Lian Shan had only woken up the night of Yin Li's arrival in the city, and for the previous three days, he had been locked up in solitary confinement while being fed some drugs to prolong his coma.

Just like the ten-day drunkenness that Tang Xiaozhi used on Rong Yu back then, this medicine can make people sleepy for many days, but for cultivators, it has little effect.

The reason is very simple, the practitioner has spiritual power in his body, and the spiritual power can wrap these drugs and force them out of the body, or directly dissolve them.

In the past, Lin Si, he could drink such a medicine directly as water, and for the destruction of SCP, this medicine would not have an effect at all. And the current Lianshan, although it still has the strength above the extreme realm, has a major flaw, that is, it has no spiritual power.

His body is extremely powerful, but if he doesn't cultivate, he will still be an ordinary person after all.

What's more, the amount of medicine fed to him by the two Breaking Realms was enough to make the three elephants sleep for seven days and seven nights.

They are cautious, they know that this person can't really be treated as a normal person. Once they wake up, they may be a great threat.

Putting him in handcuffs and shackles from other slaves is a joke. With his strength, he might be able to easily tear apart the heavy iron that many low-level cultivators couldn't handle.

Until you really find a way to restrain him, it's better to let him fall asleep.

And the moment Lianshan woke up, they felt more and more that their decision was extremely correct.

This person woke up earlier than they imagined, but fortunately, now he can't escape.

Around his neck, he wore a silver ring that was an inch wide and had several holes on the outside. The ring was clinging to his flesh, making him unusually uncomfortable.

"I don't care if I'm really dumb or not, if I can understand what we say. The middle-aged Realm Breaking Monk before looked coldly at him sitting on the ground: "You are wearing a beast ring around your neck, which was originally used to imprison demonic beasts.

As soon as you get out of our ten miles, or tear it hard, it will cut your head off. ”

The man's eyes in front of him remained unchanged, and he still just looked at him indifferently, as if he didn't understand what he was saying at all.

This kind of gaze made the two Realm Breaking Monks extremely uncomfortable.

There was no fear, no madness, just watching them quietly, like a dead man. On the island that day, he looked at the same thing when he killed.

Because he had killed too many people, during the day today, they had to use spirit stones to gag the mouths of the families behind those people.

This made them almost lose all their money on this trip, and this business is really getting worse and worse. Now their only hope is pinned on the man in front of them.

Not surprisingly, he was able to bring them more spirit stones.

They soon led him to a dark stone house, where they themselves placed the same mark on the back of his hand as the ordinary people who had done it before.

Even though his body is extremely strong, being directly branded by a red-hot soldering iron like this will still inevitably open his skin and flesh, and the blood will not stop.

But during the whole process, he was still indifferent, as if the hand didn't feel at all.

Such a performance made the two realm-breaking monks secretly frightened, and at the same time, they couldn't help but nod secretly. The more he is like this, the more he can fight.

After all, injuries are inevitable in battle, and injuries will inevitably affect performance, and pain enduring is actually a part of combat effectiveness, even a very important part.

And what they need is his combat effectiveness.

The physical pain was nothing to him, and the suffering and torture that Feng Qin had endured in order to train him to become a qualified assassin king was much greater than that.

But what he thinks in his heart, maybe only he knows.

He was soon sent into a dungeon sealed off by iron plates, where he met many 'companions' in a dark, damp, foul-smelling place.

He didn't know these people, but these people who were locked up in cages were all slaves who had the so-called 'slave mark' on the back of their hands like him.

They were all caught here, he knew it well.

In fact, however, he still doesn't know exactly where it is. His understanding of the Cangluo Continent was still inferior to Yin Li after all, not to mention that he didn't know that he had left the Cangluo Continent all the way north before he ended up on that small island.

For these things that he couldn't figure out, he quickly left it behind.

He knows that what he needs most now is strength, and when he doesn't have strength, whether he shouts, cries or gets angry, it's just to make people laugh. Feng Qin has taught him this countless times.

He was taken into a cage that was barely two feet in size, and the cage was already crowded with six slaves.

And that's it, the top layer of this cage is only as high as a normal person's neck. He was already quite tall, and after bending down to enter here, he could only sit down.

The two Realm Breakers locked him inside, and then threatened him fiercely, and then gradually left.

At this time, he was already sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, and once again tried the cultivation that had made no progress before.

