To the east of the bottom of the Youhe River, the lights are as bright as day. The sky here is illuminated, but in the distance, the gate of the south entrance of the city is wide open. A group of men and women in ragged clothes are walking from a distance.
At this moment, the city gate of Slave City was wide open, and a 100-meter long hunting team headed by a bronze chariot slowly drove into the city gate.
The beast pulling the cart has a lion's head, a leopard's tail, and a dragon's horns. It is five meters tall. The bright red hair on its body is like the fire of hell. Just looking at it makes your eyes burn.
This is the dragon-horned beast. In the primitive jungle in the abyss of the Youhe River, it is an ancient beast with dragon veins and is extremely powerful.
The barbarian guarding the door stepped aside. After a group of tribesmen passed by, he raised his head again. He clasped his hands on his chest and looked arrogantly at the heavy beast carcass being carried behind him. He was sweating profusely and moved forward desperately.
Good prisoners.
"Go quickly!"
"You haven't eaten yet! Hurry up!"
"If you miss the time, everything you do today will be in vain and there will be no merit!"
Snap!
Snap!
While roaring, several fairy guards did not forget to wave their whips to hit the slaves behind. It is indeed a pleasure to bully people who are weaker than themselves.
"roar……"
Ahead, the dragon-horned beast roared majestically. It dragged the bronze chariot behind it and moved forward slowly step by step. As its huge body advanced, the area around the city gate also
Then trembled.
The person in the bronze chariot can be seen at a glance as a famous disciple among the immortals. He is very powerful.
bite!
At this time, the bell hanging in front of the bronze chariot rang.
When the dragon-horned beast heard the order, he immediately stopped. Next to the chariot, an old servant with a fluttering white beard came forward. His face was expressionless. He bowed to the chariot and said, "What are your orders, sir?"
In the chariot, several people laughed sinisterly in unison, and then a voice came: "Old rules. Pick a few beautiful-looking women. Wash them and send them to our palaces."
"Here!"
The old servant responded coldly, bowed deeply again, and then stepped back to carry out the order.
When Zhuo Yifan heard this, he secretly sighed. The entire slave city had simply become a place of entertainment for the powerful disciples among the immortals.
The saddest thing is that once you are imprisoned here, it means losing your freedom forever. Although the immortals obviously have a merit system, whether they leave or not is decided by the higher-ups of the immortals.
In Slave City, there is a special magical material that contains the power of hell lava, which can solidify tools and is very powerful.
"It is said that this deep river was originally extremely clear, making it an excellent place for cultivation. There is a shrine at the bottom of the deep river, and there lives a generation of holy demons. Once upon a time, they became famous and swept across an area. Unfortunately, they failed to break through in the end. They violated the iron rules.
, fell under the punishment of heaven, and now this place has begun to become desolate, lonely, and lacking in vitality." Someone sighed, introducing the history of this place.
Zhuo Yifan nodded secretly. This rumor was consistent with what he had heard. Moreover, the corpse of this holy demon has become the greatest creation in this place. Whoever can find the method of enlightenment will benefit immensely.
But so far, this remains a mystery.
Some people say that the holy demon's corpse has been destroyed by thunder, while others say that this corpse has been forever silent at the bottom of the deep river.
Therefore, over the endless years, the divine corpse became the rumored divine treasure, and it also became a curse for a time. The monks who came here one after another perished, and some were initially full of confidence, but finally returned defeated.
"If you casual cultivators want to join the immortals, you need to pass the qualification test, understand." An old man said to Zhuo Yifan and the others.
At this moment, Zhuo Yifan changed his appearance, and together with several other divine cultivators, he wanted to seek refuge with the immortals. Of course, he was just acting, all just to find out more about it. As for the purpose of the other divine cultivators, that's all.
It’s unknown.
But what he found interesting was that Fu Xi actually thought of him and came here with the intention of pretending to take refuge.
"I advise you not to come here with the intention of spying, otherwise the consequences will be tragic." An old fairy god came forward, holding a glass ball in his hand, and said: "This soluble blood bead can test whether you are a great world spirit."
Loose cultivators. If not, then it proves that you are spies sent by other clans. We will capture you on the spot. No matter what your identity is, you will never be able to escape!"
This old god was familiar with the roads and spoke loudly. He randomly passed by a spiritual cultivator, and the hemolytic beads glowed.
"Take it!" He reacted quickly and pointed to one of the people here.
The surrounding immortals moved so fast that it was unimaginable. When they heard the shouts, they immediately took action. The magic formula was squeezed, the talisman light was activated, and it turned into a sky prison and came down, imprisoning the divine cultivator with a bang.
"Damn it! You fairy clan are so rude! I am the Golden Lion Saint! Why don't you untie me quickly!" The godly cultivator panicked and changed back to his original appearance. The speed of the fairies is number one in the heavens. It's too fast.
He didn't have time to react at all.
"I said, don't take chances! If you still want to go out, ask your master to bring the magical ingredients to apologize! All the prisoners in my Fairy Slave City are slaves. Since you want to come so much, you can become a slave in the future.
!" The old god's words were fierce and unceremonious, and he immediately took down the divine cultivator with a wave of his hand.
Seeing this, Zhuo Yifan quickly circulated his breath and used the Hundred Blood Godhead to dilute his bloodline. His disguise was so perfect that the hemolytic beads could not detect it at all.
He looked at Fu Xi curiously, wondering what method the other party used to hide the hemolytic beads.
"Perhaps this girl has a powerful talisman on her body, so it can shield the blood from prying eyes. But this is not safe, and it is still easy to be exposed." Xiaokeng wrote.
The old god carefully walked around among the remaining people several times, and after confirming that there was no problem, he took back the hemolytic beads and said angrily: "I know that some of you must have used the method to disguise yourself, but I can tell you clearly. Like this
The disguise will never last long. Sooner or later, the truth will be revealed. And if you let me know that you lied to me, you will be imprisoned in the slave city for the rest of your life! No one can escape!"
Then, he pointed out a casual cultivator and said: "You! Come here, let me see your strength."
The casual cultivator nodded and took a step forward.
The old god pointed his hand, and a violent divine light roared, making a long dragon-like roar, and rolled up the casual cultivator. He seemed to be weighing something, and at the same time he quickly came to a conclusion.
"The peak human-god cultivation level can shake the ninth heaven! Not bad!" The old god nodded, and then gave the casual cultivator a spiritual card, indicating that the other party had joined the fairy camp, and then turned to look at Zhuo Yifan: "In
Here, you seem to be the youngest. You are not good at cultivating at such a young age, and you only think about taking advantage of opportunities. This time you join my fairy spirit, I want to test you first. If you are not strong enough, you will be demoted as a slave. Can you
Think about it!"
Zhuo Yifan stared at him silently, then took a step forward and said: "Come on." (To be continued...)