"What?Evil Thunder Island Exile?" Xingchen wondered if he had misheard. Yes, this is the punishment that the Bright Thunder Domain will punish them.

As soon as the words of the Thunder Daoist fell, I saw two deacons in black armor and red cloaks walk into the hall of the Thunder Daoist and dragged Xingchen and Zhu Xingchen out.

Xingchen and Zhu Xingchen were put on iron chains and big wooden shackles, and everything on their bodies, except for the fact that he hid the wind and thunder beads in his mouth and escaped, including the magic weapon and the flying sword, were taken away and left in the Bright Thunder Domain, and the only thing they carried was two rag shirts.

They boarded a schooner and sailed for three days and two nights with more than 20 exiled prisoners before finally arriving at Evil Thunder Island.

Evil Thunder Island is the darkest place in the Bright Thunder Domain, the sunshine here is not very sufficient, and at night, the thunder in the sky will keep flashing, sometimes once every quarter of an hour, but there is no thunder. That's why it's called Evil Thunder Island.

There are many islands and complex landforms, including swamps, gravel Gobi, reckless mountains and forests, snow-capped mountains, and volcanoes.

The living conditions of the exiles were also very poor in this complex landscape, and next to the gravel there was a stone fortress, which was where the exiles were stationed, that is, a prison, where the exiles worked outside during the day and were whipped back to the stone barricades at night.

The main work here is to polish the stones, and to carve them, and there is a mountain of stone that stretches endlessly, and there are countless stones for them to mine, and if the new exiles are sent to the island, they only carry the stones, and only those who work non-stop can get food.

Although the food is just coarse bean cakes and steamed buns, sometimes it is not food at all, but it can satisfy hunger after all.

After Xingchen and Zhu Xingchen arrived at Evil Thunder Island, they were separated, and Xingchen was taken to the stone barrier, only to find that the stone barrier looked like a lonely tower on the outside, and inside, there were four floors underground, and there were countless marble rooms separated, and there were three or four people in each room.

Xingchen noticed that there were signs hanging on each stone room, divided into three grades: excellent, good, and inferior, Xingchen looked at it, and the furnishings in those stone rooms were the same, why should they be divided according to excellent, good, and inferior?

The two black-armored deacons pushed Xingchen into a stone room with the word "inferior" on it, closed the iron door, and said, "You will sleep here tonight, and tomorrow you will be allowed to work outside, remember not to mess around, if anyone messes around, you can call the guards outside." ”

I heard the iron door lock the iron door on the spot, and the two black-armored deacons walked away.

As soon as Xingchen turned around, he found that there was still an old man with gray hair inside, he was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his hands were spread flat on the inside of his knees, and it seemed that he was cultivating blindly. His clothes were very tattered, his wrinkled skin was still scratched, and his flat hands were full of calluses, and as he breathed in, some white gas floated on him, and his face glowed red.

When the old man saw someone coming in, Fang exhaled, slowly withdrew his hands, and after collecting his work, he looked up and down at Xingchen, but he was silent.

Xingchen stepped forward and asked, "This uncle, I'm new here, why are there three or four people in the other rooms, and you're the only one here?"

The old man brushed his unkempt hair, his eyes fell on Xingchen's shabby clothes, and said lightly: "Those people don't want to be with me, they call me an old evil thing!"

Hearing this, Xingchen took a few steps back, leaned his back against the wall, and fell to the ground, not daring to ask any more, because he found that there was indeed a very evil light in the old man's eyes, could it be that this guy was also a member of the Demon Sect?

"What, are you even scared?" the old man laughed, "Actually, I'm not very evil, just because I came to the Dark Thunder Domain alone, and these people are all from the Light Mine Domain. I let them be afraid of me, but I just let them not bully me, because this is where the strong are respected, and if you are weaker than others, you must obey others. Little brother, don't be afraid, get up quickly!"

The old man said, got up and got out of bed to help Xingchen, and when he was helped to wake up the dust, he said: "I didn't expect you to be young, but your cultivation is not low!"

The old man's consciousness was discerning the cultivation realm of the person in front of him, and he asked again, "Little brother, what is your name, why did you come here?" ”

"My name is Zhu Xingchen, they all call me Xingchen, only because my brother stole the secret of the Bright Thunder Domain and was caught, I came here with you, uncle, what is your name?"

The old man raised his head, looked at the skylight of the stone room and said slowly: "My name is Sima Wuxi, thirty years ago, I was the supreme ruler of the Dark Thunder Domain, that is, the Lord of the Dark Thunder Domain, but I didn't expect that my life would be ruined at the hands of a woman. As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes, but he finally had no tears. He is extremely strong in his heart, and it is only because of his strength that he has survived to this point.

Xingchen had never heard of Sima Wuxian, and Xingchen understood that the person in front of him had an incomparably glorious past, but he was now an exiled prisoner like himself.

"Why is there a 'bad' word on the door?

