Chapter 90 The Weak Are Like Ants

A big living person turned into coke in an instant. This scene is really terrifying.

When the other stone pickers saw it, they were shaking with fright.

But the expressions of those Shifang Sword Sect disciples were very calm, even indifferent.

"Mark the place where you just walked."

Among the disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect, a young man with slightly dark skin and a grim expression commanded.

This cold-hearted young man was the senior brother Zheng, who was called by the disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect before, Zheng Gan.

He didn't even look at those stone pickers. In his eyes, these stone pickers were just ants and tools for use.

His eyes were fixed on the extinct volcano in front of him, and it was fiery.

"According to the records left by my ancestors, this is right here, fire spirit milk, I must get it, as long as I get fire spirit milk, my physical body will definitely be able to cultivate to the second rank. To be able to win ten consecutive games on the bronze stage, to be on the bronze list."

"It's not even breaking through the second-grade physical body, but it can also go to the next level. Three hundred years ago, our ancestors got the fire spirit milk here. Now that three hundred years have passed, the amount of fire spirit milk must have accumulated a lot. If there is enough It’s not impossible to break through the third-rank physical body, haha, how can my combat power be improved in that way?”

Zheng Qian thought frantically.

"Yes, Senior Brother Zheng!"

The disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect responded, and then clumps of white powder were thrown out and sprinkled on the place where the big man just walked, forming a safe route.

"Now, you, go and explore the way."

The disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect pointed to a young man in his twenties.

The young man's face was suddenly pale, his face was desperate, and he was sweating coldly, and shouted: "I beg you, let me go, I beg you."

"Ahai, young heroes, please let Ahai go and let me replace him, he is still young!"

A gray-haired old man walked out, knelt on the ground with a plop, and kowtowed.

"grandfather,

No, you can't go! "

cried the young man.

"Let me come, let me come, please let go of Ah Hai, he is still young!"

The old man continued to kowtow as if he did not hear the young man's words.

"Oh? What a loving pair of grandfathers and grandchildren, well, the young master will let you go, old man, go explore the way!"

A slumped-nosed disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect waved his hand.

"Grandpa, grandpa, don't go."

The youth burst into tears and shouted loudly.

"Ahai, grandpa is old, it doesn't matter, but you must live."

The old man told the young man, and then he walked forward without turning his head.

The young man looked desperately.

Two hundred meters ahead, the big man walked past, very safe, and the old man passed smoothly.

When he came here, the old man carefully avoided the place where the magma was sprayed before and continued to move forward.

But before walking 100 meters, when the old man stepped on it, the ground suddenly cracked, and the old man fell directly.

Immediately, there was a shrill scream, and after a few breaths, there was no sound.

"grandfather!"

The young man roared in despair.

The other stone pickers were even more flustered, their faces bloodless.

"make a mark!"

Zheng Qian continued to instruct.

Swish! Swish!

Clouds of white powder were thrown out, marking the safe way and the dangerous place.

"You, it's your turn, go up!"

The slumped-nosed Shifang Sword Sect disciple pointed at the young man before.

The young man's face changed horribly, and he shouted, "Just now, my grandfather has gone in my place, you...why did you still ask me to go?"

"Going for you? I never said that he went for you. He asked to go first. Of course I want to satisfy him. Now it's your turn."

The slumped-nosed Shifang Sword Sect disciple said coldly, with a playful look on his face.

The other disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect looked on with indifference.

"No, no, you can't do this, you can't do this, I'm not going, I'm not going."

The young man kept shaking his head and hissed.

The other stone pickers were silent, not daring to say a word, for fear of being noticed by the disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect.

"Don't go?"

The slumped-nosed Shifang Sword Sect disciple turned cold and grinned, "You don't want to go, right? If you don't go, I'll send you on your way now to accompany your damn grandfather."

With a wave of the sword, an icy murderous intent enveloped the young man's body.

There was a look of horror in the young man's eyes, and he finally moved forward with trembling.

When the young man walked several dozen meters forward, he suddenly fled to one side frantically.

"Want to escape, seek death!"

The slumped-nosed disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect shouted loudly, exhaled loudly, held the sword in both hands, and slashed towards the escaped youth.

call out!

A sword qi burst out and instantly crossed a distance of tens of meters, slicing the escaped youth in half.

"I said, you go to explore the road obediently, and there is still a chance to survive. If you want to escape, there is only one way to die."

The slumped-nosed disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect sneered, then pointed again and said, "You, go explore the way."

The person who was pointed out walked out in despair, trembling forward, hoping that he would be lucky enough to come to the end.

But the result is still death.

In this way, one by one, they picked up stones and went forward to explore the way, and one by one died in the flames of magma.

But safe routes are slowly being explored.

The closer you get to an extinct volcano, the more dangerous it is and the more unstable the ground is.

More than 30 stone pickers died in the blink of an eye.

At this time, there are still about 100 meters away from the extinct volcano.

A few more 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, and someone asked in a low voice.

"Go? Where are you going? The news here can't be leaked."

Zheng Gan, who had not spoken for a long time, spoke up.

"W-what? What do you mean?"

The stone-picker's face changed drastically.

"What do you mean? You are all going to die!"

The disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect with a flat nose grinned.

"No, no, you said that as long as you find a safe way, you will let us go. You can't do this. You are disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect, so you can't be trustworthy."

"I beg you!"

"No, I don't want to die, I curse you, don't die!"

More than a dozen stone pickers had already given birth to hope, but at this time they looked desperate and screamed madly.

"Curse us? You also know that we are disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect, who would dare to kill us."

The flat-nosed Shifang Sword Sect disciple sneered.

"Huh? There is a person there, coming this way."

Suddenly, a disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect called out.

The rest of the people couldn't help but look over there.

In the back right, a young figure is walking towards this side step by step.

This figure, about fifteen or sixteen years old, has a slender body and a handsome face, but his eyes are now extremely cold and terrifyingly cold.

This young man was naturally Lu Ming.

(End of this chapter) Dragon King of Wandao