The woman who sold the hides was still lying on the ground, motionless.

A trace of hesitation flashed on the little girl's face, but her arm had already been retracted, and she conjured up an ice-blue transparent steel needle upside-down fist gauntlet, which was very special among the Chosen One, because the Chosen ones would generally transform their bodies into animal mouths, claws, thorns, crows, Ao, etc., and would not directly transform into ice weapons, which only had a little effect on monsters, but had no effect on the Chosen One.

The little girl tensed her face and punched down hard, and the ice spikes on the ground of the fist easily pierced the poor woman's throat, and a trace of incredulity and anger flashed in the woman's eyes, and then turned into deep despair and pleading, and then her eyes spread and died.

The little girl did not hesitate to stuff Lin Xuanchen into the animal skin, moving the animal skin indiscriminately, as if she wanted to bury her alive with the animal skin.

"Good sister, more here, don't exude your skills......" She said to Lin Xuanchen in a deep and steady manner, Lin Xuanchen couldn't nod, she couldn't even move her eyes, she couldn't express the gratitude and worry that suddenly rolled in her heart, she knew this little girl, just as the little girl knew her. This little girl is none other than Lin Qingyu, the slave of Jianzhou who is about to complete his slave education.

The little girl buried Lin Xuanchen in it, and the hand that was covering the animal skin suddenly stopped, and the air was full of the cold coercion of the Yuanying master.

The coercion was like the winter of extinction, and it froze the little girl at once. Lin Xuanchen was horrified to see that a crazy figure appeared behind the little girl.

The man's face is the face of madness, the man's posture is the distortion of madness, and the tone of the man's voice is like that of the first high-level brain-dead person in the universe treating the lowest lowly slave: "You do this......"

The woman's voice came, and what was originally a very ordinary sentence was full of undisguised contempt and humiliation for all people in the world. Lin Qingyu turned around in an instant and knelt down: "Master, I was wrong......

The little girl's tone was begging, with a crying tone, Lin Xuanchen, who was lying in the pile of animal skins, suddenly tightened her heart, she was afraid that this so-called master would launch a round of cruel abuse of the little girl than death, she knew that the Chosen One was different from ordinary Gangfeng cultivators, their bodies had a strong ability to recover, so they could withstand greater pain and humiliation.

"You're not wrong. The woman said in a chanting-like voice, "You have only done a meaningless thing, a meaningless thing, not right, not wrong, just meaningless—" She said as she stretched out her hand like lightning, and at the same time that the icy fangs grew out of her arm, her whole arm became a thorny neck, and at the front of her neck was attached a head shaped like a monk's head that could open its mouth. The head opened its big mouth and bit the soft flesh at the junction between Lin Xuanchen's neck and one shoulder, and picked Lin Xuanchen up.

Lin Xuanchen trembled in pain, and the special soul qi in her body flowed explosively, diluting the effect of the pink nerve agent a little, so that she could tremble, but she still didn't have the strength to raise her arm. The woman carried her with her mutated arms, lifted her up to the little girl's eyes, and sneered, of course, to Lin Xuanchen's ears, it should be a wild laugh to continue what she had just said:

"-Just like this person, there is no meaning, so he doesn't deserve to live, and of course he doesn't deserve to be good-looking, but no matter whether it's good-looking or ugly, in short, it's meaningless, and it shouldn't exist, and it doesn't exist meaninglessly, so I, Xiao Xuanxuan, you Lin Qingyu, have the obligation to eliminate these meaningless garbage!"

As she spoke, she shook her hand and threw Lin Xuanchen far away, just throwing it to the black-feared women who were tying up the female slaves and putting them in an iron cage-like box, one of the black-robed women had just finished "packing" a female slave, so she picked her up, turned her hands into the mouthparts of two insects, spit out a piece of real cold wire from the mouthpiece, tied Lin Xuanchen's hands behind her back, and then stuffed her into a narrow iron cage.

Lin Xuanchen curled up in the iron cage in a very uncomfortable posture, feeling like she was being tortured, she endured it, did not cry or make trouble, the power urged the soul power in her body, and frantically absorbed all the energy around her that could be converted into soul power, in order to dispel the toxin in her body that made her lose all her physical strength.

