Seeing this, Zhen Xiaoxiao immediately stopped, after all, his current identity is the Blood Night Ji of the Earth Flame Fire Vein, who is in the late stage of foundation building, and his little followers are all foundation building monks, it would be too unreasonable to dive without difficulty.

"Let's go down the sidewalk."

It's really a little side head looking at the four walls.

The depths of the pit that Reilly opened were not made of extremely hard rock as the world imagined. It's like a beehive, full of holes.

On the walls of the cave, there are occasional light kyanites embedded in the rock mass, but the thicker blue spirit mist is still hidden in the leylines.

Some of these tunnels where azurite grows are more than half a zhang in diameter, which can directly accommodate people to pass through, and there is no need to collect igneous molten rock to continuously recover ore crystals along the way.

And they're criss-crossed, like a giant anthill. As long as you find a no-man's road to avoid people's eyes and ears, the really small group of people will no longer need to be tied up like now.

I randomly found a tunnel with a light blue spiritual mist, and I really brought my own people and horses into it.

There are many people who do the same thing.

But the purpose is different.

The other teams were too weak in cultivation to continue to dive and endure the terrible heat.

And Zhen Xiaoxiao led everyone to do this, just to quickly get out of the sight of the Fire Inspectors, so that they could continue to dig down the treasure.

For these rookies who broke away from the army in the first wave, the fire division didn't pay attention to it at all.

After all, the richer blue is still below, and in this mine, only those who cultivate to a stronger and higher quality natal fire can gain more wealth.

There is no need to worry about uneven distribution, bad luck and other problems, because the harsh environment has automatically separated the strong and the weak into a clear class.

The Xuanhuo Holy Maiden and all the Xuanhuo powerhouses gave up some of their low-cultivation followers one after another, and kept up with the pace of the Fire Identification Division at the front.

But among these people, only one suddenly stopped his steps because he was so small that he broke away from the big army.

White Sparrow Saintess Bai Xiu'er.

His gaze fell viciously on Zhen Xiaoxiao's body, and his fingernails were deeply embedded in the flesh of his palms.

Hate!

There had never been a time when he hated a yellow-rank disciple who was not worth mentioning.

It's this damn slave who disrupted her plans twice, and even embarrassed herself in public, and was alienated and disgusted by Ji Tianpeng!

This bad breath is not good!

Looking around, he found that the sand butterfly did not appear in his line of sight, Bai Xiu'er hooked the corners of her lips, lightly separated from the team, and followed the real little group from a distance.

Although it is a felony for the Holy Maiden to kill the disciples of the Fire Vein.

However, the forces in the Sea Emperor City Mine are already intricate, and it is foreseeable that even if the two forces at the entrance of the mine are still fighting fiercely, sooner or later, the Northern Rock Man's Cultivation will always follow.

Therefore, one or two Nanding Huang-level disciples died silently, and no one had the sexual interest to track down the truth at all!

What's more, the other party is still a group of small foundation-building fire cultivators, and both the cultivation and natal fire quality are a lot worse than themselves, and they can be easily swept away.

After solving the problem, you will not waste much time when you return to the army.

Thinking of this, Bai Xiu'er's sky control speed was faster.

The Xuanhuo Holy Maiden also left the team ahead of schedule, and many people in the Nanding monk team expressed puzzlement, and even let out a soft exclamation.

Zhen Xiaoxiao, who had already submerged into an upper tunnel, also heard a low sigh, but because of the distance, the specific content of the sigh was vague and unrecognizable, and he did not associate it with himself.