Feng Jueyu stood about a hundred meters away from the entrance of the valley, looking at the piles of tattered mountains, his inner anger could not calm down for a long time.
I desperately tried to escape from the desolate land in the Western Border. I wanted to have a bright future. Who would have thought that my fate would be so unlucky. I would either be looked down upon and thrown into the Night Demon Realm where there would be life and death, or I would be thrown into such rags and debris everywhere.
Working in a strange secret place.
By the way, what on earth is this damn place used for?
Why are there so many useless junk piled up?
Feng Jueyu wanted to cry but had no tears. He especially wanted to find someone to talk to about his pain, to justify his behavior, and to see if he could leave this hellish place.
Just as he was thinking about it, a man wearing tattered cloth walked towards him.
This man looked to be in his twenties, and he looked very young, but his movements gave people a stern look.
Seeing the man walking towards her, Feng Jueyu beamed with joy. Without waiting for the man to speak, he stepped forward and said, "Senior brother, please listen to this disciple's explanation. I really haven't done anything wrong, why are you sending me here?"
Come? Where is this place?"
The man seemed not to hear, looking him up and down.
After reading it, he walked over and reached out to take off the magic cuffs on Feng Jueyu's hands.
Oddly enough, as soon as the pair of magic cuffs were taken off, Feng Jueyu felt that his true power had returned, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.
He touched his wrist and quickly thanked: "Thank you, senior brother, senior brother, I..."
"Crack!"
Just as he was speaking halfway, the man took out a round snake scale leather bracelet from his arms and put it directly on his left wrist.
Feng Jueyu was stunned for a moment, wondering why he had to change the cuffs, but when he secretly activated his true power, he found that there was nothing wrong.
He asked doubtfully: "Brother, what is this?"
"Forbidden bracelet!"
The man finally spoke. His facial features were like mud on his face, and there was no expression at all.
Then, without giving Chu Jin a chance to speak, he said, "Come with me."
"Where to go?"
"Nonsense, of course it's work. Do you think I sent you to the Abandoned Spirit Realm just to enjoy your happiness?"
Feng Jueyu was confused and explained: "Senior brother, you must have made a mistake. I really have not committed any crime. See if you can..."
"cannot!"
Still mid-sentence, the man interrupted mercilessly.
Staring at him, he said: "Name, Feng Jueyu, origin, disciple of Mingling Mystical Realm, fault: for contradicting my fellow disciples in the same realm, and refusing to correct his mistakes despite knowing them, he was sent to the Abandoned Spirit Realm and reduced to a disciple, working for thirty thousand years. This is for you."
"Did I say anything wrong about the punishment?"
Feng Jueyu was stunned for a moment and said, "It's true that I'm wrong, but Senior Brother Yan Zhen made a mistake, and I didn't contradict him."
The man patiently listened to what he said this time, and then showed a sarcastic expression and said: "Everyone who comes here says that they have not made any mistakes. Unfortunately, this is not the place for you to defend yourself. Serve here honestly, and you will earn more than 30,000 yuan."
After a few years, I will naturally let you go. If you say one more nonsense, don't blame me for sending you to a prison of torture and imprisoning you for a hundred thousand years."
"No, you are not being unreasonable, aren't you?"
Feng Jueyu was so anxious that he almost took action. At this moment, he heard the man pointing to the bracelet with snake scale skin pattern on his hand and said: "This is a forbidden bracelet. Anyone who wears this bracelet will not be subject to anything in the Abandoned Spirit Realm."
However, if you leave the Abandoned Spirit Realm, your true divine power will be imprisoned and you will become a mortal. Do you want to continue?"
Feng Jueyu stopped abruptly. The miscellaneous disciples still have to wear this magical weapon that restrains people. Even if they want to fight, they can't.
At this time, Feng Jueyu almost hated Yanzhen and Shengyue to death. Even with some emotion in his words, he demoted himself to a miscellaneous disciple and assigned him to work here. Did those two guys work with him in his previous life?
Have a grudge.
Seeing that he stopped talking, the man didn't say much and just walked forward in a muffled voice.
Seeing this, Feng Jueyu didn't have any good countermeasures for the time being, so he had to follow the man obediently and walked into the valley.
While walking, Feng Jueyu observed this weird secret place.
The Abandoned Spirit Secret Realm is different from other secret realms. Except that the center of the secret realm is placed on a floating platform in the sky, it is also full of colorful birds and flowers.
The Abandoned Spirit Secret Realm is on the contrary. It is set up in a valley. Feng Jueyu doesn't know what this valley is called yet.
But along the way, he saw mountains of broken and completely scrapped artifacts, as well as countless treasures of heaven and earth.
The treasures of nature, materials and earth are also divided into several categories, such as herbs, which are piled as high as the mountains. These herbs are either picked early or picked late, or they have been trampled or destroyed by others. Anyway, they are all
It is waste that lacks or even has no source, and its value for cultivation is almost zero.
In addition to herbal medicine, there are also waste ores from mines that have lost their origin due to unknown reasons.
