The sky was a strange dark red, as if it was not the sky, but the dark red clouds were pressed very low, giving people an extremely oppressive feeling.

Dozens of monks in red armor wielded long whips with spikes in their hands, driving away a group of miners in tattered clothes with pieces of dark red ore in their baskets.

The small piece of ore in the back basket weighed thousands of catties, which was enough to suppress these miners who were only in the gas refining period and bent over their backs.

"Hurry up, you can't find death?" A big man with short hair, his hair stood on end, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looked extremely fierce. The whip in his hand waved.

With a bang, it hit a mine slave who fell to the ground, and the mine slave screamed miserably, and was rolled by the whip, and the spikes on the whip pierced into the body of the mine slave, and in a blink of an eye, the whip was full of flesh and blood, and it exuded a strange blood-colored luster, and a rickety middle-aged man who was rolled by the whip had become a pile of skin and bones.

In the blink of an eye, a single life was gone.

"If you dare to be lazy, this person will be the end!" the short-haired man raised the long whip in his hand, looking at the frightened miners with a smug look on their faces.

Under the watchful eye of the overseer, the miner walked up the rugged mountain path to the edge of a white pool where magma was tumbling, and threw the dark red ore into the white pool, and a burst of bubbles bubbled inside. At the urging of the overseer, after a while, the miner picked up the ore inside, but it was corroded by the white slurry and screamed, and the hands of those who cultivated higher were full of holes, and those who cultivated lower were directly and completely corroded in the early stage of qi refining. At this time, the miner unceremoniously kicked the young monk with his corroded hands into the white pool.

There was a terrible scream from inside, and the young monk was gone after a struggle. Even the human bones have turned into tumbling bubbles. As for the ore that sank, it was natural for the miners behind to fish for it.

In the crowd of miners, a silver-haired young man who was also in tatters followed the instructions of the overseer and soaked the dark red ore in the white pool, and his movements were much more swift than the others.

"Hey, you're new here, you don't even have injuries on your hands, it looks like a pretty powerful physical cultivator. At this time, the overseer on the hill, a horse-faced young monk, saw that the silver-haired young man did not have the injured hands like the others, and he was slightly shocked.

"New here, third-order body cultivation. "This silver-haired young man is naturally Lu Xiaotian.

As early as more than ten days ago, Lu Xiaotian had already woken up, when he was lying in a dilapidated cave, even he didn't know how long he had been asleep, and when he woke up, Di Kun was lying beside him. This time, his injuries were too serious, and even now there is still a residual sword qi in his body that has not been completely expelled. But fortunately, he took the Qingshuang Nightshade Pill in advance. Under the serious injury, the body automatically absorbed the medicinal power of the Green Frost Nightshade Pill, and when he was unconscious, his body was automatically recovering. When he woke up, he had already recovered most of his strength, and with only a few Qi refining periods in front of him, and a small number of overseers in the foundation building period, he naturally couldn't stop him, originally he wanted to grab a few overseers casually to interrogate the situation here. He also tried to find a way to get out of this place, but after walking around a few times, he found that there was a mysterious prohibition around him, which seemed to be naturally formed, but it was used by people, and once he tried to break through the prohibition, it would not be long before someone would find out and someone came to search. He avoided them.

When the overseers here found him, they only regarded him as an ordinary outsider, not to mention arresting him as a mining slave, when Lu Xiaotian was pondering whether to catch one or two together, an astonishing aura flew through the sky, and from these overseers shouted "Blood Ancestor With a look of reverence, Lu Xiaotian knew that this area was actually run by a Jindan monk, he had just escaped from Zhou Tong's hands, and suddenly met the Jindan monk again, there was no teleportation array here for him to run again, in fact, Lu Xiaotian couldn't even find where the teleportation array was at this time.

Once he alarmed Brother Jindan again, he had only one way to die. Fortunately, he had already put away Di Kun before, otherwise he would have been found out by the Blood Gourd Ancestor, and I am afraid that he would not be able to be good either. The mysterious prohibition here, coupled with the Jindan monk, dispelled the previous idea of looking around for a way out.

Fortunately, he suppressed the mana breath in his body with the breathing technique, so it was very logical that he was arrested and became a member of the mine slaves like everyone else. The miners here were like livestock, no different, and the slightest rebellion against the workers was executed by the overseers. Lu Xiaotian was tepid in the team.

"Well, seeing that you are good, do more work, if the foreman is pleasing to the eye, you can also become a high-ranking supervisor in the future. The horse-faced young man was very satisfied with Lu Xiaotian's obedient attitude and had no extra words, and patted Lu Xiaotian on the shoulder and said.

"Thank you, Lady Overseer, for cultivating me. Lu Xiaotian showed a rare smile on his face.

"Well, you can go and keep working hard. The horse-faced youth nodded.

Lu Xiaotian walked down the hillside, and happened to see an old man whose hair had almost fallen out, and his face was full of old color, his body trembling under the dark red ore. Lu Xiaotian felt a little familiar.

However, the old man with a face like old bark saw Lu Xiaotian's extremely resentful expression. Because he was a little distracted when he encountered Lu Xiaotian, his body was unstable and he staggered to the ground.

"Old thing, I want to steal and play tricks again!" The horse-faced young man strode forward with a gloomy face, the mine does not need waste, once it loses its use value, there is only one way to execute!

"No, no, Lord Overseer, I know him, he is a monk who came through the teleportation array, and he has two magic weapons in his hands! The dry old man shouted out in a gaffe, if the resentful eyes could kill, Lu Xiaotian would probably have died several times at this time.

It turned out to be Weng Zhihan! A look of surprise flashed in Lu Xiaotian's eyes, but it was normal in retrospect, before he entered the Blood Forbidden Land, Weng Zhihan tricked him into the old underground palace, wanting to use the materials on his body to forge the Demon Binding Rope, and then use the Demon Binding Rope to kill him, and then swallow his belongings. The intentions are not sinister, if he hadn't paid more attention to it at that time, I'm afraid he would have died.

I didn't expect that after more than 20 years, Weng Zhihan was still alive, but presumably after he escaped from the teleportation array to this ghost place in the past 20 years, he didn't live very well, and he didn't die after more than 20 years of torture, which is in response to the old saying that a good man doesn't live long.

"What, you have a magic weapon on you?" Not only the horse-faced youth, but also the other overseers also showed a greedy and jealous look. For a Qi Refining Cultivator, a magic weapon is tantamount to a big killing weapon, not to mention that the silver-haired young man in front of him actually has two pieces.

"Can't be wrong, Xiao Lao'er was chased and killed by him more than 20 years ago, so he didn't escape here by chance. Weng Zhihan looked at Lu Xiaotian's eyes with both resentment and some pleasure of revenge. What can you do, it's not the same as failing to build a foundation, and entering this dead land.