The silver mirror hangs high, the bright moonlight sprinkles on the earth, the black shadows in the mountains are heavy, a celebrity wearing ragged shirts is difficult to walk through the mountain path, they are like industrious ants, carrying a basket of stones, staggering under their feet, their expressions are numb, most of the people's faces appear a very unnatural blue-black, there is no vitality on the body, one by one seems to be drooping and decaying, and their lives are short.

On both sides of the mountain stream, there were several gods standing sparsely, with whips in their hands, wantonly whipping and insulting this kind of mining slave, the long whip made a crisp sound in the air, and the already tattered clothes of the mining slave flew like butterflies, leaving a blood-colored groove on his back.

"Eh, have you heard, the demon beasts in the 100,000 mountains have begun to rebel again, it is said that the army led by the god king of the deserted city has been wiped out, and now all the generals are being gathered in various places, preparing to go to the 100,000 mountains to exterminate these demon beasts who do not obey discipline."

A protoss with a long whip in his hand was lazily leaning against a big tree, chatting with his companions there, and in front of him, a swarthy mine was facing him.

"I heard, this matter is quite a big problem, I also heard that the Abyss Demon Clan is back, what do you say this Demon Clan looks like, have you seen it?" Another companion was discussing with him with great interest, the spirit world has been very unpeaceful recently, the slave clan of the lower realm has stolen into the spirit realm, the demon clan has rebelled, and now another demon clan has come out to wreak havoc, it is simply full of smoke.

"Then who has seen it, I heard the older generation say that the demon clan has long been sealed in the endless abyss by the supreme ancestral god, this time, somehow, ran back again, alas, you said, don't stay in the abyss, what are you doing back to the spirit world."

The patriarch sighed, there was a lot of resentment in his words, in the eyes of these new generation of gods, the spirit world was originally their territory, the human race was their slave, and the demon race was the object of their hunting, as for the demon race, it only existed in legends, and they had never seen it at all.

While the two fellows were talking in a whisper, a weak Terran with a basket full of ore on his back stumbled under his feet, poofed, and fell to the ground, the ore rolling all over the ground, and several abrasions and blood on his body.

With a snap, the whip was thrown accurately on the slave's body, and he scolded: "You damn slave, you work so carelessly, don't you want to live, be careful that I stick you on the stake tomorrow......"

If it had been left in normal times, the slave would have hurried up, put away the ore, and left humbly and carefully, not daring to say a word, not even to look up.

But today, perhaps feeling that his life was close to death, the fear in the slave's heart was swept away, and there was nothing more terrible than death, and now he had begun to become fearless.

"It's better to be killed by you than to die of exhaustion...... what bullshit gods, what bullshit fairy, everything is a lie, I hate it so much, I hate the injustice of the sky, hate my human race for not fighting, hate why I didn't choose to die in battle, but surrendered on my knees......"

This celebrity human race staggered up from the ground, used the last strength of his body, looked up to the sky and roared, his heart accumulated too much hatred, from the Taoist immortal master who everyone admired, to now reduced to a precarious mining slave, he hates everyone, hates the god clan, but hates himself even more why he has no backbone and no blood, so that he has become like this today.

When he roared loudly, the busy slaves around him paused, and their numb faces slowly began to have a smart expression, and a hideous cruelty flashed in their eyes, and those words touched their already lifeless hearts.

Now these human races on the mine are all following Lin Fan and the demons to embark on the road to heaven, looking for the best fairy paradise in their hearts, they originally thought that when they reached the spirit world, they would be equivalent to becoming immortals and living a life like immortals.

But the reality gave them a hard blow, this is heaven, there is the spirit world, it is clearly hell on earth, in this place human beings have been reduced to coolies, slaves, and subordinate status, even inferior to beasts.

Seeing that these mine slaves had stopped what they were doing, the surrounding gods who were in charge of overseeing the work whipped the whips in their hands one after another, and threatened loudly in their mouths: "Work quickly, whoever dares to stop, I will change my job tomorrow, and I will no longer let you transport the mine, and let you enter the mining." ”

At the mention of the word mining, these people shuddered, mining in their eyes is almost equivalent to death, or rather, more tragic than death, because those people in the mine have to endure a hundred times more intense pain than them every day, staying under the mine for a few days, the corrosive energy can turn people into inhuman, and what is more terrifying is that these energies will cause unimaginable pain in the body.

"Don't listen to them, brothers, we all flew up, some to become immortals, some to find the heaven in our hearts, but now, look at ourselves, the brothers in the mine have died almost half of them by now, and it will soon be our turn, no matter how hard you work, you can't escape, wake up, brothers, I'd rather be killed by them than be a slave again......"

The celebrity's face flushed, and his weak body suddenly burst out with new strength at this moment, making him stand there like a fighter, holding his head high.

The Protoss laughed: "Good fellow, I really haven't seen a slave who is not afraid of death, since you want to find death, then I will fulfill you, throw you into the waste pit, and let you wail for three days and die......"

As he spoke, the long whip in his hand shook, and the tip of the whip made a terrible and piercing sound, like a fierce poisonous snake, which violently wrapped around the neck of the celebrity clan, and the arm was forceful, pulling it back, and the celebrity clan rose from the ground and flew upside down involuntarily.

The human race was not afraid, he grabbed the long whip around his neck with both hands, struggled hard, his fingers held hard, and roared loudly and heartbreakingly: "Today is me, tomorrow it will be you, don't you resist, waiting to be slaughtered one by one......"

The surrounding slaves, you look at me, I look at you, although their faces show resentment, and they are also very sympathetic to the plight of that companion, but they still can't resist with the heart to resist, it is better to die than to live, this proverb is vividly reflected in their bodies.

At this time, a clear voice came from afar: "Alas, I can't imagine that among so many people, only this one is a little bloody, we really doubt whether we should come to help you rescue these people." ”