He didn't know whether the other party had beaten him casually for a few hours. In short, when he woke up again, there was almost no perfect place on his body, and he couldn't even use the strength to move his fingers.

After lying for three days, he finally recovered a little strength. He used his trembling fingers to take out the healing pill that Gu Fenghua personally refined from the storage bracelet - God blessed. Because his strength was too low, the other party even saved his body search. Otherwise, he would have to lie down like this, lying motionless until he died.

After taking the holy pill, he lay down for another three days before he got up and staggered away from the ruined sect. Until this time, he didn't even know what the sect was called, and why the disaster caused the destruction of the sect was caused by whom.

He only knew that for him, it was clearly a disaster. But no matter what, he saved his life in the end. As the saying goes, there will be blessings in the future if he survives a great disaster. Young Master Fang is still full of hope for his own path to a strong man.

At that time, he didn't know that his miserable life had just begun.

A month after leaving that sect, his injuries finally healed, and at the same time, he also welcomed the blessing he had been looking forward to - he met a noble man. The noble man told him that his sect was recruiting disciples, and his bones were very good and qualified, and he could be called a once-in-a-lifetime cultivation genius. If he was willing to join their sect, he would not only become a core disciple, but also receive the personal teachings of the sect leader. If nothing unexpected happens, sooner or later he will be able to inherit the sect leader's legacy and take the position of the sect leader.

At that moment, Master Fang almost cried with joy. Without thinking, he followed the noble man to a better tomorrow. A few days later, he arrived at a towering mountain surrounded by spiritual energy and fairy clouds. Two cold iron chains were placed on his hands and feet, and locked into a small black room.

At the beginning, he thought this was the unique introductory assessment of the Wuji Shengtian Sect. After all, the sages had said long ago: God is about to descend to this person, he must first suffer his mind and mind, starve his body, exhaust his muscles and bones, starve his body, and be empty and useless. He will do what he does, so he will be moved and endure his nature and increase what he cannot...

In order to one day inherit the legacy of the sect leader and ascend to the sect leader, what does it matter if Guanguan’s small black room or something?

But soon, he knew that he was wrong. The towering mountain surrounded by a rich spiritual energy in his eyes was actually a spirit stone mine, and what he had to do next was mining.

So, he had a bitter mind and a hungry body, and his muscles and bones were exhausted, and so on. But he could gain what he could not... He didn't know if he had gained something, but he only knew that every day he would gain bloody whip marks on his body.

What a bullshit noble person, then he is clearly a liar!

With great sorrow and anger, Young Master Fang began his career as a black miner. He was whipped day after day, and gradually became numb and desperate.

He thought that he would spend his entire life in the dark mine pit, and eventually turned into a pile of bones, companioning the cold spirit stones. Who knew that at this moment, God opened his eyes.

The two sects fought for the spirit stone mine, and they killed it in a dim sky, the sun and the moon were gone.

Frightened, Young Master Fang was frightened again. He pursed his lips tightly, shivered involuntarily, held his head in his arms, curled up in a ball, and chanted the four-word mantra in his mouth: I can't see I can't see I can't see I can't see I can't see I can't see I can't see I can't see I can't see I can't see I can't see...
Chapter completed!