The two of them took Xu You and walked straight to a middle-aged and slightly chubby monk.

"Captain, we've finally caught the last slave. The thin monkey said respectfully.

The middle-aged chubby monk was holding a jade slip and looking at something, and when he heard this, he glanced at Xu You, and couldn't help but be a little surprised, this slave seemed to be different from other slaves, and he seemed very calm.

But he didn't care, and waved his hand: "Very good, take him to complete the registration procedures, you have completed this month's task well." ”

"Yes, Captain. Thin Monkey and Chen Sheng glanced at each other, and their faces showed joy.

Xu You quietly glanced at the middle-aged chubby captain, although he couldn't use his spiritual sense, he could still easily see that the other party was a spiritual realm cultivator.

It seems that the ordinary monks of this tribe are in the spirit realm, and the captain level is the spiritual realm, I don't know if there are other levels above the captain of the Dao, or if he directly goes to the tribal leader, even so, the tribal leader should at least be the cultivation of the soul realm......

He thought to himself, and followed the two of them to a wooden platform.

Behind the wooden platform, there was a spirit realm monk who looked like a master, who was busy with something in a large pile of iron plaques and jade slips.

"Master Lin, the seventh squad has handed over the last slave of the month. "Skinny Monkey Road.

Master Lin didn't raise his head and said, "Is the seal repaired?"

"It's sealed. Chen Sheng said.

With a snap, Master Lin still didn't raise his head, and threw out an iron card casually: "No. 9527, two spirit stones are tasks every day, and they can't be disposed of according to the rules of the tribe." ”

The thin monkey picked up the iron card, handed it to Xu You, and pointed to the back door of the hall leading to the tunnel: "Understand, this iron plate is your identity authentication, don't lose it." Otherwise, it will be ruthlessly erased by the ban, and in the future, you will mine well and be a good slave. ”

Xu You held the iron card, and faintly felt that this iron card seemed to be related to the seal prohibition in his iron, and he was slightly surprised. So he nodded and smiled: "Thank you, Lord Thin Monkey." ”

The thin monkey was stunned. Then he said angrily: "Damn, I don't call me Thin Monkey, call me Lord Yu Feng." ”

Xu Youha smiled: "Yes, Lord Thin Monkey." ”

"You ......" the skinny monkey was so angry that his nose was crooked.

Even Master Lin, who was immersed in work, couldn't help but raise his head, glanced at Xu You in a slightly surprised light, and said with a smile: "Lord Thin Monkey, this name is good, this slave has a sense of humor, I have never seen a slave with such a good mentality." ”

The thin monkey's face remained unswerving. Snorted, and was about to speak.

"Let go of me, let go of me, I won't die as a slave to mining, and I will be oppressed by you for the rest of my life!" Suddenly, a roaring voice rang out.

Everyone was stunned, and followed the prestige, only to see two monks from the Weishan tribe escorting a tall strong man into the hall.

The strong man's face was covered in blood. His face was hideous, but he was struggling. It's just that his cultivation seems to have been sealed to a minimum. No matter what, they can't break free from the strength of the two monks.

It was not uncommon for everyone to look at each other and then turn their heads away. No one wants to be a slave, but it's one thing to want to be a slave, and it's another thing to be inappropriate.

At this moment, something shocking happened, and a powerful aura suddenly gushed out from the strong man's body. In an instant, he broke open the arms of the two monks behind him, followed by a heavy slap of his backhand palms, and landed on the heavenly spirit cover of the two.

There were two snaps, and the two monks of the Weishan tribe didn't say a word, and their eyes and tongues popped out. Died of exhaustion.

This scene changed extremely abruptly, and the people in the hall were immediately stunned.

"Today I'm going to kill all the slaves of your Weishan tribe. ”

The strong man changed his angry color, smiled fiercely, his figure flashed, and instantly came to the nearest few slaves, the blazing sword light flashed slightly, and several slaves let out a miserable scream and fell to the ground and died.

He didn't hesitate at all, and after killing a few slaves, he rushed to another group of slaves like lightning.

"Stop!" Only then did the monks of the Weishan tribe in the hall react, roaring in unison, and pounced towards the strong man.

Slaves, despite their low status, were the basis for the survival of a tribe. The number of spirit stones dug up depends largely on the number of slaves, and the death of slaves means that the wealth of the tribe is decreasing.

But the strong man laughed fiercely, his speed did not decrease at all, and his right hand swung out, and the overwhelming force was pushed out, instantly beating several Spirit Body Realm monks to vomit blood and collapse.

Under the merciless flicker of his sword, seven or eight more slaves were killed.

"It's the Spiritual Realm Monk, he is a spy from other tribes, specializing in killing our slaves, stop him, stop him!" the monks of the Weishan tribe changed their faces and roared in unison.

The captain of the thin monkey and Chen Sheng, as well as several spiritual realm cultivators, also reacted, and they all rushed towards the strong man with red eyes, intending to intercept him.

But the strong man was extremely fast, and although his body was growing, he was as slippery as a loach, and in the blink of an eye, he killed several slaves.

There was a great chaos in the hall, and the slaves ran towards the door with screams as if they were blowing up their nests.

