Wang Changan asked about Da Zhuang and found out that Da Zhuang had not dug any extremely cold ore today.

"It's not just me, there are people in the tribe who can't dig it every day. If they dig it, they have to give it to Xiaofeng, Xiaoning and the others first. They are too young and can't bear the whipping."

"The Hanshan tribe is simply crazy. Xiaofeng and Xiaoning are only seven or eight years old. They are waiting to die to see what kind of ore can be dug out in this mine."

"Brother Da Zhuang, I'll give these to you. You can tell the tribesmen and ask them to dig with me. You will definitely be able to dig them out."

"Xiao An, how could you dig so much ore, thirteen pieces in total."

Da Zhuang seemed excited. Because the tribesmen could not pay the ore, many tribesmen were injured.

Soon, Da Zhuang also led Wang Changan to find some tribesmen.

Wang Changan also knew that there were only more than a thousand surviving members of the tribe.

The youngest is Wang Xiaoning, this girl is only seven years old.

There are not many young people left in the clan. There are more than 2,000 people, but now only one-half are left.

The little girl's small face is covered with black mud and stone powder, but her eyes are very bright.

The tribe would rather go hungry than let these little guys go hungry.

Wang Changan led dozens of tribesmen to make rapid progress, finding enough ore every day and even having a surplus.

According to Wang Changan's idea, following the direction of the ore, the tribesmen will dig out more and more ore every day.

Wang Changan used the ore to build up his strength. Now, his strength is close to two thousand kilograms.

After the millstone absorbs the essence of the ore, it will turn into black and white energy and blend into every inch of flesh and blood. Wang Changan's physique is rapidly transforming.

Wang Changan felt that by absorbing spiritual iron ore and cultivating, his physical body would most likely be strengthened to this extent.

The small body contains terrifying power.

Wang Changan also learned some skills from the older generation.

There are also several exercises in the Xinggu tribe, among which Changchun Gong is the most outstanding.

Although it is superficial, Wang Changan already knows the general situation of the Blood Aperture Realm.

As long as he is given some time and based on his understanding of martial arts in his previous life, he will surely be able to create a set of blood orifice realm techniques.

They contacted the tribesmen along the way and dug out huge amounts of ore.

Wang Changan took a large amount of ore every day to practice. Although the clan members did not know why, they had absolute trust in Wang Changan.

Wang Changan meditated and deduced the exercises every day, until the millstone in his Dantian moved. On the millstone, a human body's tendons appeared, and nine accurate blood orifices emerged.

Each blood orifice contains endless energy and blood, and the energy and blood are overwhelming. Such a monk is absolutely powerful.

Wang Changan did not rush to break through, but found the clan elder.

Today, the highest surviving clan members are from this generation, which is Wang Changan’s grandfather generation. There are only four surviving clan members today.

All four of them have embarked on the path of spiritual practice.

In particular, the boss, Wang Xiahou, once reached the seventh orifice in cultivation, which is considered a great master in a small tribe.

Now they are all injured, but they still explained many doubts to Wang Changsheng.

"Xiao An, our tribe's Changchun Kung Fu is too crude. Once you reach the seventh orifice, it will be difficult to break through."

Wang Xiahou said that even if Wang Changan could lead his people to find a large amount of ore, practicing cultivation is different from finding ore.

"Yes, Xiao An, the Hanshan tribe is far more powerful than we thought."

Wang Xiaer interrupted.

"The techniques they master are far more powerful than ours, and they can even practice to a level above the blood orifice."

"Their killings and conquests over the years were not just for the Hanshan Mine, but also to truly destroy other tribes."

"Grandpa, Grandpa, I understand."

Wang Changan still got to know some others, such as the Owl Wolf Riders who guarded the Hanshan Mine.

There are four hundred of them in total, and the ones with the highest cultivation level have reached the Nine Apertures.

The highest level of cultivation is called the wolf, and each of them commands a hundred riders.

