Bai Ye stood at the head of the clouds, watching the long dragon squirm, these people under his feet were not really human, they looked like people, not people.

He emerged from the clouds, and one of the several monks immediately noticed him and shouted, "What man? ”

Several monks were immediately alerted, and the magic weapon in their hands was shining brightly, ready to greet Bai Ye at any time.

It's not that they are overly careful, but in this wasteland, the aura is thin and there are few people, and only robbers who have fled here, and low-level monks like them who have come to capture the desert slaves and want to make a fortune will come here.

There was a sudden appearance of a person, and they could not be careless.

Bai Ye was dressed in blue, with the appearance of a young man, and the leader looked Bai Ye up and down a few times, and before he could see Bai Ye's face clearly, he was already angry:

"Bold desolate slave, see this immortal ......"

The monks were not humans, but this man was a lion-headed man, shaped like an upright lion, wearing a robe embroidered with three stars in gray, and he shouted at the white night, and a pair of fluffy lions clutched two spiky maces in their claws.

At this time, a birdman behind the lion's head quietly pulled his clothes and whispered: "Senior brother, you see clearly, how can a desolate slave fly in the sky?" ”

The lion-headed senior brother's eyes narrowed, and he just saw that Bai Ye's appearance looked like a deserted slave, and he didn't pay attention to it for a while.

It is a well-known thing that the deserted slave is born with the inability to cultivate spiritual energy, but the fact that this person can stand on the clouds shows that if he does not have flying objects, he has the ability to soar the clouds and control the fog.

The lion-headed senior brother's pair of huge eyes like copper bells looked carefully, this person had no marks on his forehead and eyebrows, although his face was similar to that of the slave, but there were differences, his ears were not sharp, and although his face was not ugly, he was far inferior to the handsome men and women of the slaves.

Senior Brother Lion's face changed several times, he couldn't see Bai Ye's cultivation clearly, and he couldn't figure out Bai Ye's doorway, so he changed his smile and said: "This Taoist friend, in the Lion Heart of the Lower Star Gate, specially brought a few junior disciples to earn some small money, I don't know what is wrong with friends blocking the way?" ”

Bai Ye's gaze fell on his blade, he sneered, and the two maces shrank and disappeared into his cuffs.

"You're here to capture slaves and sell them for money?"

Bai Ye glanced at the long dragon who had not stopped and was still walking blindly, and asked calmly.

"Yes, prices have skyrocketed these years, the elixir needs spirit stones, the cheats treasure needs spirit stones, and the monthly sect supplement alone is not enough for cultivation. We are not the seeds of the sect, we have a huge supply of resources from the sect, and if we don't find our own way, it will be difficult to raise this cultivation. ”

Senior Brother Lion-headed shook his head and sighed, and the rest of the people also nodded in acquiescence, such as the low-level monks of these sects, they often fight for a medicinal herb and a magic weapon, and most of the monks who die in the wild every year are not buried in the mouth of the demon beast, but in the hands of the same monks.

Immortal cultivators, pay attention to chance creation, pay attention to a word, this so-called "fight", is not to fight, but to fight, win, and fight.

Often a cave is found, which will attract many monks to go, and it is very common for monks to kill people and dig pits and frame them because of a certain treasure.

"What is the price of these slaves?"

Bai Ye asked directly.

"This is cheap, ten desolate slaves at a time."

"Daoist friends want some desolate slaves? But this desolate slave is useless to my generation of monks, and it is also dirty to decorate the cave with this red and mundane atmosphere. Except for the occasional tooth sacrifice and the ability to refine the magic weapon of the Demon Dao with the Soul Sacrifice, there is only that good woman......"

The lion head said, looking at the white night, when it came to refining the magic weapon of the Demon Dao with the soul sacrifice, the eyes of several people were condensed.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't, I want to make a deal with you."

Bai Ye's indifferent gaze looked directly at them, and suddenly he pointed a few points, and before a few people had time to react, five rays of light had already shot into the sea of knowledge of several people, turning into a hidden data lurking.

"What have you done to us?"

The lion's face sank instantly, and he and a few people saw a few wisps of white light shooting into the center of his eyebrows, but they disappeared in a blink of an eye, and searched them one by one in the sea of knowledge, but they didn't find it.

"No other, just a little gadget. As I said, it's a deal, and of course it won't be a disadvantage to you. ”

Bai Ye smiled lightly, holding Xiao Xuwu in his left hand, and in the surprised eyes of those people, his right hand slowly pressed to the desert on the right.

"Boom"

The yellow sand is long, the ground is shaking, and the leylines in a radius of thousands of miles seem to be rolling, and in the boundless desert, a palm print with a radius of thousands of miles is directly pressed.

"Plop"

Several people's eyes widened, and they hurriedly fell to the clouds, bowing to the ground, and didn't even dare to have more atmosphere.

