I Have a City in a Different World

The middle-aged cultivator squatted in the dirt pit, constantly digging hard, and the dignified cultivator was even sweating profusely.

In a short period of time, a big hole was dug in the ground, and the soil was thrown everywhere.

At this moment, with a happy expression on his face, he screened out the raw gemstones one by one, and then threw them into his pocket.

For the middle-aged cultivator, this is a rich harvest he has never had in the past, and even if he is finally forced to leave, it will be a worthwhile trip.

The reason why he suddenly gave up to support his companions was because he had witnessed what happened in the phantom formation and knew that this forest was far more dangerous than he imagined.

In this case, the middle-aged cultivator took a step back and decided to get some raw gem ore with him.

Even if he was forced to leave the forest, if he added the raw gem ore he had obtained before, it would be enough for him to use it for a few years.

After a few years, when his cultivation has improved, he can come back here again and find a way to obtain more raw gemstones.

This is the plan of the middle-aged cultivator. As for his fellow students, he can only ask for more blessings.

Maybe when I leave, I can help them, but if they can't hold on for that long, they can only blame them for being unlucky.

When the middle-aged cultivator wanted to come, his sect came for the treasure in the forest, not really wanting to save him.

If it weren't for the existence of treasures, they would never have ventured into the forest after discovering the existence of the illusion.

When thinking about problems, people with bad intentions always like to save others by themselves, thinking that others are also ill-intentioned.

If he had a choice, the middle-aged cultivator would rather all his fellow disciples be killed by that mysterious monster, so that he could enjoy the secret to himself.

By the way, as well as that Tang Zhen, we must also kill it together!

When the middle-aged cultivator thought of this, a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes, and he felt that this level of trouble had a lot to do with Tang Zhen.

If it is possible, he will never let Tang Zhen go, he must make his life worse than death.

While pondering in his heart, the middle-aged monk was still digging the soil, trying to obtain more raw gemstones.

He didn't notice at this time,

Nearby thick vines are quietly approaching, surrounding all around the pit.

Just when he discovered a gem raw ore and was about to put it in his pocket, those vines rushed towards the middle-aged monk like a poisonous snake rushing towards its prey.

Although the middle-aged cultivator was digging for ores, he kept his attention on the surroundings, beware of danger.

Therefore, when the vines attacked, he immediately noticed it and had to dodge to avoid the attack.

As a result, one vine was avoided, and the second vine rolled up immediately, and there was also a third and fourth...

I don't know how many vines are hidden in the grass, like a group of snakes, there is no possibility of escape at all.

In addition, there are those blades of grass, all of which have become as hard as iron, standing on the ground like a dagger, making it impossible for people to stand on the ground.

When the middle-aged monk's feet landed, he was stabbed and screamed, and hurriedly jumped back from the grass to the pit.

Looking at his feet again, they were already dripping with blood, and his trousers were cut into tatters.

"Damn, what's going on?"

The middle-aged cultivator was startled and angry, and the scene in front of him seemed familiar, but it was far more serious than at the beginning.

These plants are so refined!

Tang Zhen's figure flashed in his mind at the same time, and he felt that the matter was related to him, but he felt that it was unlikely.

If Tang Zhen really had such ability, how could he keep him until now, I'm afraid he would have already attacked and even killed him directly.

Thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, but those vines attacked again, blocking all the way out of the middle-aged monk from all directions.

In the pit, the middle-aged monk had no way to escape, and a deep despair flashed in his heart.

His strength is limited, and it is impossible to withstand the attack of the mutant vines. The only thing he can do at this time is to fight with all his strength.

If you fight, you still have a chance to survive.

"what!"

A scream came, the middle-aged monk was entangled by the vine, and then was pierced into the flesh by the thorns on the vine, and the blood was dripping in an instant.

There seemed to be toxins on the barbs, and the wound was corroded and festered in an instant, and pus and blood kept dripping down the wound.

He tried to struggle to get rid of the restraint, but the more he struggled, the tighter the restraint became, and he was soon tied into a big zongzi.

In this case, unless there is an outsider to help, it is impossible to get out of the predicament.

The middle-aged cultivator knew this, so he stopped struggling, but he did not accept his fate, but silently looked for an opportunity to escape.

As a result, at this moment, the middle-aged cultivator heard footsteps and seemed to be in the position behind him.

"Who are you and why are you attacking me?"

The middle-aged cultivator was nervous, guessing that the other party was behind the scenes, causing him to be reduced to this point.

The other party is really hateful, but it is also very terrifying. At this moment, his own life and death are in the hands of the other party, and the sense of fear keeps coming like a tide.

The middle-aged cultivator didn't want to die, so he was eager to find out who the other party was, and was there any possibility of reconciliation?

In the mood of fear and anticipation, the footsteps stopped, and then a figure appeared in front of the middle-aged monk.

"Damn it, how could it be you!"

Looking at Tang Zhen who was standing in front of him with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, the middle-aged monk felt like he was struck by lightning.

"Why can't it be me?"

Tang Zhen sneered, looking at the middle-aged cultivator who was tied into a zongzi, and felt an indescribable joy in his heart.

This middle-aged cultivator, who can make a group of mercenaries obey orders and has strange methods, has now fallen into his own hands.

It is impossible to say that there is no sense of achievement in the heart, and it seems that the monk is not invincible and invincible.

Looking at the middle-aged cultivator with a shocked and confused expression on his face, Tang Zhen suddenly felt a little boring. The enemy he thought was invincible was now easily defeated.

The so-called monk, but that's it.

Shaking his head gently, Tang Zhen pulled out a square box from the storage equipment.

After opening the box, Tang Zhen took out a diamond-shaped diamond inlaid with a blood-red gem.

Inside the gem, there is a faint flash of light, and it seems that there are runes fluttering.

According to the system's explanation, this is an item used to deal with captives and slaves, and the effect is amazing.

If Tang Zhen wanted the middle-aged cultivator to mine for him, he had to control him first so that the other party could honestly obey his command.

If there is no means of restraint, then it is impossible for these rebellious guys to obey their own commands.

Looking at the box full of controllers, Tang Zhen suspected that the system was intentional, otherwise how could he have given himself a box of controllers?

When the middle-aged cultivator saw Tang Zhen waved his hand, an item appeared in his hand, and he was immediately stunned.

How could he not recognize it, this is a legendary method, and Tang Zhen must have storage equipment in his hand.

Originally, he was still worried about his own safety, but at this moment, it was replaced by greed. The middle-aged cultivator was holding Tang Zhen firmly, trying to find where the storage equipment was.

He even started to fantasize involuntarily, when he got the storage equipment, what kind of scenery it would be!

"Hey, you dare to be delusional when you die, you really don't know how to live or die."

Tang Zhen just glanced at it and understood the expression of the middle-aged cultivator, and a sneer flashed across his face.

"You still dig for me honestly, so I can live for a while longer, otherwise I will kill you directly!"

Tang Zhen would never be polite to his enemies. As soon as he finished speaking, the controller in his hand smashed at the middle-aged cultivator.

The middle-aged cultivator couldn't dodge, and watched the controller stretch out its spider-like claws and land on his forehead.

A scream suddenly came out of the middle-aged monk's mouth, echoing continuously in the forest.