The best golden pupil

Chapter 1070
The mysterious vein has been controlled by monks. Although it has not been discovered and mined for a long time, it has brought many surprises to Hongmeng. There are hundreds of spirit stones.

The personnel mining here, without exception, are all soldiers, and some disciples of Hongmeng, so that the secrecy will be strong and the benefits can be distributed.

Training outside is also training, and mining can also be exercised. Although it is a bit hard, the treatment given by the state is so generous that it makes people jealous, and Hongmeng disciples also have spirit stones.

Under such temptations, many staff members are full of enthusiasm and work very hard every day. Few people supervise, and some even scramble to mine.

In this vein, although it is very boring, there are some magic, surprises, and strange discoveries every day. In this atmosphere, the relationship between the two has become very harmonious.

In addition to these staff, there are also some special people such as prisoners, Hercules, barbarians, and some failed biochemical experiments, half-genes, and Momins.

This category of people is the lowest and is called slaves.

From this point, it can be seen that the country is not a vegetarian, and if some people are picked out casually, it will make monks jealous, and this is still a failure, incomplete.

With that technology, are there really successful people?
It is estimated that very few people know.

The most special thing among them is Momins, a pure-blooded blood prince and powerful vampire, who was also arrested for mining, which surprised the slaves.

They are basically from foreign countries and know a lot. The name of the vampire is so loud that they used to be terrified, but now, they can only laugh and sneer.

Momins was used to seeing the faces of these people, but there was a strong resentment in his eyes, sometimes ferocious, sometimes calm, as if he was insane.

His arms have grown, but they are very fragile, and he may not be able to restore his former hands in his life, and his hard body has become dilapidated, as if the oil has run out.

Cursed, resentful, unwilling...!
This is what he accumulates every day, and part of it is given by those slaves. In the daily boring and tiring, he laughs at Momins as the only interest of the slaves, and he never tires of it.

This is like a group of lowly slaves, suddenly there is a former king. This difference in status has become a laughing stock among the slaves, like a tiger falling into peace... being bullied by a dog.

"My prince, I worked very hard today. It seems that the beating I received the day before yesterday has left me with a long memory. In other words, I didn't beat enough yesterday, why don't I do it again today!"

There were several tall black men with cunning faces.

Those sarcastic, twisted, and perverted voices reached Momins' ears, but he gritted his teeth and endured the humiliation.

His cultivation base was sealed, his body was broken, and he couldn't beat these people at all. He couldn't count the beatings alone. It was like eating and drinking, three small beatings a day, and one severe beating every three days.

It's all about Ning Tao, Wudang faction, and Hongmeng. If you let me go out, I will definitely wash your blood. As long as... as long as I get the cup, everything... There is hope!

Momins expects in his heart, this is his belief in survival.

Clenched and pouted, mixed with monstrous resentment, as if capable of polluting and destroying a world, smashing it down hard.

"clang……!"

"Aah...!"

Suddenly, there were some inexplicable screams. Momins froze, and suddenly looked behind him. The next second, his pupils shrank, and he saw an acquaintance.

"B... Lu... Ke," I saw him grit his teeth.

Hearing this, the little old man smiled smugly, and said in a funny tone: "My lord, the leader of the Demon Party, you have had a good time, please forgive me for being so late."

When Momins heard the words, his face was ferocious, and he said harshly: "You actually betrayed me and took refuge in Clark."

Hearing this, Brooke smiled slightly and said, "My lord prince, I am loyal to you. No, I am here to...rescue you at great risk."

Momins narrowed his eyes, and looked at the slave who had been sucked dry of blood, and the monk's corpse in the distance. Everything was crushed like a shattered corpse, which could be called a feast of strength.

"My lord prince, let's go quickly, lest Hongmeng reinforcements come, and you will suffer again in the meantime," Brooke went to catch Momins with a dry smile, extremely fast.

Seeing this, the latter did not resist, because he was now a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and he had no power to resist.

"Whose hand is the cup of God now?"

Hearing this, Brooke grabbed him, and now he had the bottom line in his heart, and said with a smirk, "Of course it's in the hands of Chief Clark. He's very interested in you now..."

When Momins heard this, his pupils shrank. Based on his calculations, he had already guessed that Cao Bin was now controlled by Clark, and the God Cup was in his body. He wanted to know the secret to save himself!

"Plop... plop...!"

"Prince... save... Plop...!"

Suddenly, something strange happened. More than a dozen elite vampires suddenly fell down, and their bodies were gradually covered by a layer of white substance, which looked like... petrification!
"Damn...what bit me?" A blood race suddenly yelled, and grabbed a thumb-sized white bug from his back. It was fleshy and didn't look dangerous.
Brook's face was gloomy, he looked at the subordinates who fell on the ground, and then at the bug. However, he suddenly realized that the vampire had turned into petrification.

"Be careful with those bugs, they will petrify... Go away," Brooke screamed, grabbing Mommins and running outside.

But at this moment, the little sheep, like Momins, suddenly turned into crows all over the sky. When it reappeared, it was already ten meters away, but it seemed that it was not far from death.

Brook was stunned for a moment, with a look of astonishment on his face. How could he still be able to use the secret technique? His cultivation base...the God's Cup...yes...it must be the power of the God's Cup. He must know some kind of huge secret.

When he thought of this, his eyes showed greed. Seeing Momins staggering and running inward, he immediately grinned and shot away violently.

"Whizzing……!"

Suddenly, many white bean sprouts appeared all over the sky, but they were actually those little bugs, each of which began to swell for no reason, like small springs, lasing indiscriminately.

"Not good." Seeing this, Brooke's face changed drastically, and he quickly retreated. In his sight, Momins was wrapped in white worms, rolled down to the depths, and disappeared instantly.

"Where is the evildoer, dare to offend my primordial spirit, kill without mercy!" A group of powerful monks suddenly rushed out and started killing directly. The matter of the mine veins must not be leaked.

"Damn...retreat," Brook roared under internal and external troubles, calling for the rest of the vampires to retreat.

And the white worms in this area are also coming more and more, and they are getting bigger and bigger. I don't know where they come from, let alone what they are?
The entire busy mine was in a mess, and more and more people died. They all underestimated these bugs, and gradually turned into a stone statue, as if petrified...!
Outside the mine lode, there is a mysterious and ancient person, who seems to have come from a distant fairyland, standing ethereal, with an extraordinary bearing, but his eyes are absent-minded.

Like memories, like thinking, like sudden...!
He didn't care about the chaos in it, that kind of intangible temperament, as if standing on the top, overwhelming the world, there seemed to be a whirlpool in himself, devouring the sky and the earth...!
And looking at his face, it turned out to be Uncle Tim!

I saw him suddenly wake up from the daze, his eyes flickering faintly, and he muttered in his mouth: "The ghosts linger...!"

A gust of wind blew away the green smoke, and no one was seen.

In just a moment, a sword light came at an extremely fast speed, like a dragon swimming between heaven and earth, its speed was astonishingly fast.

It only paused here for a moment, and then cut through the sky, chasing in one direction, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Where it disappeared, the space was torn apart, and there was a thin black line that grew out of nowhere and gradually healed.

(End of this chapter)