"What's going on?" Mo Xuan groaned, his heart moving slightly, still following from afar.

These people left the "Wushan Temple", rode war beasts, and ran towards the back mountain of the "Wushan Temple".

Soon, Mo Xuan saw a huge valley in the back mountain, the valley was brightly lit, and many figures were shaking in it.

All around, you can see standing guards with swords in their hands, and this place has become heavily guarded, even exceeding the "Wushan Temple".

Mo Xuan stopped, looked around, and soon took advantage of the darkness to climb on a mountain wall, condescendingly, looking into the depths of this valley.

Soon, he saw why.

It turns out that in the back mountain of this "Wushan Temple", there is a mine, and a very precious metal ore has been unearthed, which naturally contains a mutated god metal, which can be used to create extremely high-end weapons, which are very valuable.

In recent years, it has directly cooperated with the transcendent organization "Sect Foundry", and the metal extracted from these metal ores is directly sold to the "Sect Foundry", and the "Sect Foundry" has become a long-term partner.

For this "metal mine", the "Wushan Temple" attaches great importance to it and is heavily guarded.

Mo Xuan could see from a distance that there were a lot of ragged clothes carrying huge ores.

This kind of ore containing special metals is extremely heavy, and ordinary people can't carry it at all, and the strength of these ragged people is not weak, there are eighth-order and ninth-order fighters, and even Wuhou-level powerhouses.

However, these people's shoulder bones were pierced, and two huge iron rings were locked.

This is a special torture tool specially created by the "Casting Instrument Sect", once this kind of torture instrument is worn, whether it is a warrior or a martial marquis, the imperial energy will be suppressed and completely unusable, making them become an ordinary person whose strength is far beyond ordinary people, and all gōng fǎ supernatural powers cannot be used.

It is most suitable to use such people as miners.

After Mo Xuan saw it from afar, he suspected that Ji Yan and the Nantian Sword God might have been put on torture instruments and become miners.

The Wushan Temple hated him to the core, and it was possible to send someone to hunt him down, but it didn't want him to enter the Netherworld, so it sent his anger out on Ji Yan and the Nantian Sword God.

Wuhou-level miners are hard to find, after they hit Ji Yan and Nantian Sword God hard, they may have thought of this, so they didn't kill them, but left them alive, and after recuperating from their injuries, they wore torture instruments and became miners, on the one hand, they can create profit value for the "Wushan Temple" forever, and secondly, they can torture them all the time, which is far better than killing them directly.

Mo Xuan guessed that his speculation was only afraid of ** not far from ten.

Thinking of the possibility, a terrifying light slowly floated in his eyes.

There are a lot of miners in this mining area, many of them are gray and dusty, and it is not easy to find Ji Yan and Nantian Sword God among these people.

Mo Xuan looked at them from a distance for a while, but found no trace of them.

"Did you guess wrong...... Didn't Ji Yan and the Southern Heaven Sword God be captured by the people of the Wushan Temple? Or ...... Already killed?"

Mo Xuan groaned.

Suddenly, there was a noise in the mining area.

Mo Xuan looked from afar, but saw a gray-robed man, holding an iron whip in his hand, frantically waving an iron whip at another old man who fell to the ground.

As soon as the whip went down, it brought up a piece of flesh and blood, and if it was an ordinary person, it only took a dozen lashes to die.

As a warrior or even a martial marquis, although the emperor in his body can be completely suppressed, his physique is strong and his recovery ability is amazing, this iron whip can't kill them, but it hurts uncomfortably.

Soon the old man with messy hair was beaten to the point of flesh and blood.

The old man was also angry, but he gritted his teeth and did not let out a snort.

"Remember to Lao Tzu, you are just a group of slaves here, just a group of beasts, no matter how high you used to be, how human-like you were, here, Lao Tzu is the sky, disobedient, this is the end!"

The beater, wielding a blood-stained iron whip, shouted at the oncoming group of miners.

Then, with another heavy kick, he rolled the beaten old man.

"What former monarch of a country? Here, you are not even as good as a pig or a dog, and you don't give Lao Tzu an honest way to do things?"

The old man, who had been beaten to a bloody pulp, slowly got up from the ground and went to carry the ore honestly.

Mo Xuan heard this, revealing a strange look.

This beaten old man was once the prince of a country, but he was reduced to this, and his life was not as good as that of a pig or a dog.

This made Mo Xuan secretly shake his head.

Suddenly, another scream was heard in the distance.

Then someone vaguely laughed: "Toast and don't eat and drink? No matter what status you used to have, you have to do things honestly here, and if you want to be lazy and don't do things, then you will be beaten until you are honest and willing to do things." ”

When Mo Xuan heard this, his heart moved slightly, and he looked from a distance, but because of the angle, he was blocked by a huge rock, and he only vaguely heard the scolding, but he couldn't see who he was beating.

Most of the people who were beaten were silent, and occasionally they couldn't stand it, and let out one or two screams, which were very slight, and Mo Xuan couldn't hear them clearly, but they vaguely felt familiar.

After thinking about it, Mo Xuan quietly moved the direction on the cliff, bypassing the huge rock that blocked the view from a distance, and finally saw what was happening behind the giant rock clearly.

Two huge iron pillars were inserted in the boulder, and two people were hanging from the iron pillars, and their bodies were already beaten to a bloody blur.

The two of them were pierced through the bloody hole like the shoulder well bones, and they were wearing torture instruments inside, because they were new wounds, and the torture tools locked the bloody shoulder well bones, and the pain was severe.

The two men were wielding iron whips, constantly pumping at the two men.

Mo Xuan looked at the two people who were beaten to a bloody blur from afar, and a trace of strange feelings appeared on his face, and then a terrifying light flashed.

These two people who were tortured to the point of not being chéng rén were none other than Ji Yan and the Southern Heaven Sword God.

It turned out that they had just been drilled into the shoulder well bone on the torture instrument not long ago, although they lost their imperial power, but they have been resisting, unwilling to be a cow and a horse here, and as a result, they were hung here, and they have been tortured for the past few days, and now there is not even a piece of better skin and flesh all over the body.

Finally discovering Ji Yan and the Nantian Sword God, Mo Xuan took advantage of the darkness and quickly climbed on the cliff, getting closer, and the Jiufang Mu Ding in his arms flew out, shooting like a marble.

The nine-square mother tripod the size of marbles shot into the group of miners.

He didn't directly go to save Ji Yan and the Nantian Sword God, but flew towards the prince of a certain country who had just been beaten to a bloody pulp.

There was a crisp thud, and the marble-like mother struck one of the ring-shaped torture instruments on his shoulder.

The power of this mother tripod is so terrifying, especially after it becomes smaller, the penetration power is even more amazing, and the power explodes in an instant, breaking this torture instrument, and then flying to another torture instrument, shaking the two torture instruments apart.

The incident happened suddenly, and the other guards had not yet reacted, and the prince, who had the torture instrument broken on his shoulder, was stunned and came back to his senses, and hurriedly threw away a piece of metal ore in his hand, and gritted his teeth to remove the torture instrument that was broken on his shoulder.

Taking off the torture instrument, the Emperor Energy that was crushed in his body roared, and he instantly regained the power of Wuhou that he once had.

The marble-like mother tripod continued to fly in this group of miners, and the crisp sound of "Zheng Zheng Zheng" was endless, and the torture instruments worn by one miner after another were broken, and these miners began to regain their strength.