The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

"Have there been no turmoil in your slave market all the time?"

The ghost deacon was taken aback, and then reacted.

"It hasn't been in the last two years. It's just that there were no slaves in the first two years. The upper-class black crow tribe took the opportunity to take some more shares, but the black crow patriarch seemed to have been hit hard two years ago. Since then, the slave market It returned to normal, and the slave market began to accept slaves from the Linghe tribe."

"Two years ago?"

The ghost deacon has been sitting in the slave market in Zejin City. Naturally, he doesn't know what turmoil has occurred within the slave owner, but Xia Tuo knows.

Unexpectedly, the strength of the ghost master was so tyrannical, and the situation was stabilized in such a short period of time, but I didn't know how many storms were in it.

"I remember you said before that there were a group of slaves from Zhu Rongyu. Are there any more?"

"Most of them were bought by the surrounding tribes, large and small. There are still a few thorns left in the dead zone water cell. It is estimated that after soaking in the leech water for so many years, the lamp has already been exhausted."

"Is there anyone who practices witchcraft inside?"

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

Having said this, he thought for a while, and then said: "The patriarch, these slaves from Zhu Rongyu, are more like deliberately migrating to our remote place to suppress them."

"How to say?"

Xia Tuo was taken aback for a moment, and did not understand the meaning of the ghost deacon's words.

"We have a good relationship with the deacons in the slave markets to the north. Not only in the slave market in Zejin City, but in the other slave markets, some slaves from Zhurongyu are suppressed. According to the rules, if slaves resist, they will be It was killed directly, but this time it was ordered to be temporarily suppressed in death row."

"By the way, after the slaves in the death jail came, they were directly imprisoned in the death jail and did not participate in the bartering of slaves outside."

"The subordinate feels that the slaves who were transported to Zhu Rongyu last time are fake. The real reason is that these people who were thrown into the water jail used those slaves to confuse the audience and avoid the eyes of others."

"Have you told someone about this?"

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

After that, Xia Tuo thought for a while and gave an order to the ghost deacon, then bought the sorcerers and sorcerers in the slave market normally, and then left the slave market.

Under the curtain of night, Zejin City became silent, Guiyue was suspended in the sky, and two figures shuttled through the city like ghosts and fell into the entrance of the slave market.

Coincidentally, the beast fire that was ignited in the underground cave of the market was suddenly extinguished this time, causing the great deacon to be furious, and even executed several helpers’ slaves. For a time, large and small hands were busy rekindling the beast. fire.

In the dark room.

"Lord, come with me. The death row is still underneath. It is built on the underground river. It was a cell built at the beginning of the slave market. It was originally designed to hold slaves who resisted."

Xia Tuo and the fat brother that the ghost deacon took, walked towards the water cell below, and the darker and moist aura became worse as they went down.

Death jail, when Xia Tuo walked down, illuminated with the help of jade inlaid on the rock wall, seeing the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but take a breath.

In the underground river, there are standing stone piles. There are chains on the stone piles, and the figures are locked. The lower part of the figure is in the water, and the whole body is covered with a thick black sticky thing, which is still squirming.

Black Minglech!

These things suck flesh and blood and can directly suck people into corpses.

No wonder it is called a death row. People who are immersed in water cannot die without death.

There are a hundred stone pillars in the water, each of which is locked with a figure, and more than 90% of the stone pillars are hanging on the chain.

There are only a few still lingering with a touch of vitality, but it seems that they have been holding up for a while.

"Heavenly leeches, the cold air penetrates into the bone marrow and corrodes the battle energy, even if the gods are soaked in the water for a long time, they have to be finished."

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

"Master, that is the one who has cultivated to the wizarding realm.

Following the place where the ghost deacon was pointing, Xia Tuo saw a weak and improper guy who was already not far from death.

Puff through.

The deacon ghost threw a glowing stone into the dark river, and suddenly dense black leeches ran towards the bottom of the water.

Now the scene in the dungeon can be seen clearly, there are only three living people left, except for the wizard, a child, a middle-aged warrior, but they are all sucked by leeches, especially the child. The foundation is destroyed.

Xia Tuo looked at it, and the child's cultivation base in the open mountain realm, the middle-aged warrior's Tianmai realm, did such a strength cost the slave owner a lot?

Across the border and wasteland of Zhu Rong, even the ghost master is not so capable. He is just a small slave owner on one side. There is only one possibility. This is related to the upper level of the slave owner.