"Is there still a poison in this world that specializes in dissipating physical strength......" Lin Xuanchen worked harder, the more she felt weaker, she ran "Nine Days" for three weeks, and was about to switch to "Xuanyang", when she suddenly felt a terrible sleepiness attacking, and couldn't help but close her eyes.

At this time, Arreli, whom she knew, was also bundled and packed, and was tragically put into a small cage and placed on top of her cage.

On the other side, Lin Qingyu's master did not punish her, but just helped her up, pulling her like a mother with a child, walking and shuttling among a group of busy black-robed women, as if she was visiting a very empty city. This woman's name is Xiao Xuanxuan, and she is the upper generation of the Puppet Sect's sect master, two generations higher than Tao Yuanyuan, but she doesn't seem to know about Tao Yuanyuan's existence, and she doesn't know that someone can steal a large number of puppets and even a branch base from under the puppet sect's nose. Xiao Xuanxuan looks like she is in her thirties, her appearance is good, she exudes a sexual @ sense and even lust @ lust, she is the most flirtatious at men, with black hair and green eyes, beautiful facial features, and fair skin that can be broken by blowing, but when she is not a man, she always exudes a frightening unreasonable madness and arrogance, she looks at all women in the world with contempt, and even Lin Qingyu's eyes are extremely contemptuous, she rarely says something scolding and hurtful, but even if it is normal communication, her tone and tone are like teasing the humble ants。

She was wearing a black robe at this time, the robe was sewn from human scalp, and the black long hair was actually the hair of a dead man, she was wearing such a robe with fine "black hair", which was naturally very warm, and her figure stretched out to pull the little girl through a group of charming Jianzhou women, posing as a full supervisor. Her indifferent and contemptuous style made the self-esteem Jianzhou slaves dissatisfied, but because of the death of the big financier of this operation, giving money and equipment to smuggle them here, and also giving them the facilities to establish the Ice Spirit Dao and establish an outpost, she didn't dare to attack, so she could only speed up without saying a word.

"I said can you hurry up? It's just tying people up and packing boxes, do you have to spend a day on such a simple job?" After touring dozens of times and again, Xiao Xuanxuan's patience was quickly worn out, or rather, she was going to lose interest in anything, and when she got bored, she quickly lost her patience.

"Xiao Xuanxuan, big financier, we are already soon!" At this time, a forty-year-old woman with a white flag attached to Jianzhou Nuer argued in a low voice: "What you want is 3,000 people......"

"Can't you fucking count? There are 3,000 people in this whole field? It's only 500 people! We have this place to wait for the big bazaar in a few days, and this year's Chosen Tributary and other big events, and a few more votes to get together the 3,000 people I want! How can there be 3,000 girls in their teens or twenty in such a fucking poor place? Do you have no brains to speak? Or, you single-celled creatures don't have brains to speak of. ”

"You!"

"Okay Weiping, hurry up and do the work, we will be liberated after this trip, I just hope that we will not meet such a difficult big gold lord in the future......" A younger companion beside the woman with the white flag poked her lightly with his finger, and at the same time lowered his voice to comfort: "Although this person has great powers and can get everything, but his temper in dealing with people is simply smelly, and he is as ...... as 2580,000."

"That's it!" The middle-aged woman known as Wei Ping sped up the action of tying people and packing them, and at the same time, in order to vent the anger in her heart, she pinched the chest of a poor Jiangnan girl.

Unexpectedly, the conversation between the two of them was still heard by Xiao Xuanxuan in the Yuanying realm, she suddenly let go of the hand holding Lin Qingyu, hugged her arm and squinted her eyes, and let out an almost unbearable laugh like the cry of a mocking bird: "Hehehehe! I dragged it like 2580,000? Can you sows say the same about me? Who am I? What are you?" A group of hairy, blood-drinking uncivilized orangutans on the primitive indigenous planet, a group of two-legged animals, actually came to confront me, the guide of the apocalypse? Okay? I'm not angry, I'm not angry with a group of animals, let's wait and see, and see who is the frog struggling on the experimental bench when the apocalypse comes!"

