It was rainy, misty, and on the top of a steep and treacherous peak, there was a naturally formed cavern, from which a faint glow emanated, which seemed a little warm in the cold weather.

In the cave, there was a pile of dry firewood burning, and next to the dry firewood, Evil Zisheng was sitting cross-legged on a rock, drying his rain-soaked clothes with the fire.

"The barbarians tried their best to fish and dug out all the spirit stones, but they didn't expect that on such a big mountain, the spiritual energy was so thin, it seems that if you want to quickly recover your mana, you can only rely on the spirit stones. ”

In a big battle with the indefinite sentence, the mana in the body of the evil self-generation is already not much, coupled with the strange changes in the brute pattern on the arm, it has consumed the remaining mana in the body of the evil self-generated, and now the speed of the evil self-generation to recover the mana on its own is extremely slow, and the rain on the clothes with mana now looks extremely luxurious.

But all this is much stronger than losing one's life.

Evil Zisheng never imagined that at the critical moment, the brute lines on his hands would produce such a supernatural power, and he would simply walk away in front of a Xiangwen Realm monk.

Evil Zisheng rolled up his sleeves, and the white skeleton on his wrist had already been checked several times, and he couldn't see any clues at all except for surprise.

"Sacrificial brute pattern, if that brute cloud didn't lie to me, it should be its name, but unfortunately I just wanted to wash off this brute pattern at the time, but I didn't ask too much about this brute pattern. Evil Zisheng sighed and said, his face looking a little complicated.

As for Man Xiaoyun, even if the other party is caught, Evil Zisheng has no intention of rescuing him, and the mana in his body right now, even if he goes to the Blood Wolf Tribe to save people, it is a dead end, not to mention, the indefinite sentence may also be in the Blood Wolf Tribe at this time, and Evil Zisheng is not the opponent of the other party.

"Who made me a ruthless person, ruthless, but at ease in my heart. Evil laughed to himself.

If you can't even save yourself, how can you save others, since you can't save it, you can only treat it ruthlessly.

Evil Zisheng took out a spirit stone from his arms, put it in his hand and crushed it, and the white stone immediately turned into a rich spiritual energy that filled the cave.

All the pores on the body opened, and a thin stream of spiritual energy was absorbed into the body of the evil self-generated, but before these spiritual energy could be converted into mana, they were absorbed by the black stone in the body.

The current situation was a bit unexpected, and the only two remaining spirit stones were smashed again, and the next result was still the same.

The black stone will compete with the body for aura resources, which is a bit of a dove occupying the magpie's nest, and what is even more troublesome is that it seems that he has no way to deal with it.

Unexpectedly, the matter of the brute pattern has not been resolved, and his mana has also gone wrong, and the current situation has become a little tricky.

The evil self-spawn closed his eyes and sensed the black mana in his body.

At the moment, in addition to the mana of his own body, the only thing he can rely on is the black mana generated by the Soul Eater Bead in his body.

In his mind, there are still four drops of black mana produced by the Soul Eater Bead, since the last time the Slave Blood Ink triggered the memory of the evil dragon, the position of the black mana of the Soul Eater Bead began to stay in the position of his mind, as if he was attracted by his own dragon memory.

I'm afraid there is only some subtle connection between the two, but at the moment, there is not much clue about the evil self-inflicted.

The black mana produced by the Soul Devouring Bead cannot be replenished with aura, and can only be recovered by itself every once in a while, which is quite precious.

Originally, Evil Zisheng had accumulated a lot of black mana in his body, but in order to come out of the Black Cloud Swamp, Evil Zisheng didn't know how many times he used the day-by-day sword qi fused with the two mana, and he consumed it all the way, and now there are only four drops left.

The evil self-sheng tried to use the black mana in his mind to sink into the position of the dantian, but the critical moment stopped.

"Forget it, if this black mana enters the dantian and causes pollution or damage to my dantian, it will be an extremely serious consequence. "After going through too many catastrophes, the evil has become cautious.

However, at this moment, the silver skeleton on the arm emitted bursts of silver-white light, as if the silver-white skeleton in his hand was very interested in this black mana.

"I didn't expect that after this brute pattern changed, he would be able to take the initiative to convey his thoughts to me, and I don't know if this is a good result or a bad start. ”

After thinking for a while, Evil Zisheng still injected black mana into the silver skeleton, and a familiar feeling came again, making Evil Zisheng's eyes extremely surprised.

On the stone wall of the cave, the shadow of the original evil self-generated shadow suddenly disappeared, and in the cave, there was no longer the figure of the evil self-generated.

This time, the activation of the brute pattern supernatural power even omitted the part of the spell.

Stretching mountains, high and low, but between these mountains, there is a flat land with a radius of thousands of acres. This flat land is not a natural plain, but a mountain high and deep, and the manpower is flat the mountain, and it can complete such a huge project, but it is afraid that it will be called a fanatic, and it is not far behind.

On top of this flat land, tall square stone houses rise from the ground, and between these stone houses, there are spacious bluestone streets, and many tall barbarian monks walk around the streets, which look quite prosperous.

This is the madman tribe of the Slave Road.

A barbarian carriage passed through the flow of people, and in front of it were not horses, but four barbarians, who, though also tall, were a little shorter than the other barbarian monks walking in the street.

The carriage came to a halt in front of a round stone building with high walls and columns, and from inside the round stone building came a loud shout, making one wonder what was going on inside.

The carriage curtain opened, and a barbarian man of more than nine inches walked out of the carriage, this barbarian man had thick limbs, but his eyes gave birth to a pair of phoenix eyes, which made people feel a little feminine.

"I'm waiting, do you hear clearly? As soon as the barbarian man spoke, his voice was as girly as a charming woman, which made people a little unacceptable for a while.

