Three days later, when Xue Li came back with the newly refined drill magic weapon, the vigorous drilling campaign began.

After careful consideration, Feng Shao decided to drill a hole across the river, about 20 miles from the camp. He chose this place because it was sparsely populated and would not affect the normal lives of ordinary people. In addition, if an accident occurred, the long distance would provide enough time to evacuate the camp.

Another reason is that the land here is fertile and very suitable for farming. Feng Shao plans to set up spiritual fields near the drilling hole, plant various herbs and raise various spiritual beasts.

After Feng Shao bound the drill, he floated in the air and began to control the drill to drill the ground. On the ground, there were many people standing here and there. They stood a hundred meters away, watching Feng Shao's actions with curiosity.

As monks, they had a great demand for some special minerals, so they were not unfamiliar with mining. However, this kind of mining method was the first time they had seen it.

Under Feng Shao's control, the drill suspended in the air began to spin rapidly. Before it even got close to the ground, countless gravels were blown away by the wind and waves created by the drill. Everyone looked from afar and found that the drill, which they had thought was ugly just now, now looked hideous. They had no doubt that if they were accidentally caught in the teeth of the drill, they would be crushed to pieces.

Many people even began to wonder whether they should ask Xue Li to order a magic weapon like this. After all, it looked quite powerful.

After a while, the drill finally touched the ground. With a piercing noise, countless gravels and soil splashed out under the drive of the saw teeth, and the ground began to shake. At first, the shaking of the ground was not obvious, but as the drill bit gradually went deeper, the shaking of the ground became more and more intense, and everyone gradually felt like they were in an earthquake.

"Brother Shao is so great! Come on, Brother Shao!" From afar, Lin Xiaoran cheered for Feng Shao with an excited look on his face.

After hearing this, Feng Shao couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Although he seemed calm on the surface, only he knew how difficult it was to control this magical instrument. Probably because it was cast too hastily, the drill always gave him a feeling of being out of control. If he hadn't tried his best to stabilize the drill, I'm afraid the drill would have flown out long ago.

However, the difficulty in control was a minor issue. The bigger problem was that during the drilling process, the vibration and reaction force caused by the magic weapon cutting the gravel were also transmitted to him. Feng Shao now felt like he was being hit by countless small hammers at a very high frequency. He immediately realized that if he controlled the magic weapon for too long, internal injuries would be inevitable.

It seems that there is still a lot of room for improvement in this magic weapon.

Feng Shao continued with the construction while thinking.

At the beginning, everyone was watching with great interest. But after a while, they felt bored and returned to the camp to continue their work. Only Lin Xiaoran and Xue Li were still guarding Feng Shao. Xue Li wanted to observe closely to see if there were any flaws in the drill. As for Lin Xiaoran, she just wanted to stay wherever Feng Shao was.

This drilling took a whole day.

As the drill bit gradually penetrated deeper into the ground, it became easier to control the drill bit. After Feng Shao mastered the trick, his drilling efficiency increased significantly. At the beginning, he could only drill one or two meters deep in an hour. Later, he only took four hours to drill more than 20 meters deep.

Although the spiritual stones on the drill bit can be replaced, Feng Shao's consumed spiritual power cannot be replenished in a short period of time. At the beginning, Feng Shao could still stay in the air, controlling the magic tool while observing the drilling situation. But later, he could only return to the ground to minimize the loss of spiritual power.

A day's hard work resulted in a nearly 30-meter-deep borehole and Feng Shao's slightly pale face. After retracting the magic weapon, he suddenly felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and the whole person fell forward involuntarily.

Lin Xiaoran exclaimed, and hurriedly ran forward to support Feng Shao, and asked anxiously: "Brother Shao, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Feng Shao shook his head slightly and whispered, "It's okay, I just don't have enough energy for a while, I'll be fine after I calm down."

Xue Li, on the side, walked up to the drill magic weapon and observed it carefully.

After observing for a while, Xue Li murmured: "It seems that this sawtooth arrangement is a bit of a burden on the user. Maybe I need to add some sawteeth and modify the sawtooth arrangement..."

As Xue Li was thinking, he started drawing on the ground, and from time to time he looked up and asked Feng Shao about some problems that occurred during use. Feng Shao told Xue Li everything he felt, and put forward some of his own ideas and suggestions. After the two of them discussed, Xue Li drew the prototype of the new drill.

Seeing this, Lin Xiaoran couldn't help but said angrily: "Brother Shao, look at what you have become now? Can't you take a rest first before discussing these things?"

Feng Shao said apologetically: "Ran'er, I'm sorry for making you worry."

Lin Xiaoran sighed, pouted, and said helplessly: "I'm afraid there will be a lot of things to worry about in the future!"

Xue Li smiled and said, "I have almost understood the problem. I will go back and improve it. I will make you a better magic weapon in a few days. I will leave now and will not disturb you two!"