Her voice was far away, causing the two people behind her who were fighting to the death suddenly stopped. Mrs. Dedradeck was already slightly at a disadvantage at this time, one of the cone-shaped bone spurs growing in the palm of her hand had been broken, and the countless ice spikes that erupted from her feet had also broken a small half, and the Dadalok Zhihe, who was called "Jessica", was wearing armor, and a thick layer of ice chain mail had formed on the surface of the originally soft black fur robe, and several faint damages on the chain mail were also rapidly healing.

The Chosen are completely different from ordinary warriors, they don't need melee weapons, their bodies, soul power operates, and they can turn limbs and even torso into mouths, claws, teeth, thorns, suction cups, tentacles, barbed wires, etc., each person's war spirit actually has many forms to choose from. At this time, the battle between Madame Dradeck and Zhihe was a process in which both sides turned their arms into thorn-like weapons full of bone spurs and sharp teeth and struck each other.

On the shoulders of Dadalok Zhihe, a stout dragon tail with a large hammer bone is growing, which is a transformation move used in lore. At this time, she heard Xiao Xuanxuan's unbearable words, so she slowly put the dragon tail into her body, and slowly turned around while guarding against Lady Dela's attack.

"Lord Xiao, you and I are equal and cooperative, we all take what we need, no one is anyone's master, how can we talk like this?" Zhihe's voice was full of sonorous metal echoes, and it was obvious that Xiao Xuanxuan's insult just now had touched her fragile and noble Jianzhou slave self-esteem.

"Do you have an opinion?" Xiao Xuanxuan put on a standard queen's posture, and her smile was full of abusive pleasure: "You have an opinion, okay? This is a good thing? You have an opinion, talk to my most faithful servant—little apprentice?"

"Hmm. Lin Qingyu responded timidly, and at the same time quickly ran some unknown magic skill, a cluster of thin blue ice thorns erupted from her body, looking like a blue cat that had suddenly exploded, the fluctuations of the ice spread rapidly, drawing a circle with a diameter of one foot on the ground, and the blue water waves quickly solidified in the low temperature, turning into a calm ice surface, and a pattern similar to a crosshair appeared on the ice surface.

A series of undead spirits composed of water mist rose from the ice under their feet, and then quickly condensed into icicle-shaped statues in the air, while a blue wind pressure quickly spread out to the surroundings.

In almost every large shadow in this city-like bazaar, suddenly came out of the dark thin figures, all of them had their arms cut off, and the positions of their arms were replaced by thick metal components and large knives, and as soon as these dark and thin figures appeared, all the will of the slaves of Jianzhou was broken.

These pitch-black figures are none other than those of the Puppet Sect that have been brutally modified.

"......" Dadalok Zhihe suddenly didn't know what to say, and he didn't care about Mrs. Dradeck behind her and let out a miserable and desperate cry: "Puppet Sect?!Jessica, you crazy person, actually cooperate with Puppet Sect?!"

"You are a member of the puppet sect......" Dadalok Zhihe murmured like a dream, his knees, who were already good at kneeling, softened involuntarily, and he knelt down in front of Xiao Xuanxuan silently, kneeling down in front of the public: "Master...... The minion just ......"

"Heh, it's boring. Xiao Xuanxuan waved her hand very impatiently: "I don't have the heart to worry about these meaningless things with you, you, hurry up and do what I want to do, otherwise meaningless people will be eliminated." ”

Her words were like an ethereal life-saving straw, which made Dadalok Zhihe kowtow excitedly: "Thank you for the master's grace! Thank you for the master's grace!" Zhihe quickly stood up after kowtowing, and didn't care about Mrs. Dradeck behind, and rushed directly towards the black-robed women who were still working hard: "Hurry up! Cheer up! This time we have to complete the dispatch of the big gold lord well......" As the person in charge of this operation with a yellow flag, Dadarlok · Zhihe has extraordinary authority among these forty or fifty-year-old women, and the Wei Ping, who was still complaining just now, has become the hardest working one at this time, and the whole person seems to have fallen off a spinning top without touching the ground, going back and forth between the girls' pile and the cart.