After all, Nuo Da's Hanshan Mine has tens of thousands of slave miners, but they can't stand up to these mere 400 owl wolf riders.

The difference in cultivation level is too great. Jiu Qiao has a strength of nine thousand kilograms. Ordinary people will be killed by one move and have no ability to resist.

that night,

Hundreds of people died inexplicably in the mine next door.

When the news spread, the Owl Wolf Riders were dispatched, but in the end, the Owl Wolf Riders had to withdraw from the mine.

Many people died in the Owl Wolf Cavalry. Wang Changan took a look from a distance and saw that those corpses were not only filled with death, but also had a kind of energy.

Are there ghosts in this cave?

Although they didn't know what it was, they asked the Hanshan tribe to seal a mine and ordered no one to approach it.

"Xiao An, have you heard? The owl wolf killed more than thirty people last night. There are corpses resurrected in the mountains. I heard people said that the green-mouthed fangs killed many people."

Zombies?

Although this place is cold and cold,

But it's not some unparalleled evil. Even if it's a zombie, it can kill more than thirty owl wolf riders?

"Brother Da Zhuang, tell the clansmen not to disperse, but to gather all the clansmen together."

Although Wang Changan didn't believe it, he was still worried about the safety of his tribe.

These days of contact made him feel a huge sense of belonging.

In his previous life, he was alone all his life. Apart from his master, he had no other family members in his life.

"Okay, last night, Uncle Qingluo's people also gathered with us."

"Xiao An, tell me, are there really ghosts in this mine?"

"I don't think it's that simple. Let the tribesmen stay close to the entrance of the mine when they rest. If something happens, they can escape."

"Um."

Wang Changan turned around and went straight back to the depths of the mine. He returned to the place where he had smashed through and observed carefully that there was nothing strange.

Wang Changan followed his courage and walked over. The brazier in the mine tunnel was still lit.

Wang Changan was very careful. He felt the flow of earth energy and saw a ray of red light. Following the ray of red light, Wang Changan followed.

Along the way, he saw a lot of blood and even the corpse of the owl wolf. Wang Changan took a look at the wounds.

Sure enough, it was not a corpse. The wound was smooth and flat, as if it had been cut open by a sword.

The owl wolf bone is very hard. It is a sharp weapon that can cut half of the body open with a sword. It is definitely not ordinary iron.

Wang Changan suddenly understood. Using the technique of looking at Qi, he could see that the red light should be precious Qi.

Wang Changan was very sure that something different had been dug out of this mine.

It is very possible to dig up a treasure, and it is not the corpse that kills people, but the treasure that kills people.

Wang Changan followed it carefully, searching in different mines, and finally stopped in a mine.

As soon as he stopped, Wang Changan saw a figure disappear, and then an ancient sword struck forward. Wang Changan turned over and escaped.

clang,

The ancient sword struck the stone directly,

With one strike of the sword, the stone was split into two.

Boy, this sword is absolutely extraordinary.

call out,

The ancient sword came back, Wang Changan looked at it, the sword's precious aura was dazzling.

He was suddenly startled. The Fang Yijian in his previous life only had blue treasure energy.

Pearlescent color, purple is the most respected color, but in fact, Wang Changan has only seen one kind, and that is cyan.

In the records of Di Zong,

Above cyan is red, and above red is gold.

Phew, the shadow of the sword rushed towards him. Wang Changan's energy and blood surged, his body strength exploded, and he missed the sword.

One person and one sword, the battle broke out,

This sword is extremely fast, but not very powerful. Such a treasure should not be like this.

After a second thought, Wang Changan remembered the figure he had just seen. Although it was fast, he must have seen it correctly.

"Don't be pretentious. With such a valuable treasure, you can't use it much. The battle last night must have backfired on you. You won't be able to hold on for long."

"Come out and let's talk. I was also captured by them for mining. If you don't come out, tomorrow, when the strong men from the Hanshan tribe arrive, you will have no chance."
To be continued...