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A big living person turned into coke in an instant. This scene is really terrifying.
The other stone-pickers saw it, shaking in shock.
But those disciples of the Ten Fangjian sentiments were very calm, even indifferent.
"Mark the place you just walked by."
Among the disciples of Shifangjian School, a young man with dark skin and ruthless face ordered.
This ruthless young man is Brother Zheng, who was a disciple of the former Shifangjian School, Zheng Qian.
He didn't look at the stone pickers. The stone pickers in his eyes were nothing but ants and tools for use.
His eyes stared at the dead volcano ahead, fiery.
"According to the records left by the ancestors, it is true here, Fire Spirit Milk, I must get it, as long as I get Fire Spirit Milk, my flesh will definitely be able to practice to Second Grade. In that way, my strength will increase greatly Able to win ten consecutive victories on the bronze platform and get on the bronze list."
"I haven't even broken through the second-grade flesh, but I can take it to a higher level. Three hundred years ago, my ancestors got fire spirits here. Now, three hundred years later, the amount of fire spirits must have accumulated a lot. If there is enough Its not impossible to break through the third-grade flesh with a large amount. Haha, then, to what extent can my combat power be improved?"
Zheng Qian thought enthusiastically.
"Yes, Brother Zheng!"
The disciples of the Shifangjian School responded, and then a bunch of white powder was thrown and sprinkled on the place where the big man had just passed, forming a safe route.
"Now, you, go find the way."
The disciples of Shifangjian School pointed to a young man in his 20s.
The young man's face was pale, desperate, and cold sweating, shouting: "I beg you, let me go, I beg you."
"Ahai, young heroes, please let him go, let me replace him, he is still young!"
An old man with gray hair stepped out and knelt on the ground with a thump, kowtowing.
"Grandpa, don't, you can't go!"
"Let me come, let me come, please let go of Ahai, he is still young!"
The old man seemed to hear no words from the youth and continued to kowtow.
"Oh? A pair of affectionate grandpas and grandpas, okay, the grandpa will be on the side of the net, old man, let's explore the way!"
A student with a collapsed nose and ten square swords waved his hand.
"Grandpa, Grandpa, don't go."
The young man's tears stayed and shouted.
"Ahai, Grandpa is old, it doesn't matter, but you must live."
The old man urged the young man, and then headed forward, without knowing his head.
The youth looked desperately.
Two hundred meters ahead, the old man walked past, very safe, the old man passed smoothly.
Walking here, the old man carefully avoided the place where the magma was before and moved on.
But he hadn't walked out for a hundred meters. When the old man stepped on it, the ground suddenly cracked and the old man fell off.
Immediately, there was a scream of sternness, and after a few breaths, there was no sound.
The young man shouted in despair.
The other stone-pickers were in a state of confusion, and their faces were bloodless.
Zheng Qian continued to order.
A mass of white powder was thrown out, marking the road to safety, and the dangerous place.
"You, your turn, go up!"
Disappointed disciples of Shifangjian sent a finger to the former youth.
The young man's complexion changed and shouted: "Just now, my grandfather has taken over for me. You guys... why do you still call me to go?"
"Go for you? I never said that he went for you. He asked him to go first. Of course I have to satisfy him. Now it's your turn."
The disciples of Shifangjian sent their noses coldly, with a hint of playfulness on their faces.
The other disciples of the Shifangjian School looked at them indifferently.
"No, no, you can't do this, you can't do this, I don't go, I don't go."
The young man shook his head nonstop, hissing.
Other stone-picking people were stunned. They did not dare to say a word, for fear of being noticed by the disciples of Shifangjian School.
The disciples of Shifangjian sent their noses cold, and grinned: "If you don't go, don't go, now you will be sent to the road to accompany your grandfather."
The war sword waved, and the cold murderous opportunity enveloped the youth.
There was a panic in the youth's eyes, and eventually he shivered forward.
When the young man walked forward dozens of meters, he suddenly fled to the side insanely.
"Want to escape, to death!"
Disappointed Shifangjian sent his disciples to scream, exhale, and held the sword in both hands, slashing towards the young man who had fled.
A sword qi burst out, instantly spanning a distance of tens of meters, cutting the escaped youth into two halves.
"I said, you obediently went to find the way, and you still have a chance to live. You want to escape. There is only one way to die." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel⟡fire.net
The disciples of the Shifangjian sent their disciples to sneer, then pointed again and said, "You, look for the way."
The pointed person walked out desperately, trembling forward, hoping that he would be lucky and able to come to an end.
But the result is still dead.
In this way, one by one picked up the stone and went forward to find the way, one by one died in the flame magma.
But the safe route was also slowly detected.
The closer to the extinct volcano, the more dangerous, the more unstable the underground.
More than 30 stone-picking people died in a flash.
At this time, there are still about 100 meters away from the extinct volcano.
Several people were called to investigate, and finally, a complete and safe road appeared.
"You guys, can we go now?"
There were ten stone pickers left, someone asked quietly.
"Go? Where do you go? The news here can't be leaked."
Zheng Qian, who had never spoken, said.
"Wh... what? What do you mean?"
The stone picker's face changed a lot.
"What do you mean? You are all going to die!"
The nose-folding Shifangjian sent his disciples to grin.
"No, no, you said that as long as you find a safe way, let us go. You can't do this. You are disciples of the Ten Fangjian School, and you have to talk about credit."
"No, I don't want to die, I curse you, not to die!"
More than ten stone pickers had already given birth to hope, and at this time they looked desperate again and shouted frantically.
"Curse us? You also know that we are disciples of the Ten Fangjian faction, who dares to kill us."
The disciples of the Fangjian sword sneered.
"Huh? There's someone there, who's coming here."
Suddenly a disciple of the Ten Fang Swords cried out.
The rest looked over there involuntarily.
At the back right, a young figure is coming here step by step.
This figure, about fifteen or sixteen years old, has a slender figure and a clear face, but his eyes are very cold and terrible.
This young man is naturally Lu Ming.