Ancient Martial God

"How dare you hit me?" Yinyueyin stared at Xiao Yun with wide eyes, uncontrollable resentment in his eyes.

As a saint of the Moon Clan, Yinyueyin has been pampered since childhood. Who dares to touch her? No one has ever dared to touch her. How dare Xiao Yun hit her today?

Snapped!

Another slap, but this one was harder. The delicate right side of Yinyueyin's face was so swollen that the skin was almost broken.

Yinyueyin was confused again.

"You are very smart, but also very stupid. Do you think you are the Saint of the Moon Clan and no one dares to touch you because you are so high up there? I really want to get from you about the situation of the Ancient Wan Saint Clan entering the Land of the Ancient Saints, but It doesn’t mean that you can stand on my head based on this knowledge.”

Xiao Yun looked at Yinyueyin coldly, "You have to make it clear that your life is in my hands. Do you think I dare not kill you? If I want to kill you, I don't need to do it myself. I just need to kill you." If you throw it into a river of blood, you will die."

"Moreover, after you die, the mark will be imprinted in the blood river. I don't believe that your Moon Clan will be strong enough to enter the ancient holy land to dry up the blood river and avenge you."

"It's true that you are a saint of the Moon Clan, but the Moon Clan has been passed down for so many years, and every generation of saints will die unexpectedly. If the cause of death cannot be found, the Moon Clan will create a new saint. And, according to what I know You know, there should still be a candidate saint in the Moon Clan. If you die, the candidate saint will take over."

"So, don't think that you are superior because you are a Saint of the Moon Clan. In the eyes of others, you are nothing."

Xiao Yun's words made Yinyueyin freeze.

At this time, Xiao Yun suddenly exerted force with his five fingers, and Yinyueyin's face suddenly turned pale. She felt that she was about to suffocate, and the feeling of death surged over her.

No……

I don't want to die...

Yinyueyin struggled desperately, but Xiao Yun's hand was like magic iron. No matter how she tried to break it, she could not break Xiao Yun's fingers.

The feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger. Yin Yueyin could clearly hear his neck bones breaking, and the feeling of death became stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, Yinyueyin realized his situation and realized that his life was in Xiao Yun's hands.

At the moment when his spine was about to be broken, Xiao Yun let go slightly.

"I'll give you two choices. The first choice is to accept the master-servant mark I give you, and the second choice is for me to throw you directly into the river of blood." Xiao Yun said.

What……

The mark of master and servant...

Yinyueyin's expression changed suddenly. She naturally knew what the master-servant mark was. Once she accepted it, she would become Xiao Yun's slave forever.

She is a high-ranking Saintess of the Moon Clan. Even if she wants to be a slave, she should be the most noble person in order to be a slave. Xiao Yun is just a mere human martial artist. The human race ranks among the creatures of the Nine Heavens Divine Realm. Those at the bottom, even the Ancient Race, have a much higher status than the Human Race.

But if you are thrown into a river of blood, you will definitely die.

When she thought of death, Yin Yueyin's heart was filled with strong reluctance. Not only was she a Saint of the Moon Clan, but she was also the Saint of Silver Moon of the Moon Clan for nearly a thousand years.

There is also a difference between the saints of the Moon Clan. Generally, saints are called Yuehua Saints, while Silver Moon Saints are only born once every thousand years. Naturally, they are also the most noble saints.

Of course, there is also the legendary Divine Moon Saint.

Since the existence of the Moon Clan, there has only been one Divine Moon Saint.

The future of the Silver Moon Saint is incomparable to that of the Moon Flower Saint. Silver Moon Yin is only seventeen years old now, and she already has extraordinary talents. If she can gain something in the ancient holy land, then her future will be The road will be broader.

With such a bright prospect, Yinyueyin was naturally not willing to die here like this.

Perhaps it was the feeling of suffocation and hope brought about by Xiao Yun's five fingers before. After finally taking a breath, Yin Yueyin was even more eager to live.

If you are alive, there is at least hope. If you die, there will be no hope at all.

"I choose the first choice..."

