The Black Canyon began to get busy early this morning. The demon soldiers were all in full spirit, while the miners began to clean up under the surveillance of the demon soldiers. The originally dead, dirty, messy and poor Black Canyon was completely renewed today.

Baishun was wearing a long gown and followed Rolandmu, bent down from time to time, with a flattering smile on his face. I don’t know what he said to Rolandmu, Rolandmu nodded with satisfaction from time to time. As for the junior brother in Baishun’s mouth, he never appeared again except for Jiang Lin who had seen him in the tent for the first time.

"Here you." When some of the tidy soldiers lined up neatly regardless of the hot sunlight, and all the monks were gathered together and stood in a rest area. A giant bird's shadow appeared in the distance in the sky, and at first a phantom the size of a fist became a shadow that instantly covered the sky.

The giant bird that flew rapidly in the sky for several times, and was expanded by the sunlight, enveloped the people below, giving people a shock like a mountain rising. Then a giant bird roared and turned into a green-haired man. Three figures fell from the sky, followed by five monks.

"Young Master Qingfeng and Miss Xiaohuo are all ready. All the miners are here." Luo Lanmu walked towards the young man and the little girl who had fallen respectfully. He bent over and said to the young man and the little girl like a servant.

"Yeah, I know, I did a good job." The young man nodded, his eyes swept across the miner who looked like a refugee, and there was no emotional change on his face. Xiaohuo looked around a little bored. Xiaohuo didn't understand it. It was his brother who made the decision, and it didn't matter whether he looked at it or not.

"What is that?" Fire Pillar is undoubtedly a more conspicuous existence in the entire mine, so Xiaohuo's eyes were inadvertently attracted to the past and asked curiously.

"Miss, that's the Fire Prison. It's the place to punish the prisoners. It's the locked inside. Jiang Lin, a human monk who wanted to assassinate Lord Roland a few months ago." Baishun said with a very humble attitude, with a flash of hope in his eyes, as if he hoped that these two people could choose themselves as their entourage.

The world of the demon clan is much crueler than that of the monks, so the demon clan has to choose entourages since childhood and build their own team. When they get older, they start to expand their power, and then fight, fight, and plot with other clans or monks. They can't really end until death.

"How long has he been locked up?" Qingfeng's eyes couldn't help but glance at Jiang Lin in the flame cage. At this time, Jiang Lin was already looking like a skeleton, but Qingfeng's eyes did not fluctuate at all, with a kind of indifference to the lives of human monks.

"It's been more than three months, and this cultivator's body refining technique is very extraordinary. His golden elixir had already shattered three months ago. However, his body, the city of Damn has not been transformed into ashes by the flame cage. It's just a pity that he has not handed over his own cultivation technique." Luo Lanmu said with a pity.

"Oh, that's really a bit extraordinary." Qingfeng's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard Luo Lanmu say that Jiang Lin had been locked in it for more than three months. But then he heard Jiang Lin's golden elixir shattering, and a look of disappointment flashed in Qingfeng's eyes.

Although Qingfeng has a way to quickly improve his sister's minions, this is also the reason why Qingfeng asked these miners to be his sister's minions. Because miners who have been suppressed by fire poison for several years, as long as they remove the fire poison on their bodies and give them sufficient cultivation resources, their strength should soar without any disadvantages.

However, this kind of soaring also requires a foundation, and the Golden Pill stage is the lowest bottom line. Otherwise, even the strength will be useless. For example, if Jiang Lin needs to recondensate the Golden Pill, the strength will suddenly surge from the Qi Condensation Stage to the Golden Pill stage, and there are many levels that can be crossed, but what's the use?

"Brother, he is so pitiful. Can you put him down?" Xiaohuo said a little reluctantly when he saw Jiang Lin in the cage.

However, this kind of indulgence is like a child. She saw an injured bird, in the child's innocence. She felt that the bird was pitiful and wanted to treat and take care of the bird. This is a kind of innocent feeling that has not received pollution from the world.

"Then let it go." Qingfeng nodded hesitantly. Although there were a lot of miners in this mine, Qingfeng swept it all with his spiritual sense. None of them satisfied him. Even if he stood beside Luo Lanmu, he bowed his knees and looked hopeless that Baishun, who had reached the Nascent Soul stage, would be the same, and could not satisfy Qingfeng.

Hearing the orders of his young master, Luo Lanmu naturally had no objection. Because Jiang Lin is now in his dying state. Even when Jiang Lin was in his heyday, he was only in the late stage of the Jindan cultivation and was unwilling to be Qingfeng's opponent, so Luo Lan really didn't have to worry about the safety of his young master and lady.

"He must be very thirsty." Looking at Jiang Lin's body, which was charred and cracked, Xiaohuo spoke with some sympathy.

