A white-clothed young man with a fairy sword appeared at the gate of Mingzong's mountain.

You must know that the entire desert island exists as a sect.

I saw the young man slash with a sword, the huge sword flashed, and the entire mountain gate was split into pieces by a sword. It collapsed with a bang, and it was in tatters, without the slightest hint of its original solemnity.

The mountain gate was destroyed, and the people of Mingzong immediately ran out. A large group of people dressed in the uniforms of the Ming Sect flew over. Looking at the broken mountain gate and the silver-haired man in front of him, he was angry.

"You dare to destroy my mountain gate and take down this arrogant person to set an example!"

Fan Tian listened to the man's scolding and looked at the people who were coming towards him, his face was extremely indifferent, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The Xiyu sword in his hand shook slightly, and a sword that split the sky and the earth came. Destroying and decaying, everyone was slashed by the sword, spitting blood, life and death are unknown!

All of a sudden, the entire Mingzong Mountain Gate began to fall into tranquility again. Fan Tian glanced at these people contemptuously, and the whole person began to walk in one direction, changing shapes and shadows, one step was dozens of zhang, and the figure flickered!

Some people felt the mountain gate, looking at this Ming Sect disciple who had suffered heavy casualties, and their faces were shocked.

"Quick, quickly report to the sect, there is a strong enemy coming, quickly!"

Everyone responded when they heard this, after all, the invasion of a strong enemy is not child's play. All of a sudden, the entire Ming Sect began to ring the bell, and the eight bells rang, which meant that the sect was in the strongest state of vigilance!

In a mine where Mingzong's prisoners worked, thousands of people were digging ore in the mine. The sonorous sound was endless. The ore contains spirit stones of different grades!

It can be said that this is the main source of Mingzong's spirit stone, and it is naturally an extremely important place for Mingzong. The people in the mountains were wearing iron chains, sonorous all the way, carrying a swarthy shovel beating the ore, and there was a basket on their backs containing the most primitive spirit stones.

"Old man Yang, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to complete today's quota with this progress!"

A middle-aged man was panting, cold sweat was flowing on his forehead, he was extremely embarrassed, his hands were trembling, and he looked extremely old even though he was only middle-aged. Looking at the ore all over the mountains, the man's heart was bitter.

"Forget it, it's not easy to look at you, I'll do more when I'm young and strong!" said the young man next to him who couldn't bear to look at the embarrassed middle-aged man again.

Mingzong has long been slaughtered by Fan Tian, no matter who it is, what kind of cultivation it is, it is all a sword to cut it, and no one can make it cut out a second sword.

Looking at the fifteen people in front of him, Fan Tian sneered: "The thirteen foreigners of the Ming Sect, plus the sect master and the deputy sect master, just got together, hehe!"

Looking at the silver-white young man in front of him, the people of Mingzong couldn't help but tremble. How many disciples of the Ming Sect fell into his hands, and among them, there were even the early and middle stages of the transformation realm!

This made the fifteen people not sure at all, after all, the strongest of them was the Sect Master Mingshan Transformation Realm Great Perfection.

Mingshan looked at Fan Tian and the shining sword in Fan Tian's hand, couldn't help but tremble, took a deep breath, stabilized his position and said, "I don't know why you want to kill my Mingzong?

Everyone looked at Fan Tian in disbelief, this person directly entered this Ming Sect indiscriminately, if the strength is average, it is not very good, but the problem is that this person is so strong that everyone despairs. At the same time, everyone was desperate and deeply suspicious, when had the Ming Sect ever offended such a strong man in the depths of the Ming Sect!

Fan Tian looked at the fifteen people of this Mingzong with contempt, and said loudly: "You have arrested someone who should not be arrested, and you will use your entire Mingzong to accompany him for his suffering!"

Hearing Fan Tian's words, the sect master of the Ming Sect seemed to have found something, and immediately asked: "Who is it, please tell us, we will release him now, apologize, and pay as much as you want!"

"Yes, yes, yes, we are willing to apologize!"

The crowd echoed the word, hoping to be forgiven by mortals and to be spared death.

"Oh!"

Fan Tian was slightly stunned, and looked at everyone suspiciously!

Everyone thought that Fan Tian had agreed, and then they wanted to say something more, but they saw a sword light, and everyone looked at Fan Tian in disbelief. Sect Master Ming Shan didn't even know why he died, his eyes were dull and he said, "Why?"

The corners of Fan Tian's mouth rose slightly, and he said in his heart: "If your Mingzong only imprisoned my father and didn't hurt him, I would have let you go! It's a pity that your Mingzong has scattered all the conscience of heaven, and I don't know how many innocent people have been enslaved, and it is not a pity to die!"

Then Fan Tian pulled out the Xiyu sword, the mind and spirit were united, and a sword was split, and the entire mountain of Mingzong collapsed, and the huge Mingzong turned into a bubble, and all the people of Mingzong were buried in this Ming Mountain!

After doing this, Fan Tian walked in the other direction, one step at a time, it seemed that he was walking, but in fact he was flying faster than an ordinary cultivator.

On the ore mountain of Mingzong, the earth shook the mountain, which made the people on the ore mountain frightened and panicked.

"Damn, I don't know how many times this has been shaken? This is something that hasn't happened on a desert island for decades!"

"Who knows, it's not too early, it's time to do it manually, these slaves, see if there are any who have not completed the quota, you must kill a few today to set an example, otherwise I am afraid that you will not be able to complete the amount of the sect!"

The two of them looked at the slavery all over the mountains, their faces were gloomy, and it seemed that they were not looking at people, but some livestock!

As a bell rang, the people on the ore mountain began to line up one after another, and under the supervision of a group of black-clothed people, they began to accept the spirit stones in their back baskets!

"Well, this amount is not bad, and the quality of the original spirit stone is also okay, you can go to eat!" said the overseer with satisfaction.

The man's face was extremely weak, but when he heard the overseer say this, he thanked him excitedly, and ran towards the place where he was eating.

The overseer snorted with disdain, and scolded with a smile: "Slavery is slavery, cheap!"

The overseer's voice was not small at all, and the rest of the slaves were stunned, but many of them returned to their original state, as if they had not heard what he said. Only a few people clasped their hands, and anger seemed to grow in their eyes!

Yang Hai was naturally among them, but he was unusually calm, looking at the young man in front of him with anger on his face, Yang Hai gently patted the young man's shoulder, signaling him not to be angry!

The young boy glanced at Yang Hai, and then at the overseer, and his clenched hands began to slowly loosen.

The overseer looked at these people who didn't dare to say anything, and his momentum was even greater, but he didn't do anything for those who had done their full quota.

At this time, it was an old man who submitted the spirit stone, and his back was stiff and he looked extremely haggard. The old man slowly took off the basket on his back and poured out three or two spirit stones.

When the overseer saw it, he was furious on the spot!

"Okay, you bad old man, you haven't even finished a fifth of the quota! If you don't kill you today, everyone will be the same as you tomorrow, when will the progress on the ore be completed!"

The overseer waved his hand, and the man in black beside him surrounded the old man. There was a hint of fear, a hint of fear, and a hint of anger on the faces of the enslaved people, but no one went out.

The old man's eyes were full of fear, and his hands and feet began to tremble uncontrollably, obviously very afraid of those black-clothed people!