This is the end of the passage. Qi Mu was buried here before the ninth floor that collapsed. Now standing here, you can still clearly see the broken traces on the passage wall.

There was a sound behind the few people. The fat man digged over with a groan. While wiping the sweat on his forehead with the sleeve of his robe, he opened his mouth to complain, but after looking at the battle marks all over the ground, he obediently closed his mouth.

Qi Mu was too lazy to see the fat man's stupid appearance and said to Qian Yang: "What should I do next? Dig a hole near here to find antiques?"

The fat man was upset when he saw Qi Mu, so he glared at him fiercely and said, "Is it not satisfying to be buried once?"

"You can hold on? You're so big!" Qi Mu was looking for trouble.

Seeing that the two of them were about to fight again, Qian Yang quickly separated them and spoke to change the topic: "How about trying to dig first, it shouldn't be a big problem to dig less."

The fat man nodded: "Since Xiao Qizi is so capable of digging, let him dig! I have to rest for a while!" He was really exhausted. He just dug all the way, and now he can't stand it.

"Then I'll dig it!" Qi Mu didn't care. It was not the first time anyway. As long as he was with these people, he was destined to be digging a hole.

Qian Yang found a wall and sat down and pointed at Qi Mu and said, "I'll reply first, and I'll take your shift later!"

Although the Mining Pill just now replied to Qian Yang's physical strength, he did not make him reach the best state. He planned to replenish his physical strength first. His physical strength value can directly affect his combat effectiveness. It is safe to maintain full combat effectiveness in this ruins.

Qi Mu waved the shovel and was about to take action, but the fat man suddenly frowned: "Why is the yin energy here so heavy? I feel that the power of earth movement here has been suppressed much weaker!"

"It was the ghost just now! In the late stage of the second-level, I felt so cold as soon as it came out." Tang Xiaoguo hugged her shoulders and shook them, as if it was really cold.

The fat man shook his head, dragged his body around the neighborhood for two times, and stretched out his hand to touch the hole wall from time to time. Finally, he pointed in a direction and said, "The yin energy coming from there is much stronger than that here. Could it be that there is a bigger guy?"

"Biger guy?" Tang Xiaoguo opened his mouth wide: "No way? Is there a third-level ghost here?"

"The third level is the third level, I'm afraid he won't succeed!" Qi Muhun didn't care, raised the shovel and dug it to the place where the fat man pointed.

Of course, there is indeed no third-level Yin spirit in this ruin. The third-level Yin spirit is equivalent to a cultivator in the Golden Pill stage. The ruins of the Wuliang Valley cannot raise such high-level spiritual beasts.

Since it is not a third-level Yin spirit, what can it emit a stronger Yin energy than the late-level Yin spirit?

The answer is: so many ghosts!

After the earth wall that the fat man pointed to, a large space was cleaned up by the ghosts abnormally. This space looked like a square. In the middle of the square, a porcelain bottle was placed upright. The ghosts dug up some glowing fluorite from somewhere, and they were neatly stacked next to the porcelain bottle.

The vaguely yin spirits surrounded the porcelain bottle, standing silently! At first glance, the feeling of déjà rituals came to the face. These yin spirits were of different strengths, but without exception, they emitted a cold breath of yin energy, and countless yin energy gathered into a ball, with amazing momentum.

Without warning, a sound of earth and rock overturning came, and the ghosts turned their heads in unison and looked straight at the big hole that had just been dug on the cave wall.

The person who caused the disaster was a middle-aged red robe. The man accidentally dug out the Yin Ling base camp. Looking at the Yin Ling army that suddenly appeared in front of him, the feeling of anxiety suddenly rose from his feet.

The middle-aged Hong Pao unconsciously placed the shovel on her chest and slowly retreated, but forgot that there was someone else behind him. This retreat happened to be firmly stepped on the feet of the people behind her.

The person who was trampled was amazing. It was Jin Zhanpeng, the young master of Wulianggu, who was in the world. He was still in a narrow passage. He didn't know the situation ahead. He only knew that the invisible man was digging a hole and actually retreated to step on his feet.

Jin Zhanpeng frowned, pulled out his foot hard, and then kicked the middle-aged Hong Pao's butt. Hong Pao staggered and pierced her head in front of the feet of a ghost in a graceful flat sandy goose-like manner.

The Yin Spirit was just a first-level shrimp. If it were placed in normal times, the middle-aged red robe could be dismissed by waved his hand. He didn't bother to take a second look. But today, under the gaze of hundreds of Yin Spirits, he did not dare to act rashly. He slowly raised his head and pulled an ugly smile at the Xiao Yin Spirit, and then he stood there and did not dare to move.

When the middle-aged Hong Pao fell to the ground, Jin Zhanpeng finally saw the big scene in front of him. The young sect leader looked a little stiff, but he was not surprised. He took another step forward with the kicking leg, and pulled another Hong Pao behind him to his side.

