A rotten smell came into Jiang Lin's nostrils, and Jiang Lin was in a coma slowly woke up. The first thing that caught his eye was a room that looked like a prison. Gradually, Jiang Lin's gaze became clear and he found himself lying on a damp and rotten ground, and there were many monks lying beside him. These monks were all monks who had the Nascent Soul stage.

This is a dungeon, or a confined mine cave. The surrounding stone walls are bumpy like traces left by mining. The entrance of the cave is imprisoned, and two demon soldiers stand on both sides to hold their hands. Because the spiritual sense cannot penetrate, Jiang Lin does not know their cultivation level.

"Where is this?" Jiang Lin did not get up, and checked his body first, and found that the fear in his dantian was bound by a trace of wind power. The others did not change at all, so Jiang Lin breathed a sigh of relief.

"It should be some little demon world."

"Little Demon Realm! Why am I here?"

"Whenever the rules of heaven and earth change, there will be a tide of demon race. Just like the rising tide of the sea, it can send the demon race closer to the small space where humans live. Many demon races take advantage of the tide to capture monks and return to the small demon world to be slaves, and you are caught by them."

"Can you escape?"

"This depends on your own ability, but I advise you to be honest. There are monsters everywhere in the little demon world. Where can you escape? Let's find out first. Your blind escape will only make you die faster. Even if you give you a chance to escape, can you unlock the imprisoned dantian?"

"This prohibition is very strange. It has the freedom of the wind, but it has the power of restraint and cannot be untied for a while." Jiang Lin sank his spiritual sense into his dantian, and the forbidden thread in his eyes kept emerging, and finally shook his head.

"When you wake up, don't lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. If you don't have idle people here, get up quickly." Just as Jiang Lin was still asking more questions about Zhulong, the two demon soldiers standing at the entrance of the cave, holding the three-pointed steel fork in their hands, knocked on the imprisoned iron door and shouted inside.

Ah... The demon soldier hit the monk who was lying in the cave without responding. A demon soldier whose body had evolved but was holding a leopard head directly stabbed into a monk's arm with his steel fork. The monk who was originally lying on the ground was immediately screamed.

"Don't think about fooling the uncle. I don't care what you were in the past, now you are all slaves. Come out and mine. Otherwise, you will have no food to eat today. By the way, I would like to remind you that if anyone has hidden something on you, it's best to hand it over. Otherwise, once you are discovered, you can taste the taste of the flame prison."

The leopard-headed demon soldier shouted into the cave, then opened the iron gate with a click, as if he was not afraid of these monks escaping. He was also a monk who was imprisoned in his dantian. Even if they were combined, they were not the opponents of the two demon soldiers. They really had nothing to be afraid of.

A few monks stood up in scattered areas, and then more and more, almost half of the monks lying on the ground stood up. These monks dressed in different ways, with fear and confusion on their faces. They seemed to be a little confused about where they were. Could it be that this was just a nightmare?

Jiang Lin also stood up with the other monks, and then the monks consciously lined up to open the prison door and walked out one by one. After all the monks came out, the leopard-headed demon soldiers closed the big iron gate with a snap, and then said, "Come with me." Then they walked forward without making too many explanations.

Along the way, there were winding mine caves. The mine caves turned fiery red, and the temperature became higher the more they went in. The stone walls around were filled with bumpy and sanks of different sizes, as if something was originally dug up on it.

"This is the slaves caught this time. You can register them and let them start work as soon as possible. The number of flame stones this month has not been enough. Let these slaves process and add some points. Hurry up and get enough of them, otherwise the masters who cannot complete the task will blame us, and we will all be unlucky."

After about a stick of incense, the monks who were imprisoned in the Dantian without spiritual energy were already sweating profusely. However, the two demon soldiers with demon power protected their bodies were nothing. The demon soldiers brought Li Feng and others to a human monk who held a pen and kept remembering things and shouted loudly.

This is a slightly larger underground space, surrounded by mine caves. From time to time, miners dressed in rags and stared like zombies came out of the mine cave. They walked out with fiery red stones the size of eggs or palms in their hands.

The stones were covered with high temperatures. The monks without spiritual energy held these with their hands and turned red by the soup. However, no one threw them away. Instead, they were as if they were holding their own lives, and they did not let go until they handed over them. They breathed a sigh of relief and continued to enter the mine to mine.

"Hon, now start to sort out. Those who can refine alchemy stand on the left, and those who can refine weapons stand on the right. Other monks stand in the middle. This choice determines your future destiny. It is best to choose according to the truth, otherwise once you find that you are imprisoned in the flame prison, you will not be able to survive or die."

