She didn't think that the northern country didn't think about making any treaties at all, and in the eyes of the northerners, the southern country didn't exist.

After a while, maybe it was done kneeling and kowtowing, Lin Xuanchen was escorted outside by the two forbidden soldiers, and she saw Nie Wanliu wearing black chain mail and black feather epaulettes at a glance.

It was the first time she had noticed that a man could have so many badges on his breastplate.

Nie Wanliu saw her, his whole face, and even the whole person turned around, on this solemn occasion, no one can make small moves, and Nie Wanliu will not discuss with Harlan Xuanming before making a decision, and directly said coldly: "Come on, loosen the tie!"

Two Black Feather soldiers walked over and brutally pushed the Forbidden soldiers aside to untie her. Lin Xuanchen also knew that it was okay to suddenly resist and flee at this time, but she felt that among the northerners, Uncle Nie Wanliu would at least not treat her badly.

"Come on, let's be a prisoner for a while, see how they want to use me as a hostage to threaten Brother Yinchen, and when Brother Yinchen is done, let's take a chance to escape together, Pan Rengui has rebelled, what city are you still guarding!" The girl thought angrily, nodded at the two black and gold soldiers, and walked straight towards Nie Wanliu first, Nie Wanliu's relatives wanted to stop her, but Nie Wanliu stopped her.

"I'm sorry girl, I've had to grieve you for a while. There was really a hint of apology in Nie Wanliu's voice.

"It's okay, thank you for the rescue. Lin Xuanchen was calm. Not only Nie Wanliu, but even Harlan Xuanming, who was standing in the middle, nodded secretly: "Sure enough, he is worthy of being one of the 'holy hands' in the southern country, this appearance, this calm and calm bearing, is not an ordinary woman, or even an ordinary concubine!"

"Take her down, let's arrange it. Nie Wan left the order, and Lin Xuanchen was led by two soldiers of the Black Feather Army, got down the city wall, and walked towards the military camp in the northern country.

Under the city walls, unexpectedly a group of girls are waiting for her. Judging from the clothing, they are women from the Nuer tribe in Jianzhou, and speaking of which, their appearance and bearing are not much inferior to the sisters in the hundred gardens.

At the top of the city walls, negotiations have only just begun. "Lord Harlan, the hostages have been handed over, you see......"

"Hmm, did the old man say that it was a hostage?"

"My lord?!" Pan Rengui was startled: "The slave thinks that God has the virtue of a good life......

"The old man knows. Harlan Xuanming looked at the spineless town commander who suddenly surrendered with his nostrils: "Slaughter the city or something, because there is no emperor's will yet, not for the time being, but what about you, you must hand over enough hostages, otherwise is this called surrender?!"

"Then ......" Pan Rengui's face was covered with sweat, just kidding, the emperors of the southern country have fallen into the hands of the northerners, what more hostages?

"Hand over your family as well, or we'll have to fight." Harlan Xuanming's voice was particularly like a demon at this time: "The town commander and the town commander below, Wu Chang and above have to be like this, those whose family members are not here can be exempted, but they must write down the details of the whereabouts, we will verify, there are fraudsters, hehe." "Harlan Xuanming's tone is extremely arrogant, and Pan Rengui and others can only bow down and obey orders at this time, who will let them be captives?

However, people like Chen Youshi, Ding Haibo, and Hua Chufeng escaped, and their families had already settled in Gusu, and if they wanted to let the true king go, Emperor Beiwu would not let go, after all, Gusu at this time was still far outside the occupied area of the northern country.

Captives and slaves never have any human rights.

【Southern Pershing City, Qianqing Palace】

"You don't know anything about true power. The black-clothed young man's sneering voice was like a demon's whisper in his ear, and the magician almost laughed when he heard this. The five words "Too young, too simple" did not blurt out.

"People are not in vain, brother, forgive you. "The magician doesn't care, the other party's Gangfeng strength may not even be as good as his own, such a weak guy actually dares to say big things here. The magician's eyes were full of pity when he looked at him.

The black-clothed young man walked up slowly, the hood tightly covered the tip of his nose, and the white checkered embroidery at the edge was full of mystery, and the young man's steps were very solemn, but the magician wouldn't care: "The second middle school is sick, sometimes it's very deep in the play-"

The young man stretched out a hand, white and slender, not at all like the Gangfeng warriors, the tips of his fingers were infused with vitality, the Gangfeng converged, and an unimaginably powerful wind pressure erupted without warning.