Yin Yueyin gritted her teeth and said: "I am willing to accept your mark of master and servant, but you cannot touch me. I am a saint of the Moon Clan, with a virgin body. Once I am touched, the unique mark of the Saint of the Moon Clan will also Brand on you. Whether I am willing or not, the Moon Clan will definitely kill you and me."

"Don't worry, I can't stand your beauty." Xiao Yun glanced at Yinyueyin lightly.

Yinyueyin's lungs were about to explode.

Not only is she a Saint of the Moon Clan, but she is also the most stunningly beautiful woman in the Moon Clan. She is first-class in appearance and figure, but Xiao Yun actually dislikes her lack of beauty.

Thinking of being slapped twice by Xiao Yun before, Yinyueyin lowered her head. Although Xiao Yun would not kill her, he would probably torture her.

Therefore, Yinyueyin stopped saying anything or talking too much to avoid being punished.

At this time, Xiao Yun released the master-servant mark.

Yinyueyin looked at the master-servant mark, his expression changed for a moment, and then he accepted the master-servant mark.

As the mark of master and servant entered the body, there was a special connection between Xiao Yun and Yinyue Yin.

And this connection is naturally dominated by Xiao Yun.

Just one thought from Xiao Yun can shatter Yin Yueyin's consciousness.

Yinyueyin's pretty face was tense, and her hands were holding on to the corners of her clothes. From this moment on, she was Xiao Yun's slave. The majestic Silver Moon Saint of the Moon Clan had actually become a slave of a human martial artist. If anyone knew, It's not just as simple as being laughed at.

"How many ancient tribes from the Ten Thousand Saints Ancient Clan entered the Ancient Saint Land this time?" Xiao Yun looked at Yinyue Yin and asked.

"The four major ancient clans and hundreds of ancient clans have all sent people in." Yinyueyin lowered her head and said. She was afraid that looking at Xiao Yun would make her feel murderous.

Now Yinyueyin's life is in Xiao Yun's hands. She doesn't want to be killed by Xiao Yun because of her murderous intention. Although the Yue Clan may cause trouble for Xiao Yun afterwards, she is already dead. The Yue Clan will cause trouble for Xiao Yun again. What is the use.

"How many people are there?" Xiao Yun continued to ask.

"The four major ancient tribes have sent at least more than a hundred people from each tribe, and each of the hundreds of ancient tribes has at least two to three hundred people. According to rough statistics, our Ten Thousand Saints Ancient Clan has sent at least about 30,000 people." Yin Yueyin said.

"Didn't you say there were more than a thousand people?" Xiao Yun frowned.

"In the past, there were more than a thousand people, but not this time. Because the eastern region is rarely opened, more places can be accommodated this time."

"Actually, the Ten Thousand Saints Ancient Clan claims to the outside world that there are more than a thousand people, and they don't want to give you humans more places. If we calculate it according to the ratio of the number of people, if our Ten Thousand Saints Ancient Clan has 30,000 people, then we have to add about thirty thousand to your human race. twice the quota.”

Yin Yue said in a deep voice: "You originally only had twenty quotas. If you add thirty times the quota, there will be six hundred people."

"These six hundred places have to come from our Ten Thousand Saints Ancient Clan, and each clan has to give six places. Except for those ancient clans that are close to your human race, the other ancient clans are not willing, so in the end we decided not to give them to you human race. There are more spots available.”

"There are six hundred places, but you only give twenty..." Xiao Yun snorted.

"It's actually for your own good that we didn't give you so many places. If your human race selects 600 people to come in, and all of them die by then, wouldn't the loss be even greater?" said Yin Yueyin.

Although this sentence doesn't sound good, it makes sense.

"Is your Ten Thousand Saints Ancient Clan sending so many people in this time for the great opportunity to become a genius?" Xiao Yun asked.

"It's for that great opportunity, but how many people can have the chance to obtain such a great opportunity? That requires a fortune that goes against the weather. We, the All Saints Ancient Clan, sent so many people in to find the legendary holy city." Silver Moon Yin said truthfully.