Chapter 486 Dig a vein
Gan Ping never thought that he would work like an ordinary person, drill into the deep rock layer, and wave the iron pick to dig the source block. It's just that he is stronger than others and has to bow his head. At present, I have not recovered from my serious injury. This damn place doesn't even have a trace of aura. Even if there is a trace of aura that I can absorb, I can run a trace of true element and open my ring. However, what disappointed Gan Ping was that no matter how he perceived it, there was no other power except the strange energy of heaven and earth.
This should be the word-to-mouth divine power of the people here. The spiritual people are superior. They squeeze the human race here in every way and compare themselves to God. This strange power is called the divine power. Perhaps because of race, there is no human race who can absorb and refine this strange power, which leads to the situation that only the spiritual race can practice here. In this way, there are naturally two people.
In the eyes of these spiritual people, this human race is a lower race. Like those monsters, they can shout, beat and even slaughter at will. Gan Ping can't imagine what kind of suffering the human race here has suffered. However, Gan Ping is not the savior. He can't save them at all, and he has no time to save these people. According to Lao Zhangtou, the number of human race here is more than a hundred times that of the spirit clan, but it is still forbidden to be enslaved by the spirit clan, which makes Gan Ping can't help sighing the horror of habit. Obviously, the human beings here have accepted their own fate and no longer resist.
Although the spiritual people who guard the mineral veins are not strong, they have a strange thing in their hands, which is as powerful as the god thunder of the immortal world. On the day he first arrived, Gan Ping had already seen this kind of thing in the leader's hand. His whole body was dark and his arms were long, and there was a small knob. As soon as he pressed it, he would ejected a fist-sized ball of light, and the power would blow up a small mountain.
A thing called a lightning strike can easily launch more than a dozen light spheres with such power, and can also eject all the energy in it at once. The power is really amazing. And according to the leader, such a lightning strike is only the lowest kind. If you meet the high-level one, even thousands of troops and horses will turn into flying ash in an instant. Therefore, Gan Ping extinguished the idea of fighting. The lightning strike in the hands of the small commander of the spirit clan can also compete with himself. If it is really sent out by hundreds of people at the same time, he will definitely be killed alive before he is seriously injured. What's more, there is a more powerful purple lightning striker in the hands of the unmarished leader?
At present, the most important thing is to repair the injury and find a spiritual stone. Gan Ping has faintly realized that this world must be related to the hero tomb, which may be the remnants of the ancient spiritual clan and the human race. Maybe he can find a spiritual stone here.
However, Gan Ping's greatest hope is to find a source of what is said among all the population. In the mouths of these people, it is simply omnipotent and one of the important things that make the lightning strike. This made Gan Ping vaguely feel that this source may be similar to the spiritual stone. If he can really find a piece of absorption, maybe he can open his ring.
It seemed that he couldn't stand the blow without wine. As soon as he arrived in this world, he began to fall asleep and had not come out in his arms for many days. However, it is exactly like this, which reduces a lot of troubles in Ganping. Except for the old Zhang's ancestors and grandchildren, only a few people have seen the little thing Huoer.
A hemp rope is firmly tied to his shoulder, and the other end of the rope is tied to a palm-sized flying insect. This kind of fat flying insect is the light source used by Gan Ping to dig the vein here. In fact, with Gan Ping's spirit dragon's determined cultivation, even without a trace of light source, he can clearly see things in this fingerless hole, but in order to avoid shocking, he still took this lantern worm with him.
Although the fracture of the body has not healed, Ganping is the fastest in everyone's excavation speed. No one here has been assigned a direction. They take an iron pick to chisel on the solid stone wall. If they can't complete the workload every day, there will be no food to eat. The stone wall here is extremely hard. Even if a strong man tries his best, he can only chisel half a foot long from morning to night every day, and Ganping drove out three or four feet in one breath on the first day of the well. The thin camel is bigger than the horse. Even if Gan Ping is seriously injured, his strength is much stronger than that of ordinary people. The more than 100 catties of iron pick is like bean sprouts in his hand. It is an idea from time to time not to damage the iron pick too hard.
At this time, the people in the group found that this sick-looking teenager was not an ordinary person. There was such a great power in the body that could be pushed down with one finger. It was really unattainable. It is a common problem to follow the strong no matter where they are. After the red-eyed Ganping got something as rich but failed to grab it, these people tried every way to get close to Ganping.
