616 Lingqiong Continent

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Lin Qi’s predecessor left a lot of books in the underground palace. Feng Ming happened to see the description of this kind of ore in one of the books. Now that he knew that this was the Blood Sun Dark Iron Mine, he was immediately furious. Damn

the Feiling Sect, a bunch of bastards, their own disciples are treasures, but the cultivators outside are not treated as human beings?

The book records that it is no problem for cultivators to stay in the Blood Sun Dark Iron Mine for a short time. The cultivators’ own vitality can resist the erosion of poisonous gas, but problems will arise over time.

And what about the cultivators who are mining here now? Even their cultivation base was restricted, they couldn't use their own energy, and they didn't have the slightest resistance to the poison gas.

Their bodies were exposed from the inside out and soaked in the poison gas environment. How many years could such a cultivator live?

Feiling Sect sent these cultivators here as miners, clearly not wanting them to have a chance to leave alive.

And it was unknown how long this mine had been mined. How many batches of cultivators had been sent here as miners, and their bones were buried here after death?

"What a bunch of bastards!" Feng Ming was so angry that he cursed in Bai Qiaomo's head, and his whole body was shaking with anger. This was much worse than the five waste sects.

Bai Qiaomo's eyes were also cold, and he patted Feng Ming's back to comfort him. These high-ranking officials of Feiling Sect and all the disciples who knew about it really deserved to die.

"Did you take pictures of the photo stones?"

Feng Ming nodded repeatedly. Even if he didn't take pictures, he would go back and take pictures again. If he didn't make everything here public, he would not be named Feng. Let's see how Feiling Sect can still have the face to claim to be the leader of the righteous path in the future.

A sect that is completely dark and rotten from the inside to the outside!

"Let's go, take pictures of the situation inside, and take pictures of everything if we want to take pictures."

"Okay." Feng Ming gritted his teeth and replied.

The two used a sleight of hand and sent the photo stone down, just to take a clearer picture of the ore that was undergoing preliminary refining in the boiler.

As they got closer, they could see that the ore inside was blood-colored, which was the characteristic of Blood-Yang Dark Iron.

Feng Ming tried to suppress his anger, and recalled the purpose of this ore in his mind: "Most of the Blood-Yang Dark Iron refined by Fei Ling Sect is used to trade with the outside world, or even with those space pirates. I remember that higher-grade shuttles need to use this Blood-Yang Dark Iron."

Bai Qiaomo nodded: "Not only shuttles, but Blood-Yang Dark Iron can even be used to create ninth-grade spiritual tools. This is obviously a rich mine, and there must be Blood-Yang Dark Iron in it."

While clapping, a cultivator next to the pot suddenly fell down.

The other cultivators who were working here, seeing this, carried the people aside with indifferent expressions, because it would not be long before they would also become the ones who fell.

Feng Ming and Bai Qiaomo could both see that the cultivator and the miner who was moved aside still had their last breath. Feng Ming was so angry that he almost rushed out.

He was furious, but the supervisor over there felt that these miners were too troublesome and not at all worry-free. He

ran over with curses, and whipped up the miner who seemed to have no breath, and flew in one direction.

Feng Ming and Bai Qiaomo immediately followed, and saw that the disciple flew to a hollowed-out mine hole and threw the miner in.

Feng Ming gnashed his teeth in anger, and his eyes became colder and colder, because the pit was full of corpses.

When the disciple returned, he was still cursing, saying that the slaves sent were not durable at all, and that they should send better slaves next time.

The disciple flew away, and Feng Ming and Bai Qiaomo rushed down to rescue him.

The miner was not dead yet, and perhaps in the eyes of the supervisor, he was already dead. Even if they knew he was half dead, they would not spend money to save him.

Perhaps for the Feiling Sect, it would be more cost-effective to spend the same money to buy a few more slaves instead of spending money to save the miner.

Feng Ming first gave the cultivator a pill to replenish his vitality. After seeing that his aura had become stronger, he fed him a detoxifying pill and a healing pill.

After saving Xie Yinghua and Lin Yi, Feng Ming no longer emptied out his low-level pills casually. He would consciously refine some and put them in his storage ring. Now, they are coming in handy.

The meridians and dantian of this cultivator's body were corroded and shrunk by the poison gas. Even with Feng Ming's top-grade pills, it would take time to fully recover.

But the man was revived by Feng Ming.

When the cultivator fell down, he was still conscious. He thought there was no chance of waking up again.

He knew that the body was dumped here by the supervisor, but he never expected that someone would show up and use the best elixir to treat him.

Even though his body has not fully recovered at this moment, he feels better than ever.

The cultivator spoke with a dry and hoarse voice: "Who are you? You saved me, you are not disciples of this sect, right? You should leave quickly, I can't implicate you."

Bai Qiaomo picked up the man and dragged him away from the place where the bodies were dumped. He couldn't talk to the cultivator next to a pile of corpses.

