"Tsk, tsk, it seems that I am still too good to you. Someone is trying to play a trick."
The guard said, walking through the crowd amidst the laughter of his companions, and walked up to the bald man.
He first slowly took out a brand-new neck ring magic weapon and put it on the strong man. Then he forcibly opened his mouth and stuffed a pill inside. Then he walked over to the strong bald man by his collar.
On the side, he was tied to the mast of the flying boat, and the dagger was hanging by the side of the strong man.
Under the influence of the elixir, the wounds on the strong man's body healed quickly, but at this time, the dagger would automatically activate and open more than a dozen wounds, which would then heal again.
Under the scorching sun, a lot of sweat broke out on the strong man's body, which flowed into the wound from time to time, and the sting was unbearable. This was repeated over and over again, to the point where the strong man was tortured to the point of death.
When the monks and prisoners saw this scene, they all felt sad.
"You have seen his fate. I advise you all to be honest, otherwise, the mast will still be empty!" The guard snorted coldly and threatened.
Everyone was silent, and the mortal prisoners behind them all lowered their heads, not even daring to take another look.
Zuo Qinghui watched all this with cold eyes, knowing that this was just a trap deliberately set by the guards to lure out the leader and kill the chickens to scare the monkeys.
The airship continued to move forward, flying over the sand sea. After an unknown period of time, it suddenly saw a large black smoke filling the air in the distance. The airship stopped and slowly landed on the ground.
The guards shouted and ordered the prisoners to get up and get off the airship one by one.
At the same time, they also lowered the bald man who was hanging on the mast and was dying, fed him an unknown pill, and then called two prisoners to help the strong man and drag him away.
What appeared in front of everyone was a bronze gate standing on the sand dune. As the guards stepped forward, the gate was rumbled open, and two foundation-building monks wearing jet black robes walked out.
One of the dark-skinned middle-aged men glanced at the prisoners with neck rings, frowned and complained to the one-horned man who was walking away at the front.
"Senior Brother Fang, there are a lot fewer monks this time. Elder Hai may be unhappy."
"Something happened on the way. Let's make do with these people." The one-horned man's voice sounded a little irritable.
"You should leave this to Elder Hai to explain. Not long ago, someone from the sect came and said that something happened in the Western Region. They are in urgent need of Flame Scale Mine to prepare for war, so they have increased the monthly share of the mine.
There are not enough manpower, and his old man was angry about this just now." The dark-skinned middle-aged man said.
Zuo Qinghui was among the crowd at the back. Hearing their conversation, he seemed to be thinking about something.
Flame Scale Ore is a special kind of spiritual ore that looks like fish scales. It contains a large amount of fire spiritual energy, but it is extremely disordered and cannot be used to refine ordinary magic weapons. However, it can be used to refine a kind of magic weapon called "Liaoyuan Fire".
Special magic weapon.
This magic weapon is somewhat similar to the Heart-Splitting Thunder, and it is also a one-time consumption magic weapon.
It's just that it's much weaker than the Heart-Splitting Thunder. After being thrown, it will form a sea of fire, which is equivalent to a blow from a monk in the early stage of foundation building. And because the refining method is not a secret, all the major sects in the Central Plains have more or less
We always keep some in reserve for emergencies.
However, the mining of Flame Scale Ore is particularly troublesome. It can cause explosions if you are not careful, and the fire aura contained in it will also cause a lot of damage to the body of the miner. Mortals cannot bear it, so it can only be mined by monks.
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As for the captured mortals, they were arranged to mine other mineral deposits in the mine.
Yuan Ming's body had previously possessed Ulu by burning incense, and found that although he was in the mine, he did not behave strangely. He did not know whether he was performing a mission or was really trapped in it, but he found that he was trapped.
The mortals and monks among them all lived in darkness, praying to escape.
For him, if he could do something for these people to convince them, it would be a good way to collect his willpower, which would help him practice the Ming Yue Jue.
The swarthy middle-aged man in front of the gate took a rough inventory of the number of monks and mortals who were sent, and then called a few guard disciples from the Qi Refining Stage to bring them in, while the one-horned man and others stayed outside.
As you enter the passage behind the gate, there are many disciples of the Guiyuan Sect who have cultivated in the Qi Refining Period stationed and patrolling. There are also several green wolves about ten feet tall tied to the exit, wearing special leather armor and even iron armor on the head and neck.
Protection, it looks heavily guarded.
Seeing the crowd approaching, the green wolves immediately bared their teeth and let out low hoarse roars from their throats. They crouched low and their muscles tensed up, as if they were ready to attack at any time. Fortunately, the monks and prisoners were fine, but the mortals' faces were already pale with fear.
Many people even had their legs trembling.
After the guard disciples on the side calmed him down, the green wolf stopped looking like it was choosing people to devour.
Zuo Qinghui and others followed the guards through the passage, and the scene in front of them suddenly became clear. It was an underground cavity with an unusually large area.
