Whether it is the mess left by the Mojituo incident or the treatment of the tailed beast, everyone is full of energy, busy in their respective posts, and doing what they can.

At the same time, another island hundreds of miles away had a dry climate, long yellow sand, and a harsh environment that even the demons were unwilling to stay for a long time.

However, in such a place that should be extremely desolate and bleak, there is a special area, which is full of vitality that is not inferior to the island of doubt.

Since the beginning of the year, nearly 10,000 warriors have successively settled in the place, set up tents and built infrastructure, and there is a posture of staying here for a long time.

Don't look at them as if they are hidden in this deserted island, in fact, their names have already spread throughout Shenzhou, and they are still fermenting and heating up, becoming the focus of street conversation.

This name they share is the Heavenly Dao Party.

However, they are not all of the Heavenly Dao Party, according to their own words, they are the Third Legion of the Heavenly Dao Party.

It's noon, the sun is scorching, the visible heat wave is surging up and down in the air, and you can feel the hot temperature under your feet through the thick soles of your shoes.

The two young men shrunk back, trying to fit their entire bodies into the limited shadow of the tent behind them.

If this book has been made into a film and television work at this time, then readers, oh no, the audience will be surprised to find that these two young people with a face full of wind and sand are actually Dai Yu and Wen Dan who are fighting the iron pass!

"Dai Yu, wouldn't it be inappropriate for you to say that we just left Tieguan?" Wen Dan looked up at the hot sun above his head, and then quickly withdrew his gaze, with a faint boredom hidden in his expression.

"There's nothing wrong with it, I've already transferred all the properties of Tieguan to Wujie and those tenants, and I don't have any worries!" Dai Yu couldn't understand the "not proper" in Wen Dan's mouth.

"I didn't mean this......" Wen Dan sighed helplessly, "Look at this 'sand island' where we are, birds don't, it's so hot......"

"That's it, after all, we're not here for a vacation. The key is what we have done in the few days since we came here, either doing push-ups or running, can we really become stronger? Can we really surpass Brother Ding? Can we defeat the five divine envoys and avenge Mr. Dai and Xinlu?"

In the face of Wen Dan's complaints, Dai Yu seemed much calmer, grabbed his shoulder and shook it vigorously: "You are too impatient, Brother Ding, he is so talented, and he works so hard, ordinary people like us should start from little by little! I believe that hard work pays off, as long as we persevere, there will always be a day!"

I have to say that Dai Yu didn't learn Nanxun ninjutsu, but his eloquence has obviously improved a lot, and he said Wen Dan stunned in a few words, and even caused him to feel a strong sense of shame, and lowered his head and muttered there: "Can ...... But ......"

While he was talking, suddenly two strong men sweated profusely, carrying a bucket full of water and shaking it from a distance step by step, seeing that they shook out a lot of water without taking a step, Wen Dan only felt a throbbing pain in his heart, and hurriedly took three steps and made two steps and rushed forward: "Brother, don't waste it, I'll help you drink a few sips!"

"Are you sure, brother?" one of the men stopped and looked at Wen Dan with a wicked smile.

Because of his unilateral pause, his companion, who was still maintaining a forward posture, stepped out, and with a bang, a large piece of water from the bucket spilled again.

Seeing this, Wen Dan didn't bother to interpret the meaning behind the man's smile, and while saying that it was too wasteful, it was too wasteful, and he grabbed the edge of the bucket and buried his head in it and drank it violently.

"Poof!", a moment later, he sprayed the liquid in his mouth clean, squatted on the ground and retched, and from time to time he looked up at the two men with a few shocked looks.

"Ahaha, brother, you're new here, aren't you?" The man who spoke earlier put down the bucket and leaned back with a smile, "This is seawater, if you want to drink it, go to the beach and drink enough!"

"Hurry up, we can't afford to take that responsibility if we delay things!" the other urged impatiently.

"...... seawater?" Wen Dan looked at the two of them, his expression becoming more and more confused.

"You're curious, aren't you, come with us to have a look!" Perhaps infected by his companion, the man from before also stopped laughing, squeezed his eyes at Wen Dan, and lifted the bucket again.

Looking at their hard-working figures, Wen Dan was stunned for two seconds, then decisively waved his hand at Dai Yu and chased after him.

After passing through several rows of camp tents, as soon as they turned into a training ground for "veterans," they heard several mournful screams of weakness one after another, sounding twice and stopping for a while.

The voice was mixed with endless pain, and Dai Yu and Wen Dan were only able to hear their scalps tingling and goosebumps falling to the ground.

"Hey, Dai Yu, or ...... Shall we go back?" Wen Dan was annoyed by the voice, and gently pulled Dai Yu's clothes and retreated.