The person in front of him, the strength of the means, I am afraid that it is difficult for the elders of the Star Gate to do it.

What's more, this is still in the Western Desert Wasteland where the aura is thin, and the power of a palm is terrifying!

"The little one has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, since the seniors want these desolate slaves, take them, and I hope the seniors will let us go."

The lion head said while kowtowing, no longer called kowtow, several people were simply banging their heads on the ground.

"It doesn't have to be so, I said, it's just a transaction, and I put a ban on you to keep it secret and prevent you from talking nonsense. As for whether you will talk nonsense, I can't control it, but you should be able to think of the end of nonsense. ”

Bai Ye's tone was light and gentle, neither threatening nor tempting, which made the lion heads chill from the bottom of their hearts.

The walking dragon heard the roar of the earth, as if the heavens were shaking, paused slightly, looked at the giant palm imprinted on the desert, and continued walking.

Who are those people on the clouds, and those monks are kowtowing, what does it have to do with them?

"What's the matter, senior, please command! The little ones must follow the orders of their predecessors and go to the soup and fire, and they will not give up. ”

As soon as Bai Ye raised his empty hand, a force pulled several people up, and several people's foreheads were covered with blood, but Bai Ye knew that these people were of different races, and they were among the immortals, and their bodies had already surpassed ordinary humans, how could they be bleeding after a few kowtows, and until now, the blood has been flowing, which is deliberately done by several people for Bai Ye to see.

Bai Ye looked at the appearance of a few people, and said with a smile: "You don't need to go to the soup." If you really want to do anything important about life and death, you definitely don't want to. As I said, it's a deal, and naturally you and I take what we need and get what we get. ”

"Then I don't know ......, what is the deal that the predecessor said?"

Senior Brother Lion-headed said respectfully to Bai Ye, but his heart was already full of joy, and he said secretly: "Is this my chance creation?" But we must grasp it well and strive to soar in one day. ”

The light in his eyes flickered, and several other people thought of this, and their expressions became more and more respectful to Bai Ye.

It's just that these people have another thought in their hearts, "If you don't have these senior brothers, can you enjoy this opportunity exclusively?" ”

A few people hid their minds very well, Bai Ye looked at it in his eyes, and shook his head gently, this is the so-called battle of creation and fate of those immortal cultivators?

"I buy these desolate slaves, you don't need you to lower the price, just buy them for me at the normal market price. Also, you can go and collect more slaves, and I'll buy them at a higher than average price. I will buy as much as you can gather. That's the deal I'm talking about! I'm in a good mood once in a while, and maybe I have something else to offer. But ......"

Bai Ye's words changed, his tone suddenly became cold, and several people hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to look directly.

Bai Ye said again: "But I don't want others to know. I see that a few of you are not highly cultivated, so I will give you a few tools to defend yourself. ”

The sleeves of the white night robe flicked, and a few magic weapons that were full of aura and knew at a glance that they were not ordinary flew down, and fell in front of several people.

"Senior brother, this seems to be a high-grade spiritual weapon, I'm not dreaming, right?"

A man with the head of a black panther stepped forward and reached out to touch one of the magic weapons that looked like a meteor hammer.

"Smack!"

The lion-headed brother turned around and slapped the leopard's head.

"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, why are you beating me, brother?"

"It's not a dream now, is it?!"

"Hey, no, no."

A few people were on the ground, looking at the spirit weapon in front of them with an excited face, looking at that look, it was like a hungry and thirsty pervert meeting a peerless beauty in front of him, and almost saliva was about to flow into a waterfall.

Bai Ye waved his hand, and several pieces of information fell into the sea of knowledge of several people, which was the method of refining several spiritual weapons, one for each person, and several people hurriedly dripped blood to refine.

After a while, several people put away the so-called spiritual weapons and said to Bai Yeqi: "Thank you, senior!" ”

Bai Ye nodded and threw out a storage bag, "This is 10,000 lower-grade spirit stones." In the future, every six months, you can come here again to trade. ”

Without waiting for a few people to speak, a wind rose in the white night, and the wind swept a few people, feeling that the sky was spinning, the sun and the moon were dim and difficult to see, and when they regained their clarity, they were already thousands of miles away, in the middle of a sect mountain.

Everything just now was like a dream, and several people felt that the spiritual weapon in Zhihai and the storage bag in the hands of Senior Brother Lion Head were all burning in their eyes, and they had their own thoughts.

Bai Ye sent a few people away, and drove the cloud to the front of the long dragon, the long dragon suddenly stopped, and Bai Ye's voice was not loud or small, reaching the ears of every desolate slave, "You guys, free!" However, it is not free either! ”

Postscript: In the setting of this book, cultivating immortals and cultivating truths are different. There used to be a civilization of cultivation......

This last volume will fill in the pit ahead. (To be continued.) )