The ghost deacon was very conscious, and caught the shamans tied to the stone piles on the bank of the dark river. These people were all marked by slaves, not to mention that they had been eroded in the water prison for such a long time. The strength of resistance.

Originally there were a total of 21 people. After several years of imprisonment, these three were left. The only surprise was that this little boy, with such low strength, survived.

The exposed body of the wizard was covered with small wounds, with a vicissitudes of life, his eyes closed tightly, with a kind of unyielding.

"Get that boy up."

At this time, the fat brother said aloud that he was very interested in that young man and wanted to see what kept this little guy alive.

Xia Tuo took out an elixir, and a drop of spiritual liquid dripped onto the corner of the wizard's mouth. The dense spiritual current overflowed with the mist, covering most of his body.

"Cough~~"

Before long, the wizard woke up with a hideous face, as if he was immersed in the blood of the corpse mountain, his face was constantly changing due to the intense tingling.

"Huh~~?"

After more than ten breaths, Jing Mingshan regained a trace of sanity. Seeing Xia Tuo in front of him, a murderous intent appeared in his eyes. The slave mark was very strange, confining his spiritual power.

He struggled to squeeze the ground with his arms, his upper body lifted off the ground, and looked around. He saw that the fat man was staring at the young man, and he would usually rush over when he was crazy.

"stop!"

The roar sounded like shouting from his throat, but unfortunately he was too weak, so he threw himself on the ground and crawled towards the boy.

"stop."

Watching the wizard rushing to the boy's side, guarding him behind him, while staring at the three of them.

"Interestingly, there is a trace of tyrannical blood lurking in this little baby, and the blood can protect his heart, so that he can survive."

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

"It's a pity that the cold air in the dark river has eroded the body. Unless there is a blessing, it will take decades of accumulation to recover."

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

Jing Mingshan's expression was still full of vigilance, he had already seen that the two in front of him were strong in the Divine Tibetan Realm, and such a strong tribe had no less than a hundred members in the tribe.

"I save this young man, 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 trace of disdain from the eyes of the wizard in front of him. It was really interesting. Is this a look that a prisoner should have?

"Untie that person and take it away, and do the finishing touches later."

"Yes."

The deacon ghost nodded. He went down to take a look during the day. He had already found three similar people among the slaves to come in. Later, they would be tied directly in the dark river, and it would take a long time to turn into a pile of dead bones. It sinks to the bottom of the water, and even if it comes from above, all you can see is a pile of dry bones.

Under the cover of the Deacon Ghost, Xia Tuo and Fat Brother took the three guys to leave the slave market easily, and returned to the Wan Gu. When the Deacon Demon left, Xia Tuo said.

"Go back to the tribe in a few days, and let Qiao'er see your injuries and whether it is possible to restore the Divine Hidden Realm cultivation base."

Hearing that, the ghost deacon was taken aback, then turned around and disappeared into the night, and he had to go back to arrange the follow-up.

In the eternal cabin.

Xia Tuo looked at the three weak figures in front of him. He could see that the three of them must be from extraordinary backgrounds, not from small tribes.

"How are you thinking about my conditions?"

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

Two days later, the Wan Gu returned to the tribe, and the martial artist in the Celestial Vein Realm died halfway, leaving only the wizard Jing Mingshan and the young Jing Kang.

After returning to the tribe, apart from the young Jing Kang, the sorcerers and wizards brought back from the slave market, including Jing Mingshan, all branded the tribe’s totem mark one by one and became slaves of the Xia tribe.

After becoming slaves to the tribe, these sorcerers and sorcerers could not do it honestly, one by one, like pouring beans, pouring out all the witchcraft they knew.

The sorcerers of the Conch and Witch Palace recorded all these witchcraft one by one. Although the witchcraft that these people confided was not a profound heritage, it also showed a good start.

Summer park.

"The patriarch, where did that wizard come from? As expected, the inheritance is profound."

Luo turned back towards Xia Tuo.

Hearing this, Xia Tuo showed interest in his eyes, and said: "Tell me, there is something inherited."

"This person said two witchcraft secrets, four lower-level witch medicines, three middle-level witch medicines, two upper-level witch medicines, and he also knows a kind of lower-level witchcraft. Jiao Ling Pill."

There must be a word, from an extraordinary origin.

Because of this, Xia Tuo didn't enslaved the injured boy.

Until they know the origin of their identities, things cannot be done absolutely.