The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Heiling City.

A city controlled by the upper-class black crow tribe in the Tuze Wasteland is located in the southwest of the wasteland. There is also a slave market in the city.

"Brother Fat, Heiling City is in front of you."

On this day, a snow-white great ape with a height of three meters and a few red hairs on his hands, feet and chest, stepping forward on the wasteland, Qiaoer sat on the shoulders of the great ape, dangling two small white legs pretty.

Fat brother was riding a semi-pure-blooded green wind horse, falling far behind.

Qiao'er turned his head to look at the Fat Fu at the back, and couldn't help but yelled: "Fat brother, hurry up, you have been dropped so far by my great ape."

The fat brother riding on the tall horse, watching Qiao'er wave his hand, couldn't help but curl his lips.

If he is not stupid, he can recognize the great white-haired ape in front.

In the wild land, called Zhu Wei, very fierce and fierce.

However, the fierce Zhu Wei is now docile like a monkey, running ahead with Qiao'er on his back. Qiao'er's luck is almost catching up with his fat brother, and she goes out to pick up a wild monkey in the mountains and he can transform into it. Zhu Wei.

The green wind horses he sat on were also two meters high, which was considered very tall, but compared with Zhu Wei, the horses were a little bit scared and did not dare to approach from a distance.

Heiling City does not rely on water, so the big ship in the tribe docked in the river hundreds of miles away. The two rushed towards Heiling City. The deacon received Xia Tuo’s edict in advance and had already rushed to Heiling City. they.

Qiao'er was very happy to be able to go out of the tribe this time, but it was a pity that Uncle went to another place.

In the evening, in the city of Heiling.

The ghost deacon sat in the stone building, and his breath was silent. After about half a stick of incense, a figure pushed open the stone door and walked in.

The visitor wore a black robe with a beast face mask on his face, and was surrounded by a dark and clammy aura, which was exactly the same as that of the ghost deacon.

"Old ghost, what do you call me to do, don't you know that the master has ordered that we, as slave market deacons, can't be easily contacted privately?"

"Morning ghost, I came to you today because someone wants to see you."

Like the ghost deacon, the moth is the deacon of the slave market, controls the slave trade of one party, and is also the executor of the slave trade in the slave hall.

"Who is looking for me."

The ghost borer was taken aback, and then he became alert.

"I'm looking for you."

A clever voice sounded in the stone building, and the crescent witch print on Qiao'er's eyebrows bloomed with bright blue light, and the interweaving and forming of runes evolved.

"Wu Zun!"

When the ghost was startled, he was about to run, but the witch talisman that Qiao'er played with both hands was faster and was directly printed on his body. He immediately stopped moving, as if he was constantly convulsed by Thunder.

After dozens of breaths, a faint cyan light appeared on the boring ghost, and a witch charm was derived from the center of his eyebrows. Even the beast face mask could not cover the flash of blue light.

"Old ghost, you~~~"

In a short period of time, the eyes of the borers flickered, but they couldn't change the fact that they were planted by the slaves. Of course, they were originally slaves, slaves in the slave hall.

Slave owners control so many subordinates, not relying on personal charm, the fighting in the slave hall is more intense, and they believe more in the use of slave imprints.

"Don't worry, the slave owner can't detect it, even with witchcraft."

The ghost deacon made a sound, and the borer secretly breathed a sigh of relief. They had slave marks on their bodies. As long as they entered the slave hall, they would never be able to leave the slave hall unless they died.

Taking the deacon of the slave market in Heiling City into slaves, the next thing was simple. Under the leadership of the moth ghost, Qiao'er and Fat Brother quietly entered the death jail in the slave market in Heiling.

"There are still five slaves from Zhu Rongyu detained in the death row. Originally, there were 33 in total. In the past few years, they have not survived one after another and died inside."

The death jail of the slave market in Heiling City, like Zejin City, was a dungeon, filled with dense black leeches, which made Qiao'er very unaccustomed.

Fortunately, the moth ghost promptly drove the Hei Ming leech away. Among the remaining five people, two middle-aged men and one middle-aged woman were all cultivated at the peak of the Heavenly Vessel Realm.

There was a child, a wizard, and the faintly flickering witch pattern on the brows, which was a sign that the peak of the wizard was about to be concluded.

Obviously, the child who can support it also has blood power in his body.

This time, Qiao'er didn't choose to take these people away. They all brought them back to the tribe.

Heiling City is just the beginning. There are four slave markets owned by Tuze Wasteland alone. I don't know how many are there to the south and east of Tuze, so this project is very large and cannot tolerate any carelessness.

"You go and guard, no one will come in here."

Soon everyone left and left Qiao'er alone in the underground water cell. As for Fat Brother, he needed to be outside the slave market, so that the slave owner would not happen to send someone to the slave market in Heiling City. As for the ghost deacon, he drove overnight. Back to Zejin City.

Qiao'er was covering her nose, and the other hand slapped the air in front of her. The smell here was too pungent, fishy, ​​and cold.

She awakened the woman first.

"Huh~~~?"

Lin Ousheng's eyes opened and closed, and he saw a young girl looking at her with her eyes wide open. The crescent moon witch print on her forehead was shining brightly.

