One day, a long journey was made in the desert, and everyone's face was covered with wind and frost and dust, apparently having been on the road for a long time.

There were a number of prisoner wagons in the procession, which housed a large number of prisoners in shackles and shackles.

On both sides of the prison cart, there were some stout black-faced men on horseback, who from time to time whipped the whispering prisoners in the prison cart with leather whips.

According to rough estimates, this is a team of about 200 people, of which prisoners account for more than half.

As the procession passed through a mass grave, one of the young men with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks shouted, "Huh! There seems to be a person lying in the mass grave over there! ”

As these words came out, everyone around looked in the direction of his finger, and sure enough, they vaguely found a person lying there.

"You go over and see if it's dead or alive!" One of the big men commanded the young man.

In less than a moment, the young man ran back from the front, panting heavily, and replied, "Chief, there is a man over there, who looks very badly injured!" ”

The big man, who was called the "leader" by the young man, immediately turned over and dismounted, and walked towards the mass grave with several big men around him.

A few people took a closer look and saw that it was indeed the case.

A young man in a navy blue robe, with black hair scattered, a black face, and blood stains on many parts of his body, was lying unconscious in a mass grave at the moment, and if he wasn't still breathing, he would have thought he was a dead man.

"He's supposed to be a monk!" The cheeky man squatted down, looked at it for a long time, and asserted empirically.

A big man next to him agreed, and echoed: "Yes, ordinary people are so seriously injured, they probably died a long time ago!" Only the monk's body is stiff, and these injuries are not enough to kill him! ”

When the sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked young man heard the analysis of the two, he seemed to have made a great contribution, and stepped forward to flatter: "Chief, it would be better if he was a monk!" ”

"Didn't we come out this time just to catch some gladiators?"

"When this person's injuries are healed, then sell him to the gladiatorial arena, the price of a monk is much higher than that of ordinary people!"

The big man pondered for a moment, nodded, and then gestured to a big man next to him, who immediately understood his intentions.

He took out a packet of white powder from his bosom, stepped forward to pry open the mouth of the young man on the ground, and stuffed the white powder into his mouth.

After doing all this, he stood up and replied to the cheeked man: "Regardless of whether he is a cultivator or not, after swallowing this bag of 'Feng Yuan San', even if he is a cultivator, he will be sealed and cultivated, and he will not be able to exert any magical powers!" Hey! ”

Everyone laughed, and while letting his men carry people to the prisoner car, the cheeky man patted the shoulders of the sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked youth in a good mood, and said loudly: "Earned, earned!" Count you brat cleverness, and I'll give you a credit today! ”

"When we return to the imperial capital and sell this guy to the gladiatorial arena, we can sell it for at least 10,000 high-grade spirit stones!"

……

I don't know how long it has been, Qin Ye felt a little moist on the side of his mouth in a trance, as if someone was calling him.

"Brother, get up and drink some water! You haven't drunk water in three days! ”

Qin Ye raised his heavy eyelids and gradually saw the scene in front of him clearly.

A young man in ragged clothes, holding a water bladder in his hand, was pouring water into his mouth with it at the moment.

"Cough, cough, cough......"

Qin Ye choked a few mouthfuls and slowly regained consciousness.

He tried to sit up, but the feeling of heavy shackles on his hands and feet made his heart sink deeply.

He reluctantly sat up, carefully observed his surroundings, and found himself in a prison cart, his hands and feet locked in heavy steel shackles, and in the same prison cart was another young man who had just fed him water.

Looking at the situation outside the prisoner car, it was now night, and the prison car was parked on an empty desert, and there were still many people like him who were imprisoned.

A few scattered fires rose not far away, and a group of strong men of five big and three thick were gathering around the fire to drink wine and barbecue, and from time to time let out wild laughter.

Qin Ye felt a wave of anger in his heart, and was about to use his skills to shatter the cage, but he found that he had extremely serious internal and external injuries.

And this is not the worst, the worst thing is that the true element in the body is firmly sealed, and it can't exert any magical powers, just like a mortal is powerless.

After several attempts to no avail, Qin Ye asked the young man beside him, "What's going on?" ”

The young man sighed and said, "Hey, you were caught by these traffickers, and you didn't even know it?" ”

Qin Ye frowned and said, "What do you mean?" ”

The young man said slowly: "These people are some outlaws, they specialize in trapping young and middle-aged men from various villages, and then sell them to the gladiatorial arena of the imperial capital, so as to earn a large number of spirit stones!" ”

"There are such vicious people!" Hearing this, Qin Ye said angrily, "Then why is the power in my body sealed?" ”

The young man said bitterly, "You are also a fallen person at the end of the world, it turns out that you are also a cultivator, no wonder you and I will be imprisoned together." ”

"I also learned later that there is something called 'Feng Yuansan' in the hands of these guys."

