Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

"Husband..."

Another woman's voice came.

This time, it was Du Xi.

She has also matured a lot, almost completely different from the lively and cute person in the lower star realm.

Deep worry could be seen deep in her eyes.

For Du Xi, she didn't care about the life or death of this barbarian tribe. The only thing he cared about was his husband.

"Don't worry."

Su Qing smiled softly and hugged Du Xi into her arms.

After all, they came from the lower star realm together. Even with Di Lin, Su Qing still loves Du Xi and Su Qing more.

Just like Su Han.

With so many wives, who does he love the most?

Liu Qingyao will definitely blurt out these three words.

But in fact, he loves them all very much.

To a certain extent, such romantic and sentimental people...are all scum.

"But your golden blood..." Du Xi said softly.

Di Lin and Di Bao on the side also frowned when they heard this.

Yes, Su Qing's golden blood is still in the hands of the slave market.

If this fails, Su Qing will be the first to die.

"This time, he will come too."

Su Qing looked at Di Bao: "I believe in you. My life is in your hands, in the hands of the entire barbarian tribe, not the slave market."

Di Bao's pressure suddenly increased.

The matter of robbing Su Qing's golden blood was left to them, the barbarians.

"Is he definitely going to take it with him? Could he put it in the slave market?" Di Bao asked.

"He will."

Su Qing took a deep breath: "Hua Fan has average cultivation, but he likes to torture slaves the most. I have been observing him for a long time. Every time there is a fight in the arena, as long as there are slaves, he will bring those slaves with him. The golden blood of his life, and held it in his hand as a spur to the slave."

Hearing this, Di Bao couldn't help but nodded.

indeed so.

If Hua Fan was in a bad mood and the slave was defeated by the barbarians, in anger, he would directly crush the slave's golden blood without the barbarians tearing the slave into pieces.

"Our main target is Hua Fan!" Di Bao said in a deep voice.

"No."

Su Qing shook his head firmly: "Your main target is the new life of the barbarian tribe, not Hua Fan, and not me!"

"But……"

"It's nothing!"

Su Qing interrupted Di Bao's words: "Di Bao, remember, you are not barbarians, you are one of the most powerful races in the world. Although I opened the barbarian holy monument, I am not your race after all. And your inheritance has already arrived, it doesn’t matter to you whether I die or not.”

"How is that possible?!" Di Bao's eyes widened.

Di Lin's eyes were red and tears were flowing out.

"If it is possible, I am willing to use my life to exchange for the rebirth of your barbarian tribe." Su Qing said.

This is not a bitter trick.

He knew very well that it would be too easy for Hua Fan to crush his golden blood.

It was just a matter of a moment.

If something goes wrong this time, my life will probably be taken away first.

He already has a relationship with the barbarian tribe, and he is even married to Di Lin.

If he was going to die eventually, he would rather sacrifice his own life in exchange for the new life of the barbarian tribe.

"remember!"

Su Qing stared at Di Bao: "If this can succeed, no matter whether I am alive or not, I must take Du Xi and Di Lin to the Phoenix Dynasty!"

Su Qing never blamed Su Han.

No one would have thought that a monk would be brought to this remote barbarian tribe.

"It's time to go..."

Su Qing took a deep breath, put on the cloak made of weeds, and walked slowly outside.

Sunlight shone in from the door, and it seemed that Su Qing was the only figure left in the world.

At that moment, he really looked like a god.

…

The barbarians, after three months of armistice, will start an extremely bloody and extremely grand arena fight.

In this day, at least more than a thousand barbarians or slaves will die.

For the monks, this is a grand event, a grand event involving physical collision.

They were really tired of watching the battles between monks.

Although a battle based solely on the power of cultivation is gorgeous, in the final analysis, it is just a battle of skills.

But the fighting arena of the barbarians is different.

The barbarians are extremely powerful and have no cultivation skills, relying only on their physical strength.

The slaves who were sent in were all cultivating their bodies.

The visual impact of punches hitting the flesh, bones shattering, and blood spurting out can arouse the deepest blood in these monks' hearts.

When they saw it to a certain extent, even they couldn't help but want to cultivate their bodies.

But after all, this is just a thought.

Physical cultivation requires too many resources, and it is extremely slow to practice. Although there is no bottleneck, it is much more difficult than if there is a bottleneck.

Otherwise, how could these slaves caught in the slave market be of such low level?

Looking at the entire middle star field, how many of the many Immortal Sovereign Realms and Immortal Emperor Realms are physical cultivation?

Either martial arts or magic.

Physical training is really rare.

It is precisely for this reason that the collision between physical training is exciting.

There is no gorgeous light, only life and death determined by collision!

…

This day is called the ‘War of Gods’.

Of course, the two parties are not gods, just barbarians and slaves.

It's like a competition, selection after selection and elimination again and again.

In the end, whoever wins will survive!

According to the rules set by the monks, two thousand people will be dispatched this time.

There are 1,900 barbarians and 100 slaves.

There are really too few monks who can cultivate their bodies, and even fewer who can be captured as slaves.

Almost all of these slaves have no big background. Because resources are scarce and their families are poor, they only cultivate their bodies.

Of course, physical training requires far more resources than martial arts monks.

But you must understand that physical practitioners at the same level are much stronger than martial arts monks.

This can also be regarded as an opportunistic cultivation method.

As long as they reach a certain level, even if they have no resources, their strength will not fall.

This is the power of physical cultivation.

The arena is very large, with layers of stone steps built, and has over 10,000 seats.

I want to ask what is the most luxurious building among the entire barbarian tribe?

There is no doubt that this is the arena.

At this moment, many figures have appeared on the seats in the arena.

These people are all monks.

Only monks are qualified to sit on the seat.

In their eyes, these barbarians are just savages, no different from animals.

When the monks are happy, they can watch them fight and kill.

When you are unhappy, just take action and kill a few to vent your anger.

The difference is that the barbarians have completely surrendered to the monks.

Before the beast is about to die, it still knows how to resist.

But the barbarians were at their mercy.