Chapter 142

Before walking far, Lu Yangrong suddenly stopped.

There were two people lying on the street not far ahead, motionless and unable to see their faces.

One is holding a gong in his hand, and the other is holding a bang. Judging from this identity, it should be a beater from Linfeng City.

At this time, it has not really entered the night, how can the beater appear?

What's the matter with lying here?

"Hey, those two watchmen in front, are you dead or alive?" Lu Yangrong held the flying sword and did not rush forward, but just stood there and shouted.

Guan Jin sneered aside and said, "What can there be in an ancient city of mortals, it is worth being so cautious."

Although he said this, Guan Jin held an amulet in his palm, stepped forward, and turned one of them over.

"what!"

Guan Jin exclaimed and took a few steps back.

Su Zimo and the others could see clearly from behind that this person was already dead.

Dead, everyone has seen.

But this is the first time I have seen such a strange and terrifying death!

This beater had skinny cheeks and wrinkled skin, as if all the essence of flesh and blood had been drained from his body, staring at gray-white eyes, full of confusion.

Until this person died, I am afraid that he did not know the cause of his death.

Guan Jin took a deep breath and stretched out his feet to turn the other person over. The death state was almost the same as the former.

This kind of feeling is as if the two were walking on the road to fight, and suddenly met with bad luck, and the corpse was on the spot.

Su Zimo squinted his eyes, pondered a little, and suddenly walked to the store on the side, kicked the door panel, and turned around inside.

Everyone inside is dead.

Regardless of gender, age, and age, most of them died in deep sleep, and the state of death was exactly the same as that of the beaters outside!

When Su Zimo returned to the long street, Leng Rou and the others had just walked out of the other houses with a solemn expression and lingering fears.

"All dead!"

The little fat man swallowed.

Although the five people present were all cultivators, and there were even four foundation-building cultivators, they had never experienced the scene in front of them.

And if a few people are not bad, I am afraid that the people in this entire ancient city are already fierce!

Su Zimo quickly drew a picture in his mind.

Last night, Linfeng City was still as quiet and peaceful as before. Almost all the people in the ancient city were asleep, and the beggars were walking on the road, but bad luck suddenly came!

Everyone is not spared!

Most died in their sleep.

There are at least 100,000 people in a whole city!

In one night, they all died!

Lu Yangrong said solemnly, "It must be someone from the Demon Sect!"

"Well, the people in the Demon Sect are cruel and ruthless, unscrupulous, and this method of death is obviously not caused by the right way." Guan Jin also nodded.

Su Zimo suddenly asked, "What did the disciple of the sect who discovered the spirit mine here before say in the letter?"

The little fat man said: "It's nothing, that is to say, a spiritual mine was discovered in the southern suburbs of Linfeng City, and it is being mined. The mining will be completed in about two days. The junior brother said that some cultivators were found near the spiritual mine, and he was worried that someone would take the risk. , so let the sect send a few foundation-building cultivators to come to support."

After speaking, the little fat man suddenly reacted, stared at his small eyes, and asked, "Brother, you don't want to say that the murderer of this ancient city massacre wants to snatch our sect's spiritual mine, right?"

"Probably."

Su Zimo nodded: "It's too coincidental that this happened just after the discovery of the spiritual mine near Linfeng City."

"Then what should we do, are we going to the spirit mine yet?" the little fat man asked.

Su Zimo pondered: "Send a letter to the sect first, and tell us that the situation has changed. You guys have spent a lot of spiritual energy on this journey. It is best to restore it first, and then go to the spiritual mine to find out..."

"Junior Brother Su is too weak, if you are afraid, don't follow."

Before Su Zimo could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a sneer from Lu Yangrong.

Guan Jin also squinted at Su Zimo, his eyes full of ridicule, and said leisurely: "Junior Brother Su, since you are so worried, why don't you go back quickly, I have advised you not to follow, hehe."

Su Zimo frowned.

Leng Rou said suddenly, "I agree with Junior Brother Su's suggestion."

While talking, he took out a paper crane from the storage bag, wrote a few lines of words on it with aura, released the paper crane, flew into the sky in a blink of an eye, and disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Lu Yangrong comforted: "Junior Sister Leng, don't worry, within the realm of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there is no cultivator who can't open his eyes and dare to touch the spiritual mine of our Misty Peak."

"good!"

Guan Jin was very calm and analyzed: "This is just a low-grade spiritual mine, and it is almost full of low-grade spiritual stones, which is not very attractive to foundation-building cultivators. for fear."

The spiritual energy in the low-grade spiritual stone has little effect on improving the realm of the foundation-building cultivator.

If a base-building cultivator wants to improve his cultivation, he needs a mid-grade spirit stone.

When you reach the realm of Jindan, you need high-grade spirit stones, even top-grade spirit stones.

In fact, what these two people said is not unreasonable, but Su Zimo always felt that this matter was not easy.

"Go, go directly to the location of the spirit mine, and you will understand everything!"

With a big wave of his hand, Lu Yangrong took out his flying sword and went first.

Guan Jin followed closely behind, and Xiaohe chased after Su Zimo and Linghu.

It didn't take long for the five to arrive at the location of the spirit mine.

Arriving at the entrance of the deep and dark spiritual mine, Lu Yangrong paused for a moment, then turned around and said, "Junior Brother Guan and I are at the front, while Junior Brother Su is the weakest, standing in the middle, with Junior Sister Leng and Little Fatty in the back."

There was no objection to this arrangement.

The entrance of the cave is narrow, and Xiaohe and Linghu have no way to enter, so they can only guard at the door.

Su Zimo could see that although Lu Yangrong didn't care much before, he became cautious now.

Lu Yangrong took out the flying sword and hung it on his chest. There were two flickering spiritual patterns on it, but it was a mid-grade flying sword.

The five walked towards the depths of the spirit mine.

Before walking far, a strange sound suddenly came from the front, as if a large group of things flew over, and a red light flashed faintly.

Lu Yangrong looked at it intently, but it was a group of pitch-black crows, but there was a strange red light in their eyes.

"Crouch down and let them pass!"

Lu Yangrong lowered his body, and everyone behind him crouched down.

A group of blood-eyed crows galloped past the five people without stopping.

Lu Yangrong breathed a sigh of relief, shrugged his shoulders, and turned back with a smile pretending to be relaxed: "In places like the Spirit Mine, these flat-haired beasts often come and go. It's normal. Ignoring them is a waste of spiritual energy."

At this moment, Su Zimo's heart flashed with warning signs, and he shouted: "Be careful!"

Swish!

A sword light flashed at an extremely fast speed and came to the front in an instant.

At this time, the blood-eyed crow just flew by, and it was the time when everyone's mind was the most relaxed. When Lu Yangrong heard Su Zimo's warning, it was too late.