Nine Star Divine Dragon Technique

An hour later, Jiang Xuan came to a remote street.

The streets here are obviously much emptier than the streets in the center of Arctic City, and the air is filled with a cold smell of blood.

There are also some human warriors and spiritual beast clan warriors coming and going, but these people look fierce at first glance, with murderous intent in their eyes, and they are obviously not good people.

The Black Pavilion is like the gloomiest place in Beibing City, making people's hair stand on end.

Jiang Xuan paused for a moment, and finally stepped into the Black Pavilion. He was in urgent need of pills, so he could only go to the Black Pavilion to try his luck.

However, just when Jiang Xuan entered the Black Pavilion, the sound of iron ropes scraping against the ground suddenly sounded from a street not far away.

Then, a series of crying sounds also reached Jiang Xuan's ears.

Jiang Xuan looked around and saw a group of warriors wearing black armor, holding iron ropes in their hands, escorting dozens of slaves, walking into the black pavilion from another street.

The clothes of these slaves are not shabby, but look very gorgeous. The silks and satins make them look like they belong to a wealthy family.

Among them, nearly 90% are young and beautiful women, and their auras are extremely strong, and those with the highest cultivation levels have reached the ninth level of the Yuan Dan realm.

These women are obviously the children of some powerful forces.

However, looking at their clothes, they don't look like the clothes of the Daqi Empire. They must have been captured from other countries.

This kind of high-level slaves are very common in ancient cities like Beibing City, which borders Daqi and other countries. Most of them are Daqi sects who go to war with other empires. If one side loses the battle, they will plunder the other's wealth and women. , enslaved as slaves and sold in places like Black Pavilion, where they can be sold at sky-high prices.

This kind of high-level slaves are divided into different types, including war slaves who serve as guards, slaves who are dispatched by others, and warriors who are not high in cultivation but have strong physical bodies. They will be used as coolies to mine and are called slaves.

And these people, in the Black Pavilion, can fetch sky-high prices, and the young masters from big families and sects are all flocking to them and are very fanatical about them.

Therefore, it is not unusual to see these scenes of escorting slaves in the Black Pavilion.

"We are the disciples of the outer palace of Lingquan Palace. You villains from the Corpse Demon Sect dare to sell us into the Black Pavilion. When our Saint Tang Yuwei of Lingquan Palace comes, let alone your Corpse Demon Sect, we will be you Corpse Demons. Even the big forces behind the door cannot bear the anger of Lingquan Palace."

Among the group of slaves, a rough middle-aged man roared angrily. He looked at the group of panicked young female disciples of Lingquan Palace behind him and sighed secretly in his heart.

If they are really sold into the Black Pavilion, they will definitely not have a good life in the future.

"Snapped!"

A warrior from the Corpse Demon Sect guarding the group of slaves swung an iron rope in his hand, and the cold chain hit the middle-aged man's back directly. Suddenly, a hideous wound suddenly appeared, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the bones were visible.

"ah!"

The middle-aged man roared in pain, causing the beautiful young women among the slaves to turn pale with fright and their bodies trembling continuously.

shake.

A trace of despair arose in their hearts, and they knew very well what kind of miserable end they would have if they were sold into the black pavilion.

At this time, Jiang Xuan, who was not far away, suddenly flashed his eyes and murmured: "Saint? Tang Yuwei, is it the same name, or..."

When he thought of this, Jiang Xuan walked towards the group of slaves.

The body technique of shrinking to an inch was displayed, and Jiang Xuan's figure had already arrived in front of the group of slaves in a few flashes. He looked at the group of corpse demon sect warriors and said: "I will give you one hundred thousand crystal stones." , buy this group of slaves."

Among the warriors of the Corpse Demon Sect who were guarding the slaves of Lingquan Palace, the leader was a middle-aged man with a rough face. He wore a set of dark armor and held a big green gun in his hand. He was extremely powerful and sneered. The voice said: "One hundred thousand yuan of crystal can only buy one slave. Boy, if you want a hero to save the beauty, you are not qualified, so get out of here!"

Originally, many young women from the group of Lingquan Palace slaves seemed to be interested in helping them when they saw someone coming, with a look of joy on their faces.

