"Smack~"

In a dimly lit tunnel, I saw a few black-clothed men with steel whips in their hands, cursing and cursing in front of them, about two dozen slaves!

"Listen to Lao Tzu with your ears pricked up, dig twenty baskets of black rock spars before you finish work, or Lao Tzu will break your legs!" I heard a man in black whip a steel whip in mid-air and said sharply.

"Jingle Bell~"

Hearing the sound of gold and iron digging and chiseling, all the slaves looked frightened, and did not dare to look up at the man in black.

Among the more than 20 slaves, there were old and young, men and women, including several slaves of the snake clan and the shark clan.

"Grandpa... Someone fainted, someone fainted... Help!Woo~" I heard a young boy crying and shouting.

In the midst of a group of slaves, an elderly man suddenly fainted and fell to the ground, and a woman hurriedly put down the chisel axe and bent down to help.

"Smack!"

"What's the name of the little ghost!"

A steel whip struck the boy, and the boy let out a scream. The man in black in charge scolded, "Fuck, isn't it just the death of a spiritual sense, he was also a dying person, and the spiritual consciousness died just to give Lao Tzu a sacrificial knife!"

Saying this, I saw that the man in black suddenly found a secluded black flame waist knife in the void, and immediately slashed at the fainting old man's spirit on the ground, and with a snort, the fainting old man's spiritual sense instantly turned into a little starlight and disappeared into the demonic black flame waist knife.

This move was very fast, and the woman next to the frightened old man screamed in surprise, and suddenly lost her face, fell back, and retreated with her hips.

"Slut, nosy!"

When the black-clothed steward raised the steel whip in his hand and was about to whip the woman, suddenly a broad palm grabbed the steel whip.

"Why, big man, you want to taste the soul whipping too?"

"People are dead, what do you want?"

It was a tall mermaid man who stood out from the rest of the crowd in that he had a pair of pale blue fin-like ears on either side of his cheeks.

The black-clothed steward was furious, and when he was about to attack, he saw that all the people around him were clenching their axes, sickles, or pestles, and staring at him viciously, as if they were angry about killing him. Seeing this, he had no choice but to retract the steel whip raised in the air, spit spitting sinisterly, and turned to walk away.

"Don't cry, Grandpa Withered Vine is just tired, he has been liberated and has ascended to heaven!"

"Sister Ling'er, is it true?, has Grandpa Withered Vine really entered the Kingdom of Heaven?" the boy asked, choking and raising his teary cheeks, looking at Ling'er hopefully.

"Yes, Grandpa Withered Vine guards us in the Heavenly Kingdom, so you have to be obedient and survive well!"

"Uh-huh, melon boy is obedient!"

......

Qin Jiuyan, who was tired of flying and sitting on the back of the Netherworld White Tiger, looked at the vast white snowfield and asked anxiously, "Xiaobai, how far is the concentration camp in this snowy wasteland?"

"It's coming! It's probably less than fifty miles away!"

I saw that the white tiger shook his head and shook off the thick layer of snow on his body.

"Then let's hurry up, this hellish place and those perverted people in black, I'm really afraid that something will happen to Miss Ling'er!"

"It seems that Miss Ling'er is very important to you!hehe~"

"Entrusted by people, loyal to people!

"Hey, Xiaobai doesn't believe it!"

"Believe it or not..."

After a slight adjustment, Qin Jiuyan and Xiao Bai set off again, and there was another rapid low-altitude flyby.

After flying at a rapid pace for about an hour, the little white suddenly stopped and quietly landed on the snow.

"Why don't you leave?"

"It's here!"

"Well, where? Why didn't I see any concentration camps?"

I saw that Xiao Bai raised his heavy forelimbs and pointed to a towering pine and cypress tree in front of him, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "That's it!"

"Huh, that piece of pine and cypress?"

"Yes, the entrance to the Spiritual Concentration Camp is in the hollow tree hole of three giant pines and cypresses in the middle of that pine and cypress!"

"Inside the cedars?"

"Hmm!"

"Damn, this damn ghost place is really secret! Without Xiaobai's guidance, I'm afraid Lao Tzu won't be able to find this gloomy ghost place no matter what!"

"Well, little brother Jiuyan, what should we do now?"

"Why are you scared, Xiaobai?

"No, although this Snowy Wasteland Concentration Camp is not a particularly large rudder of the Cult of the Evil God, it is also guarded by two Dharma Protectors who are not weak!"

"Two Dharma protectors, what kind of cultivation is the realm!"

"It's probably around the sixth order of the King Path Realm!"

"Hey, then Xiaobai can still be afraid of these two miscellaneous with your cultivation in the realm of Heavenly Warriors?"

"No, although I have been practicing for 10,000 years, I have reached the realm of your Heavenly Destiny Master, but I only have the physical body, and my current spiritual sense is weak, and I can only exert less than eighty percent of my strength!

"Let me think about it!"

