When he noticed the existence of that person, Yan Moyu couldn't help but feel worried about his escape plan, it was difficult enough for him to avoid Xiahou Baizhan, and now he had to face a person who was even more terrifying than Xiahou Baizhan, which made Yan Moyu have an extremely headache.

He has almost explored the spirit pattern on the Forbidden Stone, and he can completely unlock it through the spirit pattern.

Although the spirit pattern on this forbidden stone is very surprising with the spirit pattern that Yan Mo Yu has learned, but the path is the same, for Yan Mo Yu, who has already reached the spirit pattern great master, it is not difficult to unlock this lock.

Just when Yan Moyu was bored writing and painting on the ground, an old man was looking at Yan Moyu with interest.

"It's a very mysterious spirit pattern, and you also know the spirit pattern?"

The old face like an orange peel came in front of Yan Moyu.

Yan Moyu was startled by this old man, and hurriedly erased the spirit patterns on the ground.

But it was too late, the old man just lightly clicked, Yan Moyu's body couldn't move, and with the flick of the other party's fingers, Yan Moyu's body suddenly flew out.

"It's interesting, it's a little interesting, it's a little rough, but it's a very interesting spirit pattern."

Looking at the spirit pattern that Yan Moyu had drawn casually just now, the old man nodded.

"Master Kong, just a slave, you can't commit—"

Xiahou Bailian hurried over.

Master Kong smiled, shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Rotten wood cannot be carved!" ”

Xiahou Bailian's face turned red, but he didn't dare to attack, he knew very well how terrifying this old thing in front of him was, even his eldest brother Xiahou Baizhan was not the opponent of this old thing, the martial arts were a mess, and more importantly, this old man was the worship of the Xiahou family, and even his father was courteous to this old man.

After rubbing Yan Moyu's spirit pattern down, Master Kong returned to his carriage, but the carriage was not peaceful this night, and from time to time there were swords flying out, and the guards of the Xiahou family even had a hit, so they hung up directly.

Yan Moyu couldn't help but shrink his neck, this old man was so terrifying, it was just a sword condensing talisman, and he could play so many flowers, even a half-golden immortal-level monk couldn't resist it.

"Xiahou family boy, this sword is for you!"

Early in the morning, Master Kong threw a dead branch to Xiahou Baizhan.

Xiahou Baizhan's face changed greatly, he turned over and landed, and respectfully caught the dead branch that the old man threw over.

Although this was originally just an ordinary branch, it became extraordinary after Master Kong carved the spirit pattern on it, but what surprised Yan Moyu even more was how this Master Kong carved one hundred and eight thousand sword condensing talismans on such an ordinary object, and it stands to reason that this dead branch should not be able to withstand the power of these sword condensing talismans and collapse.

"Huh!"

Xiahou waved at will, and a sword blade spanned thousands of miles, leveling a mountain range in the distance.

Rao is Xiahou Baizhan couldn't help but gasp, the power of this withered branch was even above his Qingying Sword, if the spirit pattern on this withered branch was used on his own Qingying Sword, then to what extent would the power of his Qingying Sword increase?

"Thank you, Master Kong!"

Xiahou Baizhan hurriedly thanked him, this piece of withered branch is invaluable, and only a strong person like Master Kong has the ability to turn decay into magic.

The Xiahou family held tens of thousands of slaves into a vast plain, on which cities were connected one after another, only a few hundred miles apart.

When the caravan of the Xiahou family entered the first city, the tens of thousands of slaves immediately caused a sensation in this city.

Slaves are the lowest things, and even the status of livestock is higher than that of slaves, but at the same time, slaves are the most valuable wealth, especially those who are powerful, and they are priceless, and countless people are willing to spend a lot of money to buy these slaves.

It has been hundreds of years since a slave caravan entered the Eight Desolation Plains, and many monks in the hundreds of cities on the Eight Desolation Plains have long been looking forward to it.

"Many slaves are not weak in strength, and many of them are at the level of half-golden immortals."

Several monks looked at this huge team of slaves with interest, commenting on the slaves, and looking at Yan Moyu and them as if they were looking at a piece of goods.

With a wave of Xiahou Bailian's palm, hundreds of slaves, including Yan Moyu, were singled out, and each of them got a hard and stone-like thing.

"Eat it."

Xiahou Bailian said viciously.

Yan Moyu frowned, how could this hard and stone-like thing be eaten? But he felt that the thing in his hand contained an extremely amazing aura, and if he swallowed it, it would be very good for his body.

Although it was unpalatable, Yan Moyu still gnawed this thing down for the sake of his body.