"Yes. The four barbarians replied in unison.

The barbarian man got out of the carriage and walked in with some impatience.

When the phoenix-eyed barbarian walked away, among the four barbarians, a barbarian who looked a little treacherous learned the tone of the phoenix-eyed barbarian and said, "Give me a good wait, do you hear clearly?" ”

The imitation of this treacherous barbarian suddenly made the image of the phoenix-eyed barbarian even more unbearable to look at directly, and the other three companions couldn't help laughing.

"It's a shame that you don't perform with your talent. A fellow barbarian spoke.

The treacherous barbarian slave sighed and said: "Who let me not have one meter eight, according to the rules of the slave road, barbarian men, if they do not grow to one meter eight in adulthood, they can only be slaves, I am not tall enough, I really hate it." ”

The barbarian unit of measurement is quite peculiar, and it is not the size of zhang commonly used in Kyushu.

"It seems that this is fate, you are still honest when your slave has it, be careful to offend that sissy, you slave is not deserved. Another barbarian slave reminded.

"Although people are a bit of a mother, they are willing to grow up, and they can't be envious, so let's accept their fate honestly. "A barbarian slave leaned against the wall, intending to sleep.

The treacherous barbarian slave shook his head with a smile, his expression seemed to be a little helpless, and suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure of ordinary height walking towards the inside of the round building, and said in a somewhat uncertain tone: "That guy doesn't seem to be one meter eight, how dare he walk into this slave arena." ”

The other three barbarian slaves glanced at each other, and their faces didn't pay much attention.

"Maybe people are slaves to martial arts. ”

The eyes of the treacherous barbarian slave suddenly enlarged, and his gaze was a little pitiful: "The slaves of martial arts are much worse than us, we can at least save our lives, and become slaves of martial arts, I heard that we have never lived for half a year." ”

"I see that you are just worrying about it all day long, stop talking, let me sleep, I have been pulling the car for so long, but I am tired to death. The barbarian slave who was going to take a nap drank a little majesticly, and the other three fell silent.

The ordinary-tall figure at the end of the corridor turned his face to the side, and the contours on his face were clearly the appearance of evil self-generated.

With the help of the magic power of the brute lines on his wrist, he had already quietly come to the madman tribe for a long time, and he had been wandering around the street before, but he was also attracted by the sound inside the circular building, and planned to sneak in.

Who would have thought that the effect of the barbarian supernatural power suddenly disappeared, and the evil self-birth was exposed under the noses of these four barbarian slaves, but fortunately, the four barbarian slaves did not have too many suspicions, but regarded the evil self-generation as a barbarian slave.

In this way, the evil self-sheng simply boldly walked into the round building.

Evil Zisheng walked into the inside of the circular building, and inside the circular building, there was a huge open-air ring, and around this open-air ring, there were many tall barbarian monks, and their eyes were looking at the central open-air ring.

On the top of this open-air ring, two barbarian monks of the Hinayana of the Bigu Realm were fighting bloodily, and these two barbarian monks were holding sharp long knives in their hands, fighting frantically, and the blood was spilled, and many barbarian monks in the stands were boiling with blood, standing up and shouting loudly.

After another fierce battle, the long knife in the hand of a Barbarian Monk of the Bigu Realm on the field broke, and his body fell to the ground with some physical exhaustion.

"Kill him, kill him. In the stands, the barbarian monks shouted in unison with great excitement, without a trace of pity for the defeated in their eyes.

Feeling the shouts of everyone, the evil self-sheng shook his head secretly, he didn't expect the rules of the barbarians to be so cruel, losing is equivalent to a dead end, it is really too cruel.

"To live is to win. Evil muttered and planned to leave.

At this moment, at the highest position of the stands, a giant man sitting on a stone chair woke up from his nap, his eyes that had not yet woken up swept around, and finally his gaze fell on the back of the evil self-generated.

The giant man slapped the stone chair suddenly, the stone chair instantly turned into pieces, the look on his face was very angry, and a huge mana fluctuation of the Mahayana of the Xiangwen Realm made all the shouts instantly silent, leaving only one voice echoing between heaven and earth.

"That guy is only 1.79 meters in shoes, why did he appear in the audience of the slave arena, when did the slaves of the madman tribe become so bold, come on, take him down for me. ”

In this questioning, all eyes fell on the evil self-generated.

The evil self-generated footsteps stopped, looking a little surprised, although I don't know what the Mahayana monk of the Xiangwen realm said in his mouth, but looking at the current situation, I am afraid that it is not a good thing.

At the moment, he plans to turn the black mana and use the brute pattern magic power in his hand to leave this place.

However, before the black mana could be transmitted to his wrist, a Hinayana monk of the Xiangwen Realm with several braids on his head had already appeared in front of him, slapping the evil self-generated chest with one palm, knocking the evil self-born to the ground.

The mana of this Hinayana monk of the Xiangwen Realm is not much higher than that of the Evil Self-Generation, but at the moment, the mana in the body of the Evil Self-Born is too small, and he is not the opponent of this Hinayana monk of the Xiangwen Realm at all.

And this Hinayana monk of the Xiangwen Realm did not intend to kill the evil self-born directly, so he left a hand in his hand, and the evil self-born was knocked to the ground, but it was not a big deal.

Several barbarian guards with sharp spears nearby quickly ran over, pressing the head of the spear near the neck of the evil self-generated, and the fierce eyes stared at the evil self-generated, only afraid that any trace of mana fluctuation would cause the other party's murderous intent, so that the evil self-born did not dare to act rashly.

"Bold slave, and if you want to escape, take him to see the slave eighty-three. The Hinayana monk of the Xiangwen Realm commanded to the barbarian guards.