When he saw someone falling, the old slave soldier Nu Chundong would approach them and crouch down to check their bodies.

However, it does not appear that the purpose of this visit is to confirm his life or death.

Nu Chundong stretched out his hand, but instead of testing their mouths and noses to see if they were still breathing, he reached into the pockets of the slave uniforms of these fallen people.

Then he took out the spirit jades one by one, intact.

After scavenging the spirit jade of the dead on the ground, he turned his gaze to the people who were climbing the rock wall at this time.

Goshawk-like eyes scrutinize everyone, looking for the next prey that is about to run out.

Suddenly, the figure of Nu Chundong, who was inspecting the condition of the rock wall, flashed and went straight to the bottom of the rock wall.

At this moment, he fell from above and let out a scream.

It turned out to be a new slave soldier who had climbed unsteadily and fell down with the boulder.

The man is below, and the boulder is above.

If you land like this, you don't need to think about it to know that the scene will be quite tragic!

When the man and the stone fell, Nu Chundong rushed down in time.

Hearing only a "bang", the person fell from the front of Nu Chundong's face to his feet.

Nu Chundong raised his hand, but held up the boulder that was about to fall down.

Although Nu Chundong didn't pick up anyone, the guy who fell to the ground was quite tough and was not killed.

He was already desperate at the moment he fell, thinking that this time he would either be killed by a fall or crushed to death by a boulder.

Unexpectedly, at this moment of crisis, Nu Chundong's figure rushed over and helped him hold the boulder that was about to die.

Although it hurt a lot to be fallen, the man still endured the pain and squeezed out a grateful smile to Nu Chundong.

"Thank you...... Thank you for your help......"

Nu Chundong, who was holding the boulder, looked down at him, but his brows furrowed. Then he lifted one foot and stomped on that grateful smile.

With a wave of his hand to throw away the boulder, Nu Chundong leaned down and took out the spiritual jade from the pocket of the new slave soldier's uniform that was trampled to death by himself.

Taking the spirit jade in front of his eyes and looking at it, Nu Chundong smiled and said to himself, "It's okay, it's not broken." ”

Putting away the spirit jade, Nu Chundong raised his head and continued to look at the rock wall to find the next prey.

......

Nu Chundong's act of collecting the spirit jade of the dead was seen by Nu Thirteen halfway up the cliff.

He thought to himself, "It seems that there is a surplus of spirit jade! I will have to find a way to ask for one later......

Thinking about it, Slave Thirteen grabbed the boulder with one hand, and used the other hand and feet together, like a nimble ape, to climb to the top of the mountain.

In the process of flying and climbing, the golden cyclone at his dantian swirled, continuously conveying power to the bones and muscles of his whole body.

Nu Thirteen carried a thousand catties of boulders and walked on the stone cliff like flying, but he didn't feel the slightest tiredness.

In addition to the thirteen slaves who became more and more courageous, there were more than two dozen other people, who were also in a good mental state, and did not look tired at all.

The cultivation of these people has already entered the first layer of the Naling realm. Although there are high and low cultivation qualifications, it is more than enough to complete this task at this time.

It was only now that everyone understood that the real purpose of this trial was actually to screen out those who did not have the main cultivation spiritual root!

If there is no assistance and nourishment of the spiritual energy of the Naling realm, it will never be possible to do it with the power of the mortal body alone, and it will not be able to complete this task.

......

Two hours later, Slave Thirteen passed the trial, and he stood on the grass behind the four old slave soldiers with twenty-seven men, waiting for those who did not come to assemble within the allotted time.

Soon after, more than 30 people came with boulders.

Nu Chundong ordered three yellow-clothed slaves and maids standing on his side to carry out a hundred lashes on them.

Although the punishment of one hundred lashes is very heavy, the people who can resist until now and successfully complete the task are all cultivators who can absorb spiritual power to cultivate, and their endurance and recovery are not ordinary levels.

