Chapter 159 Go Out

Jinyang, standing in the deepest part of the fire, did not get the dream mother mine, but met the king of the silver moon god clan. Although he was still sleeping, no one knew when he would wake up.

"This... is not good for you to go out!" Staring fiercely at the Silver Moon God King behind the fire barrier, the blurred figure suddenly moved, his pupils shrank, and he took a cold breath.

The fierce man in the holy light world jumped up and madly urged his mana. He wanted to leave here quickly and avoid the earthfire mountains far away. It can be imagined that when the Silver Moon God King was born, it must have turned upside down, and the whole mountain range would be reversed. I don't know how many people died.

The fast-rising world of holy light is like a big fish, desperate to hit a fast-floating ore, and Jinyang has no time to collect it.

When diving, there is great pressure and impact, but the rise is extremely fast. In less than a quarter of an hour, the world of light is about to rush out of the flowing ground fire. Like a potential crocodile under the water, a master of hunting, but Jinyang dares not go out now.

The sound of chistinging overhead is continuous. One may be very small, but hundreds of thousands have accumulated, that is, it is hot, and you can hear a cheer from time to time.

Monks, whose cultivation is not high, are all slaves, defeated, plundered, and even captured by a team of special monks. Various origins and complex components also cause these people to often riot and move. They need to mine their cultivation. Finally, they have to lock up the cultivation of more than the seventh level.

While the slave monks were excited, Jin Yang secretly complained that it was extremely difficult not to disturb those people to sneak out. Even the old black demon was waiting outside to send him to his door.

The world of holy light was stunned under the ground fire. Jinyang's heart moved and slowly leaned against the volcanic wall, and the carve of the underworld came out of its sheath. The dark red mountain wall is like a tofu block, cutting several feet deep with one sword, which is still the result of Jinyang's retention. At that moment, the sword spirit was vertical and horizontal, and large pieces of rock fell.

The mountain rock peeled off, and the silent Jinyang listened to the jingle above and knew the gap with them.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the focused Jinyang entered the mountain wall and directly hit a big hole to avoid anyone seeing him come out of the ground fire.

Looking at the cave slowly cut down by the hoe, the light is a little dark, and one person is tall, which is a little depressing. The cave was like a snake, stretching and winding, and Jinyang didn't know where he was standing for a moment.

As he was observing, the voice of conversation came, in which there were some disputes: "Shen Chang, this black ink fairy stone that is about to rush up from the depths of the ground fire has a share, and I want half of it!" The heavy voice is of course, and there is no hesitation at all.

Jin Yang listened and heard a green voice and roared firmly: "Wu Fu, others are afraid of you, but I'm not afraid of you!" I want to rob my black ink fairy stone in exchange for my life!"

Shen Chang's voice fell, and the next moment there was a sound of ping-pong, and there was a metal attack. If the obscure mana fluctuations were not close, it would be difficult to feel.

Within less than ten breaths, he heard Wu Fu mutter to himself: "It's not easy for everyone. I wanted to save your life, but unfortunately, how can you swallow the black ink fairy stone worth 60 spiritual crystals alone!"

"Ah! Who are you?"

Jin Yang at the corner looked at him quietly and did not move. A broken leather armor was randomly put on the body, and the raised muscles were a little blue, bare feet, and big thorns stepped on the gravel, unlike monks, but like a beggar.

Wu Fu looked at Jinyang, holding the black ink fairy stone that was still dripping blood in his arms, staring at a pair of big eyes, and a fierce flash of fierce light flashed. It's just that Jinyang didn't move, and he stood there without moving his position.

"Kid, hold a broken sword, don't show off!" The big man narrowed his eyes, freed a hand, and slowly looked at Jinyang. The gravel creaked, and his eyes stared at Jinyang. The young monk, dressed in sackcloth, looked at him a little uneasy and suddenly became nervous.

Jinyang, who looked at him silently, still didn't move. No one knew what he was thinking. Wu Fu's fierce eyes seemed to cheer himself up. I am unconsciously calculating the distance between this and Jinyang.

One foot, half a foot, one foot...

passed by.

"Isn't his life worth 60 top-grade crystals?" At the moment when he passed by, Jin Yang suddenly opened his mouth and immediately shocked the nervous Wu Fu and almost didn't hurt anyone.

The cold voice and forceful momentum, Wu Fu took a cold breath, stood stiffly behind Jinyang, swallowed his saliva, and said with difficulty, "Human life is the least valuable thing here. If you want to go out alive, you can only get more mines!"

Wu Fu, who was fixed, did not dare to move, and a slight momentum released by Jin Yang made him feel that the next moment was death.

"You go!" Jin Yang's voice was a little cold, but he was not embarrassed, but he raised his legs and looked around the corner. Wu Fu's heart suddenly fell to the ground, tightened the black ink fairy stone in his arms, and strode to look out of the cave.

Jinyang, who slowly turned around the cave, was a thin child, and his blood was still flowing in the air. His rags clothes became rags, and intertwined scars were all blunt. The face on the ground was pressed hard and stained with blood-stained gravel.

Jin Yang stood there. After a moment, he didn't say anything. This person is a portrayal of himself. If he is pressed to the ground one day, he will definitely die even worse.

With the route Wu Fu walked, his eyes kept sweeping across the stone wall. There was no ore in the winding passage, which was thought to have been cleaned up by the slave monk.

Jinyang, standing in the crater, glanced at the monks below, holding a piece of casual ore in his hand, followed the slave monks looking at the people who surrendered to the crater. The slave monks who came up seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and their hanging hearts fell to the ground.

"Yunying Xuanshi Mine, ten top-grade spiritual crystals!"

Huh? Six*crystal ore! 45 top-grade spiritual crystals!" The person who handed over the ore was suddenly happy and couldn't help but secretly say that as long as he had a few more lucky times and found such a stone, he could get a new life and get out of this damn place.

The person collecting the ore was expressionless. Jinyang didn't look up at him when he went there. The patrol monk glanced at the sword on his back and didn't care. The weapons of slave monks have long been taken away, and the moment of the underworld is like a broken sword on earth, with no aura.

The golden yang standing on the edge of the mine looked at it. After a moment, his spiritual power suddenly swept out, and all ten miles around appeared in his mind.

There is no fairy monk, and there is no Montenegrin demon!

With a smile, the old Montenegrin demon didn't want to believe that he could come out alive, and it seemed that he didn't send anyone to guard the mine. Take a deep breath and leave. No one knows when the Silver Moon God King will wake up. The sooner he leaves, the better.

jumped up, and the monks in the sky did not react in an instant. Jinyang had disappeared from their attack vision.

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