Looking at the vast white and snowy wasteland, Qin Jiuyan had a lot of thoughts. The purpose of his trip is to safely rescue Miss Ling'er's spiritual ideology, if he can't save Miss Ling'er because of his recklessness, he is afraid that his own life will also be here, if so, all his previous efforts will be in vain. Qin Jiuyan kept asking a question in his mind over and over again: How to act to rescue Miss Ling'er safely and effectively?

After touching half a pillar of incense for about half a time, a ray of hope suddenly flashed in his eyes, Qin Jiuyan nodded slightly firmly, and said, "Xiaobai, are you willing to play a play with me?"

The big white sapphire eyes were full of puzzles and said, "Acting?"

"Yes, acting!"

"How to act?"

"Later, I will change into the appearance of that black ghost, and you will play a good show with me! Wait until you find out the specific situation in the concentration camp before waiting for the opportunity to do it!"

"Well, yes, okay, little brother, this is fun!heehe~"

"What to play, if you don't play well, you're going to lose your head!"

"Oh~"

Looking at the secluded pine forest, Qin Jiuyan asked, "Xiaobai, do you know how many spiritual bodies like you are in it?"

"Thousands, they are all working non-stop every day in different tunnels, mainly digging and cultivating black rock spar and holy blood tungsten ore!"

"What is Holy Blood Tungsten?"

"I don't know very well, but I vaguely heard them mention what kind of refining spirit suppression magic weapon!"

The thick eyebrows frowned slightly, and Qin Jiuyan muttered: "Soul suppression magic weapon, could it be a demon weapon that deters resentful spirits?"

"It's not clear about the specifics!"

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, Qin Jiuyan looked at the pine and muttered, "Wait! Sooner or later, Lao Tzu will completely destroy your evil god cult!"

"What about the overall strength of the enslaved spirit body, if we can instigate them to resist with us at that time, we should have a better chance of victory!"

"Well, some of their strength is indeed very strong, and even some of them are still above me in the realm of spiritual cultivation! It is indeed feasible to rebel against these spiritual bodies! These people have suffered so much that they have not seen the light of day all year round, and they have been enslaved and mining all day long! They hate those vicious overseers even more, if we can invite them to resist together, then victory will no longer be a problem!"

"Okay, that's it!"

I saw that Qin Jiuyan, who had regained his mind, found a black windbreaker from the magic ring and draped it on his body, and then used black herbs to paint black paint on his face and eyelids, and pasted a tuft of small beard... He also summoned the judgment of the Holy Light, and made a soul chain, holding it in his right hand...

"Hey, little brother, you really look like you!"

"That's!" pinching his cheap voice, Qin Jiuyan said contrivedly: "Xiaobai, do you still dare to resist? Look at the uncle, I won't beat your ass!"

"You... She's a girl... Hmph, ignore you!"

"Haha~"

......

In a stone room in the concentration camp, next to a bonfire, two men in black were talking.

"When the hell is this goddamn weather!" I saw a middle-aged man in black with a medium stature and a chubby body complaining, "Brother Thin Ring, did you say that this snowy wasteland holy realm is about to be annihilated!"

"Brother Fat Tiger, you can't talk nonsense! Most of the Snowy Wasteland Holy Realm has a decision from above, you and I are only in charge of guarding, if you really want to say that it is time to evacuate, the above will notify us in advance!" said the thin middle-aged man lying on a wicker chair with Erlang's legs crossed.

"It's still the big brother who is thin and the ring can see it! The younger brother admires and admires!hehe~" The fat tiger smiled all over his face, and echoed with a spring breeze on his face, "This kid has been patrolling for a long time, why hasn't he come back to his life!

"That kid, you should be disciplined, I heard that last time I was bullied by this old man to a mermaid woman's spiritual sense?"

"This little brother really doesn't know, don't worry, I will punish him when I come back!"

......

The heavy snow was still falling, and I saw that at this time, the "black ghost" whipped the Netherworld White Tiger and was slowly approaching the three pine and cypress trees in the concentration camp!

"Fuck! I'll take you to let the wind go, you brute is actually grinding and chirping and chirping along the way, so it's not annoying!"

"Black ghost, you turtle son still know to come back!" Seeing the "black ghost" leading the Netherworld White Tiger back, the fat tiger's eyes widened angrily, and he said angrily.

"Hey, teacher, are you waiting for me?"

"Nonsense, I've been waiting for you for a few hours, are you kid going to be lazy again?" I saw that the fat tiger twisted the ear of the "black ghost" with his right hand, kicked it on the ass with his right foot, and scolded.

"Old teacher... You're mistaken! The blizzard is blowing so hard that it's been delayed on the road for some hours!"

"Is that really it?" the fat tiger exclaimed, confused.

"It's true, if I dare to lie to the teacher, I will die without a place to bury!"

Qin Jiuyan scolded angrily in his heart: Damn, the black ghost, this turtle bastard, let Lao Tzu be beaten for you, you will not be wronged if you die without a place to be buried!

"Turtle son, hurry up and go inside!" raised his right foot and kicked Qin Jiuyan's ass fiercely again, the fat tiger's thick eyebrows furrowed, and he reprimanded viciously.

Qin Jiuyan glared at the fat tiger with an angry face, and then took the Netherworld White Tiger and fled in a hurry.