Bloody Hell Mountain, the deepest depths.

The blood is churning, the turbid waves are rolling, a blood-colored long river is rushing through, and in the river water that is several feet deep, a piece of bizarre rocks can be faintly seen.

Metal stakes the thickness of water tanks by the river were deeply embedded in the boulders, and each pile was connected to hundreds of iron chains the thickness of little fingers, and the chains were densely covered with barbs, and even blood-colored runes loomed.

Such metal piles are on the rocky ground by the river, densely packed, and there is no edge in sight.

Countless thin chains stretched into the river, still violently shaking.

Through the river, there was a piercing sound of gold and iron hitting 'ding' and chaotic sound, which was extremely harsh and dense like rain.

Suddenly, a burst of red light flashed on an iron chain, the chain tightened, and then quickly pulled back up.

With a piercing screech, a sturdy man with no wisps of it, carrying a set of chisel tools in his left hand and a piece of scarlet ore the size of a human head in his arms, was pulled back to shore by chains.

When the sturdy man returned to the shore, he fell on his stomach, gasping for breath.

The thin metal chain split into three ends with two of them passing through his shoulder bones and the other directly entangled around his neck. Barbs tore at his flesh, blood digging deeper and deeper into his skin.

The blood-colored river was filled with strange corrosive power, and the skin of the sturdy man had been soaked to white ulcers everywhere, and blood was also constantly oozing from it.

On the man's wrist, there is an ordinary metal plaque engraved with the title of 'General of the First Town, First Army, First Army, First Brigade of the Sui Dynasty Border Army'. On the metal brand, a strange demon talisman was inscribed, and the rune light flickered, protecting the metal brand from being corroded by the blood-colored river.

On the man's face, as if giving the animal the logo of the owner's house, a palm-sized word 'slave' was deeply engraved into his forehead and flesh, deep to the bone, and even carved into his bones.

"This river is full of blood-streaked steel. This is an excellent material for casting weapons. "Bloody Prison stood on a boulder by the river, and looked at the sturdy man who had struggled to crawl back from the river and was lying on the ground gasping for breath.

A few little demons who had not yet fully transformed into human form, either heads, limbs, torso and tail, in short, retained some of the characteristics of the original beast body on their bodies, walked over slowly, lifted the ore from the hands of the strong man, and then dropped a piece of black salted meat with some salt particles stuck to it in front of him.

"Hurry up and eat, hurry up and get into the water...... Hey, today, there is still a weight of 2,000 catties, hurry up. "A little demon with a leopard's head and a leopard's tail behind him triumphantly kicked the strong man's head.

"A weapon made of blood-streaked steel can corrode wounds, causing an uninterrupted bleeding effect. Unless it is a god realm, the divine body is different from ordinary people, and it can expel the corrosive power of the wound relatively quickly, and other people, even if they are at the peak of the fetal Tibetan realm, will be in danger of dying due to continuous blood loss. ”

Blood Hell clasped his hands in front of his chest, and said with a smile: "Sister, the innate yin wind and evil spirit here in Blood Hell Mountain are surging to the sky, and there are no other specialties, just rely on this blood pattern steel, sister, I can exchange for those food and clothing, food and pills." ”

Nodding happily, Blood Prison smiled: "However, these days, you have done my sister a great favor, capturing so many Sui Dynasty soldiers alive, and selling them alone is a lot of money." Tsk, in the past two years, life can be more comfortable. ”

The social structure of the Western Demon Kingdom is similar to that of primitive beast tribes, where each race relies on instinct, the small race is dependent on the large group, and the large group is dependent on the giant group, and through fighting and fighting, they demarcate their own territory.

The economic model here basically has no basic model, there is no fixed equivalent, there is no fixed production relationship, and it is still in the stage of extremely primitive barter.

Bloodhell did make a good deal this time.

Pei Feng took the big demon and little demon of Blood Hell Mountain, and cooperated with several surrounding giant demon lords to capture alive countless Sui Dynasty soldiers who had been cut off from their back roads.

Now there are several giant demon lords in the northwest of the Western Demon Country, they are opening up territory to the periphery, and they have laid down a territory for the boss, and they are short of slaves to be coolies. These soldiers of the Sui Dynasty, who were well-cultivated, well-trained, strong and powerful, and could endure the torture of hard labor, became the best candidates.

Therefore, the Blood Prison took the opportunity to make a move, and from the hands of those few giant demon lords, it exchanged for a mountain of Yuan Crystals, countless medicinal herbs and food, countless swords, guns, swords, halberds and other weapons, and it was indeed full of plates.

With these things, the standing regular army of Blood Hell Mountain can quickly expand from 130,000 to more than 10,000 times today.

It's not okay if Bloody Hell isn't happy.

Pei Feng stood beside the Blood Prison, watching the light flicker on the metal stakes, and watching the former Sui Dynasty soldiers panting out of the river to struggle out. As soon as they came out of the water, they lay on the shore to breathe, handing over pieces of blood-patterned steel ore in exchange for pieces of salted meat, large or small, all according to the mood of the little demon.

"Sister has a grudge against the Sui Dynasty?" Pei Feng looked at those Sui Dynasty soldiers and couldn't help but ask about the Blood Prison.

Those identity signs that identify these slaves can be well protected with demon talismans, and Pei Feng can't protect these Sui Dynasty soldiers in the blood if he doesn't believe in the blood prison.

This makes it clear that he deliberately wanted to use this river water to abuse these unlucky officers and soldiers of the Sui Dynasty.

"Of course, there is. Bloodhell was silent for a moment, looking up at the blood-colored clouds that floated across the sky.

"In the Western Demon Country, it is not easy to survive, and all races basically rely on instinct to act. Blood Hell said indifferently: "My body is to kill the blood peacock, and moreover, it is an innate demon born from heaven and earth. It's just that it seems that I am congenitally deficient, but I am actually a bad egg, and after hatching, my body is extremely weak and has no ability to survive at all. ”

"My adoptive mother is an old turtledove that hasn't even fully transformed itself. ”

"She didn't know where she picked up me, and it took a lot of effort to hatch me. When I was completely powerless, she didn't know how many snakes, insects, rats, and ants she desperately fought off and protected me. ”

Blood Hell lowered her head, and with a wave of her right hand, a blood-colored whip shadow flew out of her fingertips and slammed into the body of a flint general.

This whip was so heavy that it almost split the general's body.

Blood Hell said coldly: "When I grow up a little, the power of the bloodline is activated a little, and I have a certain amount of self-protection power, my adoptive mother will be gone......"

"Later, I found out that the prince of the Sui Dynasty likes food. To celebrate the birth of his eldest grandson, he held a feast, including a cup of soup, which was made from a 10,000-year-old turtledove. ”

"My adoptive mother was captured by the big demon and sold to Feng Rong. ”

"The price is just a set of spirit-level armor made by the Suichao Seiko. ”

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