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This is a barbarian mine, hundreds of young barbarians have just slaughtered more than 1,600 slaves of the Great Qianguo who 'rebelled' in the mine, and only a few of them survived, hiding in the corners of the mine and shivering.

Under the pit more than 200 meters deep, there are more than 300 mines densely scattered, which is not a small place, but it also holds more than 16,000 slaves.

In an inconspicuous mine, a white-haired old man stirred his cheeks a few times, and looked at the little monk in front of him who was pale but kept chanting.

Although the bad old man was thin, compared to the other slaves, the patched robe was quite clean, and the whole person was full of energy, not like a slave who was whipped day and night.

Even he, an old fritter who had been here for more than 20 years, still felt frightened by the bloody baptism of the young barbarian before, but this little monk who was arrested half a month ago, after seeing such a bloody scene, except for his pale face, he did not feel the slightest discomfort.

You must know that in the face of the inhumane barbarians, even those soldiers of the Great Qianguo are all trembling.

It is not uncommon for monks to be found in the land of Ganzhou, but there are only a few monks in the big monasteries who are really famous, and the nearest one is the Mahayana Temple of the Great Qianguo.

Nowadays, Buddhism is in decline, although the Mahayana Temple is among the 12 high-grade sects of the Great Qianguo, but it is only at the bottom. Those bald monks are extremely scruples about killing, let alone seeing these scenes of murder.

"Little monk, don't read your bullshit scriptures, tell the old man how you got caught here, look at your outfit, you don't look like a wild fox in the wilderness. ”

The white-haired old man glanced at the green barbarians who were carrying the corpses and throwing them into the underground fire cave for burning, and the essence in his eyes flashed, and he quietly blocked the mine with a hundred-pound boulder to prevent those barbarians from noticing the abnormality here.

The little monk in the depths of the mine raised his head, this son is about fifteen or sixteen years old, with red lips and white teeth, a pair of sword eyebrows, a handsome young man, a high-quality silk coat inlaid with gold edges, it looks like his identity is not small.

The little monk looked at the old immortal who had escorted him for nearly half a month in front of him, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, not that he didn't want to say it, but that no one believed it at all.

These days, he has been scolding his mother, and he is obviously eating fast and reciting Buddha in Shaolin Temple, but he just made a joke with the abbot Master Qingyuan, and wanted to marry a daughter-in-law.

As a result, the Yuanjue Master Ancestor, who was directly in the upper echelons of Shaolin Temple, was angry, and picked up the magic weapon to worship the Buddha and slapped it directly on his head.

Before he could react, a golden light flashed.

He fainted directly, and after waking up, he was imprisoned in this dark mine, completely out of the original cosmic time and space, it was really hell.

"Donor, how about the wild fox Zen, what about the serious monks of the Great Qianguo, the green barbarians have killed countless living beings, and the little monks can not do much, they can only recite a few words of the "Sutra of Death" to those who died unjustly. ”

Sighing, the little monk Mingyuan finally accepted the fact that he had crossed over, he was constantly hypnotizing himself these days, but no matter how much he chanted the scriptures, he couldn't change the fact that he was not in the original universe.

The corners of Lao Changtou's eyes twitched a few times, this little monk really didn't eat oil and salt, and he was also in his sixties, so he couldn't take out the slightest bit of usefulness from his mouth.

The little monk Mingyuan clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to the old man: "Old donor, I don't know where this pit is located, and how many miles away from the Great Qianguo?"

Lao Changtou glanced at him disdainfully, he naturally knew what the little monk Mingyuan thought, and he just wanted to escape from this demon cave, but was this possible?

Not to mention that this pit is hundreds of meters high, and if you want to go up, you can only climb up from the side of the ladder, or wait for the green barbarian to hang it up with a huge bamboo basket.

There are more than 2,000 adult barbarians guarding the ladder, not to mention these unarmed, yellow-skinned slaves, even if they are 5,000 male soldiers of the Great Qianguo, if they want to get in, they are powerless.

Although the barbarians are called the Huawaiyi tribe, their combat power is strong, and they are the most ferocious among the hundred countries of Ganzhou.

Adult barbarian warriors can carry 100 catties of items in one hand, and the double-plate axe they hold in their hands is at least 180 catties.

With so many adult young barbarian warriors stationed in this large green barbarian mine, it is enough to see that the barbarians attach great importance to this place, and it is more difficult to escape than to ascend to the sky.

Especially a few days ago, the Qingman garrison in this pit actually came to three barbarians with the title of 'Baturu', and these people are all strongmen of the Qingman royal family.

Under normal circumstances, only three armorers from the border of the Great Qianguo can compete with a young barbarian adult warrior, and if you want to kill one, you need at least five armor soldiers.

And the Qingman, who has the title of Baturu, is a strong existence that can defeat hundreds of Qingbarian adult soldiers at the same time, and he is definitely a murderer in the army, which is comparable to the commander of the Great Qianguo military generals.

