The Strongest Tribe

Has there been no turmoil in your slave market all this time?

The ghost deacon was taken aback for a moment, and then he reacted.

No in the last two years, but there were no slaves for a period of time in the first two years. The upper-class Black Crow tribe took the opportunity to take more shares, but two years ago, the Black Crow patriarch seemed to be hit hard. Since then, the slave market It returned to normal, and the slave market began to receive slaves from the Linghe tribe.

Two years ago?

Ghost Deacon has been sitting in the slave market in Zejin City, so he naturally doesn't know what turmoil happened among the slave owners, but Xia Tuo knows.

I didn't expect the ghost master to be so powerful and stabilize the situation in such a short period of time, but I don't know how much turmoil there is.

I remember you said before that there are a group of slaves from Zhu Rongyu, are there still?

Most of them were bought by the surrounding tribes, large and small. There are still a few thorns left in the dead water prison. It is estimated that they have been soaked in leech water for so many years, and they have already run out of fuel.

Are there people who practice witchcraft?

Hearing this, the ghost deacon thought for a while, and said: Yes, there is a wizard who seems to be about to sign a witch seal, and was suppressed in the water prison.

Speaking of this, he thought for a while, and then said: Patriarch, these slaves from Zhu Rongyu seem to have deliberately migrated to our remote place to suppress.

How to say?

Xia Tuo was taken aback for a moment, not understanding the meaning of Ghost Deacon's words.

The deacons in several slave markets in the north of ours have made good friends, not only in the slave market in Zejin City, but in several other slave markets, some slaves from Zhu Rongyu are suppressed. According to the rules, once slaves resist, they will be killed. It was killed directly, but this time the higher-ups ordered it to be temporarily suppressed in death row.

By the way, after the slaves in the death row came, they were directly imprisoned in the death row, and they did not participate in the slave barter outside at all.

The subordinates feel that the slaves that were transported to Zhu Rongyu last time were fake. The real reason is that these people who were thrown into the dungeon used those slaves to confuse the public and avoid the eyes of others.

Have you told anyone about this?

The ghost deacon shook his head, the rules of the slave market, don't ask about things you don't know, talk less and die slower.

Afterwards, Xia Tuo thought for a while, gave an order to the ghost deacon, and then bought the witches and wizards in the slave market normally, and then left the slave market.

Under the night, Zejin City became silent, with Guiyue hanging in the sky, two figures shuttled through the city like ghosts, and entered the entrance of the slave market.

Coincidentally, the beast fire that was ignited in the underground cave of the market was extinguished immediately, causing the chief deacon to be furious, and even directly executed several slaves who were helping the workers. fire.

In the darkroom.

Follow me, Lord. The death row is still below. It was built on the underground river. It was a cell built when the slave market was established. It was originally dedicated to detaining rebellious slaves.

Xia Tuo and Fat Brother, led by Ghost Deacon, walked towards the water dungeon below. The further they went down, the darker and damper the atmosphere became, and a thick rotten smell came to the nostrils.

Death row, when Xia Tuo walked down, with the help of the jade inlaid on the rock wall to illuminate, seeing the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but gasped.

In the underground river,

There are stone piles standing one after another, and there are chains on the stone piles, and each figure is locked. The lower half of the figure is in the water, and the whole body is covered with a thick black sticky thing, which is still wriggling.

Black leech!

These things suck flesh and blood, and can directly suck people into mummy.

No wonder it is called death row. People who are soaked in water will not die.

There are a total of one hundred stone pillars in the water, and a figure is locked on each of them. More than 90% of the stone pillars are hung on the chains with mummies.

There are only a few that are still lingering with a faint vitality, but it seems that they will not last long.

The leech devours the body, and the cold air penetrates into the bone marrow, corroding the fighting spirit. Even if the sacred treasure is soaked in water for a long time, it will be over.

The fat brother looked at the densely packed black leeches in the water, and felt his scalp numb.

My lord, that is the person who has cultivated to the level of a wizard.

Following the place pointed by the ghost deacon, Xia Tuo saw a weak and disfigured guy who was not far from death.

poof.

Ghost Deacon threw a glowing stone into the dark river, and immediately dense black leeches ran towards the depths of the water.

Now the scene in the water prison can be clearly seen, and there are only three people left alive, except for the wizard, a child, and a middle-aged warrior, but they were all sucked by leeches, especially the child, The foundation has been destroyed.

Xia Tuo took a look, the child opened the mountain realm, and the middle-aged warrior was at the Tianmai realm. Would it take a lot of trouble for the slave owner to have such strength?

Striding across the two regions of Zhurong and the barren, even the ghost owner is not so capable. He is just a small slave owner who sits on one side. There is only one possibility, which has something to do with the slave owner's upper class.

