When registering for blood drops, Jiang Lin knew why the people here valued the real objects and water so much. Most of them were cultivators above the Golden Calendar stage, and they could be fasted. However, the spiritual power flowing out from the small slit opened in the imprisoned dantian was probably for mining and could not be used as physical consumption.

Therefore, water and food became the guarantee for all monks to maintain their lives. Looking at the rushing monks, they would rather endure the high temperature of the flame stone than use their spiritual power to make themselves feel better. You can know that the consumption of spiritual power during mining is not something that can be satisfied by the small slit.

"He should have been tortured by fire poison to this way." Jiang Lin frowned, and the entire mine was rippling with flames, and the spiritual energy was very thin. The flame erupting from the ground was very violent and was not suitable for cultivation at all, and it contained fire poison.

Even if you don’t breathe these fire poisons, you can still penetrate into the cultivator’s body through your skin. The cultivators here are rushing for water and food every day. There is no time to remove the fire poison, nor enough spiritual power to remove it. So over time, the cultivator will be so like a person who is not like a human or a ghost.

"Okay, Baishun. Before these people came in, I don't know how many times they were searched by the demon soldiers. It was already very rare to have a piece of clothing on their bodies. How could there be something else hidden on them? They are just cultivators in the Golden Pill stage, without their own souls, and not even their own natal magic weapons. Where can I hide things?"

Looking at the monks behind him, some seemed to guess something and show a look of fear. The old miner sighed. Baishun's eyes showed a look of disappointment. Then he silently walked into the darkness of the mine fork.

"Where is this?" a monk finally couldn't help but roar.

"This place is called Black Canyon, a place with dense flame ore. You should be caught in the battlefield of the Demon Prison, or were caught from the small world where you live? Let's wait slowly, the monks in the battlefield of the Demon Prison, and the monks from the small world, can leave this damn place after five years." The old miner wanted to spit a mouthful, but he smashed his mouth, but there was no moisture in his mouth.

"This is no longer a small world for humans?" A monk with some knowledge asked in shock.

"No, this is a level three small world called the Great Phoenix Demon Realm, called the Roland Demon Realm. I don't know how far away is from the small world you lived in. But since you are here, let's wait slowly. As long as we endure the day we get out, we will be free."

"The big phoenix, also known as the strong wind. The female is the phoenix, the male is the wind. The female is born with fire veins, and the male is born with the power of controlling the wind. The one who catches you should be the strong wind." Zhulong explained to Jiang Lin softly when he heard the old miner's words.

"Very awesome?"

"If I can restore one thousandth of my strength, these birds will all be made into roast chicken. The taste is really good. But it is not something you can fight against now. You just need to know that the inheritance of the Great Phoenix and the Great Wilderness era are a kind of bird of prey that dares to fight with the Vermilion Bird in the air."

"Dare to fight with Zhuque?" A look of surprise flashed in Jiang Lin's eyes. Jiang Lin had never heard of Dafeng Jiang Lin, but Zhuque Jiang Lin knew that one of the four sacred beasts, the bird of prey who dared to fight accurately, could be imagined.

"I don't want to stay in this place and I want to go home. My Zhaojiabao people, my ancestors are powerful people in the Tribulation Period. If you treat me like this, you will definitely be scouted and exterminated." A monk finally woke up from a series of horror, roared sharply, and rushed towards the way he came.

The old miner passing by was coldly looking at the monk who was somewhat ill-fated, with indifference in his eyes. Other monks even showed sarcastic smiles on their faces. Among the more than 20 monks walking over with Jiang Lin, a few of them hesitated for a moment and followed the way they came. There was no stop during this period, only a cold look.

"It's right in front. If you want to get out of here alive, then you should work honestly and spend enough time. If you can't stand it, just commit suicide. That might be easier." The old miner sighed, and seemed to think of something on his numb face. He continued to lead the way.

"This... uncle. Are there many monks caught from the battlefield of the demon prison?" Jiang Lin followed two steps forward. Looking at the haggard old miner, Jiang Lin could not determine the other party's age, so he could only call him an uncle.

"There are many. The Baishun you just saw was caught from the battlefield of the Demon Prison. Because they fought with the Demon Clan and were captured. So they had to mine here for ten years. And cultivators like us who were captured by them from the small world by taking advantage of the Demon Clan's tide can go out if they lasted for five years."