Close to the passage, there are densely packed stone houses and short buildings neatly arranged, with monks in black robes going inside. Near the middle, there is the only four-story building with a simple and elegant shape. The top floor is surrounded by four walls.
The transparent pavilion structure allows a panoramic view of the entire void.
Zuo Qinghui felt something in his soul, and vaguely noticed that someone seemed to be looking at the high building at this time, but when he looked up, he didn't see anyone.
The guarding disciples did not stay here for long, and soon led a group of prisoners to the open space at the other end of the cave.
This is a huge mine. Zuo Qinghui glanced around and found that the entire mine was in a huge fan shape, sloping downwards, like a steep hillside, with tents made of cloth leaning against the earth walls.
There are thousands of stone slopes densely packed together. This environment is slightly worse than that of Heitufang. It seems to be the residence of prisoners.
On the opposite stone wall, you can still see the entrances and exits of mines of different sizes. From a distance, they look like a huge hornet's nest. Inside, you can see naked people hitting the mines with hammers.
The iron drill embedded in the cracks of the stone cracked huge rocks into small pieces.
At the exit at the bottom, there were also miserable-looking mining slaves coming out carrying baskets of light yellow ore in baskets.
These people dumped the ore they carried out onto the transport trucks waiting outside the entrance of the cave. Without stopping for a moment, they turned back to the mine.
The carts filled with ore were pulled by another group of emaciated mining slaves and transported to several stone houses at the other end of the open space.
One of the stone houses has a tall, dark chimney that is directly connected to the stone wall at the top of the cavity. It must be the place where the ore is smelted. As for the black smoke caused by smelting, it is naturally discharged outside the cavity.
In the mine, there is a high platform built almost every distance, with two to three Guiyuan Sect disciples guarding each top, overlooking every corner of the entire mine.
There are also guard teams walking back and forth in various areas, and there are also people who look like supervisors, carrying a long whip in their hands to patrol back and forth. If they see a mining slave who is a little slack, he will go up and whip him.
When the long whip with thorns hits the body, it can tear the clothes with just one blow, and the skin will be bruised and bloody. Anyone who dares to cry out will definitely incur a more severe punishment.
In addition to these mortal slaves, the guards against monk slaves are even stricter.
The monks with neck rings were in groups of ten. The first eight held special instruments that looked like rakes, while the last two carried baskets, which contained palm-sized, scale-like fiery red ores.
Behind them, there will be a monk supervisor wearing a light gray robe, monitoring them at all times to prevent them from doing anything secretly.
Under the leadership of the one-horned man and others, Zuo Qinghui and other imprisoned monks were separated separately and brought into a barracks. The sitting monks registered their names one by one, and then ordered them to stand in a row.
Row.
I saw the monk making seals with his hands and pointing towards his forehead. A gap instantly opened between his eyebrows, and a vertical snake pupil emerged from it. A ray of purple light flew out from the snake pupil and emanated from Zuo Qinghui and others.
Sweep.
Soon, the purple light disappeared, and the snake eyes burrowed back into the monk's flesh, and he turned his head and said to the guarding disciple on the side.
"Everything has been checked. There is no storage magic weapon hidden on them. Now there is a shortage of people in the mine. Don't send this batch to Elder Hai. Let me see... Zhu Si, Shen Mangxing and Chen Shang.
All three of my subordinates are short of men, so let’s send a message to them now and ask them to come back from the mine and pick up their men here.”
Soon, the three people the monk was talking about came in from outside. They were polite to the monks in the room, and then looked at Zuo Qinghui and others, with eyes as if they were picking out goods.
"Junior Sister Zhu is in great demand, and the people under her command are prone to death. These three strong ones will be given to Junior Sister." A male cultivator with a mustache and a wretched face said.
"Haha, I'd better give these to Senior Brother Chen. After all, I heard that one of your subordinates is driven crazy by you. Now that the mine is short of manpower, you have to rein in your temper. If you don't pay your share, what about Elder Hai? It's not easy to explain." The person named Zhu Si was a female cultivator with a mean face. After hearing what she said with a mustache, she immediately retorted.
The two of them seemed to be modest, but in fact they both wanted to take the stronger one into their pocket. Only the middle-aged man with a simple face was left, silently watching the verbal exchange between the two.
In the end, Zhu Si and Chen Shang divided up the stronger ones among the monks, while the remaining ones were either thin or old, and were all left to the silent Shen Mangxing.
Although Zuo Qinghui had changed his appearance, he still had the appearance of an old man. He was the type that Zhu Si and Chen Shang looked down upon, so he was naturally assigned to Shen Mangxing.
So Zuo Qinghui and two other thin monks followed Shen Mangxing out of the barracks, and then saw six monks with neck rings waiting outside.
They were both male and female. They were either old or thin. They were quite similar to Zuo Qinghui and the other three.