The secretary with a handful of goats and a pair of rat eyes stood up and saluted respectfully to the two demon soldiers. Then he handed two spirit stones to the demon soldiers as if he was flattering. The two demon soldiers nodded with satisfaction and walked back. The secretary loudly scolded the new monks.

The monks who had just arrived were a little confused and at a loss, as if they didn't know what to choose. Jiang Lin discovered that when the clerk said the four words "Fire Prison", the monk who seemed to have numbly handed over the ore could not help but trembled, as if he had heard some terrible existence.

After a long time of rummaging, about thirty cultivators from Jiang Lin made a choice. Among them, only five people could refine alchemy, and only one person could refine weapons. The others could only stand in a daze without moving, and Jiang Lin also stood in a daze without moving.

In an unknown world, Jiang Lin instinctively wants to keep his trump card secret, so that Jiang Lin will feel safer.

"Five alchemists, one weapon refiner, yes, it's not bad. My name is Qiu Yang, you can call me General Manager Qiu. The monks who know how to refine alchemy and refining weapons stand aside first, and the monks come to register. After the registration, you follow these monks to mine in the mine. No one is less than the size of an egg every day, and those who cannot complete the task will have no food to eat. At the same time, I would like to remind you that those who have hidden things should be taken out now, otherwise it will be uncomfortable if they are found out."

Qiu Yang stroked his goatee beard, and his little eyes looked at everyone with warning signs. Then he sat down behind the table and began to register for the monks. The so-called registration is to ask for the name and level of cultivation. The person who was asked afterwards, the first drop of blood was placed on Qiu Yang's table with a statue of a bird that looked like more than seven inches tall and fierce.

"Jiang Lin, late stage of the Jindan." The monks lined up behind kept moving forward, and the monks with improved levels stood in a daze and didn't know what to do. Qiu Yang didn't ask, as if he hadn't seen it, and continued to register himself.

After Jiang Lin said his name and cultivation, he also dripped a drop of his own blood on the bird's statue. The blood seeped in. Jiang Lin suddenly felt a sense of imprisonment locking him. At the same time, there was a trace of flame breath in Jiang Lin's imprisoned dantian.

This slight flame breath was like a needle. It pierced a small hole in Jiang Lin's dantian, which was imprisoned by the power of the wind. A trace of spiritual power flowed out of Jiang Lin's dantian, making Jiang Lin feel a little better.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you that the spiritual power flowing out of the dantian is better not to use it to make yourself better, but to use it for mining. The physical cultivation takes the mine shovel and digs forward, and the digging depth every day must not be less than ten feet. Other monks dig out the flame stones growing on the stone wall in the mine caves opened by the physical cultivation to assist the physical cultivation to dig. Each person has three steamed buns and a bowl of water every day. Excellent performance can increase food..."

Qiu Yang shouted sharply about the rules in the mine. After a while, Qiu Yang waved his hand and asked the new monk to quickly enter the mine to start mining. Jiang Lin followed an old miner and walked into the mine as he told him.

Along the way, I met many monks who came out with flame stones. Each of these monks was very listless. They had a very unhealthy blush on their faces, as if they were roasted by fire. The aura of these monks was also very weak, their bodies were thin, their lips were chapped and their eyes were lacking in water, and their eyes were very scarlet. This was the result of the accumulation of fire poison.

Jiang Lin heard of the fire stone, which is a rare and rare ore of the third level, and refines some of the best basic materials for fire-attribute magic weapons. The fire veins of the flame stone are gathered in groups after the volcano erupts, and finally, after a long period of time, the flame stone condenses.

Therefore, the flame stone is not iron ore, or copper ore, and is completely integrated with the stone. Instead, it seems to be forwarded in the stone. Because the stone is condensed from the original speech, these flame stones are formed by the stones through the change of the power of fire. Therefore, the two are very closely connected, like a whole.

Therefore, it is not easy to dig out the flame stone from the stone wall, otherwise the flame stone dug out every day will not be counted on blocks, but on baskets. The ore veins are formed by magma eruption, and they are not known how many feet deep into the ground, so they are very stuffy. If the monks were not able to breathe inwardly, they would probably be suffocating to death here.

"The distribution map of the dense flame stones nearby is only three spirit stones and three spirit stones. Or a herb that can clear heat is also OK. With this distribution map, you can exceed the task every day and get enough food and water."

Just as Jiang Lin and his group were walking forward under the leadership of an old miner, a monk who looked like a skeleton rushed out from the side, holding a map drawn by an unknown animal skin in his hand. His eyes shone like a vicious wolf staring at Jiang Lin and his group.
Chapter completed!