The ghost deacon was very conscious, and captured the wizards bound on the stone piles to the bank of the dark river. These people were all marked as slaves, not to mention being eroded in the water prison for such a long time, they are gone long ago strength to resist.

Originally there were twenty-one people in total, but after several years of captivity, only these three remained. The only surprise is that this little kid, with such low strength, survived.

The wizard's exposed body was covered with tiny wounds, his appearance was vicissitudes, his eyes were closed tightly, showing a kind of unyielding.

Get that boy up.

At this time, Fat Brother said aloud that he was very interested in that boy and wanted to see what kept the little guy alive.

Xia Tuo took out a elixir plant, and a drop of psychic liquid dripped on the corner of the wizard's mouth, and the dense aura flowed out of the mist, covering most of his body.

Cough~~

Not long after, the wizard woke up with a hideous face, as if he was immersed in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. The severe pain caused his face to change constantly.

Huh~~?

After more than ten breaths, Jing Mingshan regained a sliver of sanity. When he saw Xia Tuo in front of him, a murderous intent appeared in his eyes. The slave mark was very strange, imprisoning his spiritual power.

He struggled to put his arms on the ground, lifted his upper body from the ground, looked around, saw the fat brother staring at the boy, and suddenly went crazy and rushed over.

stop!

The roar seemed to come from his throat, but it was a pity that he was too weak, so he threw himself on the ground and crawled towards the boy.

stop.

Watching the sorcerer scramble to the side of the young man, protecting him behind him, while staring at the three of them.

Interesting, there is a trace of tyrannical blood hidden in this little baby's body, and the blood protects his heart, so he can survive.

The fat brother got up and restrained his expression. He had just seen the child's body.

It's a pity that the body was eroded by the cold air in the dark river. Unless there is a blessing in heaven and earth, it will take decades of cultivation to recover.

Xia Tuo took a few steps forward, and said to the wizard in front of him, You care about this young man very much, let's make a deal.

Jing Mingshan's expression was still full of vigilance, he could already tell that the two people in front of him were strong men in the Divine Hidden Realm, and there were no less than a hundred people in the tribe of such strong men.

I'll save this boy, and you hand over the witchcraft inheritance you practiced.

Looking at the figure in front of him, Xia Tuo was not in a hurry, but he vaguely saw a look of disdain in the eyes of the wizard in front of him, which was really interesting. Is this the expression change that a prisoner should have?

Untie that person and take him away, and do the finishing touches.

yes.

The ghost deacon nodded. He came down to check during the day, and found three similar people among the slaves. He will tie them up in the dark river later, and they will turn into a pile of dry bones in a short time. When it sinks to the bottom of the water, even if it is checked from above, all it will see is a pile of dead bones.

Under the cover of the ghost deacon, Xia Tuo and the fat brother took the slave market that the three guys had easily left, and returned to the Everlasting. When the ghost deacon left, Xia Tuo made a sound.

Go back to the tribe in a few days and let Qiao'er see the injuries on your body. Is it possible to recover your cultivation in the Divine Hidden Realm?

Hearing this, Ghost Deacon was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and saluted, and disappeared under the night. He had to go back to arrange the follow-up matters.

In the cabin of the ancient ship.

Xia Tuo looked at the three frail figures in front of him, and he could see that the three must be of extraordinary background, not from a small tribe.

Well, how do you think about my conditions?

Jing Mingshan nodded slightly, but the ups and downs in his expression made it difficult to guess what he was thinking.

Two days later, the Wangu returned to the tribe, and the martial artist in the Tianmai realm died on the way, leaving only the wizard Jing Mingshan and the young Jing Kang.

After returning to the tribe, apart from the young Jing Kang, all the sorcerers and sorcerers brought back from the slave market, including Jing Mingshan, were all imprinted with the tribe's totem mark and became slaves of the Xia tribe.

After becoming tribal slaves, these wizards and wizards were so honest that they poured out all the witchcraft they knew like pouring beans.

Luo took the sorcerers of the witch temple to record all these witchcrafts one by one. Although the witchcrafts revealed by these people were not of profound inheritance, it also showed a good start.

summer garden.

Patriarch, where did that wizard come from? It really has a profound heritage.

Luo turned to Xia Tuo and said back.

Hearing this, Xia Tuo showed interest in his eyes, and said, Tell me, what are the inheritances?

This man talked about two kinds of witchcraft secrets, four low-level witchcrafts, three medium-level witchcrafts, two high-grade witchcrafts, and one low-level witchcraft. Jiaoling Pill.

In a word, it has an extraordinary history.

Because of this, Xia Tuo didn't enslave the traumatized boy.

Things can't be done until they figure out their identities.