At the foot of the mountain, there are more than a dozen caves that connect to the interior of this huge mountain, and many Terran slaves enter the spiritual veins through these caves to mine.

In addition to the people in charge of mining, there are naturally also slaves who are responsible for carrying some useless gravel out of the spirit veins.

These Terran slaves, each of them carried a huge basket behind their backs, and the basket was full of gravel, as these Terran slaves who were not even as good as pigs and dogs, it was naturally impossible for the barbarians to provide them with a space ring.

And these gravels were excavated in the process of mining spiritual veins, and every day, these numerous Terran slaves had to carry out a large number of gravels.

Those who have cultivated are fine, but those who have not cultivated are extremely difficult to carry these baskets, and on the faces of these caves, a man with a strong body is satisfied, holding a leather whip, constantly forcing many Terran slaves to go faster.

But anyone who is a little slow to move, don't say a word, just go up with a whip.

The Terran slaves who were killed alive by these barbarians are not a few here, almost every day, no, not far from the shack area where the Terran slaves live, there is a mass grave, which is densely packed with graves.

These people were all beaten to death by the barbarians, or starved to death.

Never, and there is no need to care about the physical condition of these human slaves, and they do not care about their life and death, because in the eyes of the barbarians, these human slaves are the poorest things in the world, and they are worthless at all.

If you're dead, you're dead, and it's a big deal to go around and catch some back, anyway, what do the Terrans dare to say? Even some big families took the initiative to send batches of slaves when they heard that the barbarians needed slaves.

It is precisely because of the inexhaustible supply of Terran slaves that the barbarians do not have the slightest mercy at all.

"Go faster, you old thing, you have to carry fifty times today, and now you have only carried five lies, I tell you, you can't finish it, today is your death date." A barbarian, armed with a leather whip, kept whipping an old man of the Terran who had no cultivation.

The old man was not young anymore, although he was not yet full of gray hair, but the wrinkles on his face already showed that he was no longer young.

Such an old man, but the daily work tasks are very heavy, and he really can't carry it, but the barbarians don't care about it at all, as if they want to beat him to death.

Lying on the ground weakly, the leather whip kept pumping on the old man's back, and the gravel in the back basket was scattered on the ground, and he was beaten mercilessly, and the old man seemed to have no strength to scream.

Not only is the daily work heavy, but the food can almost be said to be none, and even if there is, it is almost no different from pig food, but this is it, no one can get a bowl.

Without enough food and having to complete that incomparably heavy work every day, you can imagine how much damage this will cause to a person who has not cultivated.

Looking at the old man's appearance, it should be difficult to stand up anymore, seeing this, the killing intent in the barbarian's eyes flashed away, and then he raised his arm high, whipped it down fiercely, and shouted coldly in his mouth.

"Old fellow, what's the use of leaving you, go and die."

The old guy can already be said to be running out of oil, and there is no labor, so it is naturally waste, and for waste, the barbarian's method is very simple, that is, kill.

I wanted to whip the old man to death, but at the last moment, the whip was grabbed in his hand.

The person who appeared was also a Terran slave, but he was very young, and although his body was thin, he was relatively healthy, and, judging from the breath on his body, this young man actually had the cultivation of the heavenly and human realm, and his cultivation strength was naturally greater than that of ordinary people.

The young man appeared and saved the old man, and when he saw this, the barbarian shouted coldly, "You are looking for death? ”

In the face of the barbarians' cold drink, the young man was unmoved, but the other human slaves on the side persuaded one by one with nervous laughter, "Chen Zhong, forget it, forget it, don't do this, you will be killed." ”

The young man's name is Chen Zhong, who was caught here as a slave three years ago, because of his self-cultivation, coupled with his loyalty and honesty, and his heart is also good on weekdays, so he is very prestigious among everyone.

At this time, Chen Zhong stood up for the sake of this old man, and many of the Terran slaves around him whispered to comfort him.

Resisting the barbarians here, there is absolutely no good result, but for everyone's persuasion, Chen Zhong completely ignored it, and a pair of tiger eyes still stared at the barbarian.

Completely angered by Chen Zhong's attitude, the barbarian immediately shouted angrily, "You want to die, I will fulfill you." ”

As he spoke, he sent out a signal, and soon, three barbarian guards rushed over, a total of four barbarians, and firmly surrounded Chen Zhong.

In fact, in the past three years, Chen Zhong should have been accustomed to this kind of life, but recently, Chen Zhong once inadvertently heard about the Holy Palace from the small talk of two barbarian guards.

Hearing that the Terrans also have their own Sub-Saint Sect, Chen Zhong was in a mood at that time, not to mention how excited he was, he knew very well that the reason why the Terran here would fall to such a point, to put it bluntly, was because the strength of the Terran was weak, but now, the Terran also had its own Sub-Saint Sect, so was there hope for himself and others, the more than 100,000 slaves of the Terran here?

Suddenly there was hope, Chen Zhong had been fantasizing for the past few days that one day, the people of the Holy Palace would descend here and leave these barbarian tribes, so that the more than 100,000 people here could return to their hometowns.

It was precisely because of such hope in his heart that he was besieged in the middle by four barbarian guards at this time, and Chen Zhong shouted with hatred in his eyes.

"Do you brutes think you can be happy for much longer? The Holy Palace of our Terran Race has been established, and it won't be long before the Holy Palace will definitely come here. ”

The Holy Palace was Chen Zhong's hope, but hearing his words, the previous guard sneered and said, "Holy Palace, let's talk about it when you live to that day." ”

The establishment of the Holy Palace, these barbarian guards naturally know about it, but in their opinion, the Holy Palace is too far away from them, they are just small people at the bottom, and it is destined to have no contact with the Holy Palace, and these things are still left to the big people of the Liwang Sect to worry about.

Anyway, they just had to obey the order, and if Li Wangzong didn't announce the evacuation of this place for a day, they wouldn't have to worry about anything for a day.

Saying that, the barbarian guard threw out a punch and went straight to Chen Zhong, and just when everyone thought that Chen Zhong was definitely going to die, what was inexplicable was that the barbarian guard who took the initiative actually flew out directly without warning.

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