He found another place to put the cultivator down and set up a barrier to prevent him from being discovered by others. The cultivator didn't say a word from beginning to end and cooperated very well. He didn't want to expose the people who saved him.

After being put down, the cultivator hurriedly urged them to leave.

Feng Ming waved his hand and said, "Since we can get in, we can certainly leave safely. You don't have to worry. Can you tell us where you are from? How did you get to this continent? Who sent you here?"

The cultivator was silent for a while, then smiled bitterly: "My name is Yang Peng. It turns out that the two benefactors know the origins of us slaves. Yes, we are not from this Fengze Continent, but were forcibly captured by a group of villains and handed over to this sect called Feiling Sect. We were sent to this mine and have been unable to escape since then.

Many of my companions have fallen, and their bodies were thrown into the corpse pit just now. As far as I know, there are more than one such corpse pit."

"The continent where we originally lived has a nice name, called Lingqiong Continent. But ever since a group of evildoers descended from the sky, many cultivators in our Lingqiong Continent can no longer live the same life as before. They don't know when they will be captured by those evildoers. In the past,

I only knew that those who were taken away never came back, but I didn't know what they had experienced. It was not until I ended up like this that I knew what was going on."

Bai Qiaomo said, "Well, we will place you here first, where no one will find you, and then we will go explore the situation in the mineral vein."

"Benefactors..." Yang Peng didn't know what the two benefactors were going to do specifically.

Bai Qiaomo said, "That's it."

It was too early to say anything now. Feng Ming left some spiritual fruits that could nourish the body and left with Bai Qiaomo.

Seeing the two benefactors leave, Yang Peng fell to the ground. Although his eyes were no longer dead, he was also very confused. He didn't know what fate was waiting for him.

But who doesn't want to live well? Even if he dies, he wants to die in his hometown, Lingqiong Continent.

But does he still have a chance to go back?

Feng Ming was no longer angry and scolded, but was so angry that he didn't want to talk. His eyes became colder and colder, and murderous intent flashed from time to time. He really wanted to kill someone at this moment.

Bai Qiaomo grabbed Feng Ming's hand. He knew that he couldn't stop Feng Ming from dealing with this matter. Feng Ming was not that kind of person. If he encountered such an unfair thing, he would definitely deal with it to the end.

The two of them walked around the entire mining area. What they saw with their own eyes was not only the insanity, but also the hypocritical and shameless faces of the Feiling Sect.

During this period, the two of them rescued three cultivators who were in a similar situation to Yang Peng and sent them to Yang Peng.

The barrier there was to protect them and to prevent them from running away.

Although Feng Ming was so angry that he wanted to overthrow the entire Fei Ling Sect, he also knew that he couldn't act so rashly. Feng Ming squatted on the top of the mountain and said, "What should we do specifically?"

There are still hundreds of thousands of miners in this mine. Exposing the true face of Fei Ling Sect is one thing, but how to resettle and treat these people is also very important.

Otherwise, these cultivators will not survive. They will either be killed or die soon.

Bai Qiaomo touched Feng Ming's head and said calmly, "There is no way to send them back to Lingqiong Continent for the time being. We don't know what the situation is in Lingqiong Continent yet. We have to go there."

If you want to save people, you have to save them to the end. Otherwise, what's the point of saving them halfway? It's better not to save them and just turn around and leave.

Feng Ming nodded: "That means we have to place them here first, and find someone or a force to help take care of them. Well, let's go out and find that fellow Daoist Jiang and find out his background."

In this strange continent, the only person they had some communication with after they came here was Jiang Xinghe.

But they didn't know much about his situation, and they didn't know if they could rest assured to hand him over to them.

As for whether they were willing to take over, Feng Ming felt that with the reward he and Brother Bai paid, no one would refuse.

Bai Qiaomo said, "If that doesn't work, we'll find another place, set up a large formation, let them stay in the formation for a while, and then we'll come to pick them up."

Feng Ming stood up and said, "That's a good idea, let's go out first."

But he still preferred to cooperate with others. After all, he still had to expose the true face of Feiling Sect. With just him and Brother Bai, there was only so much they could do in this strange continent.

When they left, they took Yang Peng and the other four with them. After they went out, they first found a market town that was not in the territory of Feiling Sect, settled the four people down, and let them wait here.

The two left to find Jiang Xinghe, or a place suitable for settling these hundreds of thousands of people.

On the flying boat, Feng Ming released the four children, having sent them into the space before. He

usually thought they were a bit noisy, but now he heard them chattering and the Five Elements Flame came out to join in the fun, and Feng Ming's mood improved a little.

The four children didn't see the situation in the mine, but the Five Elements Flame stayed in Bai Qiaomo's body and saw it clearly.

The Five Elements Flame tried to give Feng Ming an idea: "Why don't I burn everything there? I promise to burn it clean for you, and no one can escape."

Feng Ming was speechless. Is this a question of burning it clean? If it is burned clean, what evidence will there be to incriminate Feiling Sect?

This is a bad idea.