Those years of fast-wearing and paranoid teasing each other

When fishing can no longer meet the demand, the mermaids that have been raised will be forced to reproduce.

As a result, more and more mermaids were born on the fairy land.

It was already very difficult for pure-blooded mermaids to reproduce in the sea before, and it became more and more difficult to survive, not to mention being forced to reproduce by those human races with ulterior motives on land far away from the sea.

Therefore, most of the mermaids born on Xianlu are of mixed blood, and the blood of pure blood gradually fades away.

Unlike the human race, the sea race is a race that relies on blood to inherit power. The pure blood has not been passed on, and the power is naturally not as good as the next generation. Now, the mermaids raised by many people in their homes have completely lost what they used to be pure blood mermaids. The powerful power they have, the bloodlines are mixed, but no matter how mixed, the appearance of mermaids and mermaids is unparalleled beauty, which is one of the reasons why they are still high-priced items in various underground auctions until now.

In the dark auction house that specializes in auctioning people, mermaids and mermaids and special cultivation furnaces are the most popular, followed by murlocs and monsters, followed by beautiful people and young children, and finally the strong ones. wrestlers.

The killings caused by trading are too numerous to enumerate, but this crazy and cruel dark place has been banned repeatedly. Even if it is destroyed by others, as long as the demand is still there, the villain can always find a way to change his name, change his surname, change his place, and resume his old business.

So much so that over the years, the same tragedies are still being staged in various places, and the same tragedies are repeated infinitely.

The sound of bidding one after another, the heavy sound of the hammer falling on the table, and the eyes that were numb with despair, reflected the excited smiles that saw the treasure, and they were also the ugliest faces.

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The flashing images coincided with the images that Qin Jincheng saw in the past memory of a long-haired mermaid with white scales on its tail - the blood-colored knife, the blood-colored water, the blood-colored sky, the blood-colored cage, and the high platform for the auction .

This seems to be a picture that coexists in the minds of many people of the Sea Clan, and it is a pain that can never be erased.

A few years ago, in the deep sea that Renxiu had never paid attention to, the sea clan once again underwent a major change. After many years of ruling on the throne, the sea emperor of several generations of fishmen was overthrown, and a ancestral mermaid became the new sea emperor. .

The ancestral mermaid inherited the power of pure blood and was powerful. He quickly stabilized the chaotic situation and quickly assembled the Sea Clan team.

While the spiritual cultivators of the human race are still holding high the banner of killing demons and twisting demons to occupy more territories, the sea clan has already begun to prepare to turn the vast fairy land into a seabed landscape.

While the spiritual cultivators were still trying to separate the demonic energy into the barren land and drive the demons to extinction, the sea tribe was already ready to wait for them to fight and lose both, and then take the opportunity to rush to Xianlu with the waves.

The rising tide this time is the revenge of those Sea Clans.

So many memories were presented in front of the two of them in just a short moment, and there were many details in them, and even the internal changes of the Hai Clan were revealed.

There are too many pictures that emerge at once, and there is no way to fully describe them in just a few words.

Wen Yunlin in the realm of demons still doesn't know what these things are, why they suddenly appeared, and rubbed his brows, "What the hell is..."

Wen Yunlin quickly noticed the long black sword in Qin Jinsheng's hand. Qin Jincheng used this sword just now, together with Wen Yunlin's ice sword, to break through the restriction covering the vortex.

At this time, raging black flames were radiating from the sword, and under the black flames, there was a jet of water rising into the sky.

As soon as they pierced through the restriction, a powerful force shot up from the center of the vortex, and those forces rushed up with this huge water column.

The two of them were unprepared just now, and were rushed into the sky by this force. Qin Jincheng subconsciously waved his sword to block it, a black flame lay across the water column, and then a white mist floated out, and scenes were presented to the two of them. before.

All this happened in an instant, from the black flame blocking the water column, to the emergence of white mist, and then to the flash of the tens of thousands of years, it was only an instant.

Because the flashing scene is too fast, people with low cultivation level may only see what flashed in their sight, but they don't know what they just saw, and they can't remember what they just saw .

Wen Yunlin is already a god in the stage of ecstasy. Although the picture is only for a short moment, he can see it clearly and remember a lot.

As a black flame, Qin Jincheng, who burned out the white mist, was forced to accept all the memories, and even the various voices in the white mist—the current Qin Jincheng still can't control himself of this force.

Wen Yunlin read some, but remembered only a part, and felt a strong discomfort, but Qin Jincheng, who had completely accepted all this at this moment, lowered his head and covered his mouth the next moment.

Bright red overflowed from Qin Jincheng's fingertips, and Wen Yunlin's pupils shrank slightly, "Ah Cheng! What's wrong?"

Qin Jincheng wanted to answer, but he vomited a big mouthful of blood again, and all of it fell into the water column that rushed them up into the sky, instantly staining a small piece of water red, but was quickly washed away by the flowing water column.

Qin Jincheng: "I don't know..."

Before he finished speaking, bright red blood flowed from Qin Jincheng's nose, eyes, and ears one after another!The blood flowed down Qin Jincheng's chin, along Qin Jincheng's hand, and dripped into the sea below.

Wen Yunlin quickly hugged him, summoned the ice sword, and put Qin Jincheng on the sword.

