My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

What’s more, it is a period of weakness!

No matter how hard the two men tried, they were suppressed in just a few breaths.

"You are a bunch of untouchables. If you come to this land, your lives will belong to the Fengyu Sect."

"Want to run?"

"Come on! Drag them down, send them into the rock formation, and feed them the Blood Explosion Pill."

"Since they don't want to live anymore, let them make use of their remaining energy."

Unrest arises quickly, but is quelled even faster.

above the sky.

Xiang Fei was numb when he saw this scene.

“It died young!”

"I thought it was just a simple mining."

"Now it seems that we have entered a dangerous situation."

This scene had a huge impact on him.

As someone who makes a living on an island, Xiang Fei is no stranger to mining.

After all, asset management on the island is extremely scarce.

Mining is their biggest source of resources, no doubt about it.

But Xiang Fei's longest working time was only ten days and ten nights in a row.

Any more and he wouldn't be able to bear it.

Maybe you can bear it, but if you dig further, it will cause irreversible hidden damage to your body.

But now, any job that comes up has working hours measured in months.

Who can bear being fed Blood-Exploding Pills all the time?

The Blood Exploding Pill is an extremely wild and overbearing poison pill.

After taking it, it can make the blood flow faster, reverse the mysterious energy, and finally burst the body. (The effect is similar to a human bomb!)

Xiang Fei never imagined that these people could be so cruel and cruel.

He had a vague premonition of his future days.

Mining day and night, being squeezed dry in a dark environment.

Finally, he was sent to death by a blood-exploding pill, with no remains left and his soul scattered, and was used to clear the way.

When he thought of this situation, his face turned pale.

Zhong Qing, who was standing by, felt Xiang Fei's inner panic.

Comfortingly said: "The situation may not be as bad as you think."

"Do not be discouraged!"

"There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain."

"It is said that misfortune and blessing are intertwined. Whether it is misfortune or blessing, who can tell until the last moment?"

"Brother Zhong, you are still talking about this at this time."

Xiang Fei said with a sad face.

Anyway, he couldn't figure out where the blessing came from.

"Stop talking nonsense and be quiet!"

At the same time, the Fengyu Sect member who was escorting the two men shouted loudly.

Then, he took them and fell straight down from the sky.

Finally we arrived at a registration office.

The Xuanjing mineral vein is too large.

Here, there are tens of thousands of mining slaves alone.

With so many people, we naturally need to set up an office.

All captured miners must be registered and then assigned by management.

Allocate manpower rationally according to each area.

Either to make up for the lost jobs of miners or to dig new mines.

The rules and regulations are quite complete.

To ensure that the full potential of the mining slaves can be effectively exploited.

All these actions are a perfect example of taking advantage of others' misfortune.

In a simple pavilion, sat an old man wearing a gorgeous black bird robe.

This person is the one who is responsible for registering the information of mining slaves and adjusting slave resources.

"Junior Brother Lin is here!"

When he saw Zhong Qing and his group, the old man smiled at Lin Tian, ​​the outer disciple who was escorting Zhong Qing and the other two.

Lin Tian took Zhong Qing and Xiang Fei into the pavilion.

Then he strode forward, picked up the teapot in front of the old man and poured it into his own mouth.

After drinking half a bottle of water, he finally let out a long sigh.

"I brought two mining slaves to Brother Mo."

Mo Wei nodded, and then made a simple registration for Zhong Qing and Xiang Fei.

He also ordered someone to put a bracelet on them.

That bracelet is extremely special and can restrict cultivation.

Once it is put on, it cannot be destroyed by brute force. Inside it is a small and exquisite mysterious formation. Only those who are proficient in this formation can unlock it with hand seals.

There is also a number on it.

Zhong Qing’s number is 9527!

Xiang Fei’s number is 9528!

As a mining slave, you have no identity or name.

Here, number is the only mark to distinguish them.