After being wounded by whiplash, they can heal this ordinary wound of flesh with a little breathing.

After the whipping, the three yellow-clothed slaves stood quietly aside.

At this time, Nu Chundong's eyes were on the location of the mountain peak. He frowned slightly, and asked the three yellow-clothed slaves, "Why hasn't Xue'e come back yet?"

Previously, Nu Chundong sent these four slaves and maids out to supervise.

On the one hand, it urges all the new slaves to climb and not be lazy. Another aspect is also to collect the spirit jade of the people who died on the road for him.

Now three slaves and maids have returned, but only one slave named Nu Xue'e has not returned.

After the three slaves heard Nu Chundong's question, one of them came out and replied, "There is another living person behind who is trying to rush over, and Sister Xue'e is watching behind her." ”

Nu Chundong frowned when he heard this, and said, "Xue'e, this kid is too sincere...... Wouldn't you be able to get that kind of waste that drags its feet and whips it to death with a few whips!"

Another old slave soldier smiled slightly beside him and said, "Anyway, it's still early, so it's okay to wait a little longer." ”

Nu Chundong sighed lightly and said, "Okay...... Wait a little longer!"

So, the four old slave soldiers chatted with each other while waiting for news from Nu Xue'e.

Those who were flogged also seized this rare opportunity to silently close their eyes and breathe, and recover their injuries and strength as soon as possible.

......

In this way, about two more incense sticks passed, and I saw that Nu Chundong and other old slave soldiers had gradually lost their patience.

Finally, in the white fog in the direction of the mountain peak, a figure holding a thousand catties of boulders appeared, and he was walking step by step.

And behind him, there is Nu Xue'e holding a long whip.

Almost every step the person carrying the boulder took was, Nu Xue'e behind him would draw a whip from his back.

When you take a whip, your body will tremble.

But he still insisted on not falling to the ground.

This scene attracted everyone's attention.

Slave Thirteen, who had originally closed his eyes to recuperate, also opened his eyes and looked at the belated figure through the scattered hair on his forehead.

When the figure approached, he was secretly taken aback, and the others around him also gasped.

Even the four well-informed old slave soldiers such as Nu Chundong couldn't help frowning when they saw that scene.

Because the man who came with the boulder looked so miserable.

...... New wounds on the body, plus red, swollen and festering old wounds...... None of the skin on the head, on the face, on the neck is whole!

It was like taking a bath with blood, and the blood had soaked the slave uniform, and he almost walked over with bloody footprints.

Under the swollen eyelids, the eyes are numb.

But fortunately, there is still a trace of steadfast brilliance.

Obviously, this person is a soulless person who has no spiritual roots at all!

......

Seeing this, Nu Chundong walked towards this person and stopped at a distance of one zhang from him.

The man was still holding the boulder.

He was numb to the point of tirelessness, and although he had reached his destination, he couldn't remember to throw away the boulder in his hand for a while.

Nu Chundong looked at him, looked him up and down, frowned and said to himself, "I actually did this with the strength of the mortal body...... It's rare. ”

Standing behind the man, Nu Xue'e, who was holding a long whip, had a difficult look on her face at this time, and she reported to Nu Chundong, "It's really not that the slave maid deliberately delayed time...... It's just that this person is too strange to fall no matter how many lashes he endures...... With such a serious injury, if it were other ordinary people who couldn't cultivate aura, I'm afraid they would have died a long time ago......"

Nu Chundong looked at this person, and there was a strange glint in his eyes.

He lightly comforted Nu Xue'e and said, "It's not your fault. ”

Then Nu Chundong approached the man, stretched out a hand, took the boulder he was holding and threw it aside. looked at him lightly and said, "I will be exempted from your hundred lashes...... Go back to the slave cave, you don't fit to stay here. ”

The man heard this and lifted his swollen eyes.

His bleeding lips opened slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "No...... Even if I die, I won't die in the slave cave...... My lord...... I beg you...... Make me a slave!"