"Blown up, blown up!"

With a burst of shouting and mournful wail, the miner's round belly finally stretched to the limit and exploded. The others around didn't care about the splatters of flesh and blood, but stared desperately for a blue light!

"Spirit Stone!"

Then, a new round of competition begins. The ragged miners snatched up the blue spirit stone with the crumbs of flesh and blood, and the little finger-shaped stone was handed over to the mine fairy in exchange for a pound of cooked meat and five catties of brown rice.

The thin Shen Bao did not participate in the new round of competition, but brandished a mining pickaxe to bury the corpse that no one cared about: "Who has what life, how can our ant body withstand the impact of the spirit stone!" Ah Niu, let's invest in a good family in the next life, don't sell it to dig spiritual ore again......"

The circle of miners is very barren, and the most popular topic is: so-and-so, desperately swallowed a spiritual stone, survived, absorbed spiritual power and became a monk. Holding the fox beauty in his left hand, and holding the stunning beauty in his right hand, he controls the flying sword to dominate the world!

When Shen Bao heard it for the first time, he was thrilled on the spot: Isn't this the cool text routine of the earth? When I arrived at this inexplicable ghost place, I could still hear the familiar Long Aotian template cool text, but unfortunately why couldn't it be myself?

He tried, he tried it when he came to this place two years ago. spent all the savings of the original owner of the body, and also asked the village chief to borrow money to buy a grain of spirit slag from the black market - yes, the unit is one, about half the size of a grain of rice.

After taking it, my abdomen was distended like pregnancy, and I almost died on the spot. With a burst of fart sounds, the fart with the smell of spiritual power flew away, and he was also sold to the Lingyun Sect by the village chief because of his debts, and became a trembling mining slave, whose life was as cheap as an ant.

"Immortal, I got it!"

With a burst of excited shouts, the battle for the bloody ore also had a result, and Chen Er presented the ore with both hands with the scars. The disciple of the Lingyun Sect's outer gate supervising the mine, his cultivation is only the lowest stage of qi refining, and in the eyes of the mine slave, he is a high-ranking immortal.

The young outer disciple was not in a hurry, he didn't take the ore from the other party's hand, but asked with a smile: "Chen Er, why don't you try?" If you swallow it and don't die, you can worship the Lingyun Sect. ”

A hint of longing flashed in Chen Er's eyes: Yes, he should go out and gamble, if he really becomes a monk, he will no longer be an ant!

"Second brother, hurry up and hand it over to the fairy master and continue to work."

Shen Bao knew the evil taste of these outer disciples, they were also the lowest existence in the Lingyun Sect, and only in front of mortals could they put on the role of a monk and take pleasure in the lives of a mining slave. Even if it's a fresh life, it's just a moment of happiness.

Chen Er heard Shen Bao's cry and woke up from his fantasy. picked at the flesh of the wound, and suppressed his greed through pain: "Immortal Master, how dare I dare to be delusional about this cheap life, it's better to eat meat, it's better to eat meat." ”

Seeing that there was no fun, the mine supervisor took out a lump of cooked meat from the bamboo basket under his feet and threw it on Chen Shuang: "It's boring, na, brown rice and others will call it a day to get it." ”

Chen Er immediately tore up the cooked meat and enjoyed it fiercely. After a few bites, there was only a small piece left, and he turned around and handed it to Shen Bao: "Thank you, Xiaobao." ”

Shen Bao didn't dislike the surplus meat at all, hurriedly swallowed it in his mouth, and persuaded softly: "This finger-sized spirit stone is no fun, let alone mortals like us, the monks who worship the mountain gate don't dare to swallow it directly, they all take it in their hands and absorb it slowly!" ”

Although Shen Bao was just an ordinary person in his previous life, he also had twenty-five years of life experience: in this ghost place, the lethality of spirit stones to mortals was only 0.01 grams at most, and the survival rate was outrageously low. Holding the idea that he is the person of destiny is definitely not negotiable about looking for death.

Chen Er only paused for a moment, and continued to walk into the cave with the mining pickaxe: "I also know, but when he said that, I was fascinated. ”

Watch as the bustling miners slowly disperse and walk into their own tunnels.

This kind of stone-swallowing gambling for immortal fate is not uncommon, and every few days, there are mining slaves who are out of the way to gamble with spirit stones. If you win, you will be reborn and enter the broad road of cultivation. If you lose, then blame yourself for your bad life.

Because Shenbao often buries the bodies of gambling mine slaves, and does not participate in the competition for ores, he has a good popularity. Everyone has a time when they can't hold back, and of course they also hope that a kind person can collect a corpse for themselves, instead of letting the ups and downs of vulture hyenas spoil it.

buried the grave bag, and found a wooden sign with Ah Niu's full name written on it and stood on the grave: "Ah Niu, I have written it down in your house, and I will not break my promise until I go out." ”

With that, he bent down and saluted three times, and walked into the mine road that Ah Niu had dug.

Since last month, Ah Niu has hidden a little bit of the spirit stone he dug up.

He knew that if he really survived, there would only be the lowest outer disciples left in the Lingyun Sect, and he would not get more than three small spirit stones per month. I hid more than a dozen spirit stones for myself early, who knows that I still overestimated myself.

