"Are you going to get all the boys and girls together this year? If you don't get all together, the God will flood our Longling City again."
"Why can't I get all together? These officials have their own ways. If they don't get enough people, will we still live?"
"Official, lord, it's easy to do everything. My family is just such a boy. Don't take him away! If he dies, I can't survive!"
Passers-by were chatting, but heard a cry coming from a distance, and there were already many people around there.
I saw a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion holding a fat boy tightly, kneeling on the ground and urging in front of the soldiers wearing uniform clothes to beg forth.
A soldier said coldly: "This is the rule of our Longling City for many years. We do things according to the rules and cannot give you convenience."
"Old Wang, forget it, Longling City has been going on like this for so many years, and it's your old Wang family."
"This is a tribute to the God Lord. Only by taking the tribute can the God Lord ensure that our land is in good weather. Otherwise, we will not live any more!"
Many passers-by around advised.
"What are you talking about? Don't think I don't know that you kept your baby secretly in another place!
If it weren't for this, it wouldn't be my turn this year. My son will be over the age of this year. Why bother to serve as a tribute to that god!"
Lao Wang said sternly.
Many passers-by were flickering in their expressions and no longer spoke.
Seeing this, the soldiers had to go forward and force Lao Wang away, and then took away the fat boy in his arms.
The little baby is only three years old and doesn't know what happened, but he is also frightened by this scene and cries.
"Tribute?"
Outside the crowd, Fang Chen frowned slightly.
He followed the route given by Nong Guiquan and had been on the way for more than half a month and had already left the Daqian territory.
Fang Chen had no idea where he was at this moment and which country he belonged to.
Today, I just felt that the route was not clear, so I stopped thinking about it carefully and accidentally encountered such a thing.
What is the origin of the gods mentioned by these mortals? Need a boy or a girl to make tribute?
Evil cultivator?
Already so blatant?
Even the Blood Spirit Sect only dares to act in secret.
Seeing that the soldiers had already left with the boy, the passers-by around not only did not disperse, but instead followed the soldiers in groups.
Soon, they saw these soldiers joining a team, with hundreds of boys and girls in this team.
An official was counting the number of people. He counted it several times and immediately grinned:
"Three hundred virgin boys and three hundred virgin girls, and the number of people is gathered. Let's go and send it to the God."
The vast team was moving in a certain direction, and more and more people joined the road.
"Senior brother, who is the god they talk about?"
"There is a river outside Longling City. The god in their mouth is a demon cultivator in the river. I heard that he has foundation-building cultivation and dragon bloodline."
Fang Chen's eyes moved and he looked in a certain direction.
There were several young men and women standing there, obviously all monks, and they were talking about the origin of the god.
"Even if you are a foundation-building demon cultivator, this is too lawless, right? In broad daylight, people are asked to sacrifice to boys and girls. Wouldn't the monks in Moyun do not care?"
A young girl looked shocked.
The younger young man sighed lightly: "Let me tell me what's the name here?"
"Demon Cloud Kingdom?"
"Yes, Demon Cloud Kingdom, this place is different from other places. It is rumored that a demon cloud came here many years ago, and the demon rain fell for ten years."
"Since then, the monks in Moyun have become different from the ordinary, as if they have fallen into the devil's path."
"The techniques and methods I practice are also very evil. Not only Longling City is like this, but there is actually not much difference between them."
Youth Road.
The young girl and several other young boys were a little surprised:
"All the monks in the Demon Cloud Kingdom are like that god?"
"It's not entirely true. Some people will be more sober, but they are both good and evil."
Qing said in a young voice: "Since the outside world learned about this, there were already sects who wanted to take action to get rid of those cultivators who fell into the demonic path, but the emperor of the Demon Cloud Kingdom devoted all his country to the command of the ancestor Youyun."
"All countries and factions will let this matter go without paying any attention to it. They will not offend a powerful Nascent Soul who has lived for nearly 800 years because of these things."
"Ancestor Youyun!?"
Several young men and women looked excited, and a look of horror flashed in their eyes.
Obviously, they knew that this ancestor Youyun was so scared and afraid that they knew that it was terrible.
"Junior sister, we are going to ask for medicine for our master this time, so don't worry about these other people's business. Even if we want to, we can't deal with that god with our cultivation."
Qing young voice said.
Through the conversations between these young people, Fang Chen had a little understanding of this place. It seems that the place Nong Guiquan said was in Mo Yun.
No wonder he said that there were many dangerous people staying here. According to those young people, the whole country of Demon Cloud is full of demonic ways.
This is a fifth-grade demon country.
"Xiao Zhou, how much do you know about the Demon Cloud Kingdom?"
Fang Chen took out the lesson of Zhou Tian and asked.
This information seems to be worthless, and Zhou Tian’s lesson immediately revealed a brief information about the Demon Cloud Kingdom.
[Demon Cloud Kingdom, the fifth-grade empire, has a golden elixir in charge. This place has been baptized by demon blood, which has allowed the monks here to understand the magical magic and magical methods to improve their scores!]
"The understanding of magical magic!?"
Fang Chen was slightly stunned: "Didn't these monks become demons because they were contaminated with demon blood?"
"Brother, of course I won't be so easily entangled. As a monk, no one does not practice and cultivate the mind all year round.
It was the monks here who found that they were more talented in the devil's way and chose this path for their stronger cultivation."
Zhou Tian Zhi Ji said: "Brother, can you give me some low-grade spirit stones?"
"Xiao Chen, don't give it, keep the spirit stone to buy magic weapons for me."
The sound of the small sword sounded.
"Why are you so selfish?"
Zhou Tianzhijian scolded: "Even if you buy magic weapons for you, you won't be able to spend so many spirit stones."
Seeing the two spirits quarreling again, Fang Chen suddenly felt helpless.
He also thought Xiaojian's words made sense.
Now his spirit stone cannot give Zhou Tian a lesson, and he has to spend money on the blade.
The river is surging, and a large group of people from Longling City gather here. A leader of the official brought his soldiers to the river and called out:
"Sir God, Lord God~"
Hurry!
The river water surging to both sides, and a huge head slowly poked out of the river, with dense black scales all over the head.
There are two bulges on the forehead, and it seems that something is about to break out.
The hideous face and a pair of green eyes immediately made the people on the river bank look frightened and awe.
Seeing this, the official said respectfully: "Sir God, three hundred boys and girls are ready."
The God's eyes swept away the innocent children who didn't know what was going on at all, and nodded with satisfaction.
Just as I was about to speak, I saw a figure breaking through the air.
"Don't block the way!"
A sword light flashed, and a blood hole suddenly appeared in the middle of the God's eyebrows. Its eyes gradually became confused and then lost signs of life.
The huge body slowly sank into the water and disappeared.
Everyone was stunned and didn't know what was going on.