Infinite Magnetic Field Tyrant

Chapter 203 Daoguo and Lord Hunyuan's Mining Career
"Fuck! This scene is too beautiful to look at!"

Meng Qi covered his face, unable to bear to look.

"A black version of Tang San Buddha, using a harpoon to violently attack the Jie Dao? Is that reasonable? Fortunately, this Tang San Buddha doesn't know the Zhuge Crossbow, otherwise he would be in trouble."

"'Tang San Buddha uses Zhuge Liannu to shoot down the red-haired monster'? How could I have such an idea? I can't even think of a coherent string."

"Damn it, it must be Xu Nan's doing. I really want to punch him."

Hearing this fellow from Earth say this, Luo Feng, who was waiting to start work, asked curiously:

“Brother Meng, what are you talking about.”

Meng Qi was also puzzled when he heard this:

"No way, sir!"

"You didn't even know about this epic connection between Shi Hao in the Blood-Moving Realm furiously killing Buddha Tang? Don't you people on Earth go online anymore?"

Luo Feng said: "I don't know"

Meng Qi asked, "You've heard of Young Master X from the X family, right?"

Luo Feng replied: "I don't know either."

Meng Qi was puzzled: "No, brother, how come you are from your era and don't even know this?"

Luo Feng replied: "I was born in 2038, and I will be in Nirvana for about 25 years."

Meng Qi: "? Great Nirvana?"

Meng Qi suddenly jumped up, his two-inch body almost hitting Luo Feng's nose:

"Fuck, are you Luo Feng from Swallowed Star?!"

The void suddenly trembled violently, and the supervisor Tang San's harpoon suddenly changed direction and broke through the air.

Meng Qi let out a strange cry, and a pocket-sized Overlord Sword slipped out of his sleeve. The blade flashed like water, cutting through the void - but it only managed to cut off half of his sleeve.

The supervisor knew that Meng Qi was teasing him and this was just a warning.

"Are the two little guys having a good chat?"

Tang San stepped on the red-haired monster's head, the harpoon in his hand spewing out dark purple lightning.

"Ding!"

Two bronze waist plates smashed onto the ore pile, and the sparks left afterimages in Luo Feng's pupils.

"Get your ID cards first."

Tang San's harpoon pierced the ground between the two of them, and dark purple lightning blasted spider-web-like cracks along the veins.

Luo Feng saw a red light spreading deep in the crack, which was the glow emitted by the ore.

"Before dinner."

The sole of the supervisor's boot crushed the red-haired monster's head, and the rotten flesh dragged a dark green trail on the crystallized ground.

"You must dig enough ore to equal your own volume, otherwise you will be whipped."

"After you've mined your daily quota, any extra ore you find can be exchanged for rewards."

"You can only rest two days every seven days, and you have to work eight hours a day."

Luo Feng and Meng Qi looked at each other.

It seems that this condition is quite simple?

…………

……

A deep underground cave.

Luo Feng looked at the map and then compared it with the scenery in front of him.

Beside him were the twelve ancestors of the lords, and a group of little people of about the same size as Meng Qi.

According to the supervisor, these little guys didn't know how they ascended up.

He couldn't hold it in anymore when he rushed over.

"How can there be such useless things? You are not even as good as a speck of dust, let alone air."

If the supervisor wasn't the real Tang San Buddha, and was still kind-hearted, Meng Qi and the others would have been wiped out by the air as soon as they ascended.

Even if it couldn't absorb the vital energy from the upper realm, it had to be carefully nurtured by the supervisor to grow to its current size of two inches.

The supervisor even joked, "I heard they call themselves Dao Fruits. If that can be considered a Dao Fruit, then you can all be considered above Dao Fruits. That red-haired psychopath over there, he's got countless Dao Fruits just from spitting."

Meng Qi: “…”

Back to the present. This underground mining area is even larger than Luo Feng imagined. At this point, he is not much different from an ordinary person, so he can't see how wide this cave is.

Looking at the blood-colored ore on the wall, Luo Feng frowned and a long knife appeared in his hand.

"clang!"