The old miner showed a look of gratitude on his face, as if he was glad that he was not captured from the battlefield of the demon prison. This trace of gratitude deeply hurts Jiang Lin's heart. You must know that those monks who went to the battlefield of the demon prison all risked their lives to resist the invasion of the demon clan to protect their survival in the small world.

After they were captured, they suffered here. Those who were protected by their lives were not grateful to them. They were glad that they were not one of them. This distorted selfishness made Jiang Lin feel unable to breathe.

Jiang Lin didn't ask anything anymore, and his head was a little empty and followed the old miner. However, he remembered the location of the fork in the road that Baishun walked into just now.

"It's here. The physical cultivation and I continue to move forward. You are digging out the flame ore from the stone with spiritual power. Of course, you can dig here or go to other places to dig. You can do whatever you want, as long as you can complete the tasks in full every day."

After walking forward for about half a stick of incense, some flaming ore can be seen sporadically on the bumpy mine cave. This is a kind of fiery red illuminating the originally pitch black mine cave.

However, the flame ore here is only as big as a finger. Although the flame ore as big as sesame mung beans on the way back, digging out four or five of them is probably enough to be the size of an egg that can be handed over.

For monks with only a little spiritual power, digging these fragmented flame ores is obviously a time-consuming and laborious task. It is estimated that it will be rare to be able to complete one-third of the tasks in a day.

"After digging enough flame stones, you can choose to continue digging for excess tasks and obtaining more water and food. If you have more, you can reduce the time you spend here. You can also stay on the ground for a while after completing the task, and restore your spiritual power." The old miner gave another command, and then continued to walk forward with a few physical cultivation.

The monks who stayed, look at me, and I look at you, no one took action for a while. Finally, a monk walked towards the stone wall next to him and extended his hand to a slightly larger flame stone.

Ziz...ah...When the monk used his only little spiritual power to wrap his palm and wanted to pull the flame stone down. As soon as his finger touched the flame stone, he made a sound of water drops dripping on the fiery red soldering iron. A stream of blue smoke rose with the screams of the monk. Several monks who wanted to do it were so scared that they trembled and took back their palms that were exploring the flame stone.

"Take it slowly, when the blisters on your hands slowly turn into calluses, you will be better. But you may suffer some pain in front of you." An old miner passing by said casually, and then continued to walk forward in a hurry. This was only when all the monks discovered that these old miners had thick calluses on their hands.

Jiang Lin hesitated for a moment, and the power of the earth in his body poured into the ground. Then Jiang Lin looked around and walked into a fork in the mine. When he was caught, there was a reminder from Zhulong, so Jiang Lin covered up the power of the earth with the spirit sealing spell that was sealed with the soul sealing spell.

Therefore, Jiang Lin's appearance is at most a strong cultivator, and he was not discovered. Although Jiang Lin's dantian was sealed, Jiang Lin's combat power was still very strong with his** power. After trying it just now, Jiang Lin could easily penetrate the power of the earth into the stone wall, so mining was easy for Jiang Lin. However, this matter cannot be exposed.

In such a dangerous and unfamiliar place, Jiang Lin must be vigilant at all times and not expose his trump card too much. After Jiang Lin left, the monks who remained dispersed one after another. After a while, only the old miners were left in the mine.

Jiang Lin did not go to find Baishun at the first time, but seemed to be looking for larger ores, and kept shuttled through the mine cave that was connected to all directions like a spider web. Slowly, Jiang Lin walked to the end of a mine cave.

Some old miners followed a few physical cultivators holding mine shovels and stared at the mineral shovels in the physical cultivator's hands. If a slightly larger flame stone was dug out, the old miners waiting would step forward one by one and dig out the ore, but the flame ore dug out did not belong to this monk alone. He needed to give physical cultivator some benefits.

These old miners had very thief eyes and only picked up large flame stones to dig. This was how Jiang Lin understood why the pieces of flame stones were left around the mine cave, and why did the old miner who brought him in, left others and just took away those physical cultivation.

Only by digging out these newly-dead flaming ores can a larger flaming ore be found. The old mines are full of scattered flame ore left. Here, physical cultivation must be much more popular by internal cultivation.
Chapter completed!