"Excellent, good, and inferior, these three classifications just talk about character, and they think that my character is not good, so they hang the word inferior. Sima Wuxian explained.

Xingchen looked at the whip marks on Sima Wuxian's body again and said, "Uncle Sima, do the guards here whip you every day?"

Sima Wuxian shook his head and said, "Here, no one dares to touch me, and this whip mark on my body was injured by that cheap woman with the Heavenly Scar Divine Whip thirty years ago, and this trace will never be lost!"

"Throughout the ages, how many love and obsession have been, and love is always hate! Uncle Sima is at such an age, and he hasn't seen through the red dust?" Xingchen sighed.

Sima Wuxian also sighed: "If I am not in this life, if I have already ascended to the Tao for love, why should I wait until now, I am still confused in the world." Go to bed early, tomorrow you're going to move the stones. ”

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The next morning, he and Na Sima Wuxian each drank a bowl of porridge, ate two wowotou, and then followed the two strong and tall guards out of the stone room, Xingchen counted the steps, he lived on the third floor, and it took more than a thousand steps to get to the outside of the stone barrier.

The sky was bright outside, but there was no sunlight, and in the fog, there was the sound of hammering nails and chisels everywhere, although the cultivators of the Thunder Domain were accustomed to attacking with heavenly thunder, but here, they were all doing pure physical work on their shoulders and carrying them on their backs.

Fortunately, when Xingchen was in the Dark Blood Valley, he exercised to carry bluestones, and this physical work was very tiring for others, but for him, it was barely adaptable.

Xingchen wants to move the stone from the quarry mountain to the stone storage yard, that is, the place where the stone is cut, but this bluestone is normally carried by two people, because Xingchen is a cultivator after the Yuan Infant Period, which is only regarded as a practice force.

Xingchen searched the quarry for the shadow of Sima Wuxian, but the fog was too thick to find him.

After another two hours, the sun rose, the fog gradually dispersed, and Xingchen saw Sima Wuxian on the side of the quarrying mountain, that Sima Wuxian was not responsible for carrying stones, but quarrying, he did not use hammers and chisels, but only used fists, or palms to split, and the strength was just right, the control was very precise, if the force was too much, the stone would be shaken into powder.

Xingchen stood there and watched attentively, not wanting a black and strong guard to come over, he couldn't help but say, a whip hit Xingchen on his back, Xingchen was knocked to the ground by the sudden whip, he turned over, a tiger pounced, pressed the guard to the ground, and hit him in the face.

The other three guards here all came over with whips when they saw the situation, and whipped Xingchen with whips, Xingchen didn't care about anything, and he didn't mean to stop, until the guard on the ground knocked him unconscious, at this time, the tall guards also threw away their whips, stepped forward and directly clamped Xingchen with their arms, and there was another one who wrapped his arms around Xingchen's neck directly in the back.

The few guards in front of him are all cultivators of the Yuan Infant Stage, and as long as there is one, they can tie with Xingchen, not to mention that there are three people now.

Xingchen was wrapped around his neck by that thick arm, and it was very difficult to breathe, as soon as he struggled, the arms of the guards behind him were locked tighter, and the people who quarried from the nearby stone mountains came to watch, Xingchen really wanted to explode all at once, but now he has no strength to erupt.

"Peng!" There was a loud sound, and Sima Wuxian slapped the stone mountain violently, and the stone mountain shook, and a huge boulder on the mountain rolled down and smashed straight towards the guard who locked the neck of the dust with his arm.

The guard screamed and fell in a pool of blood, and Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief and lay on the ground gasping for breath.

The remaining two guards looked around the stone mountain in horror and shouted, "Who, who did it just now? Hurry up and come out for you!" As he spoke, he spread his hands, and a sword with thunderous light appeared in his hand.

The onlookers who were quarrying stones were all scattered, and even if they knew, they would not say that Sima Chang hated it, because Sima Chang hated that he was an old evil thing, and whoever said bad things about him behind his back would lose his tongue at least and die at worst.

The two guards were not stupid, they quickly noticed that Sima Chang Hate on the stone mountain was staring at them with angry eyes, and after they knew that it was Sima Chang Hate who did it, they ordered someone to carry the dead guard away, and then escort Xingchen away, and did not hold anyone else responsible.

Xingchen was taken to the torture room at the bottom of the rampart, where he was locked in an iron cage that was small enough to accommodate one person, and could only curl up.

At this moment, a deacon in a yellow cloak and black armor walked over, apparently the leader of the guards.

"My lord, this prisoner is new, he disobeyed the discipline and killed our guards, what do you think about it?" asked the same guard just now, standing aside and respectfully.

The black-armored deacon frowned, and said with a serious expression: "The old way, please pour cold water on him, and then give him the punishment of lightning strike!

"Obey!" The two guards hung Xingchen high in the air with the cage in the air, Xingchen thought to himself, he couldn't escape the punishment now, he was dead!