At this time, Yan Moyu was also extremely troubled, although he had a lot of elixirs to restore spiritual power, but even so, even if he had been taking those drugs to restore his own reopening, but in this netherworld, the speed of spiritual power consumption was still extremely amazing.

"It's really not easy for you to be able to exert such a powerful spiritual power here, but it's useless, the devouring of the realm is not something that a small monk can resist!"

The powerhouse of the Netherworld sneered.

"I'll take care of him, I'll slaughter you two first!"

Yan Moyu snorted coldly.

"Oh, it's really underestimated by you, we don't make a move, do you really think that our Yin Clan is easy to bully?"

A powerhouse of the Netherworld Clan shook his head with a smile, and with a wave of his backhand, a blade appeared in his hand.

"Poof!"

A gray sword slashed towards Yan Mo Yu!

Yan Moyu's heart was terrified, and in the face of this sword, even though his golden body had turned five times, he still didn't dare to make a hard connection, and turned into a thunderbolt to avoid this sword!

"Sonorous!"

The gray sword was extremely fast, and it was actually slashed by the sword in Yan Moyu's hand, leaving a shallow trace on the sword.

"Oh, you're pretty tough!"

Seeing that the sword drawn in Yan Moyu's hand was actually so strong, the powerhouse of the Netherworld clan sneered.

"Forget it, let's run!"

Yan Moyu's heart was shocked, as soon as this Yin Netherworld made a move, Yan Moyu felt the horror of this Yin Netherworld, even if his spiritual power was not suppressed now, it may not be the opponent of the other party, and now it is still a situation where the spiritual power is suppressed, all the circumstances are unfavorable to him, Yan Moyu naturally has only one choice.

"Where did such a terrifying powerhouse come from!"

Yan Moyu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Although the other party's knife only slashed against his body, the terrifying power on the blade still shocked him to the point of spitting blood.

This is a strange energy that Yan Moyu has never encountered before, dark and tyrannical, and it also restrains his spiritual power.

"The reaction is good, but can you avoid this knife!"

The powerhouse of the Netherworld suddenly appeared in front of Yan Moyu, almost clinging to Yan Moyu's body, and this knife pierced Yan Moyu's palm.

"Ahh

The dark and tyrannical power instantly invaded Yan Mo Yu's body, and the little spiritual power in Yan Mo Yu's body was actually strangled at this moment!

"Buzz!"

The power of the Red Lotus Holy Body in Yan Mo Yu's body shook violently, and a force protected Yan Mo Yu's dantian, not allowing that dark force to invade Yan Mo Yu's dantian and crush his dantian.

The powerhouse of the Netherworld Clan looked at Yan Moyu in some surprise, and said in surprise: "Not dead? It's really tenacious, but the dantian was abolished, the spiritual power in the body was strangled clean, and the physical body was not bad, it's a pity to kill it, it's better to use it for mining. ”

As soon as the words of the powerhouse of the Netherworld clan fell, he pulled it casually and threw the immobile Yan Mo Yu into the body of the virtual beast, and the body of the virtual beast suddenly changed, and a cage trapped Yan Mo Yu.

"What a terrible powerhouse!"

Xiao Jiao, who was wrapped around Yan Moyu's right arm, couldn't help but shrink his neck, fortunately he didn't make a move, otherwise his strength would not be enough for these two Yin Netherworld clans.

"Damn the Netherworld!"

Yan Moyu gritted his teeth and looked at the two Yin Netherworlds.

But even if he hated itching his teeth, but he couldn't be too angry, if it wasn't for the power of the Red Lotus Holy Body just now to protect his dantian in time and seal it, then the current Yan Moyu is already a wasted person, even if he is no different from a wasted person now, but at least there is still a possibility of recovery.

This Netherworld Race is really weird, it is different from the races that Yan Moyu has seen, and the energy in their bodies is also very strange, which happens to be the opposite of spiritual power.

This is not counting, the important thing is that the Netherworld Clan is ridiculously strong, in Yan Moyu's opinion, even those strong people who have survived the Divine Spirit Tribulation by cultivating spiritual power may not be their opponents.

But think about it, after all, the other party is an opponent that even the Borderless Tower is extremely afraid of, and it is reasonable to have such a strong strength.

The assimilation of the Panic Realm by the Netherworld Realm was very smooth, the Panic Realm that had lost its ability to resist was completely assimilated, and the survivors of the Panic Realm were also uprooted and imprisoned in the Void Beast.

When the huge flying void beast suddenly escaped into the endless void, Yan Moyu and the survivors fell into a coma.

When Yan Moyu came to his senses, his hands and feet were shackled, and although he could still move, it was obviously impossible to run.

Moreover, this shackle seems to be made of some kind of stone, which has a suppressive effect on his body, and the current Yan Moyu may not even be able to exert one-tenth of his original strength.

"Where is this?"

Yan Moyu frowned and looked at the room around him with stone walls, except for the vents, this place was completely confined space.

"Gala!"

The heavy stone door roared, and when the sunlight outside shone in, Yan Moyu realized that there were many Terrans in this stone chamber who were also shackled like him.

No, it's not just the Terrans, but some weird-looking creatures! schoolbag

"You despicable worms, you get up and work, and you dare to be lazy!"