Luo Feng's Hunyuan blade slashed on the mine wall, and the collision between the blade and the ore layer flew out three-inch sparks.

The blade that was said to be able to split the Hunyuan space, and that had killed countless world-class Hunyuan with one blow, now only left a white mark on the blood-red ore.

However, his Hunyuan weapon was almost scrapped and had countless cracks.

Meng Qi sat cross-legged in the void, with a Dao Fruit appearing above his head. The Dao Fruit's pressure, which was comparable to that of the multiverse, was superimposed on the Overlord's Absolute Sword, enough to open up a multiverse. However, when it struck the stone, it only shook off a rustling dust.

The dust wasn't even created by him, but was weathered.

The two-inch-tall little man stared at the powder in his palm, holding the toothpick-sized Overlord Sword, his voice trembling: "I am a fucking Dao Fruit!"

"Save it."

Tang San's harpoon was stuck between the two of them, and the dark purple lightning reflected the dense cuts on the mine wall.

Among those ravines of varying depths, the deepest is only as long as a fingernail - all of them are marks of despair left by generations of ascenders.

The red-haired monster crawled out of the shadows, dragging its chains, and slapped the rock wall with its rotten claws.

The pitch-black rock suddenly rippled, revealing a blood-red halo flowing within. "The blood marrow ore is the solidified origin of the upper realm. Your toys..."

He scoffed and spat out half a broken tooth.

"Not even worthy of a scraping."

As he spoke, the red-haired monster pointed at Meng Qi, who was only two inches tall.

"And that little pet over there, why are you just splitting the stone skin? No, why are you so weak that you can't even open the stone skin? Tsk tsk tsk."

Hearing this, Meng Da Tianzun was about to refute, but he saw Luo Feng wipe the stone skin that his Overlord Absolute Sword had chopped, and the stone skin fell down, and his face turned red instantly.

Luo Feng smiled bitterly when he saw this, because he found that the other twelve lords were not much better than him. One or two of them could not even split the ore.

"Get the tools."

Tang San swung dozens of dark red pickaxes.

The moment the pickaxe head fell to the ground, the void trembled violently.

Meng Qi's Dao Fruit was actually cracked like a spider web, and Luo Feng was forced to kneel on one knee by the escaping pressure - this was just the natural fluctuations emitted by the pickaxe!

When Luo Feng grasped the handle of the pickaxe, the skin on his palm was instantly torn apart.

The power of the pickaxe penetrated his flesh and blood, and he was horrified to find that the blood-red runes lit up on the pickaxe head, each of which was a billion times more complex than the laws he had comprehended throughout his life.

"Okay."

Tang San swung the pickaxe casually.

A dark red light streaked across the rock wall, and the mineral veins that should have been indestructible shattered like tofu.

A blood marrow ore the size of a human head rolled to the ground, and the cross-section flowed with the primitive Taoist rhyme that suffocated Lord Hunyuan.

Meng Qi suddenly laughed bitterly: "Even the Dao Fruit-level Yuanshi Tianzun Pangu Banner..."

He touched the grooves on the pick with trembling hands.

"Not even one trillionth of this thing."

Luo Feng also gritted his teeth and swung the pickaxe.

The moment the pickaxe tip touched the rock wall, he felt like he was waving a source world!

When he swung it out, he felt that the power was billions of times more terrifying than that of a lord superimposed with a source world.

"boom!"

Just by exerting this power, the lord-level body that he once prided himself on was shattered into pieces, and blood gushed out. Luo Feng watched with blood gushing out of his eyes as the pickaxe finally chiseled out a fingertip-sized ore - and this was already the best result among the thirteen lords.

Meng Qi's situation wasn't much better. The pickaxes in the hands of those little guys shrank considerately when he touched them, otherwise they wouldn't even be able to lift them.

At this rate, can it mine an amount of ore equal to its own volume in eight hours?

"Snapped!"

The dark and strong-looking Tang Buddha began to wave the whip in his hand again.

Meng Qi: “…”

Fortunately, I was not picking cotton, but mining.

Damn, the supervisor's skin color, the scene of him cracking the whip, and the supervisor's name, what a bad taste.

(End of this chapter)