The people from Wuliang Valley who had entered the ruins before were only these three. They dug up here along the traces of the landslide and found something unusual. At this time, Jin Zhanpeng's eyes fell firmly on the porcelain bottle surrounded by the ghost.

It was a half-arm-high celadon bottle with a unique shape, with a slender neck, an oval belly, and three string patterns on the shoulders. There were also some staggered patterns on the bottle. Because it was too far away, Jin Zhanpeng didn't see it very clearly, but he vaguely felt that it should be a graphic patch of some kind of architecture and spirit beast.

Time seemed to be still here, and the ghosts were coldly watching the intruders, but their bodies remained motionless. Jin Zhanpeng stood at the edge with a red robe. The red robe, who was lying on the ground, tried his best to maintain the status quo, with only his eyes rolling around.

After a long period of quietness, Jin Zhanpeng saw that the Yin Ling had no intention of attacking. He breathed a sigh of relief and his mind became active: "This is the Yin Ling's nest? If you say that, the porcelain bottle surrounded by the Yin Ling would be amazing!" Jin Zhanpeng glanced at the Yin Ling in the square again, and easily found several second-level late-stage ones in it.

"What level of prehistoric antiques that can be tributed to several second-level late-stage ghosts as treasures? How much spiritual energy does it contain? At least it must be at the third level? Wouldn't that mean that if you can get it, the golden elixir will be just around the corner?"

Jin Zhanpeng's breathing became heavy. He had been trapped in the Great Perfection of Foundation Building for many years. The achievement of the Golden Elixir was his greatest hope. It was really rare to prehistoric antiques that could make people break through the bottleneck of the Golden Elixir. Even if he used the power of the Wulianggu Sect, after so many years, let alone finding an antique of this level, he could not even find some sensible clues.

If a monk wants to break through, if he does not have a suitable prehistoric antique, he can only rely on his own water grinding skills. A monk seeking immortality is to go against the will of heaven. Every time he breaks through, he is struggling. He can achieve nothing in the world of golden elixir by relying on his own strength. Even with the extraordinary qualifications of the Master Jin Sect and the investment of the sect at all costs, whether he can take that step before his life span is exhausted is between the two.

But if you get a used prehistoric antique, everything will be very different! As long as you absorb the spiritual energy, the golden elixir will be established, and more importantly, it will save him a lot of time.

As a foundation-building monk, Jin Zhanpeng has a lifespan of 200 years. Although he looks like a middle-aged man, he is actually nearly a hundred years old, and it will not be a day to be able to cultivate to the Great Perfection of Foundation-building. He has a lifespan of 100 years left. If there are no antiques, even if everything goes well, it would be a blessing that he can step into the golden elixir before his lifespan is exhausted. At that time, he will add another 200 years of lifespan.

Very good?

In fact, it is not the case. Every step forward of the monk's journey is much more difficult than before. With the resources he has mastered, it is impossible to further his life with the newly obtained two hundred years of life. If there is no accident, the golden elixir will be the end of Jin Zhanpeng's life!

Will Jin Zhanpeng be willing? Of course not! The young sect leader’s goal is the sea of ​​stars, how could he be willing to trap the golden elixir!

Since this is the case, a used prehistoric antique represents an endless future for him. Not to mention anything else, just saying that this antique can enable him to enter the Golden Elixir Stage a hundred years ahead of time is equivalent to giving him a hundred years out of thin air to attack the Nascent Soul. Although the chance of success is still slim, it is definitely not unattainable.

Besides, if Jin Zhanpeng entered the Golden Pill a hundred years ahead of schedule, how much will his ability to collect resources be improved? Will one more Golden Pill in Wuliang Valley be able to go further? How many resources will fall into the pocket of the young sect leader?

Greed flashed in Jin Zhanpeng's eyes, but a smile appeared on his lips. This opportunity actually appeared in the back garden of his house. Could this be the legendary destiny? Looking at the group of ghosts in front of him, the young master showed disdain on his face: But a group of second-level garbage, I can't cure you, and my father can't cure you? Since the antiques appear in the ruins of my house, they are destined to be my bag!

"Hahaha!" Jin Zhanpeng couldn't help laughing out loud. He was happy for his future and was also laughing at these ghosts. If the ghosts took action at this time, it would definitely cause him a lot of trouble. But for some reason, the ghosts seemed to have some concerns and just stood there blankly.

Since the Yin Ling doesn't act, when the young master goes back and brings the reinforcements, these awesome things in front of him will become native chickens and tiles!

“Kerala~”

The unexpected sound interrupted Jin Zhanpeng's yy. The corners of his mouth fell down. The opportunity was ahead. Any accident would make him feel unhappy. Following the sound, Jin Zhanpeng actually saw a shovel poking out from the wall next to him. Then, the shovel swung left and right, and a big hole appeared on the earth wall.

The smoke and dust from the soil and rocks slowly dissipated, and a young red robe holding a shovel actually walked into the square in a daze.
Chapter completed!