Chapter 380 Mining Maniac

Hua'er rolled her eyes, but she didn't expose the fact that she would become the city lord.

Zhang Ye didn't want to get involved in the black magic stone mine, but with Su Jin's suggestion, he thought he could go and collect a batch.

By the way, wherever black magic stones are produced, there are often black magic gods lurking in secret, like bait deliberately placed. Even if they know it is a trap, the monks cannot resist the temptation of black magic stones and are willing to take risks for it.

A black magic stone mine like this without a black magic god stationed is indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

However, this does not mean that this million-dollar mine is absolutely safe. Because the black magic stone production area itself is extremely dangerous. Although black magic stones are of great benefit to monks, if they are in the black magic stone mining area, their cultivation will be inexplicably suppressed by 10%.

So Zhang Ye decided to make some preparations before going mining.

Another two days passed, and Zhang Ye was ready to go. Because he loved his wife, he didn't let Su Jin follow him. After all, drilling around underground at that time would be dirty and stuffy.

Su Jin knew Zhang Ye's ability, so he was happy to be free, so he and Hua Jiangshan looked after the house together.

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Others went to the mining area and hid here and there, fearing that they would encounter the Black Demon God, but Zhang Ye had no scruples and flew straight to the destination. Even if he ran into one or two small Black Demon Gods, Zhang Ye would kill them with one knife.

So although Zhang Ye set out two days later, he arrived earlier than others.

The location of the mining area is in a giant basin, and it can be seen that it is the depression that the Black Demon God descended on the ground and smashed out.

Because there are black magic stones in the stratum under the basin, it has affected the surface soil, which is dark and hard. Even if Zhang Ye, the Immortal Emperor, uses the Hongmeng Supreme Treasure, it is difficult to completely subvert it. Even if he wants to break the void and drill into the ground, it is difficult to do so. Therefore, the safest way is to be honest and slowly dig a tunnel to go deep underground.

Now, many immortals have dug holes in the basin and transport soil out from time to time. Zhang Ye hovers in the air, observing whether there are traps on the ground and whether there are Black Demon Gods nearby.

When he was sure there was no danger, Zhang Ye landed in the basin.

As soon as he came into contact with the black soil and rocks on the ground, Zhang Ye's cultivation level dropped to the peak level of Tianzun. It was not that his cultivation level was eaten up, but the origin of the black magic stone exerted influence from various aspects such as gravity and pressure, so that Zhang Ye could only exert the power of the peak of Tianzun.

It was like a master of Qinggong suddenly tied dozens of kilograms of sandbags, and he was definitely not as graceful as before.

Zhang Ye felt very uncomfortable, and after a long time, he barely adapted to this environment.

Zhang Ye strolled around, looking for a suitable place to dig a hole. The origin of the black magic stone blocked the divine consciousness, and could only be distinguished by experience and naked eyes.

Zhang Ye had a ghost experience, and everything looked the same. Just as he was sighing, a pitch-black monk suddenly came out of the tunnel next door, with only his eyeballs still showing a little white. He stared at Zhang Ye for a long time: "Hey, Master Zhang, why are you here?"

As soon as this was said, many heads appeared in the nearby tunnels, like moles: "Ah, it's really Master Zhang!"

"Master Zhang is here to mine as well?"

"Master Zhang, come to my cave. My tunnel is well dug. I found two black magic stones in just three days!"

"Master Zhang, you should come to my cave. There must be a lot of black magic stones!"

The tunnels dug by the monks are generally not allowed to be entered by others, but they all invited Zhang Ye, both to thank Zhang Ye for saving his life in the City of Hope a few days ago, and to get close to Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye declined and continued to look for a suitable place by himself.

Many monks saw this scene, and they thought to themselves that Master Zhang was the best in the Three Realms in making spiritual treasures, but if it came to digging black magic stones, he would definitely not be as professional as us.

So everyone looked at Zhang Ye, wanting to see where he would choose.

Zhang Ye looked around and finally gave up, but he only gave up the search with his naked eyes and divine thoughts. He took out a spiritual treasure, which looked like a small ball, but was just an ordinary innate spiritual treasure. Zhang Ye put it on the ground, and the small ball began to roll.

The monks were puzzled. Master Zhang was playing with a ball?

At this moment, the small ball stopped rolling. Zhang Ye collected the small ball, took out a spiritual treasure shovel, and prepared to dig.

"Master Zhang, wait a minute, did Master Zhang choose to mine the black magic stone from that place?" someone shouted.

