The next cave in Yuexi Mountain, Yanyang, the capital of the Chiyan Empire**

Far from the surface of the earth, under the volcano, the heat is extremely high, and the air around it is full of transpiration.

At this time, all the children who looked like children were sitting cross-legged on the ground, each of them was separated by a few meters, and the red aura was entwined between the whiskers, and there were black and purple points of light flashing in the eyebrows when they swallowed.

The child's clothes were in tatters, with tears and blood, and sweat had already soaked through the clothes.

Every child is guarded by a man in a red uniform, and the long whip in his hand is entwined with aura, and whenever there is chaos in the child's aura, the long whip will be thrown away quickly, bringing up a piece of flesh and blood in one go.

The beaten child did not say a word, silently took the whip, struggled and hurriedly sat down, completely ignoring the fleshy back, but the trembling corners of the mouth and the disordered breathing showed the power of the whip.

The other people's eyelids twitched when they heard the voice, although they were used to this kind of life, but every time they thought of the whip, even if they didn't have to look at it, they could think of the painful feeling of being torn apart when they were beaten for the first time.

They don't know where this is, they don't know what the outside world is like, they have been here since they were children, they eat and drink all here, and the most exciting time every day is to eat, because only when they eat can they relax a little, and only after eating will they have a little bit of free time, but even if it is only a little bit they cherish it extraordinarily.

Although there is no connection with the outside world, the good thing is that everyone comes here and learns the culture simply, although it is not much, it is enough in this place.

For as long as they can remember, they have been forced to learn the same kind of exercises, and they have to be soaked in the magma every day, and people here die almost every day, or they die in a riot of cultivation power, or they are beaten to death by the guards with whips because of their cultivation mistakes, or they are disposed of because their bodies can't keep up with the cultivation rhythm of most people, all in all, only by doing better than others here can there be hope of survival.

Although there are not a few people who die, but every day there will be new children to join in, not so much to join but to be stolen to appear more vivid, the children who have been here for a longer time are clear that the new children are all small dolls who do not remember, and even children who are waiting to be fed, these new children will first go to learn the culture, and only after they have completed their studies will they enter the step of cultivation.

There are thousands of children here, the oldest of them are eleven or twelve years old, all of whom have struggled through this torment, the youngest but have seen all the things of life and death, and the youngest is more than three years old.

It's like a purgatory, devouring the lives of these children.

A cave behind the volcano**

A man in red in uniform knelt on one knee and performed the ancient ritual, and in front of him was a man sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, also dressed in red, but the latter's red clothes looked brighter and more noble.

"Deacon Qi Wang, thirteen people died today, and seventy-eight people were seriously injured, and they may not be able to participate in tomorrow's normal cultivation. The kneeling man said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Deacon Wang in the man's mouth slowly exhaled, opened his eyes, and the essence in his eyes was fleeting: "If you can't participate, then kill it, if you can't keep up with it every day, you can't keep up with it every day, and what the national teacher wants is not waste." ”

"The subordinates understand. After saying that, the man in red turned and left.

Deacon Wang stretched out his hand to stop the man and asked, "How is that waste prince?" ”

"I've been cultivating, just like usual, there are no special circumstances, but my subordinates are also very confused that the life of that waste is really hard, and I have also instructed the following to take more care of him, and the poisonous curse that the national teacher gave to that waste is deeper than others, and..." Before the kneeling man finished speaking, he was interrupted by Deacon Wang, and waved his hand to signal the man in red to go down, the latter did close his eyes and devote himself to cultivation again, the man in red turned to leave after bowing, but there was a faint voice behind him that seemed to be talking to himself, "Waste is waste after all, even if you have the identity of a prince, there is no life for a prince." ”

Outside the cave, all the uniformed red-clad guards had disappeared.

Thousands of children are surrounding a large cauldron, grabbing a handful of vegetables from the pot and eating steamed buns indiscriminately, while their mouths are not idle, chattering with the people next to them.

At this time, a girl who had combed her hair into a ponytail was sitting on the ground, and her face was also quite beautiful on her face where dirt and blood were intertwined. Next to her was a young man, but at this time the young man was concentrating on eating the steamed buns in his hand, and he didn't see the girl's gaze that turned around at some point.

The children next to him were all taking advantage of the meal time to finish the day's words, after all, the guards would come over and train at night, and no communication was allowed during the training.

Almost no one here knew how long they would live, and it wasn't that there was no one to rebel, and a few months ago, a group of young and vigorous children rose up to resist, but after all, they were rewarded with a bloody lesson, and the deacon Wang wiped out most of them with a casual palm, and there were no bones left.

After that lesson, the survivors finally understood why ants are called ants, and the gap in strength is too big.

"Brother, can we really only wait here to die? Your strength is already the strongest among us, if you can organize these people, we can still fight those things, right?" After all, it was the girl who broke the silence between the two and looked at the boy with hopeful eyes.

