Martial God Sovereign

Chapter 1428

Yuan Cheng took Han Yu into the Bright Mineral Vein. At this time, the mine was sealed off by the Holy Land of Light.

Passing through a long and narrow cave, there is a huge underground world, where there are houses, spiritual jade dividing field, weapon refining field, ore smelting field and other areas. The spiritual jade ore of the bright vein is mined and transported here for one-time processing The finished jade is then transported back to the Holy Land of Light.

In normal times, there is a lot of traffic, day and night work, but at this time it is so quiet that you can't even see a ghost.

There are multiple mines extending into the mountains, and it is the Lingyu mining hole.

Han Yu and the others walked half way, and suddenly a white-robed old man walked out of one of the mines, making everyone's minds tense.

Yuan Cheng quickly introduced: "This is the real person of my uncle Guiyuan."

Zhenren Guiyuan's eyes swept across several people, and finally fixed on Han Yu's face. His eyes instantly became extremely sharp, and there was a faint sword energy in his pupils.

Han Yu is not afraid, and looks at him calmly.

"Unexpectedly, Fellow Daoist Han is here too!" Guiyuan Zhenren said in a deep voice, unable to hear the joy or the worry.

"Come and take a look." Han Yu responded flatly. However, he became vigilant secretly. Guiyuan’s true temperament was restrained, making people unable to see his true cultivation level, but from the name of Yuancheng, it can be guessed that this person must be a semi-sage-level powerhouse and definitely a dangerous person.

Master Guiyuan retracted his gaze and looked at Fenglang and rushed: "This must be the son of the Feng Clan, right?"

Feng Lang Chong clasped his fists, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Feng Clan Feng Lang Chong, meet the real Guiyuan!"

Master Guiyuan nodded, and said: "For the Qianjiefeng Clan, the old man is like a thunderbolt, I hope Master Feng can relieve my worries!"

Feng Langchong felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. The real person Guiyuan called Han Yu a Daoist, but he called him a son. There was obviously a huge difference above the generation level. But no matter how arrogant the wind and waves rushed, he didn't dare to talk with Half Saint, and said confidently: "Senior, rest assured, we will definitely go all out."

"Well, please come with me!" Guiyuan Zhenren glanced at Han Yu after speaking, then turned and walked towards the mine just now.

Feng Langchong took the lead in following Zhenren Guiyuan, Han Yu and the others followed Feng Langchong. Yuan Cheng and Fenglang Chong walked side by side, constantly introducing them to the situation of the bright veins. Behind a few people, followed by seven masters from the Holy Land of Light, a total of 14 people entered the mine,

"When that happened last time, the blood spilled to the surface of the mountain. The blood was shining into the sky and it was terrifying. After three days, the blood slowly returned to the veins, and now it has disappeared." Yuan Cheng Road while walking.

Feng Lang nodded and looked at the real person Guiyuan and asked, "Senior Guiyuan, did you see the army crossing the river of blood last time?"

"Yes." Guiyuan Zhenren replied calmly, without looking back.

A touch of discomfort appeared on Feng Langchong's face, no matter how they were also the helpers invited by Guangming Holy Land, Guiyuan Zhenren as the manager of Guangming Mine, such a lukewarm attitude, made Fenglangchong feel despised.

In fact, with the wishes of the Bright Holy Land, it is necessary to ask the semi-holy strongman of the Wind Clan to help. But the semi-sage of the Feng Clan, he didn't want to take action at all, and sent the storm to take a look. If it can be solved, it can be solved, and if it can't be solved, then go back.

Master Guiyuan was also very upset to see that he had only sent so few people. If he hadn't left with a glimmer of hope, he would have gone away and would not bother to greet him.

Especially Han Yu, which made him very awkward.

Within the mineral veins, a series of mines lay underground like big dragons, intricately intricate, like a new world isolated from the world.

Although the spirit jade has been mined wherever he walked, the aura in the mine is still rich and almost substantive, like clouds and mist passing around.

"Uncle Shi was here that day, and I saw the blood river rolling and the army crossing." Yuan Cheng introduced when he walked to a corner.

When he got here, Zhenren Guiyuan obviously slowed down a bit, and he could see that he was quite a little worried. It was him that day, seeing a terrifying sight here, and was frightened back.

When the wind and waves rushed to see Guiyuan Zhenren like this, he couldn't help but curl his lips, and said with some ostentation: "Senior Guiyuan, as the younger generation expected, what you saw that day should be an illusion."

"Illusion? Impossible!" Guiyuan Zhenren turned around and directly denied.

The wind and waves washed away a few steps, touched the wall with his hand, with wet soil on his hand, and said: "If that is the real thing, even if they retreat, there will still be blood stains in the mud, but now not at all."

Zhenren Guiyuan also dug some dirt from the wall with his hands, put it on his nose and sniffed it carefully. After sniffing, he showed a meditative appearance, saying: "There is indeed no smell of blood, but this does not mean it is an illusion. That day, the old man saw it really, and there will be no fakes."

Zhenren Guiyuan is very certain, he does not believe that any illusion can confuse his eyes.

Feng Lang rushed to pat the dirt off his hands and said, "Senior did not know that the things buried in this spirit jade vein generally did not exceed the four conditions: medicinal materials, weapons, corpses, and fake deaths. What you see is true. Is there an army buried in this vein? This is not realistic. And since that army has already appeared, why did it retreat?"

Zhenren Guiyuan carefully figured out what the wind and waves said.

"Blood energy!" At this moment, Yuan Cheng's exclamation came.

Everyone hurriedly looked in the direction of his fingers, and saw a ray of red mist floating out of it, with a thick **** smell. The blood is surging more and more, as if there is a pot inside, smelting blood.

Zhenren Guiyuan took a few steps involuntarily, a look of fear appeared on his face, and said, "That's how it was that day. The blood mist is in front, the river of blood is behind, and thousands of troops and horses come across the river!"

The voice of Guiyuan Zhenren was actually a little trembling, and there was no longer the tolerance that a semi-sage power should have.

Feng Langchong felt funny in his heart, but the dignified courage was actually like this. Said: "Senior, what we are seeing now is an illusion. If you don't believe it, close your eyes and smell it again. Is there a smell of blood?"

Zhenren Guiyuan closed his eyes and sniffed the smell carefully. As expected, there was no **** smell. When he opened his eyes again and saw the blood mist, he smelled blood again.

"This is just the simplest illusion. It first confuses the eyes, and then evolves sensory cognitions such as smell and hearing through the eyes. As long as you close your eyes, there will be nothing. The illusion is instantly shattered." Feng Lang Chong explained.