A red sun jumped out from the gaps in the clouds like fish scales, golden light streaked across the black curtain, and the grassland was filled with dark red glow, like a rising flame.
Its daybreak.
Yang Zhen was hobbling in the middle of the team, carrying a hoe and dragging a chain under her feet.
A group of them went to dig a ditch.
When each person digs enough 100 stones, they can return to the camp to rest and eat.
For these foundation-building monks, completing such a task is not too strenuous even without using magic power.
In less than an hour, Yang Zhen and the dozen or so prisoners who were the first to finish their work set off home in twos and threes.
"Damn it, didn't we just dig here yesterday? Why is the ditch filled in again today? Who is so full?" A man cursed.
"It's another group of brothers," another prisoner said sarcastically, "They are responsible for filling in the ditch. They fill in as much as we dig."
"Isn't that just a joke?" the man said angrily.
"I just want to tease you people and give you something to do, so that you don't have random thoughts." The prisoner said lazily: "Go back to eat. After eating, you still have to work!"
These words obviously aroused other associations, and someone immediately asked: "Is the matter from last time not over yet? Do we really want to go to that giant cauldron?"
The man next to him let out a long sigh and talked about something that seemed unrelated: "Before I went out today, I saw another person died in the tent next door. The cause of death was the same as yesterday, suicide."
"Made." The man looked at the giant cauldron in the distance and took a sip: "If you want to use my life to refine his damn spiritual fluid, there is no way! At worst, I will use my head to grab the ground, and I will die!"
…
It was already the third day that they were imprisoned in this camp thirty miles away from Fushou Ding.
On that day, everyone in the giant cauldron, under Pei Jian's persuasion, put aside all kinds of distracting thoughts, calmed down, held their Yuan Shouyi, and tried their best to cope with the refining of the cauldron.
However, their arms could not twist their thighs. Although they tried their best to delay, almost no one thought they could survive it.
Unless a miracle happens.
Unexpectedly, a miracle really happened. Two quarters of an hour later, the chill that touched my soul suddenly disappeared.
After waiting for half an hour in excitement and panic, a pair of big hands lifted the lid of the cauldron away, and everyone saw the light of day again.
Then they were taken to this newly designated camp by spaceship, and hundreds of wooden sheds were built within a few miles. There is a shanty for every thirty or forty people, and they are managed separately.
The four hundred disciples of the weapon refinement workshop and the six hundred or so women from Hualou were also shackled and imprisoned in this place.
The demon clan did not give any explanation for this, so various rumors spread. Some people thought that Pei Jian was being alarmist at that time, and that his so-called extraction of the source of life was even more ridiculous; others speculated that there might be some mistakes in the refining of the giant cauldron, which allowed everyone to escape. After the leaks in the Fushou Cauldron are checked and filled, sooner or later everyone will send them back to the cauldron to continue the unfinished disaster of the previous time.
The latter statement is more accepted by those prisoners who were born in Hong Tan Society.
This is why there have been so many suicides in recent days. You're all going to die anyway, so why take advantage of that old monster? Why should I extend your life if I own my own life?
Even if True Lord Han Rui of the human race came to refute the rumors yesterday, saying that everyone was just cooperating in testing some of the effects of the giant cauldron and had no intention of killing them, it did not curb the spread of this momentum.
…
When Yang Zhen bent down and entered the shanty, there were already people inside.
Pei Jian sat on his bed like a clay sculpture, holding the beaded flower in his hand, lost in thought.
The man who stood up the day before yesterday and single-handedly stopped a catastrophe was now back to the state he was in when he heard the bad news, with straight eyes and a haggard expression.
"Brother Pei." Yang Zhen said hello to him with a gloomy face.
Pei Jian turned a deaf ear.
"Senior Sister Chen is dead." Yang Zhen said suddenly.
Pei Jian still had no reaction. Suddenly, his body was shaken and he said in a hoarse voice: "Senior Sister Chen? Which Senior Sister Chen?"
"The one who spoke to you the day before yesterday."
"What?" Pei Jian stood up suddenly, walked quickly to the young man, and asked sternly: "What did you just say!"
"Senior Sister Chen is dead," Yang Zhen gently pushed away the big hand that grabbed her collar: "I heard that she committed suicide. I just saw it from a distance on the way back."
The seven-foot man's eyes instantly turned red!
Pei Jian was very popular among the helmsmen in Green Ridge Village. The three female foundation-building cultivators in the group all secretly liked this powerful and heroic helmsman.
It wasn't that he didn't know anything, it was just that he had a certain intention. He had already made a vow to each other with the junior sister named Lan'er.
Junior Sister Chen endured the humiliation in Hualou, perhaps to see him again and fulfill Senior Sister Xue's entrustment. Now that my wish has been fulfilled, and the road ahead is definitely a dead end, I have long lost the intention to live any longer.
Many thoughts flashed through Pei Jian's mind, and he stumbled towards the door:
"Where is Junior Sister Chen? I want to go see her."
"The demon clan doesn't allow onlookers." Yang Zhen said, without raising a hand to stop him.
"I'm afraid of him!" Pei Jian showed his fierce look and roared loudly.
…
Pei Jian didn't get to see Junior Sister Chen one last time. After rushing out of the shed, he was stopped by two men.
One is tall and the other is short, both dressed in brown robes. The taller one is in the late Zifu cultivation period, and the short one is in the middle Zifu period.
"Are you Pei Jian?" the tall man in brown clothes asked.
"It's your grandpa!" Pei Jian glared.
"Oh, you have such a bad mouth! How can you be so eloquent with such a mouthful? Someone else taught you, right?" The tall man smiled evilly and raised his hand to the short man: "Take it away! "
The short man in brown clothes strode forward, struck Pei Jian on the head with lightning speed, and then threw the fainted strong man into the spirit beast bag. He glanced at Yang Zhen who was following him, and there was something in his eyes. No warning.