However, Dai Yu continued to follow the two of them as if he hadn't heard, until he came to two strange torture instruments.

They were two iron shelves, each with a kneeling prisoner fixed in between, unable to move anywhere but his fingers, toes, and mouth.

Above the prisoners' heads, a large iron bucket filled with seawater hung out, and a small hole was made in the bottom of the bucket. The water in the barrel slowly dripped over their heads through small holes, and each drop brought them a weak scream.

The prisoners' hair had long since fallen out, and a round hole had been smashed into the middle of their heads, revealing a milky white skull. Because of the evaporation of the seawater, a circle of salt crystals is left around the round hole, which shimmers in the sun.

Obviously, this criminal law has lasted for a long time, and in order to prevent them from dying during the execution, the torturers even deliberately hung a large bag of nutrient solution through an infusion set on their right arm to keep them alive.

"This ......" Dai Yu, who had never thought that there would be such a punishment in the world, was shocked and fell down.

And in the midst of their shock, the two men carrying the water had already poured seawater into one of the iron buckets that had reached the bottom.

"These two people belong to the earliest group of members of our Heavenly Dao Party, but unfortunately they have become traitors and have been imprisoned here for more than half a year. The man who spoke a lot gave a brief account of the situation.

"More than half a year ......" was a simple three words, but Wen Dan was shocked into a cold sweat.

But Dai Yu seemed to slowly adapt to the tragic situation in front of him, and slowly got up and nodded approvingly: "This is how you should deal with traitors, you can't be soft!"

"Those two aliens, oh no, are the two traitors dead?" Suddenly, a neutral voice sounded in the corner of the tent not far away, and by the time he could finish a sentence, he was already behind everyone.

Several people suddenly looked back and saw a middle-aged man nearly two meters tall, with an angular face and a pair of square pupils that were extremely weird.

"Commander!" As soon as the two water-carrying soldiers saw the middle-aged man, they immediately lowered their hands and bowed their heads on the spot, motionless and extremely respectful.

Commander? This person is the commander of the Third Legion of the Heavenly Dao Party, Ren Touma, and Wen Dan have long heard about his name, but they have never had the opportunity to see his true face of Lushan.

Ren Touma was already surprised by the awe of his subordinates, just nodded slightly, and walked straight in the direction of the prisoners.

And at this moment, the two prisoners also recognized Ren Touma, and suddenly their eyes were about to crack as if they had changed into a different person, their eyes were red, and they didn't know where they got the strength, and they let out an angry roar: "Old thief, we won't let you go!"

The corners of Ren Touma's mouth hooked a contemptuous smile: "It's quite powerful! Alienated people are alienated people, and their vitality is strong enough!"

"Don't get too complacent, old thief!" said one of the prisoners,-for-tat.

"Division...... Commander, the mutant pigeon of Commander Mo sent his military badge!" Ren Touma had not yet taunted the prisoner, and chased out a grassroots soldier from the direction where he came, holding a silver medal in his hand, and hurried over.

Ren Touma's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he took the silver medal handed over by the soldier.

Kill me, Iron Man Zheng Ding!

After silently reading the inscription on it, Ren Touma took the silver medal into his arms, and was secretly frightened, Mo Jituo took away his hundred elite soldiers this time to find the Doubtless Island, could it be that the whole army was wiped out? Otherwise, how could he use this way to transmit information?

Did you get a bucket of bento for the whole family? Iron man Zheng Ding, this kid is a little capable! I remember you! Ren Touma muttered silently in his heart, and a group of subordinates, including Wendan and Dai Yu, froze in place and did not make a sound, for fear of disturbing his train of thought.

"Old thief, have you been punished?" Haha!" Seeing Ren Touma's solemn expression, the two prisoners felt inexplicably happy in their hearts, as if the pain caused by water droplets had also disappeared.

"You two aliens!" Ren Touma glared at them hatefully, and turned his head and instructed the two people who were in charge of adding water, "Halve the speed of the water drops again, I want them to double their pain!"

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The characters have something to say:

Hello everyone, my name is Ao Bing, the third prince of the Dragon King of the East China Sea, a good friend of Nezha, it's been a little difficult lately:

Our surname Ao is very good, like me, after so many years, I finally got through, since the beginning of the year, the rain and snow in the East China Sea area have been under my control.

But at this juncture, there are two alienated people on the sand island who have been praying with their grievances, urging me to snow soon, saying that they have been greatly wronged, and they must go down to the snow to tell the world!

But this kind of thing like flying snow in June, which of my newly appointed little dragons dares to play casually? Back then, the Jinghe Dragon King was beheaded by Wei Zheng in a dream because he privately changed the time and amount of rainfall, but I remember it clearly!

(Snow...... Snow...... Listen, they started praying again. Hey, I can't hear you...... Inaudible......