"Let's go!"

In the early morning, a thunderclap sounded in the Niwa mines, and the hollow-eyed miners shuffled one after another, the heavy shackles under their feet thicker than their skinny arms. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sound of metal rubbing against the rocks came and went, and the miners walked slowly, heading towards their respective digging holes, starting a day's heavy labor.

If someone is aware of everything, they will be able to find that in the team of hundreds of people, there is a different figure, his expression is not wooden, but his eyes are very bright, and he has not been weakened by years of labor.

"It's ...... third year"

Sixteen-year-old Xiang Yan looked up at the moon that had not yet receded, and silently counted the days of slavery in his heart.

In the past three years, his life has been extremely miserable, digging day and night, his body is tired, his food is extremely inferior and cold, and he is even hungry for two out of three meals, and it is difficult to guarantee even a minimum of sleep.

"Someday, I'll be able to escape......"

He slowly glanced at the Blood Tiger guards lined up outside the field, and although he realized that there was little hope of escape, he still insisted on encouraging himself every day.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, a leather whip whipped viciously, the flesh cracked, dark red blood beads penetrated, the old scar on Xiang Yan's back had not yet scabbed, and a new blood mark was added, and the rough linen shirt had already broken and ragged, and there were dark red blood stains everywhere.

Every day is like this, under the severe pain of old injuries and new wounds, to complete the hard work of the day.

"Don't be sluggish, Lao Tzu still has to go to sleep!" The fierce Blood Tiger Warrior had a hideous face, cursed in his mouth, and couldn't help but yawn, and then whipped down a few heavy whips.

Xiang Yan gritted his teeth secretly, scarlet blood oozed from his chapped lips, and his body trembled, not because of pain, but because of anger.

In the past few days, his life has been particularly sad, he was deliberately made difficult by the tiger guards on duty, and he only ate two or three meals, all of which were half-full, and some of them were moldy and rotten.

The Blood Tiger Guards guarding the ancient mines are boring all year round, often cruel and bullying the miners for fun, and their mentality has long been distorted, in the eyes of these beasts, the miners are just playthings, far less precious than the mined ores.

Every day, many mine slaves fall and die on this short journey of hundreds of meters, under the whip of the Devil's Guard.

"As long as I don't die, one day I will be able to escape and be reincarnated as a human being!" is the belief that Xiang Yan insists.

Death may not be terrible, but what is terrible is knowing that you will die, but you have to count the days and approach death day by day.

Before the soul died, many of the miners had already had a nervous breakdown, and only the crippled consciousness remained in the flesh shell, like walking corpses, relying on instinct to continue to work until it was completely destroyed.

The difference is that Xiang Yan always remained conscious, did not spend time in a trance in the suffering, was sad, and waited for the end of his life in a daze.

Even though there was no hope of escape, and he suffered unimaginable torture and hardship day and night, he faced everything positively, worked hard, and worked hard to survive.

Soon, Xiang Yan arrived at his own mine, stepped into the depths, and began a new day's struggle to survive!

His cave is not quite like the others, and after years of mining, it has penetrated deep into the belly of the mountain, and it has to wind a lot.

The cave is not spacious, but it is filled with extremely rich fire-based spiritual power, but the mine slave is imprisoned by the shackles made of Yuan Ying Stone, even if he still retains his cultivation, the seed of martial arts is not broken, and he cannot operate the tendons and veins and acupoints to communicate the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

What's even more terrifying is that there is also a flame poison in the ancient mine that even martial arts practitioners are afraid of.

If it is invaded all year round, the life essence in the body will be increasingly depleted, and many men who were originally alive and strong like cattle will be exhausted in just two years, and their vitality will be exhausted like a body with dry bones.

Even the Blood Tiger guards rarely enter and exit the mines, and unless they have to, they will wear special protective armor to enter and exit quickly, and will never stay for long.

However, after three years as a slave, Xiang Yan not only survived amazingly, but his sanity was not damaged, although he is now skinny and weak, he is far from showing signs of decay, which is incredible.

However, his body was also devastated inhumanely. Before he became a slave, he was much stronger than his peers, and even a few years older than him.

In the past three years, I have eaten leftovers every day, and my body has not only not grown, but also shrunk, and it has become several times smaller than before.

"I was born with the qualities of a saint, but when I was most proud, I was deprived of my martial arts foundation and lost my aura. Xiang Yan poured out his heart and expressed the scars in his heart.

This is how he keeps his mind awake, and every time the pickaxe falls, he wakes up and motivates himself so that he doesn't become like everyone else.

Even in addition to mining, he will squat in the cave, practice the basic body method, silently read the ancient scriptures, and maintain the inertia of martial arts practice.

"Dead wood can be spring, and the martial arts talent I have lost will definitely be reborn!" Xiang Yan's thin face was full of stoicism, with the perseverance to not give in in the face of adversity.

He once had an extraordinary posture, a collection of thousands of praises and favors, and after being plotted by others, he fell into the mortal dust, the light faded, and he saw the ugliness of the world, and the world was hot and cold.

fell off the altar and his status plummeted, but the arrogance of the past is still there, and the pressure under the gap is far greater than that of mediocre people who are unwilling to sink but have never been noticed.

He has an iron will, and he has never given up on himself, but he is unwilling to be so lonely.