But when he saw the person arriving, he was just a young man who looked young, and he was dressed in simple white clothes. He didn't seem to be a member of a big family, and his mood suddenly sank to the bottom again.

Among the group of slaves, the middle-aged man just now suddenly sent a spiritual message to Jiang Xuan, saying: "Little brother, these strong people from the Corpse Demon Sect are not easy to mess with. If you really want to rescue us, go find the Holy Lady quickly. Let her take action to suppress these evildoers."

"I don't know where your saint is."

Jiang Xuan sent a message that he wanted to save these Lingquan Palace disciples just to find out the news about Tang Yuwei from them.

Why was Tang Yuwei not at Qingtian Clan Palace, but came to Beihai, and became a saint of Lingquan Palace?

All this made him very confused, and if that person was really Senior Sister Yuwei, if he found her, he might be able to get her help and let him lurk in the Corpse Demon Sect.

Jiang Xuan took action for this purpose.

"When I say one hundred thousand crystals, I am not negotiating with you, but giving an order."

Jiang Xuan said coldly, and then walked directly towards the group of Lingquan Palace slaves.

Seeing this scene, many young women among the disciples of Lingquan Palace couldn't help but sigh and said, "Oh, it's over."

They knew very well that these warriors from the Corpse Demon Sect were all villains who killed without blinking an eye. This young man would definitely be dead if he behaved like this.

Seeing Jiang Xuan approaching, he had no scruples. As expected, the middle-aged man who was the leader of the group of corpse demon sect warriors suddenly turned gloomy to the extreme. He smiled cruelly and said: "It seems that you really don't know where the sky is from the sky, and you don't want to cause trouble." To come to our corpse demon sect is to seek death."

"Uh-huh!"

The black armor on the middle-aged man suddenly glowed with black light, and the big gun in his hand stabbed out instantly, turning into a bolt of lightning and stabbing Jiang Xuan.

"boom!"

Jiang Xuan stood still, just stretched out a hand and grabbed it suddenly. Golden light surged up. A big golden hand, like black iron, directly grabbed the cyan spear, and then violently grabbed it. Pinch it, and it will shatter into pieces. An hour later, Jiang Xuan came to a remote street.

The streets here are obviously much emptier than the streets in the center of Arctic City, and the air is filled with a cold smell of blood.

There are also some human warriors and spiritual beast clan warriors coming and going, but these people look fierce at first glance, with murderous intent in their eyes, and they are obviously not good people.

The Black Pavilion is like the gloomiest place in Beibing City, making people's hair stand on end.

Jiang Xuan paused for a moment, and finally stepped into the Black Pavilion. He was in urgent need of pills, so he could only go to the Black Pavilion to try his luck.

However, just when Jiang Xuan entered the Black Pavilion, the sound of iron ropes scraping against the ground suddenly sounded from a street not far away.

Then, a series of crying sounds also reached Jiang Xuan's ears.

Jiang Xuan looked around and saw a group of warriors wearing black armor, holding iron ropes in their hands, escorting dozens of slaves, walking into the black pavilion from another street.

The clothes of these slaves are not shabby, but look very gorgeous. The silks and satins make them look like they belong to a wealthy family.

Among them, nearly 90% are young and beautiful women, and their auras are extremely strong, and those with the highest cultivation levels have reached the ninth level of the Yuan Dan realm.

These women are obviously the children of some powerful forces.

However, looking at their clothes, they don't look like the clothes of the Daqi Empire. They must have been captured from other countries.

This kind of high-level slaves are very common in ancient cities like Beibing City, which borders Daqi and other countries. Most of them are Daqi sects who go to war with other empires. If one side loses the battle, they will plunder the other's wealth and women. , enslaved as slaves and sold in places like Black Pavilion, where they can be sold at sky-high prices.

This kind of high-level slaves are divided into different types, including war slaves who serve as guards, slaves who are dispatched by others, and warriors who are not high in cultivation but have strong physical bodies. They will be used as coolies to mine and are called slaves.

And these people, in the Black Pavilion, can fetch sky-high prices, and the young masters from big families and sects are all flocking to them and are very fanatical about them.

Therefore, it is not unusual to see these scenes of escorting slaves in the Black Pavilion.

