The Strongest Tribe

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

　　 The deacon ghost 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 chief seemed to have been hit hard two years ago. 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. Naturally, he doesn't know what turmoil has occurred within the slave owner, but Xia Tuo knows.

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

　　 "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 prison.

　　 "Is there anyone practicing witchcraft in there?"

　　 Hearing this, the deacon ghost 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."

　　 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."

"How to say?"

　　 Xia Tuo was taken aback, and didn't understand the meaning of the ghost deacon's words for a while.

"The deacons of the slave markets in the north of us made good friends, not only in the slave market in Zejin City, but in the other slave markets, some slaves from Zhurongyu were suppressed. According to the rules, if slaves resisted, they would 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 row came, they were directly imprisoned in the death row and did not participate in the bartering of slaves outside."

　　 "The subordinates feel 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 prison used those slaves to confuse the audience and avoid the eyes of others."

　　 "Have you told someone about this?"

　　Ghost deacon shook his head, the rules of the slave market, don’t ask anything 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 wizards in the slave market normally, and then left the slave market.

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

Coincidentally, the beast fire 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.

　　 "The lord, follow me, the death row is still underneath, built on the underground river. It was a cell built at the beginning of the slave market. It was originally designed to hold the rebellious slaves."

　　Ghost Deacon took Xia Tuo and the fat brother, and walked towards the water cell below. The darker and moist aura became more serious as they went down, and a thick rancid smell puffed their noses.

　　 Death jail, when Xia Tuo walked down, illuminated by the 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 stone piles standing on the 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.

　　 Hei Ming Leech!

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

　　 No wonder it is called a death row. People who are immersed in water cannot die.

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

　　 There are only a few still lingering with a faint vitality, but it seems that it has not been long.

　　 "The leeches bite the body, the cold air penetrates into the bone marrow, corroding the battle energy, even if the gods are in the water for a long time, they have to be finished."

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

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

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

　　噗通.

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

The scene in the dungeon can be seen clearly. There are only three living people left. Except for the wizard, a child and a middle-aged warrior, but all of them were sucked by leeches, especially the child. The foundation is ruined.

　　 Xia Tuo looked at it, and the child's cultivation in the open mountain realm, the middle-aged warrior's Tianmai realm, does this kind of 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 class of the slave owner.

The ghost deacon consciously captured the shamans who were tied to the stone piles on the banks 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.

　　 There were originally 21 people in total. After several years of imprisonment, these three were left. The only surprise was that this little boy, with such a 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 the boy and wanted to see what kept this little guy alive.

　　 Xia Tuo took out an elixir, and a drop of spiritual liquid dripped on the corner of the wizard's mouth. The dense spiritual air flowed out of the mist, wrapping up most of his body.

　　 "Cough~~"

　　 Not long after, the wizard woke up with a hideous face, as if he was immersed in the blood of the corpse mountain, and his face was constantly changing due to the intense sting.

　　 "Huh~~?"

　　 After more than ten breaths, Jing Mingshan regained his sense of sanity. He saw Xia Tuo in front of him, and a murderous intent appeared in his eyes. The slave mark was very strange, and his mental power was imprisoned.

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

　　 "Stop it!"

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

　　 "Stop it."

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

　　 "Interesting, there is a trace of tyrannical blood lurking in this little baby's body. 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 I was eroded by the cold air in the dark river. Unless there is a blessing, it will take decades of nurturing to recover."

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

　　 Jingming Mountain's expression is still full of vigilance, he has already seen that the two in front of him are strong in the Divine Tibetan Realm, and such a strong tribe had no less than a hundred members in the tribe.

　　 "I will save this young man, and you will 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 away, and do the finishing touches later."

"Yes."

The ghost deacon nodded. He went down to take a look during the day. He had already found three similar people among the slaves and would tie them directly in the dark river. It would not take long before they turned 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 Wangu. When the deacon demon left, Xia Tuo said.

　　 "Go back to the tribe in a few days, and let Qiao'er see the injuries on your body, and whether it is possible to restore the cultivation base of the gods."

　　 Hearing this, 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.

　　Eternal cabin.

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

　　 "How is it, how have you considered my conditions?"

　　Jing Mingshan nodded slightly ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It's just that the ups and downs of his expression make it hard to guess what he is thinking.

　　 Two days later, Wan Gu returned to the tribe, and the warrior of the Celestial Vein realm did not survive the death, 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 Jingming Mountain, were all branded with the tribe’s totem mark and became slaves of the Xia tribe.

After 　　 became slaves to the tribe, these sorcerers and sorcerers could not do it honestly. They poured out all the witchcraft they knew like pouring beans.

　　The snails took the wizards of the witch hall and 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, it really has a profound heritage."

　　 Snail returned to Xia Tuo.

　　 Hearing the words, 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 is a word that comes from an extraordinary origin.

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

　　 Before they figure out their identities, things can’t be done absolutely.