Wu Zun!

It was still so young, the bone age was only about twenty-three or four, even the upper Huo Lin was not born such a young Wu Zun.

"who are you?"

But Qiao'er ignored her, and then awakened several other people, but the child did not wake up.

"Ah~~"

"Hiss~~"

Each of the four people was extremely weak, most of their bodies were soaked in water, and their bodies were still locked by chains of the thickness of their arms. After several years of immersion, their bodies had long been eroded.

Then the four people looked around. They remembered that there were more than 30 people locked up here, but the only thing that caught their eye was the robe hanging on the chain and the scattered bones.

"who are you!"

Qiao'er exudes aura, attracting everyone's eyes. The highest status here is the wizard who is about to break through the Venerable Wu, but it seems that there is no hope in this life.

Qiao'er looked at them, with her hands behind her back, and said, "Let's make a deal. I will save this boy and I will find a place to heal him."

"How do we trust you."

Que He stared at Qiao'er.

"You are from the Huo Linhou Department."

"Jing Kang healed his wounds in the secret spring of my clan."

Qiao'er's words immediately made the four of them horrified, but Que He's expression still contained ups and downs, and their origins and slave forces had long known.

"I advise you to die, the blood of the Huo Linhou department will not succumb."

Compared to Que He's firm expression, Qiao'er saw the desire to survive in the woman's eyes, but it was a pity that even a martial artist in the Celestial Vein realm could hardly recover even if he was rescued.

The woman was not a member of the Huolin tribe, but came from an uncle under the control of the Huolinhou tribe.

"Ugh."

Sighing lightly, Qiao'er's face showed a frustrated look, and the patriarch's uncle was right, some people can't make a deal with them.

Hum!

Then she played the magic formula, a slave rune manifested, and walked towards the martial artist of the Tianmai realm.

As the high priest personally selected by Jumang of the eighth generation, the method of portraying the mark of tribal slaves can be easily used with her current Wu Zun's strength.

Seeing Qiao'er, he used the slave rune towards the three Celestial Martial Artists, Que He was shocked, but he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that the slave witch mark had not fallen on the child next to him.

When he saw the witch talisman in Qiao'er's hand falling towards him, Que He wanted to struggle, but gave up after a while. Although he couldn't escape the struggle, he could give the branded slave witch mark the whole time. He was after all Peak of Wizards.

But he was afraid that Qiao'er would also imprint the boy as a slave.

"I said I would save him, you don't believe it."

Then the Qiaoer Witch Seal bloomed with blue light, and a wooden box gradually enlarged and fell down.

Her witch seal can barely put some things into it. This wooden box is a Mingling tribe box with a small secret inlaid on it. You can put some things in it and let people stay in it for a while.

Taking out the animal skin scroll from the secret realm of the wooden box, Qiao'er smiled and said to the figures in front of him: "Let's talk about it. Tell me about the martial arts books, witchcraft secrets, and anecdotes you know. "

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Kuilei tribe.

While Qiao'er was busy in Heiling City, Xia Tuo here had already entered the Kuilei tribe. Originally, he was still thinking about how to enter the Kuilei tribe. He didn't expect that the Kuilei tribe would directly recruit good players, and even more talk about it, all guards. People with meritorious service in Kuilei can join Kuilei's tribe in the future and become citizens of Kuilei's tribe.

The Tianmai realm can be the deacon, and the God Tibetan realm is the elder.

Ever since, Patriarch Xia became Xia Yu, a strong loose repairer.

Not to mention, not to mention how many martial artists of the Celestial Vein Realm came, but three of them came from the Sanxiu Divine Tibetan Realm, including one of his acquaintances, the old gourd.

Luoxia Peak of Kuilei Mountain Range.

This is the place where the Kuilei tribe specially arranges to cast the powerhouses in the Divine Tibetan Realm. The whole mountain is thousands of feet high, and six stone temples have been erected around the mountain.

In every stone hall, there is a low-grade spirit gathering array, which can allow the strong of the gods to practice in it.

The spiritual energy contained in it has quickly rushed to the spiritual energy category of the upper and lower grade spirit channels, and the spirit crystals consumed by the operation of the large array every day are estimated to be not a small number.

It can be seen from this that the Kuilei tribe, who dared to smash the table and smash their boss's job, was by no means casual, but really powerful.

As a casual cultivator, Xia Tuo naturally also got a stone temple as a habitat. I have to say that the treatment of the Kuilei tribe is really good. Just after joining in, someone gave a thousand spirit crystals.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged in the stone temple, preparing to take advantage of the Spirit Gathering Array to practice and recover from his injuries. He had family affairs, and he needed constant time to recuperate.

For this reason, when he joined the Kuilei tribe, he also told the third elder Kuilei that he had been badly injured, but the people's grandeur, the straightforward sentence is that Elder Xia feels at ease and needs Kuilei to do his best to provide for him.

This didn't come with a thousand spirit crystals, there was also a blood ginseng, a blood ginseng, a blood ginseng, if it weren't for a fake casual cultivator, there was an urge to join Kui Lei.