The mystery of wind pressure is unprecedented, and it is completely beyond imagination.

The wind pressure smashed on the body like a transparent steel plate, and the extremely strong shock force could even be transmitted through the overlord body to the body of the magician. The mage was knocked back several steps by the sudden force of the wind, and then spat out a mouthful of blood in great disarray.

"What's the situation!" the magician knew his carelessness, but even if he activated the prophecy magic now, all he saw was confusion! The silver-colored magician was shocked in his heart, it was the first time he had encountered a situation where the prophecy had failed.

"See clearly, this is the power that a true powerhouse in the world should have!" As the black-clothed young man gradually raised his voice, the wind suddenly rose, and the air within a range of hundreds of zhang around him suddenly stood still, locking the mage like a cage, and the young man's hand erupted with an incomparably powerful aura, and his hand quickly expanded in front of the mage's eyes, turning into a leopard head!

"Bloodline Secret Arts?" The magician first thought of the various bloodline secret techniques that he had seen since he came to this world, the genetically modified monsters of the Kanonikor civilization, the sacrificial secret methods of ghosts and gods, and all kinds of witchcraft that did not work at all, the magician's hand hidden under the long silver sleeves slowly clenched into fists, and black fist blades appeared on the knuckles.

"How could it be the Bloodline Secret Technique!" the young man's voice was very confident: "The Bloodline Secret Technique is the path of the evil god, and it needs to be sacrificed, and this kind of thing that only the Chosen One is qualified to cultivate, there is no price for it!"

"I don't think so!" The magician struck first, punching straight and straight, the silver fist wind suddenly darkened, and a black fist shadow slashed like a scythe. The boy snorted coldly, and the leopard's head let out a deafening roar, and a white circle of light burst out, shattering the shadow of Silver Dust's fist with a bang.

Silver Dust felt a sudden pain in his arm, and his entire arm and palm were covered with dense wounds, and blood splattered in all directions in an explosive shape. The magician was so frightened that he quickly teleported back, he couldn't believe that his hand, which was comparable to a precious artifact, could be cut by such a compressed air blade.

"How is that possible?!" The magician's face turned grim, did the opponent in front of him have the ability to ignore all his defenses and the number of ways to advance?

He condensed the runes, but found that when the air in a hundred zhang radius was almost condensed, the originally instantaneous single rune magic actually had to be sung!

"Oh no, maybe it's the reason for this strange force field. The magician didn't wait for the boy's second attack to teleport immediately, ready to escape, but he couldn't escape at all, because when he teleported again, he actually found that the teleportation could not be used continuously, and the young man, just by jumping over, rushed in front of him with the high speed unique to a warrior.

"Staggered defense. Silver Dust's eyes were cold, and at the critical moment when he couldn't immediately use Isaac's spear, he could only swing the Demon Cry Slash Fist again,

The fist shadow flashed, but the boy seemed to have another gravity field on his body, easily shifting the dark fist shadow to the side, and at the same time, the right hand like a leopard's head bit Silver Dust's shoulder fiercely.

Silver Dust pretended to be invincible, reached out and grabbed the young man's sleeve, and the Chi You Wan Transformation Technique quietly activated, turning the black robe into metal. The two of them screamed at the same time, and the young man's body was pierced by several steel knives, and nearly a quarter of the blood vessels on Yinchen's body burst directly.

The blood he spurted out had already turned green. Silver Dust fell to the sky, but after the sound of animals licking and teeth hitting metal came from the boy's body, the black robe shattered silently, revealing the boy's sturdy, barely visible scarred upper body.

"See, this is the real power, the Chosen Battle Spirit. The boy triumphantly patted the vital part of his body, where a steel knife had once been inserted, but now there were only a few thin red gaps.

"Heavenly Chosen Battle Spirit?"

