Douluo's opening as the son of the sea god

Chapter 81

The next morning.

A golden radiance began to float from the gray sky.

Brighten up the sky, as if congratulating the people of the barren land.

The people in the barren land are basically dead.

The ones that are left are all scumbags, and the people in the trade team are sensible and will clean up by themselves.

The sky in the barren land has changed.

The news began to spread that the boy had wiped out the largest black organization in the wasteland by himself.

The people of Bosaibei and the trade team passed by, and the people of the wasteland came to see each other off.

For them, Poseidon's merit is too great.

In the past few decades, thousands of families have died in the hands of sand in the barren land.

The barren land is already sparsely populated, and thousands of households are comparable to a city in some provinces.

In this vast yellow land, there are only tens of thousands of people living in total.

In the city of wasteland, someone walked through the streets, shouting:

"Good news, good news, great news!"

"The young man burned the village in the sand, distributed the wealth and food, wiped out the wicked, and benefited thousands of families in the barren land!"

"Yesterday, a young man burned down the Shatu Village, which troubled the people of the wasteland for many days, and all their heads were killed. From then on, the wasteland is at peace!"

"The ones that are placed on the street, the ones that are opened, the craftsmen can earn their own living, the laborers don't have to worry about being squeezed, and the women can see the light, and life will be better!"

"Holy shit, early in the morning, who went crazy and died?"

Things happened too quickly, without any prelude, some people in the deserted city still didn't believe it, thinking that it was some kind of psychopath who was spreading the message.

They had no choice but to believe it until the shouts and the scene of the whole city celebrating in front of their eyes.

A man woke up from the bed with his little young woman in his arms, rubbed his eyes: "Am I not awake? Who can kill the sand? Dreaming?"

A blush appeared on the face of the person in his arms: "Is it a dream, can't you feel it?"

"I feel it, I feel it, and the feeling is coming, let's fight again!"

The man turned over.

The window sill collapsed, and a sloppy boy skillfully opened the window, showing a grimace: "Uncle, don't do it, get up and watch a good show, everyone is jumping a big rope on the site of Shatuzhai!"

"Brat, get out of here!!!"

The man scolded sharply, and hurriedly pulled up his pants and went out to join in the fun.

The destruction of sand and soil is a matter of a lifetime.

The daughter-in-law can sleep at any time, but watching the emperor of the barren land fall and be slaughtered with her own eyes is something that can last a lifetime.

The sand village occupies tens of mu of land in the deserted city, which is so vast.

There is a lot of people here now, no matter if it is a soul master or a commoner, they all breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at Huang Tian.

"The history of sand and soil has finally become the past."

In the burnt smell, full of black charcoal and barren ruins, people lit fires, sang and danced.

Perhaps, other organizations will appear in the wasteland in the future, or the departure of Shatu may not lead them to a happy life.

But remembering this moment, the people who oppressed them have died, and their hearts are full of anger, excitement and passion are rising with the fiery red flame.

And the young hero in their hearts is already on the edge of the wasteland city, and is about to step into the province of Fasno.

Bo Saibei was wearing a hat to prevent wind and sand, and his veil covered his handsome appearance.

Poseibei said indifferently: "You really decided, choose not to leave?"

Behind him was a respectful Hemingway. Hemingway looked at the woman who was comforting the little girl in the distance, and shook his head: "I'm sorry, teacher, I can't leave the wasteland for now. There are still people I need to take care of here. There are still many young and old living in the fishing village." Come down, I want to stay and take care of them."

"it is good."

Poseidon did not insist on taking Hemingway away, this was his choice, not to mention...

"Although the sand organization is gone, the extremely poor environment in the barren land determines that this place will not be stable. As the saying goes, there are still many oppressive forces hidden behind it, and many more will emerge."

"Stay here, absorb what I gave you, clean up this place, turn it into your paradise, their paradise, and then talk about leaving. This is a big responsibility."

Poseidon agreed with Hemingway's approach.

The figure of Poseibei gradually moved away in the barren land as the team of the trade team stretched under the morning sun.

Hemingway's knees quietly lowered towards the figure, his forehead touched the dust.

The next time we meet, the disciple will definitely impress the teacher and turn this barren land into a holy land.

Hemingway swore secretly in his heart.

……

For this trip, the leaders of the trade team were two uncles in their 40s.

One is a level 35 soul master, and the other is a level 28 great soul master. They are also the ones that the trade team must follow every time they go out.

In order to prevent the people in the sand from looting halfway, their hard work back and forth will be turned into cannon shadows, and even their lives will be lost.

And this soul master is the only two soul masters in the trade team.

And it was sent by Wuhundian.

From their mouths, I learned that Wuhundian actually had the idea of ​​cleaning up the wasteland and chaos, but unfortunately this place is too far away from the city-state, and there are no experts willing to go there.

However, the barren land is remote and the news is blocked. For Wuhundian, there is not much benefit, so he is not too persistent, so he arranged for two soul masters to come.

The result is terrible, the barren land is like an unordered area.

The two soul masters of the Wuhun Temple called this the "Little Slaughter Capital".

The capital of slaughter, the holy place of evil soul masters, is full of blood and helplessness, the real jungle is prey to the strong, the winner is king, there are no laws and regulations, all orders are made by the strongest.

Evil soul masters, generally speaking, before the title Douluo, their training speed will be faster than ordinary soul masters.However, because they themselves are evil soul masters, they lead others to hunt down and question their crimes, and their own evil spirits need blood, soul power and other things needed for evil cultivation, so few evil soul masters can practice to the title Douluo above.

Even so, evil soul masters rarely cultivate to the top level.

But they are invincible and invincible in the same realm, and sometimes they can even leapfrog battles.

Perhaps, this is the law that blackening is ten times stronger, and whitewashing is weaker by three points.

At that time, the master of the sand, his martial soul had actually begun to evolve into an evil martial soul. Blood flowed in the sand grains of his quicksand martial soul, and the yellow color began to change to a dark color, and then gradually turned to a dark red...bright red.

If it wasn't for the arrival of Poseidon, maybe with the passage of time, relying on slaughter, he would be able to reach the soul king, or even the soul emperor realm.

But it can't reach Contra.

There are too few people in the barren land, far from enough to kill.

It is impossible to nourish a Contra-level evil soul master.

(End of this chapter)