I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 231
Half an hour later, the flying boat stopped at a hill, and Hongzhuang cast a spell to activate the secret door, and enthusiastically introduced Song Boyu into it, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Brother Ling, is this the Sanxiufang City you mentioned? Why is it so desolate and weird?"

Song Boyu glanced at the surrounding environment. There were jagged rocks, white bones, and a cold wind. He asked with a half-smile.

Ling Hongzhuang still had a warm smile and was about to use his method when suddenly his eyes flashed and the person disappeared.

He secretly thought that something was wrong. Just when he was about to call for help with his spiritual consciousness, he heard a voice as soft as the breeze coming to his ears, "Are you talking about a market or a tomb?"

Just as Ling Hongzhuang was about to retreat, he felt a chill on his neck and saw his body: "My head?"

Before Ling Hongzhuang could react, the Qingfeng sword energy rolled up, and his head was minced into pieces of flesh. The Yin Shen smoke floated out, and he was instantly torn and annihilated.

Song Boyu did not rush to manifest his true form, but continued to swim in the form of Qingfeng Sword Qi, peeking around, and found that there was a place where spiritual energy was flourishing in this desolate secret realm.

He peered into it with his divine jade black-yellow eyes and discovered that there was a camp and a mine where the aura was flourishing. Eight fully armed monks were scolding and beating a group of haggard monks who had their spiritual bones locked, and numbly got into the mine.

Most of the monks whose spirit bones were locked were in a daze and despair, and obeyed mechanically and numbly. Only one young monk with a slender figure and fair skin was disobedient and was cursing loudly and begging for death. What greeted him was endless beatings and torture. .

Song Boyu suddenly realized: "So, this is actually a rare Yuanjing vein! No wonder they deliberately tricked the monks into coming here. It turned out to be to dig for Yuanjing."

Song Boyu knew this kind of thing from the historical scene of Zhao Langzhu. The so-called Yuan Jing is a kind of ore that contains extremely high purity spiritual energy. It is extremely valuable in itself. It is a superior spiritual material slightly inferior to the untainted spiritual material. Rumor has it that It was formed before time immemorial and is a highly valuable ancient artifact.

Legend has it that in ancient times, the spiritual energy of the world was abundant and viscous, forming a large amount of Yuan Crystal Liquid, which is all stored in the Lingxu Realm. The Yuan Crystal Liquid is like amber, and some of it has sealed ancient strange objects. Some of these strange objects are good and some are bad. Many of them are It's an evil thing that hurts people invisible.

Digging Yuanjing veins will be contaminated by the evil spirit emitted by ancient evil objects, which will inevitably damage your cultivation and life span. If an ancient evil object happens to be discovered, you may even die on the spot, so most monks are unwilling to do it. .

The imperial court and the Holy Land used the demon sacrifice method and the puppet mining method to mine Yuanjing, and they also monopolized the Yuanjing and ancient rare items on the market.

Song Boyu now understands that this is the monk's version of a body bonding job.

His eyes became extremely cold, and his voice was emotionless: "In the mortal world, there are people who open private mines and take people as slaves, and the same is true in the world of immortality. Although they have extraordinary power, they do not have extraordinary aspirations.

No, it should be said that cultivating one's life instead of cultivating one's nature releases more terrifying desires. Compared with demons, these people cultivate more like demons.This place should be purified! "

In the mine camp, the unconvinced young monk fell to the ground. His whole body was numb and painful, as if insects were eating his flesh. He stared at the monks who were casting spells with hatred, but he finally calmed down and did not dare to anger these people anymore.

"Oh, your eyes are still weird? Are you not convinced? You blame yourself for being stupid and being deceived here. You can't blame anyone else but your own lack of brains! Just accept your fate honestly and don't..."

The monk wearing spiritual attire went up and punched and kicked him. He seemed to be relieved and cursed while talking.

But suddenly, a blood hole as thick as a thumb appeared on his head. He fell to the ground with a thud. Yin Shen smoke floated out, and he was crushed by a breeze of sword energy.

Song Boyu didn't hesitate at all, the Qingfeng sword energy spread freely, and all eight monks in spiritual clothes were killed.

Although these vicious monks in front of him are very vicious, their strength is actually very average. The strongest is just a wandering spirit, and they are not his one-in-one enemy at all.

With Song Boyu's current combat strength, even if he encounters a red-eyed sword-scale dragon fish whose strength is equivalent to the second level of visualization, he can win in a hundred-stroke civil war.

The young monk was already in despair. He didn't expect that with a blow of wind and sword energy, all those vicious guys would die?
He danced and shouted: "Dead, hahaha, they are all dead! They are all dead! Thank you, senior, for rescuing us. Please, senior, break the spiritual bone nails for us and save us."

None of the monks who were digging Yuan Jing in the mine came out. They were all numb and desperate, and even more frightened.

This group of spiritual decorators often pretends to be attacked and pretends to leave. Anyone who takes the opportunity to escape will be brutally tortured.

After repeatedly testing human nature, these monks who were nailed to their spiritual bones no longer had the courage to commit suicide. The remaining people could only live on or wait for the evil things in the Yuanjing mine to kill them.

Song Boyu ignored the crazy young monks and the group of haggard monks who were still mining mechanically. It didn't matter if he rescued them sooner or later. The key was to get the fruits of victory after eliminating the evil!
The storage bags of the eight spiritual decorators, the raw crystal stones accumulated in the camp, and all the valuable things that could be swept away were all packed and taken away.

Even corpses cannot be spared. Each corpse is a ready-made source of vitality essence. It cannot be wasted. Remove the head and refine the rest into flesh and blood essence.

He also turned around and looted Ling Hongzhuang's body, and then refined the body into flesh and blood essence. After doing all this, Song Boyu turned back and smashed the spiritual bone nail on the young monk's back with a blast of sword energy.

Then he hung far away from the entrance of the mine and shot out several blasts of breeze sword energy, knocking off everyone's spiritual bone nails with surgical precision.

"The villain has been punished, and you are free!"

Song Boyu's voice was strong and echoed in the mine.

The monks suddenly woke up from a dream. Many of them were trembling and ran out of the mine frantically.

The young monk outside the mine didn't know why he went crazy. Instead of leaving quickly, he ran deeper into the mine.

"Why are you so crazy!" Song Boyu cursed secretly. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to take the risk and pull him back. Watching living people die in front of him was not his style.

As the Qingfeng Sword Qi penetrated deep, I felt an inexplicable aura intruding on me. If the sword Qi wasn't sharp and masculine, and there were traces of black and yellow Qi hanging down, I might have been hit.

The man ran not far, but Song Boyu blocked his way with his sword energy: "You are running in the opposite direction, hurry up and come back with me."

"Senior benefactor, I didn't run away. I hid a big treasure with a rare item inside, and I want to hand it over to you personally." The man gasped, his eyes flashing with excitement, as if he was about to offer a treasure.

As he spoke, he crossed the Qingfeng Sword Qi, broke open the rocks, and took out a piece of Yuan Jing wrapped in ancient stone skin. A trace of emerald green was revealed in the cracks of the stone skin.

Song Boyu felt a rush of blood, and the Yinmang Spirit Treasure seemed to be urging him. In addition, he had maintained the state of Qingfeng Jianqi for too long, it was difficult to continue, and he directly turned into a burly man.

"What is this thing?"

At this moment, a shrill roar suddenly came from the Yuanjing mine, and a black shadow jumped out and attacked Song Boyu and the young monk holding the stone-skin Yuanjing.

(End of this chapter)