The Xiangwen Realm monk with a pigtail on his head escorted the evil self-born in front of the giant man on the high platform.

"My lord, the slave has been caught. ”

This giant man is only afraid that he is almost a zhang tall, his body is as strong as an ox, and he stands in front of the evil self-generated, and his momentum is amazing.

However, what surprised Xie Zisheng was not the height of this person, but the name of this person, if I heard it correctly, this person's name is Nu Basan, which is somewhat similar to the names of the two slaves who pretended to be the Yanzhou Army that I met in Hujia Village.

Evil Zisheng still remembers that the names of the two slaves, one was called Nu Jiu Ba and the other was called Nu Jiu Wu, both of which had numbers added to the slave character, and I don't know if this was the custom of the barbarian clan to take names, or if there was any internal relationship in the names.

Nu Basan stretched out his right hand, and a huge black black iron ruler suddenly appeared in his hand, and it seemed that this black black iron ruler was actually his natal magic weapon.

As soon as Nu Bassan stood beside the evil self-sheng, countless eyes looked towards the black black iron ruler.

There are many horizontal lines of different lengths on this black black iron ruler, which seem to be symbols such as scales.

"My lord is discerning, this son is really 1.79 meters, he must be a slave, my lord's eyes are like torches, it is really a five-body throw that my subordinates admire. After the Xiangwen Realm monk with the pigtail on his head saw the scale on the iron ruler, he bowed his head with some admiration.

Nu Bagan happily put the black black iron ruler back, and then his face became a little serious and said: "What is your name? Whose slave are you here? ”

These barbarians take pleasure in human life, and they don't think that the other party is joking to scare them, if their answers dissatisfy the other party, they are afraid that they will lose their heads in an instant.

Evil Zisheng pretended to be very serious and replied, "The villain's name is quite short, and he is not a slave of everyone here. ”

In the current situation, I can only try to pretend to be a barbarian, if I let the other party know that I am a Kyushu person, I am afraid that I will be killed by the other party immediately.

Nu Bagsan put the black black iron ruler on Evil Zisheng's shoulder, and immediately made Evil Zisheng feel an extremely heavy force.

"It seems that you are still not honest, among the entire barbarians, only the upper echelons of the Barbarian Road are qualified to be surnamed Barbarian, you are only one meter seven nine, is it possible that you are still a slave of the Barbarian Road, do you really think that people with developed limbs have no brains. ”

Unexpectedly, although the other party was tall, but his mind was also extremely delicate, the evil self-sheng knew that there was no basis for his words, so he could only hurriedly roll up the sleeves on his wrists and expose the brute lines, "My lord, please look, this is exactly the brute lines below." ”

Nu Basan glanced at the brute pattern on the hand of the evil self-born, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he pretended to be calm and said: "Do you think that a mere brute pattern can prove that you are a person of the barbarian way, you are really naïve, that barbarian pattern has long been circulated in the six barbarian paths, and there are several barbarian pattern masters in my madman tribe who inscribe the barbarian pattern for the slaves of my slave path to enhance their strength." Even if you have brute lines, it doesn't prove that you are a barbarian person, it seems that you will not be allowed to suffer some flesh and skin, it seems that you are not going to recruit, Wukeza, and put this person in the dungeon. ”

As soon as I heard that I was just escorted into the dungeon, I didn't bother to defend myself, and when I got to the dungeon, it was not difficult to escape with the brute pattern supernatural powers.

Hearing Nu Basan's order, the braided Xiangwen Realm Hinayana monk showed a look of incomprehension in his eyes, and his mouth stopped talking, but in the end, his incomprehensible gaze fell on the body of the evil self-generated.

"Come with me. ”

Evil Zisheng retreated from the high platform with the barbarian monk of Wukeza somewhat honestly, and without the oppression of a Mahayana monk of the Xiangwen Realm, Evil Zisheng's mind also became active, and he secretly mobilized the black mana in his mind to move towards his wrist.

"If you still have the idea of running away, don't blame me for being ruthless. Wu Kezha reminded without looking back.

I didn't expect the other party to have such a slight fluctuation of mana, and the evil self-born didn't dare to touch the other party's moldy head, so it was not too late to wait for the other party to take him to the dungeon, and then urge the black mana to escape.

After following the monk of Wukeza through several streets, the two of them came to a huge domed stone fort, which was guarded by more than a dozen barbarian guards from the Bigu Realm.

"Open the door. ”

The leading barbarian guard glanced at Evil Zisheng, and his face was a little embarrassed: "Lord Wu, without the order of Lord Slave, the door of this dungeon cannot be opened, aren't you embarrassed?" ”

"This is the slave lord's order, do you want me to help you call the slave lord?" said Wu Keza in a somewhat threatening tone.

The leading barbarian guard smiled awkwardly, "How dare you, you and the adults are brothers, since it is the meaning of the adults, the little ones will open the door." ”

The leading barbarian guards winked, and the two barbarian guards guarding the gate hurriedly pushed the iron gate open.

"Let's go, let's go in. ”

Evil walked into the stone castle, which looked a little empty, except for a spiral stone staircase leading down into the dark underground.

"Go below. Not far behind him, Wu Keza also walked in.

The evil man honestly stepped up the stone steps and walked towards the bottom of the stone steps.

After only a few steps, the evil self-born had already discovered that under this stone step, there was a thin aura floating in the air.

After a slight hesitation, the evil self-birth caused the dissatisfaction of the barbarian monks behind him.

"Rub it off, don't go quickly. ”

Evil Zisheng hurriedly quickened his pace and walked to the bottom of the stone steps.