The two of them walked towards a tall tent a few hundred feet away.
That's the Watcher's headquarters.
…
After the two people entered the tent, Yang Zhen followed them without hesitation.
There are wooden shacks one after another in this place, but most of them are empty. Occasionally, people see Yang Zhen passing by, but they all have blank expressions and turn a blind eye.
He quickly came to the wooden shed closest to the tent and squatted down in an inconspicuous corner. A rough estimate is that there is still about seventy feet away.
"Yiyi," Yang Zhen called softly, "can you hear the conversation inside?"
"There's a fourth-level snake monster in there," Xiao Xiancao's voice rang in his mind: "It's even soundproofed!"
"Can't you hear it?" Yang Zhen looked at the dense grass around her, feeling disappointed.
It is not difficult to tell from the conversation just now that the two people's search for Pei Jian must be related to what he said in the giant cauldron the day before yesterday. If Pei Jian accidentally gave herself away...
Maybe the demon clan would kill him as a warning to others and kill him on the spot.
Even if you save your life, you will be registered with the demon clan and become a loser. Some things may not be convenient for you to do...
So, he has to know what's going on inside so he can deal with it.
Yang Zhen has a grand plan. He wants to save everyone here.
Early this morning, Xiao Qingshi returned to his side. Through Zhao Yue'er's narration, he knew the whole story:
Li Daitao was stunned, so he took the last step and replaced the top-grade spiritual stone with a high-grade spiritual stone. The formation quickly lost power and had to be stopped...
Yiyi's method is not ingenious.
However, this also confirmed the authenticity of the second rumor. It is impossible for the demon clan to give up just now. I am afraid that the second refining will not take place until a few days.
He couldn't just watch these prisoners die.
Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect? I have shared joys and sorrows with these people for two months, getting along day and night, and it is impossible not to have any feelings.
In particular, the gentlemen of the Hong Tanhui, headed by Pei Jian, are bold and courageous. They are all warm-blooded and good men who are worth getting to know.
How could he allow such a person to become a medicinal material in the cauldron for the monster to use as he pleases?
Of course, the premise of all this is that Pei Jian is trustworthy and did not betray him.
"I can hear it," Yi Yi said with some reluctance in his lazy voice, "That soundproofing formation is not very good. Now, your brother Pei has come out of the spirit beast bag and is being questioned by them. !」
"What did he say?" Yang Zhen asked anxiously.
Yiyi remained silent, and after a long time, she said faintly: "He didn't say anything, he kept scolding him, and all he scolded was the words he said the day before yesterday..."
"So, they didn't suspect you. Now, they have released him."
…
September 5th
The crisp autumn air moistens all things.
Although it is not a perfect auspicious day like the first day of September, the Lord Shengzun does not want to wait any longer. When Gu Zheng reported yesterday that the re-inspection of the Fortune and Shou Cauldron was completed, he issued an oral order to continue the unfinished business of the previous few days today.
For his level of cultivation, one drop of the water of life can extend his life by one year, but he can only take it once in his life. The maximum amount he can take now is one thousand drops.
This requires about 10,000 foundation-building monks as medicinal materials.
It's not that monks with other cultivation levels cannot be added, but the closer the properties of the "medicinal materials" are, the purer the refined spiritual liquid will be, and the better the effect will naturally be.
This is the same principle as alchemy.
In addition, there are many things to pay attention to when refining the water of life. For example, you cannot pour poison into these monks in advance, beat them to death, destroy their cultivation, etc. These will greatly affect the quality of the "medicinal materials" and may even fail to refine them.
In addition, letting them take any drugs that stimulate their souls and are bloodthirsty and murderous will also reduce the efficacy of the drugs.
The best way is to let these people kill each other. When they are in a desperate situation and fight desperately, the potential stimulated is equivalent to a perfect tempering of vitality, and the effect is equivalent to the extraction of medicinal liquid during alchemy.
These rules are not only known to the Demon Lord, but also to Yiyi who has awakened the memory of his past life.
This gave Yang Zhen the opportunity to save everyone.
Once the lid of the cauldron is closed and the demon master loses control of the situation inside the cauldron, Yang Zhen can release Zixue, Zhao Yue'er and others from the bluestone, and use the anesthesia in Yiyi to stun or knock down these prisoners, and then Throw them into the bluestone space one by one.
This process will not take too long, and they have had this experience several times in the past few years, so they are familiar with it.
The only difference is that there are too many monks. Fortunately, they are all shackled, so it is not troublesome to control them.
As for whether there is no one in the cauldron, the Demon Lord will find out later. They also have ways to deal with it.
This is why Yang Zhen still persuaded Yiyi and others to stay after getting the best spiritual stone.
For the lives of these ten thousand people, this risk is worth taking!
Everything is ready, just waiting for the day when the Fushou Cauldron will be activated again!
…
At the beginning of the month, a Zifu monk suddenly broke into each shanty. The prisoners were still sleeping, and the meridians in their bodies had been sealed!
At Chen Shi, nearly 500 prisoners were taken from other places, and their meridians were also sealed. The number of prisoners once again reached an integer of 10,000!
At this time, all the prisoners followed the flying boat to the giant cauldron and were thrown into the belly of the cauldron again.
At seven o'clock, the cauldron lid began to slowly lower. At the same time, all the prisoners discovered that the sealed meridians on their bodies were loosening.
At noon, just as the lid of the tripod was about to close, ten men in black descended from the sky holding magic weapons!
With restrained energy and impressive momentum, every cultivation level is at least in the middle stage of Zifu!
A distant voice came from above:
"You will kill all these 10,000 death row prisoners within two hours!"
"Kill the first five to avoid death!"
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