Before Ah Niu gambled on his life, he told Shen Bao where he hid the spirit stone, as well as the location of his hometown. Once he made a bet, Shen Bao didn't dare to take his spirit stone. If he fails, these dozen spirit stones will be his corpse collection fee, and he can also leave some hope for his parents under the mountain.

Digging out the spirit stones that Ah Niu was hiding in the shadows, Shen Bao laboriously ground a small one of them into powder, hid it in the nail cover and brought it out of the mine.

The outer disciples of the mine supervisor meditated and refined qi by themselves, and Shen Bao passed all the way unimpeded, and couldn't help but sigh: "There is still a discussion of ninety-nine-six, this ghost place actually likes to do it, it's really nonsense." ”

The miners have no salary, anyway, when they dig a spirit stone, they will exchange it for one pound of cooked meat and five pounds of brown rice, whether they are hungry or full depends on their own efforts.

As for wanting to smuggle the spirit stone out of the Spirit Cloud Sect? Don't think about it, how can the forbidden mortals arranged by the monk break through, and the only passage down the mountain is guarded by the disciples of the Lingyun Sect!

Come to the small lake in the remote back mountain, and choose a fish along the fishing rod that has been laid down a long time ago.

Shen Bao took out the spirit stone powder from his fingers and fed it to the fish: "This thing is enjoyed by monks, and you will not live in vain if you can eat it once in your life." ”

Like Ah Niu, the fish that swallowed the spirit stone powder swelled up visibly with the naked eye, and soon reached its limit and exploded with a 'boom'.

Shen Bao immediately picked up the fish scraps on the ground and swallowed them directly into his stomach without chewing.

"Hold it!"

Shen Bao, who had experience, immediately felt that his stomach slowly began to swell, but fortunately, the fish crumbs that had been absorbed for the second time were also very thin, and they finally stabilized.

More than half an hour passed, and the abdomen was back to normal. Shen Bao felt as if he had drunk ten cans of stimulants in his body, and he wanted to vent them. The more this is the case, the more you have to hold it back, otherwise you will suffer in vain.

Lying on the grass, looking at the blue sky of this inexplicable world: Mom and Dad, it's been two years......

With a lot of cranky thoughts, he finally stabilized the restless qi and blood in his body. Holding the big stone next to him, he tried it, and sure enough, his strength increased a lot: "This small body used to be able to hold a hundred catties of things, but it is estimated that it is okay to strengthen it for a while." ”

Shen Bao's method of replenishing one's body with fish has been carried out intermittently several times, and although there is a gap between the effect and the direct devouring of spirit stones, at least in terms of safety, it is very good.

Running and jumping tested his physical fitness, and he felt a lot stronger than ordinary strong men. According to his estimates, as long as he eats it five or seven more times, he should be able to enter the initial stage of Qi refining, the lowest threshold of cultivation.

"Everyone else started with Tianlinggen, and they were born to send gods to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers, and I dug for two years when I entered the pit, what is this called?"

Clean up the fish and meat crumbs, and then rinse them with lake water, so as not to show the disciples of the Lingyun Sect that something is wrong. Rearrange the fishing rods, and then return to the miner's cabin.

"Ah Niu, he's stupid, how can he swallow the spirit stone directly? You have to use urine to dissolve it, I heard the village chief's son say it once! ”

"Then why don't you try it, if you succeed, it's how good the fairy is."

"Liu Wu, who gambled on his life last time, took urine to melt, didn't he still blow up?"

"Your village chief's stupid son wants to do it, he has long been an immortal master himself, and he will let you know!"

"Brother Shen, are you back? If I gamble one day, I'll have to bother you to clean up your aftermath. This pound of brown rice and you, when the time comes, you have to help make a wooden brand, so you can leave a full name, Liugou Wu Sangou. ”

"Sangou, listen to my advice, don't gamble to win."

"What is a win on this day? Half dirt and half ash, no one knows about dying in the hole. ”

"Ugh."

……

In the wooden house, today's topic is naturally A Niu who failed to gamble.

Mortals look forward to the day when they will become monks and no longer suffer from this slavery. But this winning side is really too small, and it can only be described as one in a thousand.

How did they know that even if the bet was really successful, the fate of the vast majority of them would only be the outer disciples of the Lingyun Sect. Because they are already quite young, the difficulty of subsequent cultivation is naturally not comparable to that of disciples directly recruited from early childhood.

To put it more bluntly, they are not even qualified to let the sect test their qualifications, otherwise why gamble with their lives!

Looking at the habit of the miners in the same house when they talked about gambling their lives, Shen Bao really wanted to tell them: Don't be stupid, it's no fun to swallow spirit stones directly, unless you are really a lucky person with great talent, otherwise you are looking for death!

But he can't say these words, rare things are expensive, monks don't look at the name is quite fairy, it's still early to be a real immortal. They also need mortals to serve, and they need to leave meaningless and time-wasting things to mortals to do.

Take digging spirit stones as an example, if you use spells to dig them, the spirit stones produced are far from enough spiritual power consumed, and they still need mortals to dig with a mining pickaxe. And this spirit swallowing stone gamble is a glimmer of hope left for the mine slaves, and the idea of changing the fate of life!