night

The sky is full of stars, and the bright stars are showing the unique light that belongs to the foundation.

The faint light of the stars shone slowly from the sky, so that the dark earth would not be completely darkened.

It is a small mountain range, with only a few hills, not too many trees and grass, and the whole is very desolate, and there are no villages within miles of it, but there is a wide road that winds through the hills, leading to the depths of the mountain.

"Da Da Da"

The rhythmic sound of horses' hooves came from the depths of the mountain range, and gradually seven or eight carriages appeared, each carriage had two first-order high-grade demon beasts pulled by the fierce horses, and on each fierce horse sat a man in a blue strong suit, with a strong breath, and they were all masters who had reached the innate level.

On top of each carriage was a cargo covered with black cloth, and from the exposed edge, with the help of the light of the torches, it was possible to see pieces of gray-black ore-black ore-black iron ore [first-order high-grade ore]

In front of this carriage there was a tower-like figure sitting on a sturdy horse, riding calmly, and his voice spoke very loudly.

"Hurry up, otherwise we can't afford to delay after the sect blames us."

"Yes, yes, hurry"

Many of them replied with a look on their faces, and then there was a sound of whipping the fiery horses.

"Papapapa"

"Babble"

The roar of the fiery horses also sounded.

They are members of the Xuanshui Sect, and they are in charge of a small iron mine in the mountains deep in this very small mountain range.

The strong man at the head is one of the two deacons of this small iron mine, and has reached the realm of innate great perfection, and perhaps there is still hope of peeking into the realm of the foundation building immortal for the rest of his life.

With the strong man's words passed

In a black iron mine under the jurisdiction of the Xuanshui Sect,

In the dim and faint torch light of the mine, many sweaty miners rested directly in the mine after a day's hard work.

The place where they rested was a wide area that was completely unmined, and there were many torches burning around it, but the hesitation was a little wide, so that the light in the area was very dim, and only the faces could barely be seen, and there were many dry straw mats on the ground.

This large area is a square, which houses nearly 300 miners, many of whom are covered in black mud and smelly of sweat and fall asleep on straw mats.

The square was dimly lit, and the torches around it were not enough to illuminate the whole square, so it was very dim, and the trembling light illuminated several guards sitting at the entrance of the square, chatting with each other.

The square was clearly an abandoned mine, but a powerful man forced it to open up all sides, forming a wide area that could accommodate more than 300 people to sleep.

The huge square is shaped like a bottle, and the place where the bottle mouth is located is a small passage of several meters that three people can pass through.

Around the bottom of the bottle, there are more than a dozen large passages large enough to accommodate dozens of people to enter, and the faint light of the fire inside shines faintly.

Mingyuan was actually a little upset, and now he would rather turn back into an ordinary office worker.

Instead of forcing a riot with fifty-six players here.

The fifty-six players are all people who have died twice in the game, and this time all of them have become absenteeism, just like slaves in ancient China, no, more slaves than slaves, living in darkness every day.

The longest player stayed for more than half a month, and the latest came at the latest.

Every day, miners are beaten to death, or some accident dies, and all players are warned by the system that if they die again, it is a real death.

The players who stayed the longest understood that they had seen some players who did not believe in evil and were beaten to death as a result, and in the previous reality, let them know that what the system said was true, because those players were forever asleep in reality - death.

Mingyuan, on the other hand, was a handful of people with the highest cultivation among the fifty-six, and he was also the person who had been here for the longest time, and he had stayed here for forty days.

He shook his head and shook the distractions out of his mind, slowly stood up, and walked to the side of the square, where the fire shone faintly, avoiding the miners sleeping in a messy manner on the ground through the dim light.

There were already quite a few people waiting. Several pairs of reflective pupils stared at him, but Mingyuan was not uncomfortable, and naturally took over the leadership responsibilities and asked, "Are you all together?" ”

"Except for one player in Mine Road 7 who provoked the Overseer to death during the day, everything else is complete."

The voice of the person who said this was a little hoarse, and although Mingyuan didn't see it, he guessed that everyone's faces must not be good-looking. Some of them have understood that this person has disappeared without a trace in the real world.

But they can't do anything about it, although Mingyuan has an innate five-layer cultivation, and even two have an innate five-layer cultivation, but in the eyes of a town guard deacon who is congenitally perfect and has half a foot in the realm of immortals, it is still a little insufficient.

"Enough, there should be enough of us to break through...... It's a pity, it's only 55 brothers, hey, what the is this game! ”

Suddenly, someone interrupted: "Do you want to mobilize those indigenous miners, if you can mobilize them, there will be hundreds of them, and the success rate is much greater." They directly call those who are not players Indigenous miners

Mingyuan immediately shook his head, "I also thought about it before, but we can't predict what those indigenous miners think. But we all have the same fate as them, there is only one life! To die is to die forever.

Moreover, everyone is a player, and the worldview and values are similar, so we can directly make up our minds to fight, and we have naturally controlled some of the bad seeds that dare not fight.

However, it is difficult to reason with the indigenous miners who are used to keeping their heads bowed and forbearing.

What's more, if someone talks too much, it will be too risky and not cost-effective to leak the plan. ”

As the first middle-aged man to understand the rules of the game and know that the player's three deaths are the real death, everyone temporarily agrees that he is the main leader, although the other two players who are also powerful and have cultivated to reach the innate five-layer realm want to take command, but the time is too tight, the difficulty of the riot is not low, and this game world is full of crises, and the age can't predict what will happen in the next second, so he let Mingyuan command.

Of course, when the time comes to launch a riot, everyone's thoughts must not be spoken to others, after all, people's hearts are unpredictable!

"What happens after you escape?" A slightly thin man asked, his eyes shining coldly.

Mingyuan groaned twice, "We only have to go to the Xuantian Mountain Range, with the strength of dozens of our people, we can occupy a place in the periphery and settle down, besides, I have opened a post on the Internet before, I was only slightly interested in it before, but I didn't expect it to come in handy now, there is a player force on the periphery of the Xuantian Mountain Range near Anqing Town, and it is likely to have reached the Innate Great Perfection or an immortal!" ”

The middle-aged man's mind speaks for itself

Everyone looked at each other and nodded.

"Okay, gather the players, let's do it tonight, if you don't succeed, you will be benevolent!"

Mingyuan's face sank, and he said in a deep voice!

A riot is the final word!