On this day, Fu Tu Wei, as usual, sat on the mountain rocks, pulling the alien mountain power full of blood and demonic thoughts in the earth to refine. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

His speed is not fast, and he can only refine dozens of strands in a day.

With this kind of cultivation speed, if you don't rely on external forces, you won't even be able to break through the First Realm for more than a hundred years.

Noon.

The young man raised his hand, grabbed the ground, and started with a black stone on the ground, and at the same time, a different mountain force was drawn out of the leyline, through the soles of his feet, flowing through his body, and then penetrating into the black stone.

The palm-sized black stone powder flew one after another, and after a stick of incense, the black stone became crystal clear and transparent, without a trace of variegation.

"It's fast—"

Looking at the thumb-sized mountain stone in his hand, the young man was surprised, in the mountain realm, the extraction of mountain stones is not so easy.

And the spiritual realm monk can only quench the medium-grade mountain stone, but here, the young man relied on himself to quench a thumb-sized mountain stone in a stick of incense, and it is a high-grade mountain, and no one will believe it when he says it.

Even the desperate situation is no exception, because here, only those powerful beings who have fused the mysteries can quench the high-grade mountain stones.

"Ten mountain stones of this size can be made into one, with my current cultivation, in addition to cultivation, I can only quench more than twenty pieces at most, that is, two high-grade mountain stones, which are equivalent to two hundred low-grade and twenty medium-grade ones. ”

"Within a month here, the monks of the Mountain Swallowing Realm will hand over three hundred medium-grade mountain stones. And according to what Sun Lao said, swallowing mountains here, in the middle of January, he can only quench more than 300 medium-grade mountain stones with all his might, this Bai family is really ruthless, and the remaining mountain stones cannot make the monks here break through the realm at all, at most they can only go further in the same realm.

There is no worry about the realm here, but after shaking the mountain, it is difficult, and there are not many people in the mountain swallowing realm, and the strongest few bigwigs are only consummating the mountain swallowing realm.

Back then, there was a big guy who tried to break through the sixth realm, and he saved countless mountains and stones, but when he broke through the realm, he encountered an external demon devouring soul, and finally died!"

Slaves are endless, countless sinners are banished here every year, and over the years, the descendants of sinners have spread all over the world.

It's just that some of them have become masters, and some of them are slaves.

Fu Tuwei's thoughts were restrained, and with a grip of his right hand, the thumb-sized mountain stone shattered, and the essence of the mountain power gushed out, all poured into his body.

The young man closed his eyes slightly, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, the effect was good, no wonder those guys were able to break through the realm after being exploited.

However, even so, Fu Tuwei went all out to refine the mountain power, and if he wanted to gather the mountain power to break through the realm, he should not be delusional for ten years.

As for the other condition for breaking the realm, it is necessary to have one's own will! Breaking the mountain and cultivating the edge, shaking the mountain into a general trend, swallowing the mountain and cultivating the body, and reciting the mountain to cultivate my will.

Zheng!

A sword sound came from Fu Tu Wei's body, and the sword intent flashed away, and no one noticed.

"Ten years, too long. ”

The boy whispered, he was separated from it again, he wanted to find it, now it was only him, he couldn't let it be lonely anymore, the desperate situation was too dangerous, he didn't worry about it, it was so small, and the memory stopped back then.

"It's time to leave, but Elder Sun-"

Thinking of the old man, the young man was a little hesitant, he sighed, the contract in his body was fine, which meant that the little guy had not yet encountered danger, Sun Lao had not lived long, and he did not want to let him leave this world alone.

"Wait. ”

Fu Tu Wei sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and practiced again, and now he wants to rebuild the two realms of seeking mountains and backing mountains!

......

At night, the dark curtain was shrouded, the abyss was covered by layers of fog, and in the waste stone field, the old man sat next to Futu Wei, silent.

His hand touched the stone, he thought, he struggled.

The young man didn't open his eyes, he was still immersed in cultivation, and he forgot about things.

The old man's fingers paused, and he looked up, and outside the waste stone field, there were three figures, strolling over.

"Old Sun, don't come unharmed!" the man on the left spoke, his voice a little respectful.

"Old Sun!" The man in the middle clenched his fists, while the man on the right stood in front of the old man with an indifferent face and did not say a word.

"Xunfeng, have you really decided?" the old man said, his voice complicated.

"Hmm. The man in the middle nodded, his face solemn. This decision is not ordinary.

"Ye Nan, Mu Tian, you too?"

The man on the left nodded, he was Ye Nan, and Mu Tian was still indifferent, he looked at Fu Tuwei's gaze as if he were looking at a dead person.

"Do you know that if you fail, 100,000 people will die!" the old man looked pained.

"Death is death, and now it is better to live than to die. "Xunfeng became indifferent.

"But where can we go without this? Where is the place where we can rest in such a desperate situation?"

"The Yu family is willing to accept us. "Finding the Wind Path.

"What is the cost?

Xunfeng said solemnly: "Fifty percent of the mountain stones!"

The old man asked, "If you flee, when and where is it safe?"

"Jade City Territory!"

"Heh, 100,000 miles, a month, can you get there?" said the old man, looking at the three of them indifferently, and said, "Or, only you can get there?"

Xunfeng looked painful, it would be a bloody road, maybe as the old man said, only they could reach it, they swallowed the mountain.

But generations of slaves.

What should they do?

Dozens of generations of slaves can't erase their yearning for freedom, and the monk's cultivation is to break free from the shackles, but now they have become slaves, how can they talk about freedom?

What do they have to do with the sins of their predecessors, and why are they destined to be slaves from birth?

At that time, the mine was just a big pit, but now it is an abyss, an abyss with no way out.

This is all dug out by their ancestors, hand by hand, and every inch of heaven and earth here is sprinkled with the blood of their ancestors.

"Free!"

The man on the right spoke for the first time, his indifferent face was full of madness at the moment, and he said loudly: "We want to break free from the shackles and regain freedom, we are human beings, the same people as the Bai family, not slaves." ”

"When have you ever seen Swallow Mountain live to be a hundred years old? When we break through the mountain, we have to hand over the rocks, oh, the endless demand, so that we have to support our lives, otherwise we will be wiped out. Every month, the mountains and rocks have to be handed in, and in order to achieve the three of us, the old guys are crazy, and after only forty years, they are only in their sixties, and they are going to die.

Just like you!

This kind of thing, repeated again and again, is so that we can have the ability to lead the whole people to freedom. This road is a bloody road, and there will be people who will die, but no one will regret it!"

The three of them left, the old man's wrinkled face and tears, he had experienced it once, but failed, and those leaders died miserably.

A million slaves, of which only a little more than 100,000 remain.

Now, seventy years later, they have made another choice.

"Freedom?"

The old man looked up, and the night was too dark to see the light at all.

"Actually, I also yearn for freedom—"