"Yes, the Heavenly Chosen Battle Soul Qi is simply the mystery of combining divine skills and bloodline secret arts, but in fact, it is a new power system. Back then, the gods and the evil gods fought, and the heavens and the earth were torn apart, and the people were poor, and the human race was weak, and they were the slaves of the gods and tribes. Saddened by the humility of the human race, Susanokami was determined to rise up and resist, and in order to gain strength, he signed a contract with the demon clan, obtained the spirit of war, shattered the throne of the gods, and destroyed the throne of all things, killed the hundred tribes, and unified the world...... The Chosen Battle Soul Qi is to cultivate a beast demon in the human body, and the beast demon can change three forms, and each beast demon can change a different form. This is the first weight of the Chosen War Soul, called the Chosen One, this weight is the same as the level of divine skills, all started from Peiyuan, and has been cultivating, but I am afraid that I will reach the peak of the Yuan Infant or even higher realm, in order to advance to the second level, called Wang Jue, that is the strong man who can condense the battle qi in the body and pull out the weapon from the body, now, no one can do this perfectly, but there are many people who will choose to pull out the spine and be a prince for a while, this state, we are called God Eater, because such people must continue to kill the enemy and keep eating the opponent in order to live, otherwise they will become monsters and die...... The strength of the Chosen One is not ordinarily strong, not to mention the users of the bloodline technology, even the users of the Divine Weapons are not opponents at all, the Chosen Battle Soul Qi is actually a combination of the Divine Soldiers, the Divine Skills, and the Bloodline Secret Technique, what beasts and divine weapons are fused, they will have the corresponding abilities of the beasts and the divine soldiers, which are much stronger than stupidly cultivating divine skills, forging divine weapons, and condensing the elixir - it is impossible for the Chosen One to die before he dies!" The black-clothed young man looked at Silver Dust condescendingly, and told him all the reasons and mechanisms, and Silver Dust was sure that he was not showing off.

At this time, the silver dust couldn't even use the Ten Thousand Transformation Technique, and he could feel that his strength had not been damaged at all, but he was suppressed by something and couldn't mobilize it at all.

"You don't look like you're showing off, are you?"

"Of course I'm showing off, I'm showing it off to you! You, a figure that our Shadow Emperor also fancies, of course you can't just kill you, and since you are a staunch Southern Element, then you have to pay a little price if you want to be transformed. ”

"There's no way I'm going to rebel. ”

"Not right now. Only when your power system is completely different from before, or even incompatible, will you sincerely be with us and conquer this world together. Because at that time, there was no place in the world for you except me, and the Chosen One always belonged to the Chosen One, understand?"

"But I don't want your power, do I?" said Silver Dust.

"It doesn't matter, when your little concubine also belongs to our Chosen One, do you still have a choice?"

"What are you talking about? Say it again!" The silver pupils suddenly appeared like crosshairs, far away in the heavenly base of another planet, and the alarm bell sounded.

An assembled strategic bomber of the space-to-earth round-trip type is being loaded with nuclear bombs.

"Don't get me wrong! We're just transforming her into the Chosen One, and so are you! Do you think our master will do something to snatch his wife's concubine?" the boy laughed, the corners of his mouth curled outside, and the smile was very wicked, but a little innocent.

"Her first night must be left to you, don't worry. The young man snapped his fingers, turned around and left, and the silver dust, which had lost all his strength, was carried away by several big men with the blue flag of Jianzhou.

【Southern Pershing Forbidden City Fengzao Palace】

The dormitory of Concubine Jing used to be the dormitory of Concubine Jing has now become a luxurious prison for Yinchen. More than 100 women belonging to the Jianzhou Red Flag are dotting up and down here, trying to create a comfortable environment for Yinchen that will never escape. Yinchen has already taken medicine, it is a real Sanyuan Pill, even if it is the slaves of Jianzhou, it is impossible to refine a super poisonous water like the Purple Blood God Sect.

Yinchen sat cross-legged on the big bed that once belonged to Concubine Jing, closed his eyes and recuperated, holding a bright crystal ball in his shackled hands. Several girls of the same age as him combed their hair and wore flag clothes, through the thin gauze curtains, looking at him affectionately, a little funny and a little annoyed at his rejecting appearance. They understand the state of silver dust as resistance.

At this moment, even a pig can see that the slaves in Jianzhou plan to use the method of corrosion and softening to force the silver dust to be annoying. Sleeping with the girls in Jianzhou, that is a brand that can not be shaken off for a lifetime, the women cultivated by the slaves in Jianzhou are much more powerful than the cosmos, they don't even need vulgar force and poison, just rely on their own bodies and meticulous care, they can make all the men in the world obey. In the culture of Jianzhou slaves, in a family, except for the patriarch who manages the patriarch's wife, all the people below are men in charge of men and women in charge of women, and every small family in the Southern Empire is a husband in charge of his wife, and a father is in charge of his daughter. The advantage of a woman managing a woman is that she can train a young girl to be the most ideal existence in the hearts of all men in the world, without being heroic, decisive, or even too many means.