"Yes, is there any problem?" Zhang Ye asked.

Someone else said: "Master Zhang, in my experience, the land you are on is dark in color and weak in breath. It is impossible to find the black magic stone by digging down."

"That's right, Master Zhang, I think the location three feet to your left is a good place to dig."

"I agree."

The monks were not pitting Zhang Ye, but were giving good advice.

Zhang Ye understood everyone's thoughts, so he thanked him, but he looked very stubborn, raised his shovel and started digging on the spot.

The monks stopped persuading him, with a hint of helplessness in their eyes. Master Zhang was really an arrogant person, thinking that forging spiritual treasures was great, and he could do anything?

He just threw a ball and found a place to dig. Did he really think that black magic stone was so easy to dig? If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer a loss, and it will be futile.

However, everyone was still a little surprised when they saw Zhang Ye digging. You know, the soil in the black magic stone mining area is very hard, and it is not easy to dig even with spiritual treasures.

But Zhang Ye raised a small shovel in his hand, like a child playing, and dug a big pit in two or three strokes. His posture was chic and elegant, unlike others who were covered in dirt.

When the monks saw this scene, they knew that Zhang Ye had made special treatment on the spiritual treasure shovel. They all thought that it would be so comfortable if they could have such a shovel. Master Zhang is worthy of being Master Zhang. It is so annoying to compare with others.

However, the monks sighed more. Such a good spiritual treasure shovel was dug in the wrong place. If it was handed over to them, they would definitely be able to dig a piece of black magic stone within a day.

They could only see that Zhang Ye's shovel was strange, but they did not see the strangeness of the previous ball. Zhang Ye infused it with a little bit of the strange energy of the black magic stone, which allowed the ball to sense the black magic stone mine underground.

The ball seemed to roll randomly, but it was actually sensing the black magic stone mine underground.

Zhang Ye prepared for two days before coming to mine, just to prepare these things. A master should act like a master.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Ye dug a pit one person deep. The other monks felt that there was nothing to see, so they prepared to return to their respective tunnels and continue to dig black magic stones.

But at this moment, a wave of energy from the black magic stone came out from Zhang Ye's pit. These monks were good at digging black magic stones and were more sensitive to the energy. They exclaimed that it was impossible, and immediately jumped out of the tunnel, came to the side of Zhang Ye's pit, and leaned over to look.

Zhang Ye dug out three black magic stones with a shovel. These three black magic stones were shiny black, black as if they were about to drip water. They were at least of the upper-middle grade, and each weighed two or three pounds. The monks' faces turned green immediately.

Zhang Ye stretched out his hand and grasped it, and the three black magic stones he dug fell into the Qiankun bag. Zhang Ye knew that there were many people watching at the pit, but he ignored them and continued to dig down.

After the three black magic stones disappeared, the onlookers came back to their senses. They thought of how they had said that the place where Zhang Ye dug the hole was not good a moment ago, and even pointed out the correct mining address with the attitude of a senior. Who would have thought that Zhang Ye dug a pit that was less than a person's depth and dug out three black magic stones!

The monks were ashamed and jealous. If they hadn't been concerned that the other party was Master Zhang, they would have snatched it long ago.

However, the monks comforted themselves that it was just Zhang Ye's good luck, a blind cat catching a dead mouse. They had been mining for many years and even picked up black magic stones on the ground. It was nothing special.

As long as Zhang Ye continued to dig, there would definitely be no black magic stones behind.

Some monks were still analyzing professionally in their minds. Looking at the texture and color of the soil, there would definitely be no more black magic stones!

However, just as the monks onlookers were sure of this idea, Zhang Ye's spiritual treasure shovel made a "clang" sound, as if it hit something hard.

Zhang Ye used the shovel to dig, and it was another shiny black black magic stone.

When the monks saw this scene, they had the urge to die. Could it be that the black magic stones they had dug over the years were all fake? How could it be so easy?

But immediately, one monk seemed to understand something and dived into the tunnel he had dug before. The other monks were a beat slower and jumped up, like diving, and drilled into their own tunnels one after another.

One monk may have been suppressed by his cultivation, and he didn't jump accurately. He cried out, and hit the tunnel entrance. He covered his head and didn't cry, and crawled into the mine.

The monks were not stupid. They already understood the purpose of Zhang Ye's previous ball. That little Lingbao ball must be a treasure hunting artifact.

It was a coincidence that Zhang Ye dug out three black magic stones, but it was not a coincidence that another black magic stone appeared after a few shovels. Master Zhang must have discovered a treasure land!