There are also some messy things that Feng Jueyu has never seen before, but all the things have one thing in common, that is, the source is extremely low and almost non-existent.
It can be said that the things piled up in the Abandoned Spirit Secret Realm have no cultivation value at all. It is like a huge garbage dump with countless waste piled here.
In the middle of more than a dozen tall "garbage mountains", dozens of people like him were squatting next to the "garbage mountains", picking out the garbage on the garbage mountains one by one, and seemed to be sorting and placing them.
While Feng Jueyu was looking at it, a deafening roar suddenly came from deep in the valley.
Feeling the shaking of the earth, he thought it was the Night Stalker invading, but when he looked up, he saw a several-meter-tall Minotaur with iron chains as thick as a bucket wrapped around its body, pushing a huge bucket cart away.
come over.
The valley in the Abandoned Spirit Secret Realm is very large. Even if there are more than a dozen large garbage mountains, it still doesn't seem crowded.
The Minotaur came pushing the cart, parked it next to the garbage mountain, and sat down to rest.
The gangsters loaded all the selected waste that had no use value into the car.
After filling the cart, the Minotaur pushed the cart away.
It seems that those miscreants are specifically classified here.
The selected "garbage" is divided into two categories, one has source, and the other has no source at all.
Feng Jueyu understood now. Isn't this just a waste recycling department? Why did Yan Zhen, a bastard, throw me here?
Feng Jueyu thought naughtily, mentally greeting each of the eighteen generations of Yanzhen's ancestors.
At this time, he came to one of the garbage mountains.
At the edge of the garbage mountain, an old man dressed in rags, holding a purple gold wine gourd in his hand, was sitting on the garbage mountain supervising the work.
When the man saw the old man walking over, he saluted respectfully: "Disciple pays homage to the realm master."
"Border lord?"
Feng Jueyu looked at the old man. He was not tall. He could even be said to be shorter than a normal person. His appearance was ordinary. He had extremely large eyes with maroon pupils. The old man had messy black and white hair.
, not groomed, just like a chicken coop, and full of alcohol and stench.
Feng Jueyu frowned.
He had never seen the masters of the major secret realms of the Tiangang Sect, but judging from Yun Moxian's dress and temperament, the living environment of the gods in the Eastern Realm was more than ten thousand times better than that in the Western Realm.
Which one is not well-dressed and virtuous?
Only this old man, dressed like a rag picker, smelled of wine and rancidity all over his body.
Is this the realm lord?
Don't be kidding, right?
Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu became curious and wanted to use his spiritual consciousness to sense the old man's cultivation.
But when he released his spiritual consciousness, he found that he encountered obstacles.
There seemed to be an extremely tight defense mechanism outside the old man's body, preventing his spiritual consciousness from penetrating.
Feng Jueyu was full of doubts. There were only two reasons for this situation. Either the old man had some treasure hidden in him and he deliberately didn't want others to see his cultivation level.
Either his strength is too low and his spiritual knowledge is not enough to see the old man's true identity.
No matter which way it is, Feng Jueyu somewhat believes that this old man's status is not low.
The old man sitting on the garbage mountain was the only one not working. He drank heavily and poured spicy wine into his mouth.
He glanced at Feng Jueyu and asked, "New here?"
"Returning to the realm master, this person contradicted his senior brother and was punished by being demoted to a disciple and sent to the Abandoned Spirit Secret Realm to do hard labor for thirty thousand years."
The old man narrowed his eyes and said indifferently: "Old rules, let's take them to the sand sifting hole to wash out sand."
"yes."
The man responded and pushed Feng Jueyu away.
During this process, Feng Jueyu tried to say a few words to the old man, wanting to express his pain, but the old man acted as if he didn't hear him.
It wasn't until he was far away that Feng Jueyu gave up unwillingly.
After a while, Feng Jueyu came to the foot of a large mountain and clearly felt that the temperature nearby had risen sharply, making him sweat profusely.
Feng Jueyu released his spiritual consciousness and quickly locked onto a huge cave in front of him. The entrance of the cave was ten meters wide and narrow. This might be the largest cave he had ever seen.
The heat comes from inside.
"What kind of place is this?" Feng Jueyu marveled at the heat here, which could actually make him, a god with strength comparable to the fifth-level realm, feel like he had fallen into a furnace.
The man glanced at him and said angrily: "Don't you have eyes?"
As he spoke, he pointed to the mountain wall on the right side of the cave entrance, where there were three shining golden characters written on it: "Sand Screening Cave".
There is also an extremely powerful forbidden protection at the entrance of this cave, which is like a smooth jade mirror. From time to time, there will be a faint red flow swimming on the forbidden area, and sometimes it will condense into a special texture, much like the divine language.
The man raised his fingers at him and then stepped in.
Entering the cave, Feng Jueyu instantly felt that the heat was a hundred times stronger than outside. For a moment, his mouth felt dry and he wished he could take off all his clothes.
The man said nothing and walked forward along the spacious passage.
The passage inside went down a gentle slope. As the two walked into the deepest part, Feng Jueyu only felt that it was getting hotter and hotter. Finally, he saw a huge underground magma river in front of him.