The cloth slave stood up and stood with his hands in his hands, and the terrifying majesty of the previous one naturally dissipated, and the invisible power of imprisonment disappeared, and everyone regained their freedom.

Seeing the pile of clothed human skins on the skyscraper, some survivors couldn't help but vomit on the spot, it was more than 4,000 lives alive, and it became like this in the blink of an eye, which was really shocking.

Yu Sanjin was silent, he put away all the storage magic weapons in the pile of human skins, everyone looked at him with staring, but no one dared to speak, because the cloth slave seemed to acquiesce to him doing this.

After cleaning up, Yu Sanjin took out a seven-rank flying sword, dug a deep pit on the spot, and buried all the human skins in it.

was about to backfill, and the slave said lightly: "It's too troublesome for you to do this, let me come!"

As soon as he pointed his finger, a blazing fire dragon erupted, and the pile of rubble immediately turned into molten slurry and flowed into the deep pit, and in a short time, it solidified into a rock, and the skyscraper returned to its previous leveling.

The survivors of those foreign forces, after thanking Yu Zhenkun one after another, were ready to say goodbye and leave.

"Wait!" shouted the slave.

Those people's bodies were shocked, this old monster was too terrible, moody, did he have to do it to everyone?

"It's not okay for you to leave like this! I have exposed my plan, where can I find the Yuanshen food......?"

"Former ...... What about the seniors?" said an old man in the late stage of the Spirit Pool.

The cloth slave didn't speak, and with a stroke of his finger, a purple light turned into dozens of streams, and flew into everyone's eyebrows.

Immediately, the eyes of these people became blank, obviously, this memory has been erased by the cloth slave.

Yu Zhenkun hurriedly used his magical powers and sent these people out of Beiling City.

"Little Swallow, it's up to you next!" said Yinu coldly to Yan Tuo.

Pity the ancestor of the Yan family, who has lived for thousands of years, and the great power of the late Yuan infant is called a little swallow by the cloth slave, and the depression in Yan Tuo's heart is indescribable.

"Yes, senior!" Yan Tuo hurriedly bowed in response.

"Let's go!" said to Yu Sanjin, and then grabbed Yu Sanjin in his hand, and the two of them came into the mound of clothes, and the stele closed itself, and then escaped into the abyss again.

Entering the mound of clothes, Yu Sanjin was directly dumbfounded, this is an independent small space, there are mountains and rivers, green trees, quiet and secluded, a lake sparkling in the valley, an elegant courtyard facing the lake, plain and pure.

What kind of grave is this? It's a paradise!

Yu Sanjin finally understood that this mound was a small world at all, and looking at its area, it should be a low-level small world, more than 10,000 times smaller than his own Qiankun world?

Even so, in the Cloud Death Continent, such a small world is extremely precious, and it may not be possible to find a second one.

When he came to a pavilion by the lake, the cloth slave pointed to the stone bench and stone table in it, and said to Yu Sanjin: "Sit down!"

After Yu Sanjin sat down, he sat down slowly, looked at Yu Sanjin with a complicated expression, wanted to speak and stopped, and finally held back.

Regarding the cyan mark on Yu Sanjin's eyebrows, he had doubts in his heart, but after thinking about it again and again, because this matter was very important, he did not break it after all.

It can be seen that Yu Sanjin is not aware of this cyan brand.

"What kind of wine do you want to drink?" asked Inu casually.

Yu Sanjin looked at this terrifying old monster, and his heart was full of feelings, to be honest, he didn't know what the other party was thinking, originally the cloth slave was determined to grab his own life, and the killing intent at that time couldn't be pretended.

The strange thing is that at the moment of the last moment, the other party changed his mind in an instant, and his attitude changed one hundred and eighty degrees, which made people scratch their heads.

He took out a jar of monkey wine and a cup from the storage ring, added a cup for the slave and handed it over, and said, "Drink mine!"

The slave glanced at him, took the wine glass, and chuckled, "What good wine can you have?"

"You'll know if you try!" Yu Sanjin said lightly.

The cloth slave raised the glass, took a sip, his eyes suddenly widened, snatched the wine jar in front of Yu Sanjin, and said lightly: "Monkey wine?"

Yu Sanjin smiled and did not speak.

The cloth slave drank the monkey wine in the cup in one gulp, raised the jar, and poured several sips like a long dragon drinking water, before he sighed inexhaustibly: "Good wine! I haven't drunk such authentic monkey wine for tens of thousands of years!"

"So, the seniors used to drink monkey wine a lot?" asked Yu Sanjin.

The slave waved his hand: "You don't need to call me senior, just call me the slave!"

"What?" Yu Sanjin stared at the old monster with an incredulous look.

It is simply illogical for a monster who has lived for an unknown number of years to let a hairy boy call him a cloth slave.

Yi Nu ignored Yu Sanjin's surprise, he said with a look of remembrance: "Since the disappearance of the old immortal pair of Houmen, I have never drunk such authentic monkey wine, counting it, it has been tens of thousands of years!"

"Houmen?" Yu Sanjin wondered.

"You won't know about those old things!" said the slave waving his hand, "Do you still have stock?"

The so-called inventory naturally refers to monkey wine.

Yu Sanjin took out ten jars of monkey wine from the storage ring, put it in front of the slave, and said, "That's all!"

The monkey wine he brought out from the Monkey Valley is not a small amount, but he has been drinking it before, plus the strange pair of Hou Ye and Ram King Kong often have to drink, and before he knows it, he has drunk more than half of it, and there are less than twenty jars left on his body.

took out ten altars and gave them to the cloth slave, mainly because the other party gave him a hundred places to avoid death, and Yu Sanjin didn't want to owe such a big favor to others for no reason, so he paid back some of them.

When the slave saw the ten jars of monkey wine, he immediately smiled, put it into the storage ring and said: "Enough, enough, these ten jars of monkey wine, I have to collect it and taste it slowly!"

"How many years have the seniors lived?" asked Yu Sanjin tentatively.

Although the other party asked him to call him by his name, Yu Sanjin did not make a mistake, after all, the cloth slave is an old monster, and it is not appropriate to call him by his name.

"Don't call me a senior!" said the slave unhappily.

Only the slave himself knows, if Yu Sanjin calls him a senior, he can't stand it at all, and if he is known from above, he will be punished.

"This, how long have you lived?" Yu Sanjin couldn't resist him, and asked again.

"How long have you lived? It's nearly 100,000 years! Otherwise, you don't need to grab life to maintain it!

"100,000 years?" Yu Sanjin's eyes widened.

The void is nine heavens overseas, and if you don't go out of the clouds, you can't become an immortal. The gate of the gods has not been crossed by ants, and the red dust has been extinguished for 100,000 years.

He naturally knew this poem, but then, he couldn't figure out the meaning of it, and now when he heard what Yi Nu said, he immediately understood.

It turns out that in the world of the Yunyan Continent, the maximum lifespan of a person is 100,000 years.