The strong man took advantage of the chaos to unleash a wide range of indiscriminate spiritual attacks, and the fierce sword light shot out like rain in the hall.

These slaves were suppressed to the lowest level of cultivation, how could they resist the attack of the spiritual realm monks, they all screamed and fell to the ground like straw.

Xu You stepped back in the chaos, looked left and right to see that no one was paying attention to him, and quickly retreated to the corner. Then he urged the spiritual consciousness that had shrunk to the extreme, and finally took out a handful of Yuanyang Dan from the invisible storage ring and hurriedly stuffed it into his mouth.

Yuanyang Pill is a top-grade low-grade elixir, containing abundant aura, although it is impossible to heal the injury of the Yuan Shen, but it is still possible to recover some spiritual power.

Now that he has no spiritual power, the top priority is to restore the most basic self-protection ability, and the rest will come back slowly.

The elixir melted in the mouth, and then turned into abundant spiritual energy and submerged into the Yuan Shen, and was instantly transformed into spiritual power by the non-stop running exercises.

With spiritual power, Xu You is like a dry rice field irrigated with clear water, and his spirit is instantly lifted.

Although this spiritual power was still very meager, and he couldn't even use a complete primary spiritual technique, it was enough for him to pop out a cloud of purple flame spiritual fire.

Even if it's just a spark, it's not something that a spiritual realm monk can resist.

Suddenly, a sense of crisis rose in his heart, and he flashed to the side without thinking. With a thud, an incomparably sharp sword light grazed his waist and shot into the hard stone wall of the temple, leaving a deep sword hole.

Xu You looked up and saw that not far away, the strong man was staring at him with a stunned face.

This sword light was naturally emitted by a strong man, and he originally thought that this young slave would definitely die, but he didn't expect to be dodged so easily.

However, when the strong man was stunned, the captains of several Weishan tribes immediately rushed over with shouts, surrounded him, and fought in groups.

Xu You frowned slightly, then pretended to be panicked, and quickly retreated, like a frightened slave who was immortal and frightened.

I don't know if the scene just now was seen, he is now seriously injured, and his strength is extremely low, but he can't attract attention.

Fortunately, the people around him either looked nervously at the two sides of the fight, or fled in panic, but no one looked at him more.

The strong man lost the opportunity and was immediately encircled, unable to kill the other slaves.

His face changed, he didn't dare to fight, his figure flashed, and he was about to use stealth magic to escape. The purpose of infiltrating the Weishan tribe this time is to kill a few more slaves, and now that the goal has been achieved, it is better to wait if you don't leave at this time.

"You're damned!"

Suddenly, a crisp scream sounded, and with the incomparably powerful coercion instantly pouring into the hall, everyone's actions were stagnant, as if they had pressed on a thousand catties of boulders.

Soul Realm Monk ...... Xu You's eyes moved, and he also paused.

The strong man's face changed greatly, his strong body shook, his spiritual power instantly dissipated, and he almost fell to the ground, this coercion was coming straight at him, and he naturally couldn't bear it with his cultivation in the middle stage of his spiritual realm.

With a look of horror in his eyes, he raised his palm, turned into a sword light, and was about to stab at his forehead. It turned out to be a suicide.

But as soon as the sword light touched the skin, it stopped, and the palm of the hand seemed to be cast, and it could no longer move.

Immediately, an even more powerful force fell on the strong man, submerged into his body, and completely imprisoned him.

A slender figure appeared at the door of the hall, like a queen, and slowly stepped in.

This is a rather beautiful young woman, but with a high-minded and unusually fierce expression on her face, her eyes are so fierce that people dare not look directly.

The moment everyone saw this woman, they all lowered their heads. Except for the new slaves who were at a loss for what to do, the monks of the Weishan tribe all bowed their bodies and said respectfully in unison: "See the leader." ”

The young woman didn't look at everyone, and slowly walked in front of the strong man, her eyes showing a raging anger: "Which tribe are you from, dare to kill my slaves, say it, and I may let you die a little better." ”

The strong man laughed miserably: "Fang Baiqing, since it has fallen into your hands, I have nothing to say, I will kill if I want to." ”

Fang Baiqing's beautiful eyes shot a cold light of substance, and she smiled cruelly: "What a tough guy, I'll make you hard to the end." ”

She turned her gaze to one of the captains, "How many of our slaves did this bastard kill?"

The captain swept his gaze, and then said respectfully: "Back to the leader, twenty-three." ”

"Twenty-three slaves, good. Fang Baiqing said word by word, "One hundred knives per person, if he dies early, you can cut your own flesh to pay for it." ”

After she finished speaking, she swept out of the hall like a gust of wind and smoke, and disappeared in an instant.

"I said, I said...... Leader Fang, please give me a good time. When the strong man heard this, his eyes suddenly showed an extremely desperate look, and he screamed like a pig.

He was not afraid of death, otherwise he would not have gone deep into the Weishan tribe to kill slaves, but no one wanted to be tortured before he died.

In particular, monks have a long lifespan, and even if they are injured, it is not easy to die, and the taste of torture is even more difficult. (To be continued......)