Having said that, without waiting for Feng Shao and Lin Xiaoran to reply, he flew straight towards Yunjian Pavilion.

Lin Xiaoran stamped his feet in the direction Xue Li left and said angrily, "Uncle Xue, he doesn't even talk like an elder!"

Feng Shao couldn't help laughing when he saw Lin Xiaoran's cute look.

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Jiuyou Mountain, the Jiuyou holy land.

In the dark Nine Nether Palace, a middle-aged man wearing black clothes with gold patterns sat on the main seat at the top. He looked at the young man kneeling on the ground in front of him with a cold expression: "You mean to say that the Holy Son was killed by Feng Shao of Yunjian Pavilion?"

The young man said in a deep voice: "That's right! In the entire Qingdi City, no one except Feng Shao can kill His Royal Highness the Holy Son. As for the rumors in the streets, they are not credible."

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, with a hint of anger in his voice. The young man suddenly felt as if his chest had been hit hard, and a mouthful of blood rushed up his throat. He tried hard to suppress it and swallowed the blood back, but his face had turned pale.

The middle-aged man asked coldly, "Then why did none of those who went to Qingdi City come back except you? Where did they go?"

The young man replied, "I don't know. But I heard that they have all been taken in by Feng Shao. Maybe they are already in Yunjian Pavilion."

"Oh? Yunjian Pavilion even dared to take in the traitors of my Jiuyou Holy Land? They are really brave! Do Lin Fengtian and Xiao Ruoyao really think that my Jiuyou Holy Land dare not take action against them?"

The young man hurriedly said, "Master Saint, Junior Sister Zuo and the others may not have betrayed the Holy Land. Perhaps they have their own reasons?"

"Hardships? If they really have difficulties, they shouldn't have left the holy land without saying a word! Xin Ruxiong, you'd better tell me the truth. Does the death of the Son of God have anything to do with them?" The middle-aged man looked at the young man with murderous intent in his eyes.

Xin Ruxiong took a deep breath and said, "Please understand, Lord Saint! Junior Sister Zuo and the others are loyal to the Holy Land and have never betrayed us. If they had no choice, why would they rashly leave the Holy Land? Perhaps... perhaps Feng Shao used some shameful means to control Junior Sister Zuo and the others, so Junior Sister Zuo and the others would listen to Feng Shao's words!"

After saying this, Xin Ruxiong lowered his head deeply. He didn't dare to look up, because he was afraid that the person sitting above would see his guilty conscience and realize that he was lying. So he could only lower his head like an ostrich and wait for the other party's decision.

The short one-minute silence felt like a century to Xin Ruxiong. Drops of cold sweat rolled down his forehead and fell to the ground along his face. Before long, the ground in front of him was soaked with sweat.

Finally, the middle-aged man spoke again: "In this case, then you go and tell the Saint to bring me Feng Shao's head! If she can do it, then she can continue to serve as the Saint of Jiuyou. If she can't, then she will be a traitor to my Jiuyou Holy Land!"

Xin Ruxiong replied in a deep voice: "Yes!"

After leaving the hall, Xin Ruxiong couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. The trembling look on his face had already disappeared, replaced by a look of excitement.

Although this was a bit risky, it was clear that he had made the right bet! Once he got through this difficult time, the position of the Nine Nether Saint would be his sooner or later!

On the day when the disciples of Jiuyou Holy Land rioted, Xin Ruxiong was also present. But he just watched from afar and had no intention of saving Chi Xuan. Because to him, a dead Chi Xuan was far more useful than a living one.

As he expected, Chi Xuan, who had already offended the public, was tortured to death by the disciples in the most cruel way, and even his soul was taken away by Zuo Linglan with a magic weapon. Therefore, even if Jiuyou Holy Land used ghost magic to summon Chi Xuan, it would be meaningless. What Xin Ruxiong had to do was to pin the crime of killing Chi Xuan on Feng Shao.

Feng Shao was quite powerful and had conflicts with Chi Xuan. Regardless of his motives or strength, Feng Shao was the biggest suspect in the murder of Chi Xuan. Although the news that Chi Xuan was tortured to death by the disciples of Jiuyou was seen by countless people in Qingdi City, Xin Ruxiong was confident that he could pin the blame on Feng Shao with his eloquence.

And the final result did develop in the direction he expected.

As for taking Feng Shao's head, it was obviously not feasible. After all, Yunjian Pavilion was not so easy to mess with. Even Tao Yan was afraid of Lengyue Daohuang's strength. But it didn't matter. Whether Feng Shao died or not was not a big problem. The key was Zuo Linglan's attitude. As long as he could find a way to persuade Zuo Linglan to return to Jiuyou Holy Land, his goal would be achieved.

Looking at the sun hanging slantingly in the sky, which was slightly green due to the miasma of Jiuyou Mountain, Xin Ruxiong showed a smile.

Today's weather is really nice!