Although he didn't want to discourage the little monk's desire to survive, Lao Changtou still answered truthfully, after all, if you want to survive here, you have to recognize the facts.

"This place is the third mine in the eastern border of the Qingmanguo, more than two hundred and sixty miles away from the border of the Great Qianguo, there are Qingmans everywhere, ordinary people don't want to escape, if they are caught, the end will definitely be a hundred times worse than death. ”

A touch of golden light flashed in the eyes of the little monk of Mingyuan, two hundred and sixty miles is not too far, if you rush with all your strength, two days will be almost the same.

He was noncommittal about the old man's warning, although the killing caused by these barbarians was large, he had not seen even more terrible scenes.

In the original world, Shaolin Temple is the strongest Buddhist sect in the land of China, leading the world heroically, and there are countless classics inherited by Buddhism, and the magical secret land controlled in secret is even more difficult to measure.

He Mingyuan said that he was not very old, but he was extremely talented, and he escaped into the empty door at the age of eight, and in just a few years, he bloomed into a brilliant Buddhist talent, and was fully cultivated by the three great generations of teachers and ancestors of Shaolin Temple.

At the age of twelve, Mingyuan became one of the four major precept candidates for the Martial Arts Academy, and then was thrown into the underground demon cave, killing as many monsters as the carp crossing the river, becoming the only one in the 10,000-year history of Shaolin Temple to complete the strongest trial at the age of twelve.

When he returned from the trial, the smell of blood on his body was so strong that even the monks of the three round-character generations had a sudden change in complexion, trembling inexplicably, and recognized the inheritance identity of the little monk Mingyuan who precepted and killed the Buddha.

After three years of chanting and chanting Buddha, although most of the murderous aura has been eliminated, his calm and heavy psychological endurance can make him almost ignore the panic caused by the actions of these barbarians.

"Why? Could it be that no one has been able to escape here all these years?" Mingyuan found a sleek bluestone to sit on, the whole person looked solemn, and a pair of black eyes contained great wisdom.

Lao Changtou looked shocked and said decisively: "Naturally, there is, but that is a master who has stepped into the realm of the super-first-class nine grades, how can we be compared to those of us who are general!"

Nine Rank Master?

Could it be that the division of strength and realm in this world is still very different from the original world?

Mingyuan's little monk's eyes lit up, he was not a peaceful master before he escaped into Shaolin Temple, otherwise he would not have been trained and suppressed by the highest generation of Shaolin Temple Yuanzi Ancestor Six or seven years later, he still wanted to marry a vulgar daughter-in-law.

Now that he is no longer in the original world, the mantra of the Shaolin Temple is equivalent to being taken away, isn't it the sky high for the birds to fly, and the sea to leap with the fish?

The corners of Mingyuan's mouth cracked, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth, and the nine dark golden ring scars on his head had mysterious Buddhist mantras that flashed away, and for a while, Lao Changtou thought that he was dazzled.

Reciting the Buddha's horn in a low voice, Mingyuan gently pushed away the boulder, revealing a gap, and in a fog, he could see the young barbarians who were constantly pushing and beating hard outside.

"Old donor, these barbarians outside are the masters of several products?"

Seeing Mingyuan's little monk's question, Lao Changtou's face twitched a few times, and his heart was a little incredulous, this little monk didn't seem to look like a young man who had just come out of the rivers and lakes, why didn't he even know the twelfth rank?

"The Twelve Rank of Martial Arts is the iron rule of martial arts cultivation jointly formulated by the Hundred Kingdoms of Ganzhou, but all the people of the Hundred Kingdoms, almost all the strong people in the martial arts are within these twelve ranks. ”

After a pause, Lao Changtou saw the interest on the face of the little monk Mingyuan, and then said:

"The lowest first-class person only needs to have excellent strength, can lift a hundred catties of heavy objects with both arms, and knows some rough fist and foot kung fu. The top twelve products are peerless masters, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are ten thousand enemies, killing one person in ten steps and not leaving a thousand miles, but they are super masters in a hundred countries. ”

With the narration of the old Chang Tou, the face of the little monk Mingyuan became more and more solemn, ten thousand enemies, even in the ancient country of China, it is also the strongest existence at the level of gods and monks, and the three masters of the Shaolin Temple have such ability.

I didn't expect that when I first arrived, in this new land, there were already people who made such a realm clear.

"If you want to rely on your own strength to escape from this mine, unless you have practiced top-level divine skills, and reached the true qi in the body of a super-first-class nine-rank master, you can run directly for hundreds of miles in one breath. ”

Lao Changtou's tone was unusually Xiao Suo, a super-first-class master of the nine grades, not to mention in this pit, even in the entire realm of the Qing Barbarian Clan, at best, there were only dozens of people, all of whom were big names on the Megatron side.

The slaves who were imprisoned here were the most powerful five-grade masters, and the whipping and suppression over the years had long worn out the blood of the vast majority of people and became the walking dead.

Lao Changtou is one of the more shrewd, with his own sleek means and the strength of the four grades, he can be called the best living group of people in this slave pit.

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