A long whip swept over and slammed it on Yan Moyu's body, scorching pain.

Yan Moyu looked at his arm in surprise, with his current physical strength, after receiving this whip, he was actually whipped open and his flesh was opened, and he could even see Yan Hong's blood flowing out.

The pain from his body was secondary, and what Yan Moyu couldn't understand was how his body could become so fragile!

"The crystallization of the Netherworld!"

When Yan Moyu saw the whip that glittered in the sun, his brows furrowed even tighter.

With the sound of the whip, the creatures trapped in the stone chamber began to rise, and numbly clapped out of the stone chamber in a long group!

"It's glaring!"

The moment he walked out of the stone room, the direct sunlight made it difficult for Yan Moyu to adapt, and he couldn't open his eyes.

There was a tinkling sound in his ears, and when Yan Moyu got used to the light of the outside world, he realized that this area was a huge mine, where countless creatures mined ore!

"What are you doing in a daze, take your tools to mine stones, you won't have anything to eat if you can't dig a basket!"

Another Netherworld whip was whipped on Yan Moyu's back.

Yan Moyu snorted, raised a hammer, walked to the edge of the mine with the basket on his back, picked up the sledgehammer and smashed it.

"Buzz!"

Yan Moyu's arms shook, and the big hammer came out of his hand, and Yan Moyu, who was not prepared at all, was shocked to open his hands.

And the place where Yan Moyu smashed down with a sledgehammer didn't even have a trace!

"It's so hard!"

Yan Moyu was shocked, the hardness of this ore was probably beyond that of a heaven-level spirit soldier.

When Yan Moyu smashed hundreds of hammers one after another, he barely knocked down the stones the size of his fingernails, and at this speed, it was really impossible for him to dig up a basket of ore.

Yan Moyu glanced at the Yin Netherworld powerhouse next to him, his strength was not strong, at best, it was the cultivation of the early stage of the pseudo-tribulation, if Yan Moyu's body was not suppressed by this shackle, he could easily kill this Yin Netherworld clan and escape from this mine!

However, when Yan Moyu saw a group of Netherworld powerhouses patrolling in the air, he even disappeared this last thought, what to run, before he could run out, he was killed by the other party first, he still mined here safely for the time being!

"Damn shackles, damn ore, damn Netherworld!"

Although Yan Moyu's mouth was constantly cursing, he was still constantly swinging the hammer in his hand, as long as his speed slowed down a little, the whip of the Netherworld would beckon him.

Until now, Yan Moyu couldn't believe what happened to him, and was inexplicably sent to the panic realm, and then inexplicably captured by the Netherworld.

You must know that he joined the Boundless Tower in the first place, but in order to find the Eternal Sacred Spring, he wanted to use the skeleton of the Lord of the Ghost Domain to reshape a physical body!

But now, not only did he not even know where the Eternal Fountain was, but he was captured by the Netherworld, who had never heard of it.

I don't know what material the shackles on Yan Moyu's body are made of, which can greatly suppress the power of the monk, not to mention that Yan Moyu is now abolished spiritual power, even if the spiritual power is not abolished, under the suppression of this shackle, Yan Moyu will not be much stronger than now.

It took half a day of hard work to knock down a third of the ore in the back basket, and to dig a back basket of ore in one day, I am afraid that Yan Moyu will have to be busy until late at night.

Yan Moyu originally thought that his strength was good, even if he was suppressed by shackles, he would be much stronger than ordinary monks.

However, to his surprise, there was a mine slave beside him who only took half a day to dig up a basket of ore, and after handing it over to the Netherworld, he could sit on the ground and bask in the sun.

To get the ore off the mine, the only way is to use force, even Yan Moyu has to take hundreds of hammers to smash a small piece, how can this person get a basket of ore in such a short time?

Out of curiosity, Yan Moyu knocked and walked and came to this person's side.

"Senior, you got a basket of ore so quickly, do you have any tricks, teach me."

Yan Moyu whispered.

However, the man just glared at Yan Moyu, patted the dust on his body, and changed places to continue basking in the sun.

Yan Moyu was a little dumbfounded, why is this person's personality so strange and so unkind?

"Boy, what are you stealing, don't give me work!"

Just because Yan Moyu was stunned for a while, the long whip of the Netherworld Clan beckoned to him again.

It wasn't until late at night that Yan Moyu filled a basket of ores and dragged his aching body back to the stone room.

The rules of the mining area are very dead, one basket of ore a day can not be changed, even if you dig until tomorrow morning, you have to fill a basket of ore, if you can fill a basket of ore in half a day, then you can move freely for the rest of the day.

Of course, the so-called free movement is only within the mining area, and if you want to escape from the mining area, the patrol of the Netherworld in the sky will let you know what it means to survive and not to die.

When Yan Moyu walked into the stone room, these mine slaves were a little surprised, none of them thought that as a newcomer, Yan Moyu would be able to complete the task!

But surprise is surprise, no one will be close to Yan Mo Yutao, all the mine slaves in this mining area are struggling to survive, and no one has extra energy to meddle in things.

Yan Moyu leaned against the stone wall and took a deep breath, the fatigue of the whole day made his whole body reach the limit, and his chest seemed to be pressed by a big stone.