The men let their guard down, and one of them, who seemed to be taking the lead, spoke.

After the voice fell, several people walked forward quickly, grabbed Wang Chen, and then took out the hemp rope and tied Wang Chen into zongzi.

"Slave ......"

Wang Chen was very helpless, but it just so happened that he had a chance to blend in with these Southern Barbarian forces, although this identity was a little embarrassing, but he could still adapt to it.

Being tied up, Wang Chen came to the camp of the Heavenly Poison Tribe.

This camp is not very large, there are 100 tents, but it is like a small village in the mortal realm, it should be a small tribe.

Walking into the camp, Wang Chen looked at the camp, almost every tent was painted with this strange-shaped insect, which should be a poisonous insect.

Walking in the camp, many people looked at Wang Chen, their eyes full of contempt.

In the center of the camp, there is a huge stone pillar carved with an extremely intricate totem that resembles the totems on these men in black armor.

"Look at what, this is the greatest totem of my Heavenly Poison Tribe, and it is not something that you as a mortal can see. ”

As he spoke, a big man yelled at Wang Chen, quickly pressed Wang Chen and left.

Walk to the very edge of the camp, where there is a row of cages with many yellow-faced and thin people.

These people, without the slightest aura fluctuation on their bodies, are obviously mortals, and it seems that the Heavenly Poison Tribe will also capture some mortals and use them as slaves.

"Let's go in!" Opening the door of the cage, Wang Chen was loosened from the rope on his body and retreated.

In the cage, most of them said that middle-aged men, and there were also a few old men, and when they looked at Wang Chen, their eyes had an indescribable feeling, in short, it was very unpredictable.

"Kid, why have you been caught too, you are still young, you should find a chance to escape! ”

An old man staggered up to Wang Chen and said with some regret.

"Uncle. ...... you," Wang Chen asked hesitantly.

"I've been arrested since I was thirty years old, and now thirty years have passed, ala......s," the old man smiled bitterly, then ignored Wang Chen, turned to leave, and found a corner to sit down.

Looking at this cage, there are many people who are in the same grade as him, but these people give Wang Chen a kind of aftermath that seems to have been infected by something for a long time.

There is a hint of blue in the corner of everyone's eye.

Could it be that the Heavenly Poison Tribe is testing these slaves for poison?

If this is really the case, Wang Chen would not mind destroying this tribe, after all, such a frenzied tribe should not exist.

As Wang Chen's divine sense spread, he found that in this camp, the highest cultivator was the one, but in the middle of the Heaven Voyeur Realm, if he really let go of his hand and fight, Wang Chen was confident that he would kill him.

After a few days without incident, someone sent leftovers every day, although some of them already emitted a foul smell, but after all, it was also food, if you don't eat it, you can starve to death, and only if you eat it, Wang Chen, as a monk, will be fine even if you don't eat it for several years.

"Young man, you better eat a little, it is indeed unbearable at first, but it is better than starving, and tomorrow it will be time to boil the bones of beasts, if you don't have the strength, you will lose your life." ”

It was still the old man, he saw that Wang Chen did not eat the food sent, and kindly persuaded him.

Hearing this, Wang Chen's eyes lit up, and he pushed the food in front of him to the old man, and then said, "Uncle, what is boiling animal bones?"

The old man paused, looked at the food in front of him, the newcomer always has to suffer a few losses to know what is smelly and what is fragrant, anyway, his own ration is not enough, eat more tomorrow will be stronger.

Put Wang Chen's food into his own plate, and then he opened his mouth and said to Wang Chen: "This Heavenly Poison Tribe, there is a skeleton that I don't know where to get it, that one is bigger than our tree, every five days, we slaves will be asked to make a fire, split the bones, and then throw it into a large soup pot to boil until the black liquid boils out." ”

"Black liquid, could it be the things on them?" Wang Chen said hesitantly.

"Yes, those black liquids are treasures, they can give birth to divine power when they touch their bodies, and they can also communicate with the totems of the Heavenly Poison Tribe and obtain immortal power?"

The old man said with envy on his face.

"If you can really give birth to divine power, then why don't you secretly wipe a little bit yourself, so that you have divine power, and you can leave soon. Wang Chen asked, looking forward to this boiled beast bone in his heart, maybe the totem secret of the Heavenly Poison Tribe was in the beast bone.

Hearing Wang Chen's words, a touch of rejection suddenly appeared on the old man's face: "Don't, don't, young man, even if you want to get divine power, don't recruit those black liquids, those black liquids are poisonous, we ordinary people, we will die if we touch them, for so many years, I have seen many people secretly contaminated with these black liquids, but as a result, all of them turned into thick water, and there was not even bone residue left." ”

"So powerful?" Wang Chen said in surprise.

