was slightly stunned, staring at the drop of blood for a long time, "Then can this thing be eaten?"

"Do you want to die?"

Shi Ming was speechless, "This thing is so evil that it can only be transported out and sent to the spirit gathering array to be used as spirit stones. Those foundation-building cultivators who have practiced body training dare not touch it. If you dare to eat it, you will probably die suddenly."

Only 80%?

Chen Lang said, "What if he doesn't die?"

"Are you serious?" Shi Ming thought for a moment, "I heard that some alchemists ate ancient remains and didn't die, but they mutated and became very strong, but they died of illness not long after."

"Are you sure you want to eat it? I see that you have a good cultivation base. Even if you want to go out, you don't have to fight so hard. Slowly work hard to improve your cultivation base, and you can also be a supervisory gangster, which will be much easier."

Chen Lang hesitated for a moment, and suddenly came to his senses and wanted to slap himself in the face.

What are you thinking?

Eighty percent of the chance of death, isn't there still a 20% chance of success? There are precedents of success.

What's the difference between a 20% chance of success and giving it away for free? There is still room for hesitation.

At present, there is a Nine-Turn Pill and a Resurrection Scroll. At worst, he will die and start over.

After consent, Chen Lang took the bloody bones back to the cave. The skinny monkeys had helped him break through two rooms, laid thatch, and even sent a few tattered blankets. It can be considered a mansion.

It is easier to do things with fists. It would be great if every mission could be done with Wushuang.

But that is obviously impossible. You still have to be low-key when necessary.

After returning, Chen Lang first found some paper from a skinny monkey, and then borrowed a pen from Shi Ming. After thinking for a moment, he began to write a letter:

[Qingchan, I am doing well here, you don't have to worry]

"Fuck, so cheesy." Chen Lang thought, but there is no way now. He is asking others to do something, and it is a very important matter.

He can use the earth escape talisman to get out, but the problem is that he can't go to Tianjian Sect. If he is discovered, he will be punished.

"She should help me, right?" Chen Lang recalled, thinking that their relationship is actually quite good. They have everything except love and hatred, and have experienced ups and downs together.

So, he continued to write:

[When I was near the waterfall of Tianchi, I saw an egg. It was the magic bird I raised. Go and see if it is still there. If it is, see if you can think of a way to transport it here. I need it now.

In addition, it is best not to let other people see this. It is best to transport it secretly.

Love you Chen Lang, mua. 】

Thinking about it, he crossed out the last sentence. It is better to be serious. If he annoys others and they don’t help, he will have to slowly find a way to get through it.

After writing, he rolled up the letter, asked Shi Ming for an address, and sent it to Tianjian Sect together.

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Soon it was night, and the other miners came back.

A group of skinny monkeys came in, ate, and went back to bed early. They were all very tired and snored soon. It was different from outside. Laziness here might be fatal.

And Chen Lang now has a large room of more than 20 square meters, so he is not afraid of being disturbed.

It’s time to start.

Chen Lang took out the bone, carefully scraped off the black blood and bone fragments with a piece of broken iron, and put them in a bowl.

A small amount of bloody debris fell on his skin, and there was a hissing sound, causing his skin to crack and blood-colored mist to emerge. Through the blood mist, he could vaguely hear a shrill roar. In the bloody sky, there was a bright knife light that pierced through the sky and slashed at him.

Puff.

Instantly, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, his spiritual power was boiling, and blood appeared in his eyes.

"What a powerful thing." He immediately cleaned the debris on his skin and calmed down after a long time.

It was so terrifying just by touching the skin. If it stabbed Shi Ming, he would definitely be finished.

About a quarter of an hour later, Chen Lang opened his eyes, wiped off the blood, and thought about whether he should take the Nine Revolution Pill before or after the meal. He only had the last one.

If he took it before the meal, he was afraid that it would not work. If he took it after the meal, he was afraid that this thing would kill him in seconds, and then he would waste his life.

People who often play games know that resurrection coins are much more precious than recovery pills. Besides, he has never died. He doesn't know whether the resurrection scroll works. How can he use the resurrection scroll if he is dead?

"Forget it, let's eat them together." He finally made a decision.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside, coming towards him.

"Who?" Chen Lang looked up.

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