After getting off the flying boat, what we saw was a large camp stretching for several miles.

The moment he entered the camp, the Yin Qi flowed up, and Chu Zheng's whole body Qi suddenly tightened. Immediately, a light flashed in his eyes, and he used the method of observing Qi.

The world around him immediately changed in his eyes. Under his feet was a thick yin energy visible to the naked eye, almost turning into liquid.

Chu Zheng's expression was a little solemn. With such a strong gloom, the number of people who had died in this area was probably no less than a million.

Where Yin Qi gathers, there must be a big tomb. The Yin Qi here can no longer be called a tomb, but a burial pit.

It is difficult for women to stay here for long, and men can still resist for a while with the yang energy in their bodies, but as time goes by, it will also have an impact on their own yang life.

However, for Qi practitioners, this place can be called a rare blessed land. If there is a treasure of the Supreme Yang to balance the Yin Qi, the speed of cultivation here will be no less than that of the Cave Heaven Blessed Land.

Chu Zheng did not have the Yang treasure, but he happened to have a Yang magic weapon on his body.

Phoenix blood is originally a very strong and yang thing. It irrigates the growing spiritual trees, absorbs the essence of the great sun, and further stimulates the yang energy. Its nature is extremely yang.

However, before the initial repair of this sword, Chu Zheng still needs to get more sunshine to avoid imbalance of yin and yang.

Compared with the environment, what made Chu Zheng even more suspicious was that in such a place where yin energy gathered, if there were piles of corpses, it would probably breed a lot of evil spirits.

Chu Zheng looked around for a long time, then followed the flow of people and moved closer to Fu Quanliang's position.

There were only more than 400 people in total, and the distribution was completed quickly, and Chu Zheng was successfully assigned to Fu Quanliang.

Fu Quanliang's cultivation level is not very strong, and there are not many people assigned to him, less than twenty people in total.

After the many handymen were almost settled, a few more people got off the flying boat.

The middle-aged man whom I had seen before was among them, and behind him, there were several young men and women, all dressed in uniform, green and white, with three parallel green lotuses tattooed on their chests.

Chu Zheng stood beside Fu Quanliang and asked via voice transmission: "Who is the person with the strongest cultivation?"

"The elder of the inner sect, Han Yuliang, has a middle-grade immortal bone and a peak soul. He is not far away from the divine infant. He is most likely the talkative person of the next generation of the Han family. He has an excellent reputation within the sect."

Fu Quanliang took a glance and saw all the treasures in his family:

"Those who are following him are the backbone of the younger generation of the Han family, especially the youngest, Han Mingdan, fifteen years old, in the early stage of Lingquan realm, with middle-grade immortal bones, and with a special spirit body, his future is uncertain. Limited edition, I like to wear green skirts, eat Huang Yuan Guo, Bamboo Shoot Cake..."

"Stop it."

Chu Zheng interrupted his eloquence: "If you put these thoughts into practice, you should be more than the current level."

Chu Zheng didn't have much interest in Han Mingdan. He might be more interested if he talked about her great ancestor who had died thousands of years ago, what color clothes he wore when he was buried, and what burial objects he had.

"If I practice step by step on my own, I will never be able to concentrate in my life."

Regarding Chu Zheng's evaluation, Fu Quanliang was not moved at all and stuck to his own opinion: "There are thousands of avenues to practice, but the shortcut is the fastest."

At this point, Fu Quanliang suddenly changed the topic and said via voice transmission: "By the way, Han Mingdan has a good relationship with Song Lingqing, but... I haven't heard any contact between them in the past few years since I returned to the clan."

Hearing this, Chu Zheng lowered his eyes and remained silent. There was no lack of warmth and warmth in the Immortal Sect.

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Not far away, Han Mingdan, who had just got off the flying boat, seemed to have noticed something and frowned slightly:

"Fourth uncle, why do I feel that this place is so weird? I feel uncomfortable all over as soon as I get here."

Han Yuliang explained casually: "The evil spirit here is too strong, and it is useless to practice for a long time. You have a psychic mystical body, and you are extremely sensitive to the changes in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It is inevitable that you will feel uncomfortable."

"Then why did you bring us here?" Han Mingdan was slightly confused.

"I brought you here to see if I can draw out the ancient spiritual soldiers."

Han Yuliang's expression was slightly solemn: "Judging from the traces of killings, powerful people above the divine infants have fallen here. There is a high probability that there are spiritual treasures left."

"When a Lingbao loses its owner, most people choose to hide themselves and wait for the right person. If we can have this opportunity, we can lead the Lingbao to choose its owner, and the road ahead will be better."

Lingbao...

Hearing this word, Han Mingdan and others' faces overflowed with excitement.

Lingbao has derived its own spiritual intelligence, and is almost a strange creature. Even if it is damaged, it can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to slowly repair itself. Its preciousness is even higher than that of the best divine weapons.

The entire Phantom Spirit Sect only has a few spiritual treasures in total. They are usually used as sect treasures and cannot be used at all. They have never even seen them.

"Don't rush to be happy. This place is ominous. Don't go too deep. Just give it a try."

Seeing the excitement on their faces, Han Yuliang poured cold water on them:

"It is naturally a good thing to have a spiritual treasure to choose a master, but you should not be too pushy. The path of cultivation depends on yourself, and the spiritual treasure is just an external object."

"I know, Fourth Uncle, take us in and have a look." Han Mingdan was already a little eager to try.

Han Yuliang said no more and took the lead, heading towards the mine tunnel. The rest of the Han family followed closely behind.

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"Here you go." Fu Quanliang raised his hand and threw an iron pickaxe.

"Do you really think I'm here to mine?" Chu Zheng sent a message secretly, raised his eyes, and did not answer.

Fu Quanliang was speechless: "How do I know what you are here for? You are here to find fault."

He has become somewhat accustomed to Chu Zheng's weird behavior, and he doesn't even bother to figure out the purpose of Chu Zheng's behavior.

Guessing was in vain. He would rather Chu Zheng calmed down and acted less like a monster.

Chu Zheng glanced at Han Yuliang and others not far away, and his eyes moved slightly: "They are going to that ancient battlefield."

Fu Quanliang also quickly noticed the movements of this group of people, and he couldn't hide his surprise: "Is it possible that there is really some ulterior secret in this place?"

Generally speaking, this kind of ancient battlefield has been cleaned up by the predecessors. Even if there is something left, the spiritual energy should have been almost dissipated over the long years, and at most there is some scrap metal left.

Chu Zheng leaned over and picked up the iron pickaxe, and asked via voice message: "When can we enter the mine?"

"wait."

Fu Quanliang also became a little curious and turned around to find out the news.

Woo——

A moment later, before Fu Quanliang could turn around, a scream suddenly came from the mine tunnel in the distance. It was cold, violent, and made people feel a faint chill in their limbs.

"evil creature!"

The scream was followed by a loud shout, and then the ground shook.

After the earthquake subsided, a black mist poured out from the mine tunnel, spreading like thick ink on the ground. At noon, under the blazing sun, a sudden gloomy wind blew, making the sky dark and the ground dark, and the chill was biting.

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