2368 Enslavement unclaimed-1



The middle-aged cultivator squatted in the pit and dug with all his might. Even a cultivator like him was sweating profusely.

In a short time, a large pit was dug out in the ground, and soil was thrown everywhere.

At this time, he was looking at the raw gemstones with a happy expression and then threw them into his pocket.

To the middle-aged cultivator, this was a bountiful harvest he had never had before. Even if he was forced to leave in the end, it would not be a wasted trip.

The reason why he had suddenly given up on receiving his companions was because he had witnessed what had happened in the illusory formation. He knew that this forest was far more dangerous than he had imagined.

Under such circumstances, the middle-aged cultivator took a step back and decided to take another part of the raw gemstone Mine with him.

Even if he was forced to leave the forest, if he added the raw gemstone Mine he had obtained before, it would be enough for him to use for a few years.

After a few years, when his cultivation had improved, he would be able to return here and find ways to obtain more raw gemstones.

This was the middle-aged cultivator's plan. As for his fellow disciples, they could only hope for the best.

Perhaps when he left, he could give them a hand, but if they couldn't hold on for that long, then he could only blame their bad luck.

In the middle-aged cultivator's mind, his fellow disciples were here for The Treasure in the Forest and not to save him.

If it wasn't for the existence of the treasure, they definitely wouldn't have taken the risk to enter the forest after discovering the existence of the illusory formation.

When people with bad intentions thought about problems, they always liked to judge others by themselves and think that others also had unfathomable motives.

If he had a choice, the middle-aged cultivator would rather have his fellow disciples killed by that mysterious monster so that he could keep the secret to himself.

That's right, there's also that Tang Zhen. He must be killed as well!

When the middle-aged cultivator thought of this, a hint of hatred flashed across his eyes. He felt that the reason why things had gotten to this point was largely related to Tang Zhen.

If it was possible, he would definitely not let Tang Zhen off. He must make Tang Zhen suffer a fate worse than death.

As he pondered, the middle-aged cultivator continued to dig the soil in an attempt to obtain more raw gemstones.

At that moment, he did not notice that thick vines were quietly approaching and surrounding the pit.

Just as he found a raw gemstone and was about to put it into his pocket, the vines pounced on the middle-aged cultivator like Vipers pouncing on their prey.

Even though the middle-aged cultivator was digging, his attention was on his surroundings, wary of any possible danger.

Therefore, when the vines attacked him, he immediately sensed it and tried to Dodge the attack.

As a result, after avoiding one vine, the second one immediately rolled up, and at the same time, there were a third and a fourth.

There were countless vines hidden in the grass, as dense as a group of snakes. There was no way to escape.

In addition, the grass and leaves had all become as hard as iron, standing on the ground like daggers, making it impossible for people to stand.

When the middle-aged cultivator's feet touched the ground, he screamed in pain and jumped back into the pit.

He looked at his feet again. They were already covered in blood, and his pants were also cut into pieces.

"Damn it, what's going on?"

The middle-aged cultivator was shocked and furious. The scene in front of him seemed familiar, but it was far more serious than it was at the beginning.

These plants had all turned into spirits!

At the same time, Tang Zhen's figure flashed in his mind. He felt that this matter was related to him, but he also felt that it was impossible.

If Tang Zhen really had such ability, why would he have kept him alive until now? it was likely that he would have attacked long ago and even killed him.

As this thought flashed through his mind, the vines attacked again, blocking all the exits of the middle-aged cultivator.

In the pit, the middle-aged cultivator had nowhere to run. He was in deep despair.

His strength was limited, and it was impossible for him to withstand the mutant Vine's attack. The only thing he could do now was to give it his all.

If he could win, he would still have a chance of survival. If he couldn't win, he would only have a slim chance of survival.

"Ah!"

A scream was heard as the middle-aged cultivator was entangled by the vines. Then, the thorns on the vines pierced into his skin and flesh. In an instant, he was covered in blood.

There seemed to be poison on the hook, and the wound was instantly corroded and festered, with pus and blood constantly dripping down the wound.

He tried to struggle free from the restraints, but the more he struggled, the tighter the restraints became. Soon, he was tied up like a big dumpling.

Under such circumstances, unless there was help from an outsider, it was impossible to get out of this predicament.

The middle-aged cultivator knew this and stopped struggling. However, he didn't accept his fate. Instead, he silently looked for an opportunity to escape.

At this moment, the middle-aged cultivator heard footsteps behind him.

"Who are you? why did you attack me?"

The middle-aged cultivator was nervous. He guessed that the other party was the mastermind behind the scenes, causing him to fall into this state.

The other party was truly detestable, but also extremely terrifying. At this moment, his life and death were in the hands of the other party, and fear washed over him like a tide.

The middle-aged cultivator didn't want to die, so he was eager to find out who the other party was and whether there was any possibility of reconciliation between them.

Amidst the fear and anticipation, the footsteps stopped and a figure appeared in front of the middle-aged cultivator.

"Damn it, how could it be you!"

As he looked at Tang Zhen, who was standing in front of him with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, the middle-aged cultivator felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Why can't it be me?"

Tang Zhen coldly laughed. He looked at the middle-aged cultivator who was tied up like a dumpling and felt an indescribable carefree feeling in his heart.

This middle-aged cultivator, who could make a group of mercenaries bow down to him and had strange means, had now fallen in his hands.

It would be impossible to say that he didn't feel a sense of accomplishment. It seemed that cultivators weren't invincible.

Tang Zhen suddenly felt a little bored as he looked at the shocked and confused expression on the middle-aged cultivator's face. The enemy that he originally thought was undefeatable had been easily defeated today.

The so-called cultivators were nothing more than this.

Gently shaking his head, Tang Zhen took out a square box from his storage equipment.

After opening the box, Tang Zhen took out a diamond-shaped gem with a blood-red gem embedded on it.

Within the gem, there was a faint flash of light, and there seemed to be runes dancing.

According to the system's explanation, this was an item used to deal with captives and slaves, and its effect was amazing.

If Tang Zhen wanted the middle-aged cultivator to mine for him, he would have to control him first and make the other party listen to his commands obediently.

If there were no means of restraint, then these unruly guys would not listen to his command at all.

Tang Zhen suspected that this system had done this on purpose as he looked at the boxes that were filled with remote controls. Otherwise, why would it give him a box of remote controls?

The middle-aged cultivator was dumbstruck when he saw Tang Zhen casually wave his hand and an item appeared in his hand.

How could he not recognize that this was a legendary technique? Tang Zhen definitely had a storage equipment in his hands.

Originally, he was still worried about his own safety. However, at this moment, his worry was replaced by greed. The middle-aged cultivator pushed against Tang Zhen and tried to find the storage equipment.

He couldn't help but fantasize about how glorious it would be when he got the storage equipment!

hehe, you still dare to be delusional at a time like this. You really don't know what's good for you.

Tang Zhen only took a glance and read the middle-aged cultivator's expression. A hint of ridicule flashed across his face.

you'd better mine obediently. That way, you can live a little longer. Otherwise, I'll take your life!

Tang Zhen would definitely not be polite to his enemy. His voice had just faded when the controller in his hand was already thrown at the middle-aged cultivator.

The middle-aged cultivator couldn't avoid it. He could only watch as the controller extended its Spider-like claws and landed on his forehead.

The middle-aged cultivator suddenly let out a blood-curdling screech that reverberated throughout the forest.