Chapter 492: Means of Differentiation

In the dark mine cave, the supervisor Yasha and the others drove the monks together viciously.

Wuqi stood on a tall stalagmites, just like Lu Buwei stood at a high place to overlook the miners a few days ago. He looked at the thousands of monks below with one arm on his back and coldly. The mine cave was silent, and both the Yashas and these monks saw a trace of bad signs from Wuqi's face.

It was these monks who either came to Beiming to buy aquatic products, or accidentally entered Beiming. They were captured alive by Miaoying Palace and caught in the mine cave. After searching all of them, they did their jobs in cattle and horses, and even ate pigs and dogs. No matter what the purpose was, Wuqi came here and tried his best to improve their working and living conditions, and also saved them from the danger of being killed by Yasha.

Wuqi thought he had great kindness to these monks, but they actually repay him like this!

Taking a deep breath, Wuqi sent a message to the Yashas around them, asking them to identify the monks who had been completing their work in quality and quantity in the crowd these days. The IQ of these Yashas was slightly lower, but their talent and instinct were strong, just like the most loyal old dogs, and their memory was excellent. Dozens of Yashas soared into the sky with sword light, and flew around the heads of thousands of monks, pointing out hundreds of monks who were still insisting on completing their work these days.

With a command, these monks were taken by the Yashas. Wuqi glanced at these monks and said in a deep voice: "In the past few days, you have been doing your best to complete your work. You deserve rewards! From today on, you will be the foreman of the mine. You no longer need to work every day. All your quotas will be completed by your people!"

The hundreds of monks who were lifted out were stunned at first, and then suddenly became very happy. The monk with a softer bone was already kneeling on the ground and kowtowed to Wuqi to thank him. Some others also bowed deeply to Wuqi, with joyful smiles on their faces.

With a sneer, Wuqi pointed to the thousands of miners with complicated faces, either caring, secretly ridicule, cold and ruthless, or insensitive, and sent a message to the Yashas: "Beat them at will, don't break their muscles and bones, so that they can continue to mine."

The Yashas burst into laughter. In the past few days, Wuqi did not allow them to kill monks at will for fun, nor were they allowed to beat monks at will to play. The Yashas, ​​who were fierce and barbaric by nature, were already furious. Today, after Wuqi's instructions, these Yashas were happily picking up their swords and rushing to the crowd of monks.

As a result, before they could do anything, Wuqi snorted coldly. The Yakshas were shocked and hurriedly dropped their swords and pulled out the whip wrapped around their waists. With a harsh grin, nearly a thousand Yakshas rushed into the crowd, wielding the whip at the thousands of monks who were grinding the millers. The whip tore the air and made a harsh roar, causing thousands of monks to roll on the ground.

The Yakshas have great brute force, and they can often shatter a stone if they whip down. The monks' bodies are tough, and even if they are not specialized physical cultivation, their bodies are several times stronger than ordinary people. The Yakshas' whip made a loud "pa" sound on the monks, and a blood mark will be seen. The monks who had exhausted thousands of true energy did not dare to resist, so they could only hold their heads and twist and twitch on the ground, roar and struggle, and soon the ground was covered with blood stains dripping from their bodies.

The beating lasted for a full hour. Wuqi stood on the stalagmites and looked coldly at the monk who was beaten to pieces.

Among the thousands of monks, a few dozen physical cultivators could not stand the whipping of the Yashas like a storm. They fell to the ground, rolled their eyes, and their bodies were twitching like fish left by water. There were also some monks who specialized in practicing magic power. Their bodies were fragile. After a series of whipping, they would have fallen into a coma. If the monks had not had a long vitality, hundreds of times more than ordinary humans, the Yashas had already beaten them to death.

Taking a deep breath, Wuqi looked up coldly at the dark rock formations above the mine cave. He said coldly: "In the past few days, the people who mined the least or had not mined a piece of ore, I want one hundred of them to catch them!"

The Yashas smiled strangely and, in accordance with Wuqi's request, captured a hundred monks with no face. The Yashas were breathing heavily excitedly. They liked this violent beating, the smell of blood in the air, and the murderous intent emitted by the cold Wuqi.

"I have given you a chance!" Wuqi, with his hands behind his back, floated up straight, floating above the heads of the hundreds of monks who were picked out and looked scared: "But you don't cherish it! And there are some things in the world that cannot be done! If you do it, you have to pay the price!"

Fingering at the sky, Wuqi shouted sternly: "I don't care what Mr. Lu promised you or what benefits he gave you! Now, here, I make the decision! Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish. The fairy appointed me as the deputy general manager of the mine, and your wealth and life will be in my hands!"

Among the hundreds of monks selected, a short female cultivator rushed out crying and shouting. She fell to the ground and knelt at Wuqi's feet and cried: "Master, senior, Master, Master, is a little girl who is obsessed with the ghosts. Master, Master, Master, promised us that as long as we give you a little ugly look, he will give it to us..."