The monks did not waste any more time and returned to their respective tunnels, trying to dig a new passage in the direction of Zhang Ye. Master Zhang eats meat, and we drink some soup.

Although Zhang Ye is greedy for money, he is not the kind of person who eats alone. The black magic stone belongs to the heaven and man, and it is first come first served, so he did not expel the monks nearby.

The most important thing is that according to the detection of the Lingbao ball, if we dig one more foot down, there will be no black magic stone here, and we have to change the place again.

The nearby mine owners didn't know this, and they were like chicken blood, calculating the direction of Zhang Ye, and even took out the Lingbao in hand to dig the passage in order to get ahead of others.

When they dug hard to the vicinity of Zhang Ye, they didn't find a single black magic stone, but broke two pieces of the Lingbao.

The nearby mine owners felt that it was not right, so they returned from the tunnel and wanted to see Zhang Ye's situation. As a result, they were stunned on the spot. There was still a ghost Zhang Ye.

One mine owner was so tired that he sat on the ground, muttering: "I mean, when did Master Zhang become so generous."

Zhang Ye was looking for the next mining address. The reason why he didn't notify the nearby mine owners before was not only because he had no responsibility, but also because he felt that even if he notified them, others would definitely not believe it, and would think Zhang Ye was stingy.

So Zhang Ye left on his own after digging the black magic stone on the surface.

Zhang Ye was kicking a small ball and walking around in the basin, which was in sharp contrast to the others who were busy mining.

When everyone knew the purpose of Zhang Ye's kicking the ball, more and more people followed Zhang Ye. Instead of digging for black magic stones aimlessly, it was better to follow Zhang Ye and dig near him. If you are lucky, it is very likely to encounter one or two black magic stones.

What's more, there are also black magic stone deposits that Zhang Ye doesn't like, so he pointed with his hand: "There are two kilograms of black magic stones ten feet below, let you go."

A group of people howled, using their hands and feet, like a group of wild boars digging holes, which made Zhang Ye terrified.

Therefore, after a day, almost half of the miners followed Zhang Ye's buttocks.

The monks who had just arrived at the mining area were stunned by this strange scene, and they all felt like they had walked into the wrong set.

Is this a mining area or the World Cup? When did the Chinese national football team become so awesome that they could play in another world?

However, when the newcomers knew what everyone was doing, they also happily joined the football team. Of course, they couldn't kick the ball, so they could only watch Zhang Ye kick.

Zhang Ye followed the ball to a place and stopped, with some hesitation on his face.

"Master Zhang, is there a black magic stone under here?" The monks asked excitedly. Judging from the situation, even if Zhang Ye said no, he would probably have to dig two shovels.

Zhang Ye's face was a little heartbroken and a little sad. In the end, he smiled bitterly and said, "I said there is no here, do you believe it?"

The monks looked ecstatic, and they laughed as if they had eaten the Iron Waist and Copper Kidney Pill, "I definitely don't believe it!" Then they picked up the shovel and Lingbao and dug down like crazy.

The mineral deposits that can make Master Zhang heartbroken must be huge!

Hundreds and thousands of people worked together, and the soil flew everywhere. Even if the soil in the mining area was difficult to deal with, a giant pit was dug out soon. Unity is strength.

Zhang Ye sighed beside the mine. When the monks saw Zhang Ye's appearance, they felt that they had taken advantage of Zhang Ye and worked even harder.

Let me tell you a joke. Some people felt that they had taken advantage of Zhang Ye.

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After these followers were all buried in the ground, Zhang Ye's expression returned to normal, and then he ran to the edge of the mining area in a flash. The Lingbao shovel turned like a windmill, and the soil flew everywhere. Soon, the black magic stone flew everywhere. Zhang Ye took the Qiankun bag and filled it up crazily.

This is a big mine. When it was dug to a depth of ten feet, the soil and rocks were not as much as the black magic stone. It can be seen that its mineral deposits are rich!

Yes, Zhang Ye discovered this big mine early, but with so many people following him, it was difficult for Zhang Ye to start.

So he hesitated for a long time, found a place at random, and staged such a scene to throw those followers off.

Zhang Ye was working very hard, and those who followed him were working even more enthusiastically.

But after they dug several dozen feet deep, they found nothing but a few pieces of inferior black magic stones, and then they felt something was wrong.

"Master Zhang, there is nothing in here?" Someone climbed out of the pit panting and wanted to ask Zhang Ye.

That's right, Zhang Ye's ghost was gone.