At the end of the stone staircase, there were three thick stone walls scattered in three directions, and on each stone wall there was a closed iron door.

"Give me the honesty to stay in there. Ukiza locked the iron door, and the footsteps went farther and farther away.

Although the dungeon is pitch black, it has no effect on the evil self-generation.

The space in the dungeon was huge, and there was not a single prisoner except for the evil self-generated, and it looked a little empty.

The evil self-born did not want to stay in this dungeon for long, and injected a drop of black mana into the silver skeleton on his wrist, and his body completely disappeared in the darkness.

There was another clear sound of footsteps on the stone steps, and two tall barbarian monks walked down the stone stairs carrying an iron box.

This iron box looks quite heavy, and the two barbarian monks are extremely difficult to lift in their hands, and at the opening of the iron box, there are two crossed blood marks, which looks quite mysterious.

Suddenly, the barbarian monk who was walking in front slipped his hand, and the iron box fell to the stone steps with a dull sound.

The barbarian monk in the back changed his face greatly, and hurriedly put the iron box on the ground, and raised a hand, wanting to whip the barbarian monk in front.

"You don't want to die, if the things in here are broken, the slave won't skin you and me alive. ”

The barbarian monk in front seemed to realize the seriousness of the matter, and said in a somewhat uncertain tone, "It shouldn't have been broken." ”

"Just look at it, if it breaks, you and I can still secretly remedy it, if the things are transported to the upper level of the slave road, this box has the blood evidence of you and my brother, that is, I can't explain it clearly. ”

The two of them opened the iron box, only to see that the iron box contained a whole box of spirit stones, and there were many of them.

Seeing that the spirit stones in the box were not broken, the two barbarian monks finally breathed a sigh of relief on their faces.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm so scared that I have a few drops of urine. ”

"Haha, brother, don't pee really anymore, let's quickly draw a blood certificate to seal the box. ”

The two barbarian monks closed the box, then bit their fingers and drew a stroke on the front of the box with their bloody fingers, and the blood quickly congealed in front of the box, turning into a new blood-colored mark.

"Alright, let's go. ”

The two barbarian monks opened the iron door on the left and carried the iron box inside.

After placing the iron box, the two men walked out of it, locked the iron door, and hurried out of the dungeon.

At the foot of a large mountain, many barbarian slaves were digging with hoes, and the mountain had been dug open, revealing a different color of earth from the earth.

At the top of the mountain, a tall figure overlooked the many barbarian slaves toiling at the foot of the mountain.

Nu Basan was measuring on the top of the mountain with an iron ruler, and suddenly shouted loudly at the foot of the mountain: "The brothers have worked hard, and the spirit stone of this mountain is about to be revealed, so work harder." ”

"Yes, sir. "The barbarian slaves are excited, and being able to call the leader a brother and sister is simply a blessing they have cultivated in their previous lives.

As if sensing something, Nu Basan said without replying: "Wu Keza, have things been done?"

In the distance, Wu Keza walked over, "According to the instructions of the adult, the slave has been imprisoned in the dungeon, but the villain has something unclear, the slave is obviously panicking, why didn't the adult kill him directly, but put him in the dungeon, and the dungeon is not where he should stay as a slave." ”

Nu Basan's mouth opened slightly, but he didn't make any sound, and he actually used the secret sound of the soul that only a monk of the Xiangwen Realm could use.

Under this magical power, the conversation between the two cannot be overheard by outsiders.

Nu Basan was so careful, obviously he didn't want the conversation between the two to leak out.

The slave didn't panic, he was indeed a slave of the wilderness. ”

Wu Keza's lips also moved, and a secret voice of his heart also came out of his mouth, "My lord didn't say that just a brute pattern can't prove his relationship with the Savage Dao at all, and what he has in his hand is not the sun, moon and nebula pattern on the upper layer of the Barbarian Dao, so there is no need for the adult to pay so much attention to it." ”

Nu Basan smiled, "Although the barbarian pattern on his hand is not the sun, moon and nebula pattern on the upper layer of the Barbarian Dao, but the barbarian pattern on his hand is not simple, I am afraid that it is the sacrificial barbarian pattern that has been banned by the six barbarians hundreds of years ago." ”

"Sacrificial Barbarian?" Wukeza never seemed to have heard of.

Nu Basan nodded, "Yes, it's normal for you to not know this brute pattern, after all, you are different from me, I am a slave at the upper level of the slave road, and I am a worshipper brother who has drunk the blood and ink of Lord Nu Baihou, so I naturally know a lot of secrets among the barbarians." This sacrificial barbarian pattern has long been banned, the method has always been in the hands of the barbarian road, now the sacrificial barbarian pattern has reappeared, the barbarian road is difficult to escape the blame, if this matter is reported to the slave Baihou lord, it will become the handle of the barbarian road, if the barbarian road does not want to cause public anger, in the future, I will also look at the eyes of my slave Dao, this is a great achievement, you should not underestimate the role of the slave. ”

"Thank you, sir, for telling your subordinates so much. Ukiza looked grateful.

Nu Basan didn't take it too seriously, "Everyone in the world can be called brothers, men can, women can, even slaves can be, but not all brothers can be trusted, if you trust someone you shouldn't trust, maybe you will be stabbed twice by your brother, and you don't know how to die." ”

Nu Bassan turned around and patted Wu Keza's shoulder and said: "You drank my slave blood ink, you are a brother I can trust, as long as I have a thought, you will definitely die, and if I die, the slave blood ink in your body will attack immediately, I believe you will not betray me." Do not seek to be born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, but to die in the same year, the same month, and the same day, this is the real brother. ”