Zhang Shaoming looked at Chen Shan with a strange expression and said nothing.

Seeing this, Chen Shan suddenly let go of his hand and said indifferently:

"Zhang Shaoming, if you can't even stand up, everyone will die in vain. Think about it carefully."

After saying that, he turned around and left with the man, leaving Zhang Shaoming alone to meditate.

"Show up?"

Zhang Shaoming suddenly laughed at himself.

How to make a comeback.

Although he was talented in the past, he was just a qi-refining cultivator.

And this time, the city was destroyed and the people were killed, so terrifying and dangerous.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Shaoming suddenly sat cross-legged, his eyes closed.

Immediately afterwards, a faint white air swept out from his fingertips and wrapped around him.

After a few breaths, his face turned red, his throat was slightly sweet, and a ball of blood mist was spewed out with a puff.

Zhang Shaoming looked a little listless and murmured to himself:

"It can't be calculated, it can't be calculated at all. Even the mysterious art I have obtained inexplicably will not be calculated as my future prospects, and it can't be calculated where this danger comes from.

Even these things cannot be understood. How can I avenge my relatives at home and the innocent people in the city?"

"Zhang Shaoming, why are you lazy there? Come and go to the mine!"

Someone shouted in the distance.

"Here you come."

Zhang Shaoming wiped the blood stains on the corner of his mouth and stood up and left.

Fang Chen silently stared at his back until he disappeared at the entrance of the mine.

"The art of Xuanmen..."

A trace of thought appeared in Fang Chen's eyes.

Zhang Shaoming's methods just now reminded him of Master Li.

Similar white Qi, the same deduction method.

Is there any connection between the two?

"One is in the Taicang Domain in the upper three domains, and the other is in the ancient Domain in the lower six domains.

The two are far apart. Without special means, even if the Nine Turn Immortals want to travel back and forth, it will take countless years..."

After pondering for a moment, Fang Chen suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and the soul broke through the air and flew towards the direction where his body was.

Half a month later.

Zhang Shaoming crawled out of the mine cave, handed over the ore he dug this time to the supervisor, and then limped towards the distance.

This time he encountered some danger deep in the mine cave and injured his left leg.

He was stunned after not walking a few steps away.

I saw a group of miners surrounding me.

He knew both groups of miners, and they were of a little bit of a small force in Yum Mining.

They seemed to be quarreling fiercely, and the quarrel even attracted the cold attention of the nearby supervisors.

Such quarrels are very common in Yum Mining. What stunned Zhang Shaoming was that there was a person lying in the middle of two groups of people.

It was Chen Shan from the same place as him.

Chen Shan's face was bloodless, his eyes were closed, and he lay on the ground without saying a word, as if he had no hope.

Zhang Shaoming looked at it for a while and walked silently towards Chen Shan.

As he got closer, the quarrels and scolding between the two sides became clearer and clearer.

It sounds like the two sides had a dispute under the mine, and the dispute continued until both sides left the mine and had not yet been resolved.

And Chen Shan also lost his life because of this dispute.

"It's Zhang Shaoming."

Someone noticed that Zhang Shaoming was walking towards this place.

Both sides were shouting and scolding, and they were silently looking at him.

Zhang Shaoming came to Chen Shan's body and confirmed that he was dead, so he wanted to leave with his body.

"Wait, the matter has not been resolved, no one is allowed to leave."

Someone blocked Zhang Shaoming's way: "Let Chen Shan's body beneath."

"He is dead."

Zhang Shaoming reminded.

"The dead are not allowed to leave, maybe the ore we lost is on him."

The other party sneered.

"I don't care what conflicts there have occurred between you, Chen Shan and I came from the same place.

All his family members should be dead. Now that he is dead here, I will collect his body for him.”

Zhang Shaoming said lightly.

"What corpse is collected? It's not too late to collect the corpse after the matter is resolved. Or do you know where Chen Shan hid the thing?

Did you eat it in your stomach? Then we have to cut his stomach open and take a look."

Among the other party and his group, an existence who had been silent suddenly spoke.

As soon as he opened his mouth, others shut their mouths because this person has a good cultivation level and is the twelve level of Qi refining and can immediately build a foundation.

"Fellow Daoist Mountain, the air here is like a tide. If Chen Shan is exposed to this place again, he will smell bad in a while."

Zhang Shaoming tried to reason with the other party.

As a result, the other party didn't listen at all, and walked directly to Zhang Shaoming and slapped him to the ground.

He looked down at Zhang Shaoming:

"I said that before the matter was clear, Chen Shan's body could not be taken away, even if it smelled bad."

"It's not okay if it smells bad?"

Zhang Shaoming stared at the other party in a daze, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes:

"We are all miners, why do we make things difficult for each other? Are there any monks who are worse than us now?"

"nonsense."

The other party frowned slightly, just thinking that Zhang Shaoming was not used to his current identity.

The two sides were in a quarrel again.

"Do you want to kill them?"

A sound suddenly sounded in Zhang Shaoming's ears.

"Who are you?"

"Me? I am the Demon Ancestor. If you want to kill them, I can help you."

"Demon Ancestor?"

Zhang Shaoming looked a little confused.

He glanced around and didn't see who was talking to him.

"Yes, I am the Demon Ancestor. Please answer me quickly, do you want to kill them?

Kill them and you can bury your friend and let him be buried."

"So I'm in a devil."

Zhang Shaoming suddenly reacted, and then he ignored the sound in his ears and sat cross-legged, muttering words in his mouth, as if he was reciting a scripture for meditation.

A few years ago, everyone around him had experienced a magic disaster, and some of the things that happened at that time were still vivid in my mind.

At that time, he was wondering why no demons had come to him.

Thinking about it now, it was obvious that this demon disaster was late.

After a while, the quarrel finally discovered Zhang Shaoming's strange state.

"Is this... a demon disaster?"

Some people were surprised.

"Why is there another magic disaster?"
To be continued...