Flood Dragon wouldn't work. The only hope now rests on Dongfang Yi. 。"I'm seriously injured now, at most I can only mitigate a portion of the fire dragon's attack power, preventing it from wreaking h...The sky was an eerie crimson, as if this were not the sky but a layer of dark red clouds pressing down so low it created a sense of extreme oppression.

Dozens of monks in crimson armor wielded spiked whips, driving a ragged group of slaves. Each slave carried a basket on their back filled with chunks of dark red ore.

A piece of ore no bigger than a palm in the basket weighed thousands of pounds, enough to press these qi refining miners down to bend over and toil.

"Hurry up, you slowpoke, looking for death" A burly man with short hair, his hair stood on end, thick eyebrows and big eyes, looked extremely fierce. He whipped his whip in his hand.

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With a cracking sound, the whip landed on a miner who had fallen to the ground. The miner screamed in agony as the whip lashed into his flesh, its spikes piercing deep. In the blink of an eye, the whip was saturated with blood and flesh, emanating an eerie crimson glow. The once-hunched middle-aged man was now nothing but a pile of skin and bones.

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

“If you dare to slack off again, this will be your fate!” The short-haired giant brandished his long whip and looked at the frightened miners with a triumphant expression.

The miner, with a back burdened by crimson ore, trudged up the rugged mountain path under the watchful eye of the overseer. He reached the edge of a white pool where lava bubbled and churned, tossing the crimson ore into its depths. A burst of bubbles erupted within. At the overseer's urging, moments later, he retrieved the ore but was met with the agonizing corrosion of the white viscous liquid. Those with higher cultivation levels screamed in pain as their hands were riddled with wounds. Those with lower cultivation, even those in the early stages of Qi refinement, had their hands completely corroded away. The foreman showed no mercy and without hesitation, kicked a young cultivator whose hands were ravaged by the corrosive liquid into the white pool.

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the area, followed by a struggle from the young cultivator before he vanished without a trace. Both flesh and bone were transformed into swirling bubbles. As for the sunken ore, it would naturally be retrieved by the miners who came after.

Among the crowd of slaves, a similarly ragged silver-haired youth with a wooden face, followed the overseer's instructions, soaking crimson ore in a white pool and lifting it out. His movements were noticeably more nimble than the others.

“Hey, you’re new here, aren’t you You don’t even have a scratch on your hands. Looks like you’re quite the skilled body cultivator.” At this time, the foreman on the mountaintop, a young cultivator with a horse face, saw that the silver-haired youth didn't have injured hands like the others, and said in surprise.

"New here, third-rank body cultivator." This silver-haired youth was naturally Lu Xiaotian.

>>>Several days ago, Lu Xiaotian had already woken up. He was lying in a dilapidated cave, and he didn't even know how long he had been asleep. When he woke up, Di Kun was lying beside him. This time, his injuries were too severe, and even now there was residual sword energy from Zhou Tong still lingering inside him, not completely expelled. Fortunately, he had taken the Qing霜龍葵丹 beforehand. His body automatically absorbed the medicinal power of the Qing霜龍葵丹 under the serious injury, and during his coma, his body was recovering automatically. When he woke up, he had recovered most of his strength. With just a few Qi Refining Stage cultivators and a small number of Foundation Establishment Stage overseers present, it was naturally impossible to stop him. He originally wanted to casually interrogate a few overseers about the situation here and try to find a way to leave this place. However, after moving around several times, he discovered that there was a kind of mysterious restriction surrounding them. It seemed to be naturally formed, but someone had utilized it. Once he tried to pass through the restriction, it wouldn't take long for him to be discovered, and someone would come over to search. He avoided them all.

The foreman on site treated him like any other outsider.

Without a word, he would seize him and make him a mine slave. Lu Xia tian was pondering whether to capture one or two at once when a startling aura swept across the sky. From the respectful expressions of these overseers calling out "Bloodgourd Ancestor," Lu Xia tian realized that this region was actually controlled by a Golden Core cultivator. He had just barely escaped with his life from Zhou Tong, and now he was encountering another Golden Core cultivator. There was no teleportation array here for him to escape again. In fact, at this moment, Lu Xia tian couldn't even find where the teleportation array was.

Once again alarmed a Golden Core cultivator, he would only have a dead end. Luckily, he had already put away the Emperor Kun before, otherwise, if it was discovered by that Blood Gourd ancestor, it would be impossible to end well. The mysterious restrictions here, plus the presence of Golden Core cultivators, made him abandon his previous idea of searching everywhere for an exit.

Luckily, he suppressed his inner Qi with the Breath-Concealing Technique. Consequently, he was brought here like everyone else and became a mine slave. The mine slaves were treated no differently than animals here. Any hint of resistance would result in immediate execution by the overseers. Lu Xiaotian kept a low profile amongst the crowd.

"Well, you've got some skill. Do some good work, and if the foreman likes what he sees, maybe one day you can be a supervisor just like him." The young man with a horse face was pleased with Lu Xiaoteng's obedient attitude and patted his shoulder.

“Thank you, Master Foreman, for your guidance.” Lu Xia Tian's face rarely showed a smile.

“Well, you go on. Keep up the good work.” The youth with a horse face nodded.

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Lu Xia Tian walked down the slope and happened to see an old man with almost all his hair gone, his face wrinkled with age, shivering under the reddish-brown ore. Lu Xia Tian felt a sense of familiarity.

But the old man, whose face was like old tree bark, saw Lu Xiaoteng's resentful expression to the extreme. Because he was a little absent-minded when he encountered Lu Xiaoteng, his body swayed and he stumbled to the ground.

"You old thing, trying to cheat again!" The youth with a horse-face walked forward with a gloomy expression. The mine didn't need waste, once it lost its use, there was only one way - death!

"No, no, Overseer, I know him. He's a cultivator who came through a transmission array! He has two magical artifacts! A binding demon rope and a black artifact." The withered old man cried out in dismay. If venomous eyes could kill, Lu Xia Tian would have died several times over by now.

It was actually Ong Zhihan! A hint of surprise flashed in Lu Xiaitian's eyes, but thinking back, it was quite normal. Before he entered the Blood Forbidden Land, Ong Zhihan had tricked him into that dilapidated underground palace, intending to use the materials on his body to forge a demon-binding rope and then use the rope to kill him, swallowing his possessions. His intentions were truly insidious. If he hadn't been careful back then, he would have been the one who died.

I never expected that after twenty years, Ong Zhihan would still be alive. However, it's likely that these past twenty years, since he escaped the teleportation array and ended up in this desolate place, haven't been easy for him. To have survived twenty years of torment without dying is truly a testament to the saying, "Good people don't live long."

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"What, you have weapons on you" Not only did the youth with a horse face show it, but even the other supervisors also revealed greedy and fearful expressions. For a Qi cultivator, a weapon is no different from a great killer, let alone this silver-haired young man who actually has two.

“He's right, this old man was chased by him over twenty years ago and barely escaped to this place.” Weng Zhihan looked at Lu Xia Tian with eyes filled with resentment and a hint of vengeful satisfaction. So what if he's powerful He still couldn't succeed in building his foundation, and ended up in this dead end as well.”

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