In order to regain the dignity of yesterday, he continued to struggle in sorrow and hardship, and endured to survive on the verge of death.

Living in the world, just to find the old glory.

"Dangdang ......"

In the mine, the iron pickaxe in Xiang Yan's hand fell again and again, and the rhythmic sonorous sound and echo were intertwined, like a double accompaniment.

"The deeper you go, the richer the veins become......"

He sighed softly, today's progress is good, but half a day's hard work has made a lot of gains, it seems that he can get out of the mine early, and the ore is enough for a luxurious meal.

In the ore bucket, Yangyan spar is the main ore output, the whole body is red like blood, the luster is crystal clear, very eye-catching, as if it contains the brilliance of life.

Aside from the sporadic torches, these ores are the main source of light.

Xiang Yan stopped, staring at these red and brilliant spars, he reverie more than once, if he could take off the shackles and practice with the power of the inner fire spirit contained in the ancient mine, what kind of situation would he enter?

However, the Yuan Immortal Stone was so strong that it could not be broken by brute force at all, which made his hope of escape even slimmer.

"Boom!"

In a fit of rage, the pickaxe fell again, and the mine wall in front of it suddenly collapsed neatly, as if opening a strange portal, and what came into view was a dilapidated corridor that crossed and crisscrossed horizontally, like a lost ancient maze that had existed for a long time.

Xiang Yan raised his eyes and looked around, stunned and dazed.

Although these corridors are narrow and low, they appear to be oppressive, but the walls are flat, and the ground is paved with green bricks, as if they were carefully built, and they are by no means abandoned mines.

There was a dim light in the corridor, and everywhere the eye could see, it was actually clouds and mist, and the ethereal and strange image made people's hearts slightly hairy.

Driven by curiosity, he slowly walked into the corridor, turning nine and eighteen turns, tossing and turning.

As if you are really in a real and illusory doubtful array, the complicated road has been changing, and every time you pass an intersection, the road behind you will be like a tree, unrecognizable.

He soon fell into it, like a lost lamb, with no end in sight and no way back.

Silently, the clouds and mist became thicker, and the dim corridor was shrouded in a strange blood-red color, and even the dark stone walls were as if they were surging blood, a scarlet.

Xiang Yan frowned, his current experience was very abnormal, although it was ridiculous, but he had to admit that he always felt that he was wandering in the belly of a stone giant.

When he was a child, he had heard the legend told by his father that in the primordial years ago, there was a group of ancient beings born from heaven and earth, as large as a mountain, who guarded the order of the world and ruled the laws of all things.

After a battle to destroy the world, the giants disappeared, but their legends have been passed down, and there are even many hermit clans who have spared no effort to find the giants' relics.

The legend of the giant in his memory made him extra cautious now.

The road is always quiet, and there is no sense of shaking the ground because of the changes of the intersection, but the stone wall is more and more red, like a red-hot soldering iron, and the red clouds are more hazy.

In front of the corridor, Xiang Yan noticed that the strange mist was rising, and it seemed to have a source.

So, his pace quickened, regardless of the path that had already been unrecognizable, and insisted on pursuing the direction of the clouds and mist, looking for the source of the strange.

After a while, he came to a desperate crossing.

Unlike the shuttle road, strictly speaking, this unique road is not a passage, but more like a deep palace.

The road is low, but this road is not ordinary high and wide, it can be dozens of hundreds of meters high, more than ten meters wide on the left and right, and there is a cliff at a depth of hundreds of meters.

Several dry bones lay across the entrance of the hall, and a faint soul fire swayed in the sky, as if it would be extinguished at any time.

He was terrified in his heart, the clothes on the dry bones had long been eroded, and not far away, there was a half-meter sword with a broken blade and mottled rust, lying quietly aside, silently.

Xiang Yan was curious, and was about to get close to the cluster of soul fire, when suddenly the light in the corridor was flourishing, and the surrounding stone walls seemed to be bathed in fire, and the strange blood color glowed with a strange bright red luster, disillusioned.

"If you succeed, you will trace the road for three thousand, and if you fail, you will be dusty for a hundred years!"

A rumbling sound came, Xiang Yan was shocked, and he looked left and right for some reason, he thought it was an illusion, but he didn't care.

Then, the momentum of the soul fire that flickered like a broken candle skyrocketed, becoming brighter and more dazzling, and it suddenly shattered in the extreme realm, turning into three thousand scattered rains, all of which submerged into Xiang Yan's body, leaving only rippling sparkling waves, seeping into the blood-colored stone walls in the hall.

Xiang Yan felt a sense of comfort in his body, a slight feeling of soreness and numbness, and soon returned to normal.

"Click!

He stood beside the dry bones, still savoring the strange feeling of Fang Cai, when suddenly two crisp sounds of metal cracking.

As far as the eye could see, the heavy Yuan Ying stone shackles under his feet were breaking inch by inch, and with just a slight knock, the shackles shattered into a pile of stone chips.

"God help me!"

Xiang Yan's eyes were bright, and he suddenly cheered in the corridor, and it was difficult to calm down his inner fluctuations.

However, everything strange around him calmed him down, and he stared into the depths of the temple, knowing that things were not so simple.

So, he carefully built a grave with rubble on the spot, buried the dry bones, and let these nameless people rest in peace.