"We are the disciples of the outer palace of Lingquan Palace. You villains from the Corpse Demon Sect dare to sell us into the Black Pavilion. When our Saint Tang Yuwei of Lingquan Palace comes, let alone your Corpse Demon Sect, we will be you Corpse Demons. Even the big forces behind the door cannot bear the anger of Lingquan Palace."

Among the group of slaves, a rough middle-aged man roared angrily. He looked at the group of panicked young female disciples of Lingquan Palace behind him and sighed secretly in his heart.

If they are really sold into the Black Pavilion, they will definitely not have a good life in the future.

"Snapped!"

A warrior from the Corpse Demon Sect guarding the group of slaves swung an iron rope in his hand, and the cold chain hit the middle-aged man's back directly. Suddenly, a hideous wound suddenly appeared, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the bones were visible.

"ah!"

The middle-aged man roared in pain, causing the beautiful young women among the slaves to turn pale with fright and their bodies trembling continuously.

shake.

A trace of despair arose in their hearts, and they knew very well what kind of miserable end they would have if they were sold into the black pavilion.

At this time, Jiang Xuan, who was not far away, suddenly flashed his eyes and murmured: "Saint? Tang Yuwei, is it the same name, or..."

When he thought of this, Jiang Xuan walked towards the group of slaves.

The body technique of shrinking to an inch was displayed, and Jiang Xuan's figure had already arrived in front of the group of slaves in a few flashes. He looked at the group of corpse demon sect warriors and said: "I will give you one hundred thousand crystal stones." , buy this group of slaves."

Among the warriors of the Corpse Demon Sect who were guarding the slaves of Lingquan Palace, the leader was a middle-aged man with a rough face. He wore a set of dark armor and held a big green gun in his hand. He was extremely powerful and sneered. The voice said: "One hundred thousand yuan of crystal can only buy one slave. Boy, if you want a hero to save the beauty, you are not qualified, so get out of here!"

Originally, many of the slaves from Lingquan Palace, including many young women, seemed to be interested in helping them when they saw someone coming, with a look of joy on their faces.

But when he saw the person arriving, he was just a young man who looked young, and he was dressed in simple white clothes. He didn't seem to be a member of a big family, and his mood suddenly sank to the bottom again.

Among the group of slaves, the middle-aged man just now suddenly sent a spiritual message to Jiang Xuan, saying: "Little brother, these strong people from the Corpse Demon Sect are not easy to mess with. If you really want to rescue us, go find the Holy Lady quickly. Let her take action to suppress these evildoers."

"I don't know where your saint is."

Jiang Xuan sent a message that he wanted to save these Lingquan Palace disciples just to find out the news about Tang Yuwei from them.

Why was Tang Yuwei not at Qingtian Clan Palace, but came to Beihai, and became a saint of Lingquan Palace?

All this made him very confused, and if that person was really Senior Sister Yuwei, if he found her, he might be able to get her help and let him lurk in the Corpse Demon Sect.

Jiang Xuan took action for this purpose.

"When I say one hundred thousand crystals, I am not negotiating with you, but giving an order."

Jiang Xuan said coldly, and then walked directly towards the group of Lingquan Palace slaves.

Seeing this scene, many young women among the disciples of Lingquan Palace couldn't help but sigh and said, "Oh, it's over."

They knew very well that these warriors from the Corpse Demon Sect were all villains who killed without blinking an eye. This young man would definitely be dead if he behaved like this.

Seeing Jiang Xuan approaching, he had no scruples. As expected, the middle-aged man who was the leader of the group of corpse demon sect warriors suddenly turned gloomy to the extreme. He smiled cruelly and said: "It seems that you really don't know where the sky is from the sky, and you don't want to cause trouble." To come to our corpse demon sect is to seek death."

"Uh-huh!"

The black armor on the middle-aged man suddenly glowed with black light, and the big gun in his hand stabbed out instantly, turning into a bolt of lightning and stabbing Jiang Xuan.

"boom!"

Jiang Xuan stood still, just stretched out a hand and grabbed it suddenly. Golden light surged up. A big golden hand, like black iron, directly grabbed the cyan spear, and then violently grabbed it. Pinch it, and it will shatter into pieces.