Killing, Mo Chenxiao was silent.

Then he got up and walked out.

After years of excavation, the black iron vein has long been veined.

The twists and turns, criss-crossing veins, like the deepest ghost in the human heart, the shadows are intertwined, and the depth cannot be seen clearly.

He has been living in this area for six years, and he is already quite familiar with it, and whenever he cultivates, he chooses a place where no one will visit, and after his cultivation is completed, he continues to mine.

In the past seven days, he has not rested for a moment, has not slept for a moment, except for mining, which is cultivation.

Sleep has been abandoned.

For him, it was a luxury.

And now, he will come out to kill.

He chose a slave from the same group, this person came here about half a year ago, at that time he was still wide and fat, with big shoulders and a round waist, but now half a year later, he has become a tempered bony body.

This man didn't have a grudge against him, only that he had robbed him of his ore, because he was the fastest miner in the group, nearly twice as fast as the rest of the group.

Almost all the people in the same group had robbed him of his ore, but Mo Chenxiao had never cared about it, and if it weren't for the inevitable killing this time, he wouldn't have come.

The vein passage was dark and dark, filled with black iron-lime powder and an unpleasant smell of dark rot, but he had been used to it for a long time, and by now, he had not felt the slightest discomfort.

After seventeen turns, six staggered intersections, a short and thin man, hunched over with an iron pickaxe, digging weakly in the corner, beside him, a large pile of black ore, and an iron ore cart, a small cage.

Mo Chenxiao approached, and the short and thin man couldn't notice it.

In half a year, his facial features have dropped significantly, he is skinny, his whole body is dark, his eye sockets are deep, and he can only dig here every day, in exchange for meager food, barely surviving.

The man didn't want to die, so he could only live like this, and if he was not careful, he would be whipped by the evil slave, but he could only endure it like this.

Slaves have no ability to resist, and if they can't resist, they have to bear it.

This is true throughout the Black Mist Mountains, and he is not the exception.

Resistance, this is an idea that only those slaves who have just been imprisoned will have, after all, horizontal and vertical is death, and resistance can still have a glimmer of hope for survival.

Unfortunately, the end of the rebellion was to be whipped open and horribly frustrated, and then thrown into the pit of the dead.

The Pit of the Dead is the work of the Evil Slaves, as a way to shock all the slaves throughout the Black Mist Mountains.

Listening to the words of those evil slaves, in the past few decades, there have been more than 300,000 bones buried in the pit of the dead.

It's a terrifying number, representing the accumulation of corpses and the resentment that holds the sky.

Mo Chenxiao approached the rickety figure and patted him lightly on the back, the man turned around, his eyes were cloudy, wrinkles crawled all over his face, and the black and gray lime covered his body, dusty, looking like an old man who was nearly a hundred years old.

But in fact, Mo Chenxiao knew that the man's age was actually in his early thirties.

"Monu?"

The man's figure was rickety, and his face was puzzled.

"Mo Nu, Mo Nu, hahahaha......!"

Nightmare laughed.

The name of Mo Nu is very good, it is very in line with the identity of the demon, in the world of demons, it is not the master, it is naturally a slave, Mo Chenxiao is obviously not qualified to be the master, so he can only be a slave.

Ink, pitch black as ink, represents darkness.

Demons, the most treacherous and dark, also represent darkness.

Mo Chen was silent, calmly listening to the nightmare laughing, and deep in his heart, it was difficult to make a trace of waves.

"What are you doing with me? Are you coming to see me for the last time, or are you here to laugh at me when I'm dying? Hahahaha, I know, you must have come to laugh at me, I once robbed you of ore, you would have wished I was dead. But it doesn't matter, Mo Nu, Mo Nu, you are a slave, you can only be a slave forever, a slave who is captive in this ghost domain, you can't escape, you can never escape, you can only live here, humble, only humble, can continue your despicable slave life. This is the abyss of pain, I don't want to die, but I don't want to live either, life is pain, suffering every day, you are fast, you are young, you live here longer than me, but so what, you are still struggling in pain every day? I wait for you to die, soon, soon, soon you will also die, like me, skinny, wrinkled, covered with black ash, planted in the ironstone, hahahaha.......!"

The man's eyes were red and he laughed maniacally.

His life has come to an end, and he has been swallowed up by the environment here.

