"It seems that many of you have already guessed who that person is. The Great Elder smiled coldly and continued, "That's right, he is Qin Yi, an inner disciple. ”

"Back then, the Lieyang Sect was destroyed, and we, the Qingyang Sect, kindly took him in. But I didn't expect this man to be a wolf. ”

"It's okay if you don't want to be grateful, you still dare to take revenge and assassinate my disciples of the Qingyang Sect. ”

The Great Elder paused, his eyes lit up, and he said coldly, "Bring those people to me!"

As his words fell, a team of black-armored guards, the "black-armored guards" of the Qingyang faction, walked up with thousands of people.

They were all ragged, their hair was disheveled, and they looked haggard and thin.

Even his eyes were weak and pale, as if he had lost hope for the future.

Especially on their foreheads, there is a big and eye-catching word branded - "defeat"!

"These people are ......"

"Their aura is so weak, they don't look like immortal cultivators. ”

"If I'm not mistaken, these people are supposed to be slaves in the mines. ”

"Slaves of the mines, aren't they vanquished?"

"Look at their foreheads, and there is no doubt that they are defeated. ”

......

A sect is a force, occupying the throne and dominating one side. Wars often break out between the various sects.

The defeated side often ends up extremely miserable, and all the disciples will be reduced to slaves, branded as "vanquished", and enslaved for life.

And the thousands of slaves in front of him were all defeated, demoted to slaves, and worked all day long in the major mines of the Qingyang faction until they died.

"That's right, these people, all of them were the defeated of the Burning Sun Sect back then, who were stripped of their spiritual roots, abolished their cultivation, and reduced to hard labor slaves in the mines. ”

The Great Elder's eyes became colder and colder.

"If one person breaks the law, all of them will be punished! ”

Swish!

With the order of the Great Elder, thousands of defeated people from the Burning Sun Sect are now mine slaves of the Qingyang Sect.

All of them were hung on the stakes by the black guards, and the cowhide ropes on their bodies became tighter and tighter, and they were about to sink into the flesh.

"Fight! Fight until Qin Yi appears! Beat until these lowly slaves are all dead!"

The Great Elder ordered fiercely.

Smack!

The leather whips are all specially refined, soaked in salt water for many years.

These slaves were already abolished, and they worked as coolies all year round, and their bodies were already too weak to be presentable.

The strong black-armored guard, as soon as he whipped it down, his skin and flesh opened in an instant, and blood stains were densely covered like spider webs.

The screams and wails like killing pigs immediately resounded throughout the square.

"Beat me, hit me hard! I deserve to be killed, if I don't die, I will be beaten to death!"

The captain of the Black Guard, with a leather whip in his hand, patrolled step by step.

When he saw that someone had been beaten less, he whipped him hard and taught him a lesson, "You have to be ruthless, why haven't you eaten? Who dares to show mercy and tie them up and beat them together!"

"Senior brother, it doesn't hurt, I don't feel any pain at all. ”

A young slave looked dazed, and even had a faint smile on his face.

"It's okay, it'll be fine soon. Applejack, if you bear with me, it'll be over in no time. ”

An elderly man next to him, gritting his teeth, barely squeezed out a smile, comforting softly.

He knew that his little junior brother would soon be beaten to death.

Death, though, may have been the best relief for him.

In the future, he will no longer have to endure hardships, no longer have to be tired, and no longer have to be beaten.

"Still chatting, you can still laugh! It seems that you have all been beaten enough, give me a hard pump, pump hard, and no one dares to laugh anymore!"

The captain of the Black Armor Guard kicked the little junior brother in the abdomen fiercely.

Poof!

The latter's eyes rolled and a mouthful of dark red blood suddenly spat out.

The whole person became groggy, and the breath on his body became weaker and weaker, and it seemed that he might die at any time.

"You ......"

The senior brother next to him gritted his teeth, his face full of grief and indignation.

But there was nothing he could do.

"Stop, hit me if you want to! What are you capable of bullying children?"

The emaciated middle-aged man yelled angrily.

He used to be an inner disciple of the Burning Sun Sect, but he was stripped of his spiritual root, abolished his cultivation, and became a lowly slave.

The dignified master of the ninth level of the Qi Refining Period was now tied to the pillar by several black-armored guards of the fourth or fifth level of the Qi Refining Period, and was beaten like a dog.

"Beat you? Why are you in a hurry? Lao Tzu will kill you right away!"

"I'm here too! Paralyzed, can you still do it! Aren't you Hu Qingshan, the hundred-step life-destroyer of the Lieyang Sect back then? I'll destroy your mother!"

"Hahaha...... Beat me, beat him hard, and smashed his stinky mouth. ”

It seems that someone recognized the identity of this middle-aged man.

Several black-armored guards surrounded him, and seven or eight whips frantically whipped him on his body.

"You're the shit, hahaha...... With this little bit of strength, is it an itch to hit Lao Tzu?"

"There was no opponent of Lao Tzu back then, and now Lao Tzu can't hurt to beat you standing up, it's really a bunch of waste!"

Hu Qingshan laughed wildly, almost madly laughing and yelling.

Hearing his taunt, more black-armored guards surrounded him and whipped wildly.

"Big brother, you ......"

Fang Lianyun gritted his teeth and lowered his head with tears in his eyes.

He knew that the senior brother was deliberately provoking the Black Armor Guard, and the more he was beaten, the less others would be beaten.

One person resists it all!

"Don't beat me, uncle, spare your life! All the mistakes are Qin Yi's fault, you, you go and beat him, kill his dog! Please, uncle, don't beat me!"

At this time, Sun Shijun wailed, begged for mercy again and again, and let out a scream as piercing as a duck.

He used to be the grandson of an inner deacon of the Lieyang Sect, who was prosperous and wealthy, and he was pampered since he was a child, and he bullied people everywhere.

Where can I stand this kind of beating now, and before I hit him twice, I cried and shouted and begged for mercy.

"Hahaha...... That's good, you keep scolding, if you scold, we'll beat you a few less!" said a black-armored guard jokingly.

"Okay, good, I'll scold, I'll scold! Qin Yi is a waste, a bad breed, a dog thing, a cheap embryo! The people of the Lieyang Sect are all dog things, and they are only worthy of being dogs for the masters of the Qingyang Sect ......"

Sun Shijun hurriedly scolded, and the more he scolded, the more unpleasant it became.

Several black-armored guards next to him couldn't help laughing, constantly urging him to continue scolding.

"Shut up, you're also a member of the Sun Sect, you are a bad descendant, how can you say such a thing?"

The gray-haired elder was so angry that his face turned red and he stomped his feet fiercely.

"Shut up, old thing, if you want to die, you can die yourself, but don't take me with you. Even if I was a dog for the Qingyang faction, I didn't want to be beaten to death here. ”