The young man seemed to be accustomed to such a question from a girl, so he ate the last bite of steamed buns without hurrying, wiped his mouth after swallowing his stomach, and then turned his head to look at the latter, his eyes narrowed slightly, shook his head, and said: " It's useless, we've both experienced the previous incident, the strength of those things is far better than ours, even if everyone adds up to resist, it's just a group of ants in their eyes, and you also know that the most terrifying thing is that Deacon Wang, why did they survive last time, but he didn't face us squarely, and wiped out most of us with a casual shot, even today I can't say for sure that with my current strength, I can survive being hit in that incident. ”

With the young man's answer, the girl's eyes instantly darkened, and then lit up again in an instant: "Brother, I know, we are still too weak now, there will be a chance in the future, we will work hard to cultivate, and strive to escape from this dangerous place one day." Looking at the young man who was silently tidying up the corners of her clothes, the girl secretly muttered in her heart: It's really good to be with her brother.

As if thinking of something, the young man turned his head to the girl and said, "Tomorrow is the night of the full moon, you, are you okay?"

"Brother, I can, I feel that my strength has improved significantly recently, and this full moon night should be much easier. Brother, don't worry about me, yours is worse than ours, you get through it by yourself first, we have to go to the end together, and then overthrow the one who is here and regain freedom. The girl hurriedly replied, but the solemnity on her face was indeed getting denser, and the nightmare of everyone here must be once a month.

"Hmm. The boy didn't ask, folded his hands behind his head, and lay down backwards, closed his eyes and rested.

Is the increase in strength really useful for the poison curse, why do I feel that my poison curse is getting more and more serious with each full moon night, and it is becoming more and more difficult to control, or is it that the stronger the strength, the stronger the poison curse will become. The boy squinted and fell into deep thought, but his subconscious control of his hands into fists still did not escape the girl's perception, if the boy opened his eyes, he could see that the girl's two eyes were full of worry.

When the girl looked at the young man in a trance, her thoughts had returned to the scene when the two met.

On that day, everyone continued to repeat their daily practice, and they saw that the girl and the boy were among them. When the girl cultivated, she didn't pay attention to her breath, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of the girl's mouth, and the long whip in the guard's hand was galloping towards the girl, and it was about to hit the girl's back, and the girl was also frightened and hurriedly closed her eyes, and waited for a long time without feeling the pain before the girl opened her eyes, only to see that one end of the long whip was held by a small hand full of wounds, and there was blood flowing out of the hand at this time.

The guard looked at the owner of the little hand, obviously recognized it, and sneered, the long whip aura surged and broke free, and the fiery red aura was entangled and waved towards the young man: "You like to come out, right, heroes save beauty." The long whip ravaged the young man's body one after another, and the young man did not pay attention to the guard's words, nor did he resist, but every time the whip was whipped on his body, he would let out a muffled snort, endure, struggle and meditate, the latter also knew that his resistance would only anger the guard for no reason.

The guards were also a little tired, and the young man who looked at the cultivation didn't spur him on anymore.

The girl glanced at the young man gratefully, and she also re-cultivated, but there was also a trace of waves in her heart, if he didn't block the long whip for me, although I couldn't die, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to act for a long time, and if I couldn't keep up with the cultivation, I would be secretly dealt with by these things, I remember you who saved me, you saved my life, if you need me in the future, I am duty-bound.

The rest time passed in an instant, and when the red-clothed guards entered the cave, the children were already hurrying towards their cultivation place, there was no way, otherwise the last words of the end would probably be to beg for a whip to eat.

The girl also hurriedly withdrew from the memory, and woke up the young man lying on the ground and began to cultivate.

In this way, the time has come to the evening of the next day, and in the time of the day, some people have been eliminated, and some people have joined in, just like usual.

Watching the guards slowly withdraw, all the children were solemn, and the guards would basically stay here except when they were eating, except for one exception, which was the full moon night every month.

Every child will be secretly planted with a poison spell when they first come here, and every time the moon is full, the yin energy will gather to seduce the poison curse to attack, but fortunately, every time they suffer for two hours, the guards will send an antidote, only the one...

The mountain rain is coming, everyone is closing their eyes and holding their breath, and the tense atmosphere is all over the cave.

"Ahh A cry of pain came from a young man's body, only to see the purple tendons on his body burst out, and some wounds that had almost healed caused by the long whip instantly overflowed with blood, and then the young man seemed to lose his strength, and fell forward from the cross-seated position, but his limbs did not move.

As if a chain reaction, after the first teenager, there were one child after another who screamed in surprise, all of them fell crookedly, the sound of sorrow and pain was not noticed, and only one teenager still sat cross-legged in place, gritting his teeth and resisting the poisonous curse.