Mo Chenxiao didn't come today, and he wouldn't be able to support this mine for a few days, so he would be planted in the ironstone mine as he said, maybe no one would pay attention to it, maybe he would be dragged into the pit of the dead.

Now, Mo Chenxiao woke him up, his fire of life was directly exhausted, and now it was back to light.

"He's going to die, do it as soon as possible!"

Mo Chenxiao couldn't see this, but Wei sensed that the man's fire of life was about to be extinguished.

When Mo Chenxiao heard this, he looked at the man with a crazy look, and said flatly, "Actually, I'm here to kill you!"

Click!

Without the slightest hesitation, the palm of his hand reached out, like a ghost asking for his life, grabbed the man's throat and crushed it directly.

He used to practice martial arts, and although the martial veins were broken, there were still some roots left, which was why he mined faster than others.

The bones of his hands, after six years of tempering in hell, have long been deformed and hardened, like solid stones.

The bones of his whole body have undergone irreversible deformation, and the sixteen-year-old body looks less than the height of a twelve-year-old, but his face looks like he is thirty or forty years old.

The hand bones are deformed, the arm bones are deformed, the spine is deformed, after hellish torment and struggle, he is still alive, the desire to survive overshadows everything, he can't die.

For six years, he had never thought that he would kill someone like this, and Mo Chenxiao's eyes showed a trace of struggle, but then he was wiped out.

After the man's death, a stream of scarlet blood erupted, drenching him in blood-red, a tyranny and darkness that had never been seen before, rising from the bottom of his heart.

This is the real intention of killing, and only by killing someone can we understand what killing is and what destruction is.

Killing, decisive and decisive, full of blood and the meaning of end.

"Blood and death!"

Blood poured down, and Mo Chenxiao murmured softly.

The blood prison of the resentful dragon boiled and roared, and one after another monstrous blood dragons were born from nothingness, roaring on the blood prison, stirring the wind and clouds, and the blood rain was like boiling, sprinkling and watering the earth.

"Hahahaha, this is the devil!"

Mo Chenxiao suddenly laughed, then his eyes were cold, his palm was lifted, and an inexplicable and magnificent force was born from the palm of his hand, directly pulling the man over, and the majestic suction power came out from the center of the palm, as if a black hole was formed, swallowing up the man's flesh and bones.

Immediately, in the blood prison of the resentful dragon, the blood rain poured down.

"Haha!"

A white dry bone fell from the sky and burned on the surface of the Blood Prison, striking out.

"The Dragon's Blood Hell is a collection of resentments in the world. It's good that you can absorb the human body and bury the Bloodhell. His flesh will be turned into nourishment for the Bloody Hell, nourishing the earth. His soul will forever be locked in blood, and will be transformed into a wraith for you to drive. His bones will be your testimony to this dark world. This is the truth of the devil, laugh wildly, boy, hahahaha, hahahaha....... ”

Within the demon mark, the black mist surged violently, and the sound of strange laughter tore people's eardrums.

After the man disappeared, only the trivial and hardened clothes on the ground loomed among the gray stones, and a few strands of hair were also scattered.

A pile of ore, left there alone, Mo Chenxiao didn't look at him.

The man was dead, Mo Chenxiao had no nostalgia, like stepping on an ant, he walked towards other mines.

There were twenty people in the same group, not far apart, he had just taken a few steps, and the obstacles in front of him were gone, and a black and gray figure was running wildly in the passage, looking back from time to time, with a frightened face, as if there was a powerful ghost behind him.

Wei Xiao was silent, just laughing, Mo Chenxiao's eyes were cold, and he already understood that this person must have heard the sound before he came over to watch.

Just like the man who told the news in the first place.

It's a pity that the man is already dead, swallowed up by the environment here.

No one can escape the fate, this is the life of a mine slave, a slave.

"See? It doesn't matter, who can not die? Run, where can you escape to!"

Mo Chenxiao chuckled, his pace quickened, and the ghost claws were dripping blood, step by step, step by step.

"You, you, you, don't come here!"

The man screamed, looked at the approaching figure, panicked, plopped and fell to the ground, his legs trembling, and then quickly climbed up, running for his life.

Tread, step, step.

Mo Chenxiao's chuckle was like a ghost crying, and his steps were stepping, as if he was asking for his life.