However, these cracking were not Jiang Lin's real skin, but after being refined by the power of fire, the complicated garbage in Jiang Lin's body was eliminated from accidents, and then evaporated at high temperature. At this time, Jiang Lin looked like a cracked riverbed.

So such a terrifying look made Xiaohuo a little scared, but Jiang Lin had a breath that made Xiaohuo very much want to get close to him. This breath was like the warm embrace of his parents, making Xiaohuo, who had been a little homesick for so long, wanted to pounce into Jiang Lin's embrace.

Xiaohuo took out a bottle of spiritual liquid from his storage bag. This spiritual dew was collected from the dewdrops condensed from the place where the sun and the moon alternated, and the spiritual dew was the most abundant place. When it reached the level of third-level rare treasures, it could be drunk as water, which nourished the body like sweet rain, and could also be used to refine elixirs and brew wine.

When the bottle cap was opened at the low fire, a cool aura like a morning breeze made the demon soldiers and miners standing under the scorching sun lit up. They couldn't help swallowing their saliva and watched the little fire bring the spiritual dew into Jiang Lin's mouth. The demon soldiers showed greed, greed that they wanted to take a sip of themselves, while the miners showed jealousy, and jealousy that they wanted to replace.

Jiang Lin, who was unable to extricate himself from the mud of confusion, felt a coolness coming from his lips, and subconsciously began to swallow. The spiritual creatures like sweet rain moistened Jiang Lin's dry body, allowing Jiang Lin's breath to slowly calm down.

Jiang Lin slowly opened his eyes, and the fire net formed by the forbidden silk thread was like bloodshots on Jiang Lin's eyes, but he looked a little hideous and scary.

"You are a demon clan, why should you give me water?" Jiang Lin's confusion was still there, and he felt the demonic aura coming from Xiaohuo's body at a close distance. Jiang Lin subconsciously wanted to take action to kill Xiaohuo, but when he saw clearly the jade bottle in Xiaohuo's hand and the aura coming from her, Jiang Lin stopped his movements.

Qingfeng, who was standing beside Xiaohuo, looked at Jiang Lin's eyes as soon as he opened his eyes. Mo Ran's face frowned and wanted to subconsciously pull his sister away. Because when Jiang Lin opened his eyes, Jiang Lin, who looked like a mummy, made Qingfeng feel a great threat. This came from a nearly instinctive intuition. This vision was a feeling that Qingfeng had experienced countless life and deaths, and he didn't know how many times he had saved Qingfeng's life.

"I saw that you were thirsty, so I gave you water." Xiaohuo did not have the almost instinctive intuition of his brother, so he did not notice Jiang Lin's danger. Xiaohuo subconsciously answered when he heard Jiang Lin's question.

And he looked at Jiang Lin with some surprise, as if he didn't understand why this adult Jiang Lin asked such a simple and simple question.

"Because I'm thirsty, even though you are a demon clan, I still gave me water. But because others want to live, even though he and I are in the same clan, I can't help him. He still betrayed me..." Xiaohuo's words were like a flash of lightning, cutting through the confusing night of Jiang Lin for more than three months. Jiang Lin seemed to understand something, but he seemed to understand nothing.

Without the use of the forbidden wire to form a fire net, Jiang Lin's confusion instantly dissipated most of the time, and the remaining part slowly became silent in Jiang Lin's eyes. A brilliant light shot out from Jiang Lin's eyes, even in the scorching sun, it was still as dazzling as lightning in the night.

"Little Fire is dangerous." Qingfeng grabbed Xiaohuo and retreated to the back. The demon soldiers who were originally standing around stepped forward in an instant, blocking Qingfeng's face, and looked at Jiang Lin vigilantly. Jiang Lin slowly climbed up from the ground, and his body, which had not moved for a long time, made a crisp sound of cracking and cracking bones.

"The knife is not wrong, the person who uses the knife is wrong. Zhulong, you asked me to figure out what a demon is, what a demon is, and what a human is, before I went to the battlefield of the Demon Prison. It seems that I have a little understanding of why you did this now." Jiang Lin, who stood up, suddenly felt a refreshed feeling, but Jiang Lin's words did not receive a response from Zhulong.

Jiang Lin was stunned for a moment, and the power of Shennong was transformed into Jiang Lin's thoughts and injected into the Shennong Monument on Jiang Lin's chest. Looking at Zhulong who was sleeping a little weak, he looked at his body that was no longer the same as before. Jiang Lin seemed to know something, and a touching look appeared in his eyes.

Since he discovered that Zhulong existed, although he was often despised by Zhulong, Jiang Lin knew that it was Zhulong for his own good. Through the storm, Jiang Lin might have died without Zhulong, so Jiang Lin has treated Zhulong as his relative. Jiang Lin has thought more than once that no matter why his ancestors sealed Zhulong in the Shennong Monument, as long as he could master the Shennong Monument, he would definitely release Zhulong.
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