Wuqi looked at the female cultivator coldly, and pointed her finger at the female cultivator. The female cultivator's body floated out of thin air, and he grabbed her throat. The most vicious and cruel technique in the Purgatory Demon Sutra was used, Wuqi's palm moved slightly, and the woman's body suddenly twitched, and the howling howling of despair at the top of her lungs came from her mouth. In just a short moment, the woman's body turned into a bunch of ashes and drifted away.

A low-grade spirit stone fell from the flying ashes transformed by the female cultivator and jumped on the ground with a few "ding-ding-dinking" sounds.

A low-grade spirit stone is why this woman and other monks fight against Wuqi. A low-grade spirit stone is only valued by those cultivators in the innate realm, but in this mine, for a low-grade spirit stone, more than 90% of the cultivators followed the instructions of the deacon disciples around Lu Buwei, and secretly slacked off to give Wuqi a good look.

All the essence in the female cultivator's body was absorbed by Wuqi. The huge essence rushed into Wuqi's body and was quickly transformed into a rich demonic energy. The demonic energy in Wuqi's dantian quickly condensed, and in the blink of an eye the golden elixir began to appear. The dark air covered Wuqi's body, and Wuqi's body became hazy, and only a pair of red eyes appeared in the black air.

"Hehe" laughed strangely, Wuqiwu commanded it, and five black gases turned into overwhelming black nets and covered them downwards.

Ninety-nine monks screamed in unison. They recognized Wuqi's method - this is the most vicious method in the devil's way. They prey on seizing all the vitality of others and plundering all the power in the body of the immortal cultivator without leaving any room for anything to plunder all the power in the body of the immortal cultivator into their own.

As the saying goes, God has the virtue of being virtuous, he will leave a glimmer of life. Only the magical martial arts, and the most vicious, cruel, vicious and cruel magical martial arts, will plunder everything nakedly and not give people a chance to be reincarnated.

The black air covered the ninety-nine monks, and in the blink of an eye, their bodies all turned into ashes and dissipated. The huge amount of essence, blood and energy poured into Wuqi's body, and was transformed into the purgatory demon aura by his formed golden elixir. Soon, the purgatory demon baby was condensed again. The rich purgatory demon baby emitting the aura of rotten corpse rolled in Wuqi's body. He roared to the sky, and his boundless murderous intent swept across the entire mine cave.

"Give your face, shameless!"

Wuqi's voice rolled out like thunder from the dark demonic aura.

"What Mr. Lu can give you is a low-grade spirit stone, or more low-grade spirit stones!"

"I will not give you anything except food and water! I will only deprive you, only plunder, and the goal is your life."

"Be obedient and work hard to mine, you can live, enjoy drinking water and food. If you don't obedient and work hard to mine, you will die!"

The recondensed Purgatory Demon Infant rushed out of Wuqi's body with a rich magic light, soared into the sky with a sharp roar, and flew around thousands of monks quickly. Thousands of monks had high and low cultivation, the highest cultivation had the strength of low-level celestial immortals, and the lowest cultivation was only the golden elixir cultivation. But no matter their cultivation level was their energy, everyone exhausted all the power in their bodies. The Purgatory Demon Infant made a sharp cry, constantly lit up black lights, leaving a vicious purgatory curse in the souls and souls of these people.

With a sneer, Wuqi's thoughts moved slightly, and the bodies of thousands of monks who had been cursed by him sprayed a faint black magic flame at the same time.

The yin and cold are biting, but they are burning and hot. The strange demonic flames of the blending of hot and cold energy burned thousands of monks to roar, and some people even suffered from pain.

"From today, call me master!" Wuqi looked coldly at thousands of monks who were completely controlled by him.

Turning his head and looking at the monk who was standing aside and was selected as a supervisor at the beginning, Wuqi's tone became extremely kind and said to them: "From now on, you will call me the general manager. You are different from these people. You are human beings, they are just pigs and dogs!"

Taking a deep breath, Wuqi said in a long voice: "Repaying grievances with virtue, ha, that's so stupid! Repaying grievances with virtue and repaying grievances with righteousness, good, good!"

After the lessons of Yuanhuamen, Wuqi did things, and there was too much blood and ruthlessness out of thin air.

In Miaoying Palace, Fairy Miaoxin, who was sitting on a soft step, suddenly smiled. She pointed to Lu Buwei who was standing beside her and said coldly: "From the future, leave the mine to Wu Wang to do... Old guy, you are very good at serving people, and in the future you will be responsible for your master's diet and daily life. If you make any mistakes, hum!"

After a slight pause, Fairy Miaoxin smiled and said, "This Taoist Wu Wang is ruthless, and he is practicing the orthodox magic skills. Good, talent! Master just likes such cruel and ruthless people! Hear the order and let Taoist Wu Wang meet you!"

A maid responded immediately, turning into a black light and flew out.

Lu Buwei's face twitched, and his steady and concentrated gaze couldn't help but scatter.
Chapter completed!