The vortex below was still expanding outwards, but at this moment Wen Yunlin had no interest in paying attention to it, and Yu Jian took Qin Jincheng away from here.

When he was on the sword, Qin Jincheng was still vomiting blood, covering his head with one hand, only feeling a splitting headache.

What was just now was not the memory of a single person, but from a vast sea, recalling thousands of years of memory.

Thousands of years turned into an instant, together with countless voices, seemed to bomb Qin Jincheng's mind into a ball of paste.

Qin Jincheng was still able to stay awake, and it wasn't easy for him not to pass out!

Wen Yunlin hugged Qin Jinsheng all the way, sent him spiritual power, and sorted out the disordered breath in Qin Jinsheng's body.

Qin Jincheng opened his eyes from time to time, the white part of the eyes had become pitch black, and the pupils of the eyes had also turned into a strange bright crimson.

"Master..." Qin Jincheng said with difficulty.

Wen Yunlin: "I'm here, Ah Sheng, hold on a little longer, I've sent a voice transmission to your uncle, he's on his way here, he will definitely heal you."

Qin Jincheng: "It hurts...the headache..."

Wen Yunlin put his hand gently on Qin Jincheng's head, "Hey, it will be fine soon... Is it because you saw the white mist just now? The scene of the white mist has been thousands of years at least, and you have seen it? Yes Because of those black flames of yours?" After speaking, Wen Yunlin's face showed a bit of bewilderment, as if he was talking to himself: "Why is this..."

Qin Jincheng: "A lot of voices..."

Wen Yunlin: "Did you hear the voice?"

Qin Jincheng: "Too many, I can't hear clearly, making a mess..."

Wen Yunlin thought for a while, and quickly condensed a ball of ice spiritual power in his hands, and put his palms on Qin Jincheng's heads on both sides, and then moved closer, touching Qin Jincheng's forehead to his forehead.

Wen Yunlin: "Ah Cheng, come in."

Qin Jincheng opened his eyes in confusion, but happened to meet a pair of eyes covered with ice white.

The next moment, Qin Jincheng felt as if he was attracted by these eyes, and his whole consciousness was followed by them.

When he reacted, there was only a piece of white in front of his eyes.

Under the white sky, there was a ground covered with ice and snow. Every step he took, he would sink into the snow. The thick snow could cover Qin Jincheng's knees.

Empty, cold, silent...

Wait, silence!

Qin Jincheng's eyes lit up.

Those lingering voices and countless scenes that filled his mind just now began to gradually fade away, and now there is only this white snow and silence in front of his eyes.

Qin Jincheng took a deep breath, the breath of ice and snow was so familiar.

At this moment, something moved in the thick snow. Qin Jincheng looked over immediately, and saw a ball of snow pushed away, and a white tiger as tall as a person stood up. The white tiger was covered with thick snow. Hair, shiny white with golden markings.

The white tiger walked towards Qin Jincheng. On the huge tiger's head, a pair of light gray vertical pupils stared at him closely.

Qin Jincheng couldn't feel any murderous aura from this white tiger, only a strong sense of familiarity, so he asked tentatively, "Master?"

The white tiger groaned, walked slowly to Qin Jincheng's side, and walked around Qin Jincheng.

Qin Jincheng: "Master? Is it really you?"

The white tiger lay prone on the snow and raised its head.

Qin Jincheng followed the white tiger's line of sight, and saw patches of white falling on that patch of white sky.

This is, it's snowing.

Qin Jincheng felt that the sights and sounds that lingered in his mind just now had completely disappeared, and the whole world seemed to be left with only this piece of silent snow-white and the white tiger around him.

Qin Jincheng also sat on the snow, staring at the hair on the white tiger with bright eyes, "Master, can I touch it?"

Baihu nodded.

Qin Jincheng covered it with his hand, and his whole hand sank into the fluff.

Qin Jincheng: "..."

Qin Jincheng took a look at the white tiger lying on the ground, and found that the white tiger was not uncomfortable at all. From the initial temptation, he gradually became presumptuous until he lay on the white tiger.

Qin Jincheng rubbed against each other for a long time, and gradually lay still in one place, but there was a sound of even breathing—obviously, he fell asleep.

White Tiger: "..."

The white tiger sighed, raised its long tail, put it on Qin Jincheng's belly, and closed his eyes.

One person and one tiger just fell asleep in the snow... To be precise, they fell asleep in the depths of Wen Yunlin's sea of ​​consciousness.

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When Qin Jincheng woke up again, the pain in his head was no longer so severe, and his ears were no longer buzzing. Wen Yunsen had already arrived, and the green light was condensing in his hand, healing his wounds.

Wen Yunlin was talking to Wen Yunsen at first, but when he realized that Qin Jinsheng had woken up, he immediately turned his head, "How is it? Are you feeling better?"

Qin Jincheng nodded: "It doesn't hurt that much anymore."

Wen Yunlin: "Can you still hear some noisy voices?"

Qin Jincheng: "Disappeared."

Wen Yunlin helped Qin Jinsheng to sit up, and looked at Qin Jinsheng's serious expression: "Ah Cheng, I think you should feel it yourself, your black flame is probably not just burning the spirit of ghosts and evil spirits. Simple, it may have a stronger power, but now you can't bear this power for the time being."