"It's not a poison, it's a tonic, so it's hard to detect."

"Ordinary people can strengthen their bodies when they eat it, but it has an inhibitory effect on the true element."

"Once a cultivator eats it, his true essence will be sealed, and in addition to having a body that is more robust than ordinary people, his own supernatural powers will not be able to be used at all."

"This thing is specifically used to capture cultivators!"

Qin Ye asked, "Then how can you crack this 'Feng Yuan San'?" ”

The young man shook his head and said, "I also learned about this kind of thing from them, and before that, I didn't know anything about it. ”

The two chatted for a while, and it turned out that the young man's name was Abu, and he was from a place called Forget Worry Village in Nanjun.

He is somewhat similar to Qin Ye's life experience, he was raised by his grandparents since he was a child, and he has a younger sister at home.

When their parents were very young, they once went to the city to catch a market, and on the way they encountered bandits, who killed their parents, and since then Abu has vowed to practice hard and one day seek revenge on the bandits.

When Abu cultivated to the current first-order martial artist, he went to the mountains where his parents were killed to find the bandits, and those guys were really still kings and hegemons in the mountains, and even set up a cottage.

With the cultivation of a first-order martial artist, Abu slaughtered the entire cottage overnight!

Later, Abu got revenge and was ready to go back to Wangwei Village to tell his sister the good news, but who knew that he happened to encounter this trafficking gang halfway, and was captured alive by this gang, and was fed "Feng Yuansan".

According to Abu, the highest cultivation in this group is a third-order martial artist, who has been doing this business for many years, specializing in sending fresh "blood" to the gladiatorial arena of the imperial capital, and guessing that Feng Yuansan was passed down from the imperial capital.

This reminded Qin Ye of what the white dragon had given Xiao Luoyun to seal Xiao Chengfeng, although it may not be the same one, it is very likely to be a similar medicine.

From this point of view, the Bai family has a deep connection with the imperial capital, and the Bai family hides a lot of things that are unheard of in Dongjun City.

……

After the traffickers had reveled, they fell asleep on the spot, leaving only a few men who were on guard at night to check on the movement in the prisoner van from time to time.

In the early morning of the next day, the team started again and continued to move in the direction of the imperial capital.

At noon, a big man came to the prisoners' vans and distributed water and food to the prisoners.

Qin Ye received a water bladder and a portion of jerky, and as Zhenyuan was sealed, and he hadn't eaten for several days, the hunger in his body doubled.

He erected the water bladder and poured it into his mouth, while tearing the jerky with both hands and putting it into his mouth, chewing the disgusting food fiercely.

At this time, the leader of the gang rode to Qin Ye's prisoner car and asked in a rough voice, "Boy, you are a cultivator, right?" What rank of martial artist is it? ”

Obviously, in the eyes of these people, with Qin Ye's youthful face, he was at most a low-level martial artist, and he would never associate him with a strong man who had reached the eighth order martial artist.

Of course, if they knew Qin Ye's true cultivation, they would definitely break out in a cold sweat, glad that they had walked through the Ghost Gate.

A strong person like this kind of cultivation, they have never been caught, and they haven't even thought about it.

Qin Ye ignored his words, and just drank the water bladder in his hand by himself.

Seeing his contempt in this way, the leader raised the leather whip in his hand, whipped out the water bladder in his hand, and then angrily rebuked: "Starve this boy for three days and three nights, as long as you don't die!" ”

And just like that, the days went by.

During this period, Qin Ye suffered a lot of torture due to his arrogant personality.

He was fasted twice for three days, and was severely whipped with a leather whip every three or five days, but he did not give in once, and always relied on strong willpower to survive the torment again and again.

Fortunately, Abu always took advantage of the darkness of the night and quietly stuffed the food he had hidden during the day into Qin Ye's mouth, which barely allowed him to stay alive.

In the end, the traffickers gradually lost interest in torturing him, but they were reluctant to give up the spirit stone that was about to arrive, and left him dying.

Two months later, the trafficker gang took nearly 100 prisoners and arrived in front of a huge city.

Qin Ye looked at this city and felt a sense of awe.

Because of the structure of the whole city, everywhere exudes a solemn aura, and all kinds of sculptures of dragons flying and phoenixes dancing on the city wall are all symbols of the noble and inviolable royal power.

In front of you is the imperial capital, the imperial city of the Sima Empire has arrived!

When they were still a few hundred meters away from the city wall, the procession suddenly stopped, and a gang of traffickers seemed to be waiting for someone here.

After a while, they saw a rider come out of the city gate and come straight to them.

The leaders of the two groups were discussing something not far away, as if they were bargaining.