In this source mine, naturally, whoever does more will have more food. Although the spirit people are particularly harsh, they are not in debt to these strong workers who can go down to dig the source mine for them. After all, who can't get over the money-making machine? After Ganping chiseled three feet in a day, the shocked mine owner immediately rewarded Ganping with a lot of rich food, and piled up several strong iron picks on the side of Ganping vein. After all, with such a rapid excavation, the wear of the iron pick is also quite serious. Obviously, the mine owner has regarded Gan Ping as the golden chicken that lays eggs. With such a speed, isn't it a long time to excerate the source mine? In the past, I was jealous of the natural magic miners in other mines, but now one of them has appeared here, which makes the boss so happy that he can't close his mouth.
As for the kind-hearted people Lao Zhangtou and Lingling who met on the ghost car that day, they were assigned to the kitchen to do chores because they did not have enough physical strength. There is less work to do, and there is not much natural food, but the good thing is that Ganping doesn't need to eat at all. He can drink some water every day, so all the food is given to the two grandchildren. Lingling is only thirteen or fourteen years old. It's time for her to grow up. These foods come at the right time, and there is no reason for Lao Zhang to refuse.
Although Gan Ping is still sick on the surface, his injury has healed, and the dislocation of the internal organs are also rejuvenated under Gan Ping's strong resilience. However, a month has passed in the world, and the source mine has no clue at all. Gan Ping sat obliquely at the mouth of the cave, with a grass stem in his mouth. There was a tinkling sound of digging from it. It was the fire that waved the iron pick in it. The little thing was more powerful than himself. He smashed a whole rock in two or three times, but the iron pick was out of shape.
In this cave, only the iron pick where Gan Ping is located wears the fastest, but the depth of travel is also the farthest, thousands of feet away. According to the mine owner, if there is no source mine for another 3,000 feet, it will be excavated in another direction.
A tattered iron pick roared out with a strong wind. It was the fire that threw out the iron pick that could no longer be used. Gan Ping ignored whether the iron pick was worn or not. At present, his injury was healed. If he really dig with all his strength, he could dig to the bottom in a day. However, that's really too shocking. What's more, my injury hasn't healed yet. It can be delayed for a few days.
He raised his left hand with a wry smile, which was still covered with flesh and blood. Although it was much better than a month ago, the dark golden bones can still be seen in many places in the arm bones. The power of space is really too stubborn. I don't have the help of Zhenyuan mana. It's hard to expel this power by relying on my body. The strong resilience of Gan Ping's body makes the wound constantly deriving flesh and blood, but the power of this space keeps preventing the wound from healing. Fortunately, Gan Ping's blood is deep. Otherwise, he will be bleeding for a month in a row.
A figure jumped out of the cave, reached out and threw the refined iron pick in his hand into a twist, and plunged it into Ganping's arms. He sighed helplessly. It seemed that today's work was finished, and his face was worn with more than ten iron picks. Huo'er had been chiseled more than ten feet away in a moment. I heard that the mine owner said two days ago that the iron pick he used was too expensive. He wanted to order an iron pick made for himself. He also said that those high-level absenteeism in other mines had such a magic weapon.
It's ridiculous that the mine owner thought he could stay in this small place all his life and open the mine for him? Gan Ping has secretly made a decision. As long as his injury heals and digs the source mine, he will leave this place. It's been too long. I don't know what's going on in the Tianfu mainland. I always have to find a way back. After all, this is not my home.
If the source mine can really replace the spiritual stone, I will have no scruples and recover. In the face of these weak spiritual people, who can stop himself? Unfortunately, in a vein, the source mine that can produce is only more than ten catties. When I came here, this mine had just been opened. Now so many days have passed, it has not yet been chiseled on the vein.
Helplessly put down the sleeve of his left arm. Gan Ping leaned against the mountain wall and planned to rest for a while. Although he could not practice, Gan Ping also took advantage of this period of time to sort out everything he had learned before, but he did not waste his time. When Gan Ping's eyes narrowed slightly and his right hand kept calculating, there were bursts of screams and scolding in the distance, mixed with women's crying in the middle. Hearing this sound, Gan Ping's eyes were shining all over the world. He had already recognized that the voice was made by Lingling.