The man's heart was filled with hallucinations, as if he was on the ghost road of Senluo, shuttling in a panic in the vast ghost fog of the forest, falling and bumping, full of scars, the closer Mo Chenxiao became, the more frightened he became.

"You're going to die. ”

Every time Mo Chenxiao fell, it was like a ghost talisman urging his life, and when the two were only a few meters apart, the man completely collapsed, trembling unnaturally, his eyes were full of cracks, and he fell directly on the road.

"Devil, ghost, ah, ghost, don't come, ghost, don't come, don't come, don't come, don't come....... ”

The man turned around, wanting to see the scene behind him, and in his shattered eyes, the real Senluo Ghost Prison was reflected, countless ghostly visions filled his eyes, and blood stains rolled down from the top of the flesh tower, and the earth was covered with broken limbs, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Mo Chenxiao had murderous intent in his heart, the murderous aura permeated the void, turning into a faint sound, and the breath of death filled the man's heart, and boundless fear wrapped him.

Death was approaching, the man struggled, his eyes were cracked, blood flowed down his dark cheeks, it was very terrifying, his dry arm stretched out, he quickly grabbed in the air, his muscles were trembling, Mo Chenxiao's palm stretched out, grabbed his throat, and shook it suddenly, with the sound of clicking and breaking his throat, the man's whole body trembled, his whole body was stiff, and he was already dead.

"There are seventeen more!" Mo Chenxiao was unmoved, but his eyes became colder.

"Kill, kill, only the nourishment of blood and death can make the Blood Hell stronger. ”

"Uh......!"

"Ah......h

"Why .......?"

Click! Click! Click!

The sound was crisp, the blood sprayed, and the life withered, as if the demon had returned to the world, wanting to devour the earth.

The people killed by Mo Chenxiao all had no bones.

Their blood turned into a rain of blood, watering the bloody hell earth, and their dry bones are the sign of the demon's return to the world.

The dead wail sounded in Mo Chenxiao's ears, but he was speechless and silent, only the ghost claws were sharper.

The blood rain poured down, and the earth was blood-red, and then it seeped down and was buried under the yellow sand, and the earth was dry and yellow, and nineteen white bones were scattered randomly on the surface of the earth.

Mo Chenxiao didn't see mercy in his eyes, and after the last person died, he sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and looked inside.

His whole body was red with blood, and as he sat cross-legged, the blood dripped down and stained the blood around him.

"Seeds of Hatred!"

With a mutter, his gaze fell on the Seed of Hatred, a black seed, as if it was about to sprout again, but it had no chance.

An invisible force poured out from the Blood Hell and turned into lightning, directly shattering the seeds, and an infinite black mist erupted.

It was the most primitive resentment he had deposited, and all the encounters of that night surfaced in it, and it was quickly shattered, the blood rendered verdant, the stumps shattered, and scattered, a man covered in blood, madly destroying everything.

His mother was torn in half before his eyes, the old patriarch lay among the rubble, his head collapsed, and he could not see it, and the body of a child was reduced to flesh under the protection of his parents.

All kinds of human tragedies were staged in this village overnight.

One by one, the original fresh life, calm, peaceful, green mountains and green waters, collapsed, all turned into hell, roaring, hideous, blood, wailing and death.

Everything that Mo Chenxiao was most reluctant to face saw again, and it was so clear, his tears were soaked in blood.

"Roar, I hate it......!"

Mo Chenxiao looked up to the sky and roared, all he wanted was the green mountains and green waters, the peace and tranquility, and the favor of his parents.

However, all dreams were shattered, turned into bloodstains, and buried his heart.

Resentment, roaring, roaring, Mo Chenxiao vented like crazy.

Resentment is frenzied, and the black mist is accompanied by anger surging and expanding, like the wind fueling fire, spreading rapidly, and the thick black fog is transformed into images in the void, all of which are the vicious phenomena of the world.

Accompanied by Mo Chenxiao's resentment, the resentful dragon blood prison is surging, the wind and clouds between heaven and earth are changeable, the wind helps the rain, and the storm spreads across the earth.

It is destined to be infernal, where is not the Yellow Spring?

The Blood Prison of the Resentful Dragon will be the deepest blood of Huangquan in the world.