The sky showed a strange dark red color. It seemed that this was not the sky, but the dark red clouds were extremely low, giving people an extremely depressing feeling.
Dozens of monks in red armor waved long spiked whips in their hands, driving a group of mine slaves in tattered clothes and carrying pieces of dark red ore in baskets on their backs.
A small piece of ore in the backpack weighs thousands of kilograms, which is enough to suppress these mining slaves who are only in the gas refining stage and bend down on their backs.
"Hurry up, are you just waiting for death?" A short-haired man with standing hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes looked extremely fierce. He waved the whip in his hand.
With a bang, it hit a mining slave who fell to the ground. The mining slave screamed and was caught by the whip. The spikes on the whip pierced into the body of the mining slave. In the blink of an eye, the whip was full.
The flesh and blood were gone, exuding a strange blood-colored luster, and a rickety middle-aged man who was rolled up by the whip had turned into a pile of skin and bones.
In the blink of an eye, a living life is gone.
"If you dare to be lazy again, this person will be punished!" The short-haired man raised the whip in his hand and looked at the horrified mine slaves with a proud look on his face.
The mine slave carried the dark red ore on his back and walked up the rugged mountain road under the supervision of the supervisor. He arrived at the edge of a white pool with rolling magma. He threw the dark red ore into the white pool, and bubbles appeared inside. Under the supervision of the supervisor,
Under urging, after a while, the mine slave picked up the ore inside again, but it was corroded by the white slurry and screamed. The hands with higher cultivation levels were riddled with holes, and the hands with lower cultivation levels were directly damaged in the early stage of Qi refining.
It was completely corroded. At this time, the miner unceremoniously kicked the young monk whose hands were corroded into the white pool.
There was a shrill scream inside, and the young monk struggled for a while and then disappeared. Even the human body and bones turned into rolling bubbles. As for the sunken ore, it was natural for the mining slaves behind to fish it out.
Among the crowd of mine slaves, a silver-haired young man who was also extremely shabby looked dull and followed the supervisor's instructions, soaking the dark red ore in the white pool and scooping it up. His movements were much more agile than the others.
"Hey, you're a new guy. He doesn't even have any injuries on his hands. He looks like he's a pretty good physical practitioner." At this time, the supervisor on the mountain, a horse-faced young monk, saw that the silver-haired young man was not as transparent as the others.
His injured hands were slightly shocked.
"New here, third-level physical cultivation." This silver-haired young man is naturally Lu Xiaotian.
As early as ten days ago, Lu Xiaotian had woken up. At that time, he was lying in a dilapidated cave. Even he himself did not know how long he had been asleep. When he woke up, Di Kun was lying next to him. This time
He was so seriously injured that Zhou Tong's sword energy still remained in his body and had not been completely expelled. But fortunately, he had taken Qingshuang Longkuidan in advance. His body automatically absorbed the Qingshuang Longkui Pill after being seriously injured.
The power of Kuidan's medicine was automatically recovering when he was in a coma. When he woke up, he had already recovered most of his strength. Since he was only in the Qi refining stage and had a small amount of foundation building stage supervisors in front of him, he naturally couldn't stop him. Originally,
He wanted to grab a few supervisors and interrogate the situation here. He also tried to find a way to leave this place, but after walking around a few times, he found that there was a mysterious restriction around him, which seemed to be naturally formed, but was imposed by someone.
Taking advantage, once he tries to pass through the restriction, he will be discovered soon, and some people will come to search, but he will avoid them.
When the supervisor here discovered him, he only regarded him as an ordinary outsider and arrested him as a mining slave without saying a word. When Lu Xiaotian was wondering whether to arrest one person or two together, an astonishing breath came from the sky.
Flying past, from the respectful expressions of these supervisors shouting "Blood Gourd Ancestor", Lu Xiaocai knew that this area was actually controlled by a golden elixir monk. He had just escaped from Zhou Tong's hands, and suddenly he was again
When he met the Golden Core cultivator, there was no teleportation array for him to run away again. In fact, Lu Xiaotian couldn't even find the teleportation array anywhere at this time.
Once the golden elixir monk is alarmed again, he will only die. Fortunately, he has put away Emperor Kun before, otherwise the ancestor of the blood gourd will find something wrong, and I am afraid he will be unable to do anything. The mysterious restrictions here, coupled with the golden elixir
Monk, he gave up his previous idea of looking for a way out.
Fortunately, he suppressed the mana breath in his body with the breath-containing technique, so it was logical that he was captured and became a member of the mining slaves like other people. The mining slaves here are like livestock, there is no difference.
If he resists even a little bit and fails to work, he will be executed by the supervisor. Lu Xiaotian behaves tepidly among the team.
"Well, I see that you are quite capable. Do more work. If the foreman likes it, you can become a high-ranking supervisor in the future." The horse-faced young man was very satisfied with Lu Xiaotian's obedient and no-nonsense attitude, and patted Lu Xiaotian's cheek.
Shoulder said.
"Thank you, Mr. Supervisor, for your cultivation." A rare smile appeared on Lu Xiaotian's face.
"Well, go ahead and keep working hard." The horse-faced young man nodded.
Lu Xiaotian walked down the hillside and happened to see an old man with almost all his beard and hair, and an old look on his face. His body was shivering under the dark red ore. Lu Xiaotian felt that he looked familiar.
However, the old man with a face like old tree bark saw Lu Xiaotian's extremely resentful expression. He was a little distracted when he encountered Lu Xiaotian, and his body became unsteady and he stumbled to the ground.
"Old guy, you want to cheat again!" The horse-faced young man strode forward with a gloomy expression. The mine does not need waste. Once it loses its use value, the only way is to execute him!
"No, no, Mr. Supervisor, I know him. He is a monk who came through the teleportation array. He has two magic weapons in his hand! A demon-binding rope and a black magic weapon." The withered old man yelled out of control,
If hateful eyes could kill, Lu Xiaotian would have died several times by now.
It turned out to be Weng Zhihan! A look of surprise flashed in Lu Xiaotian's eyes, but in retrospect it was normal. Before he entered the Bloody Forbidden Land, Weng Zhihan seduced him into the abandoned underground palace, hoping to use the materials on his body to forge...
He then used the demon-binding rope to kill him and then devoured his belongings. The intention was sinister. If he hadn't been more careful at that time, he would have been the one who died.
Unexpectedly, Weng Zhihan is still alive after more than twenty years. However, he must have not lived a good life after escaping from the teleportation array to this hellish place for more than twenty years. After more than twenty years of torture, he is still alive.
Not dead, just in line with the old saying that good people don't live long.
"What, you have a magic weapon on you?" Not only the horse-faced young man, but also several other supervisors also showed greedy and fearful looks. The magic weapon is tantamount to a murderous weapon for a Qi Refining monk.
What's more, the silver-haired young man in front of him actually has two of them.
"You can't be wrong, the little old man happened to escape here because he was chasing him more than 20 years ago." Weng Zhihan looked at Lu Xiaotian with a look that was filled with resentment and some pleasure in revenge. It was powerful and capable.
What's the matter? It's not just that we failed to build the foundation successfully, but we also entered this dead place.