If the two Realm Breakers were right, then he was indeed temporarily unable to escape, but he would not despair.

As long as there is the slightest opportunity, he will not let it go.

He quickly entered a certain state of cultivation, completely forgetting that there were actually six other people around him.

He had no interest in these people, so it was naturally impossible for him to think of talking to them, let alone have any sympathy for them.

Bang!

His head was suddenly smashed by someone, this punch, with his strength, could actually be easily avoided, but he knew that this punch would not cause any harm to him at all, and he was too lazy to interrupt his cultivation.

"Boy, this is not the place for you to sit!"

Could it be that he encountered the so-called prison bullying? He didn't speak out, and the provocation of these people made him feel anything.

He didn't feel anything about this kind of thing at all, let alone feel anything.

For example, these people are already slaves, but they still don't forget to establish a new 'class' here.

"Boy, get out of the way and get on your knees!" he was hit in the waist again.

The six people in the prison bent down and stood up and surrounded him.

"Is this guy deaf? Damn!" he said, the man in front of him lifted his foot again and kicked him in the face.

He finally opened his eyes, and a moment later, the cage he was in was silent.

There are many cages in this huge prison, but there is only one oil lamp, and it seems that it is always in the dark.

This night's cultivation was still fruitless, but there was no disappointment on his face, and he was already prepared for this kind of result.

He firmly believed that one day he would become a cultivator again.

It wasn't until there was a sound from above that the cell, which had been quiet, came alive again.

He heard the sound of staggering footsteps coming from within the nearby cage, followed by a commotion, as if there were many people grabbing something.

He guessed that he didn't do it, it was someone who brought them 'breakfast'.

Inside each cage, there is a stone trough, and every day someone carries a large bucket of so-called food and pours a few spoonfuls into each stone trough.

The number of people in each cage varies, some are three or four, some are about a dozen, and in the end, it is up to them who can eat it.

These foods exude a strong rancid smell, and it can be said that even pigs and dogs will dislike them, but now they are being coaxed and snatched by these slaves as treasures.

There is no way, if you don't eat, then you will only be hungry for the day.

And they will soon be kicked out to work, and if they don't have the strength, they will only be greeted with whips.

Even the stone trough of the cage where the mountain was located was quickly poured into a mixture of soup and rotten leaves.

He sat cross-legged in front of the stone trough, and though he was still four feet away, he could already smell the stench and see a few small struggling insects floating on the soup.

Maybe they are the 'aborigines' in this stone trough, right?

He quickly entered the state of eating, did not have any dishes and chopsticks, and directly picked them up with both hands and stuffed them into his mouth. He didn't eat fast but not slowly, unlike other cage scrambles, he was the only one here who ate quietly, and no one grabbed with him.

His movements were not very elegant, but they gave people a very formal feel, and if he were in the middle of a banquet in some wealthy family or court, he would not be able to find fault with such a demeanor in the slightest.

If you don't look at what the food is.

He needs to eat, he needs to replenish his strength, so that he can have a chance to turn over, it's as simple as that. As for what the food was, he didn't have the heart to think about it. When he was training in Shifang Tower, he had eaten even worse things, and all this was nothing in front of him.

It took less than half an hour to eat.

Then a dozen monks who had cultivated to the first realm and the voyeur realm broke in, armed with whips and clubs, and they opened the cages and drove the slaves out.

These slaves, of course, they don't keep them for nothing, they have to work.

Some people will be driven to the fields, some to the mines, some to certain workshops......

As for what kind of wages, of course, there will be no one.

Here, as an ordinary person, it is the original sin, the reason for all the bullying. This kind of thing has been going on for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, and they have been accustomed to it since they were born, as if it was their fate.

In this environment, it is difficult for ordinary people to maintain any good state, there will always be people who are slow to get up, and there will always be people who do not walk fast enough.

So, the whipping and the crying were heard for a while.

He turned a deaf ear to this, and at this time he had just finished eating the last 'food', so he closed his eyes again and entered the cultivation state.

But then, his brief calm was shattered.

His cage was opened, and a young Beginner Monk barged in with a whip and cursed, and then slashed his head and face at the six people lying motionless on the ground.

If you can't get up to work when you fall asleep, the end will be extremely miserable.

A moment later, the cage resounded with the screams of the Primordial Monk's terrible horror.