The old man nodded, and didn't want to say more, so he sat aside with his meal and ate it in a big gulp.

Wang Chen thought about it, sat down cross-legged, secretly urged the red spar in his palm, and watched absorbing the aura in the air and cultivating.

On the second day, it was nearly half-ringing.

A group of strong men in black armor opened the door of the cage and shouted impatiently: "Hurry up and get out of here, today is the day to boil the bones, if anyone dares to be lazy for me, break my legs, and feed the dogs!"

A group of slaves were taken out of the cage by the strong man in black armor, and walked along the path towards the outside of the camp, most of the slaves here had already participated in the boiling of animal bones, and although they did not want to go, they had to go.

After nearly half an hour of driving, a huge altar finally appeared in front of him, and in the middle of the altar there was a huge skeleton, exuding a terrifying coercion.

At a glance, with Wang Chen's knowledge, he immediately recognized that this huge skeleton was clearly the leg bone of a demon beast, but what kind of demon beast, Wang Chen didn't know.

As the group of people walked around, they were driven to the altar by the big man in black armor.

But they are reluctant to go to the altar and keep a certain distance from it.

"Let's get to work!"

After the black-armored man finished speaking, a group of people spread out and surrounded the altar, and sat down on the spot.

On the altar, the slaves who had experienced the boiling of animal bones also knew what they should do, and they scattered in all directions, each busy.

These people had a clear division of labor, some were on the altar, holding a long stick, constantly turning in a deep pool under the bones, and others were under the altar, chopping wood, raising flames, and began to boil.

"Young man, you are here for the first time, so let's be on the altar first, and when you get acquainted with it later, you can find a suitable position for you, you follow me, see what I do, you can do it, remember, don't let those black liquids stick to your body. ”

The old man said kindly.

Wang Chen nodded, took the stick handed by the old man, and kept chewing in the pool under the bones.

As the flames rose beneath his feet, there was still some heat on the altar, but it was within the limits of what he could bear.

The flames rose, and the bones showed a hint of refining, and drops of black liquid dripped down with the cracks in the bones and landed in the deep pool below.

When Wang Chen was urging to move, he urged the power of cultivation to feel what the black liquid was.

It didn't matter if he looked at it, Wang Chen was suddenly speechless with joy.

Because there is a large amount of aura in this black liquid, it is no wonder that these slaves dare not contaminate it, because the aura in this black liquid is extremely rich, and the mortal body will be directly corroded by this aura, and only the body of a monk can withstand it.

In addition, there seems to be a very strange fluctuation in these liquids, like a kind of parasitism, if it is not to absorb the aura in these black liquids, but to spit it on the body, although it will also absorb the aura, but it is also like a seed, planting these black liquids on the body, it will take root and sprout, so that people can rely on these black liquids to absorb the aura, so as to achieve the effect of cultivation.

"I see. ”

After looking at the bones, it seemed to open a new door for Wang Chen.

This black liquid, as well as the totem,......

This is just a small Heavenly Poison tribe, Wang Chen is still not sure what he thinks in his heart, it is better to go to other tribes in the future and take a look.

During the boiling process, these black liquids would emit a kind of blue light from time to time, which filled the air, and it was obvious that the corners of the slaves' eyes were infected by these blue lights.

It's just that these blue lights, when they are close to Wang Chen, can't enter Wang Chen's body, because Wang Chen's external artistic conception has a layer of aura to isolate it.

Anyone who is contaminated with these blue lights will be controlled by those who have smeared them with these black liquids, and even if they flee, they can be found quickly.

Boiling animal bones, Wang Chen naturally couldn't come in vain.

After secretly urging his cultivation and looking around, no one was paying attention to him, Wang Chen began to absorb the aura in this black liquid and improve his cultivation.

For himself, this is like giving himself a lot of spirit stones.

"This feeling is simply too comfortable, the people of the Heavenly Poison Tribe are all good people!"

Wang Chen stirred the black liquid under the pond vigorously, and at the same time absorbed the aura in the black liquid, and the whole person was beautiful.

From the beginning of sucking a little bit, to the end, after Wang Chen found that he didn't notice it at all, his courage became bigger and bigger, and he absorbed the aura in a big gulp.

In the eyes of the surrounding slaves, Wang Chen was tired and panting.

couldn't help but smile secretly, this little guy is still young.

(End of chapter)