Sure enough, the abundant aura continued to impact Yan Moyu's body, and the thin body that had been emaciated due to the days of rushing gradually recovered, almost returning to its peak state.

Hundreds of people, including Yan Moyu, can be said to be the strongest in this slave team, and such slaves can definitely be sold for a good price.

Good goods naturally have to be in good condition, so the Xiahou family will be so kind and give them food to restore their peak cultivation.

During this period of time, Yan Moyu had already discovered that this was not any of the realms he was familiar with, the heaven and earth aura in this realm was amazing, even the simplest food had extremely amazing aura, even if he was now a half-golden immortal cultivator, he could also make up for the lack of spiritual power in his body through food.

"Sister, look, there are so many slaves, look at it, look at it!"

A teenage girl excitedly pointed to the slave standing on the side of the street and shouted loudly.

These tens of thousands of slaves are the goods that can be selected by others, once someone takes a fancy to them, there will be people from the Xiahou family who will come up to negotiate with them, and when the price is negotiated, the slave is taken away like a dog.

"Don't make a fuss, we're not here to play."

A woman gently tapped the little girl's head.

The little girl pouted and said dissatisfiedly, "We want to buy slaves!" ”

A steward of the Xiahou family immediately walked up and asked politely: "Two young ladies, I don't know what kind of slaves you want to buy, this time our Xiahou family has a large number of slaves, everything, this is only the first batch, if the two young ladies are not satisfied, there will be a second batch in a few months." ”

"We want a slave from the half-golden immortal realm, and our strength can't be too weak."

The woman said.

The eyes of the housekeeper of the Xiahou family lit up, the price of a slave in the half-golden immortal realm was very expensive, and if he completed this business, he would be able to get a lot of commissions himself.

"The two young ladies are really good eyesight, this half-golden immortal realm slave is not easy to find, except for my Xiahou family, it is very difficult for you to find a slave in the half-golden immortal realm!"

The steward of the Xiahou family said with a smile.

Soon, someone pulled out more than ten slaves from hundreds of Immortal Realm slaves, their strength was not bad, and they were also masters in the Half-Golden Immortal Realm, and Yan Moyu happened to be among them.

"It's not easy to catch the slaves of the half-golden immortal cultivator, so the price of these slaves will be higher."

The gaze of the housekeeper of the Xiahou family swept over Yan Moyu's group of people and said.

"How much does it cost?"

The teenage girl couldn't help but ask.

"I want a hundred crystal walls!"

The steward of the Xiahou family raised a finger and replied.

The woman and the little girl couldn't help but be taken aback by the high price, a hundred crystal walls, this price is enough to discourage most people, this is not a small amount, enough to make most people bankrupt.

Although there was a look of hesitation on the woman's face, she finally gritted her teeth and nodded, took out a hundred crystal walls from the Sumeru ring and handed them to the steward.

The steward's eyes were about to narrow into a slit, and they all said that the people of the Eight Desolations Plain were rich and wealthy, and this time he really saw that the business of a hundred crystal walls was just like this, and he could at least get a commission from one crystal wall.

The woman's glance back and forth on these dozen slaves seemed to be in order to match this woman, and these slaves all raised their momentum to the highest, and the coercion of the half-golden immortal level suddenly enveloped the city.

Yan Moyu was locked by the Divine Forbidden Stone and the Blood God Qi in his body, even if he wanted to improve his momentum, it was impossible.

All the slaves desperately wanted to be bought, and life in the slave caravans was like hell, as long as they were bought by their masters, their lives would be somewhat better.

The woman's gaze fell on Yan Moyu's body, and a glint flashed in her eyes, and she recognized the Divine Forbidden Stone on Yan Moyu's body, which was specially used to detain powerful monks.

Among these slaves, Yan Moyu was the only one who was locked up by the Divine Forbidden Stone, and she naturally knew the difference.

"Just him!"

The woman pointed at Yan Moyu and said.

The steward nodded, and stabbed a long needle into Yan Moyu's head

Yan Moyu's heart trembled, this long needle actually pierced into his soul, and the long needle changed, like a shackle locking his soul.

"Where's the dust? Why is there no response? ”

Yan Moyu was stunned for a moment, the other party's long needle could imprison his soul, which had already surprised him, but what made Yan Moyu even more surprised was that Yu Duhuan would sit idly by and didn't help?

"This is the Soul Stone, as long as the Soul Stone is in your hands, this slave will not resist."

As he spoke, the steward handed over a crystal stone.

Then the steward removed the Forbidden Stone from Yan Moyu's body, casually tied Yan Moyu's hands with a rope, and handed the rope into the woman's hands.

The slave trade continued, and now Yan Moyu was just an inconspicuous commodity in the slave trade.