Miao Ning was like a little girl who had just gotten a playmate, excitedly chattering around the riding slave she had just bought, after all, she was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and she was in her youth. And this riding slave named Blue Moon, who was about the same age as her, slowly let go of her timidity in front of this new master, and the two chatted, and soon talked about her life experience.

Becoming a slave, Blue Moon was indeed not forced by others, but she was sold to Shangge by her parents when she was a child, and she didn't know why, and she hadn't seen her family since. In addition to endless cultivation, she was required to do all kinds of things every day, and she was beaten and scolded if she was not careful, and all kinds of punishments that made her afraid were commonplace.

When she grew older, she began to train as slave riders again, and professional slave tamers arranged various training for them, and they endured more torture than before. Like all monks who were forced to become slave riders, Blue Moon was extremely resistant to these trainings at first, both psychologically unable to adapt and physically unbearable, but how could ordinary people endure the methods of those slave tamers, and soon they became honest one by one.

A few years later, she was finally determined to be trained successfully and could be put up for sale in the Merchant Pavilion, and at that moment instead of feeling humiliated, she cried with joy, and finally got rid of that dark life. Although she had to be manipulated like a demon beast by various monks every day, at least there was food and shelter here, and she didn't have to live in fear all the time, and she felt that the days when she was sold in the merchant pavilion were the most comfortable times she had in years.

Sometimes she would think about why her family was so cruel, and even resentful of them, but later she simply stopped thinking about it, just thinking about it as if she had no family, and what good was it to think about it as a slave. Anyway, she will never be able to go back in the future, and the fate that awaits her has been predestined since she was very young and cannot be changed at all.

And today she was bought by Miao Ning, in fact, she was also a little excited, and finally she didn't have to stay in a small cubicle every day. Even if someone buys it, they may be asked to do a lot of things. Or she was ridden on the street like a monster, but at least she had a chance to walk outside, and there was a smile on her face when she talked about it.

Hearing Lan Yue's words, Fang Yan's heart was quite shaken, and he couldn't tell what it was like, and Miao Ning's face was not very good-looking, so he held back for a long time before he said: "You are similar to me." It's just that you were sold by your parents. ”

After that, Miao Ning refused to speak again, and the others also kept silent. The three of them walked down the street in such a dull way, moving faster and faster, as if they were about to vent something. After a long time, the mood of several people slowly calmed down, blended into the crowd of people, and looked at the strange things in this noisy world.

The whole market is a beast riding market, although a variety of rare birds and beasts are not uncommon, but the dialect does not need these things, and the more you walk, the more boring you get. And the master and servant were gradually attracted by the things in front of them. Miao Ning rarely goes out, but Lan Yue doesn't have this kind of opportunity at all, walking on the street, everything she sees feels very novel.

In desperation, Fang Yan had to hang out with them, and at the end of the day, he didn't buy anything. And Miao Ning didn't buy anything more, he just thought it was fun to hang out like this. It wasn't until it was getting late that the two reluctantly returned to their residence.

In the next few days, taking advantage of Miao Ning's interest in Lan Yue, Fang Yan looked for an opportunity to go out alone and came to the Fang Market to buy a lot of elixirs and demon beast skins. As a famous immortal city in Xizhou, it is close to the Misty Mountain, which is rich in elixirs. Naturally, there are no kinds of elixirs in the city, and there are even some varieties that are unique to this place, and the dialect is happy to buy them, whether they cherish it or not, as long as there are no varieties, they will buy a few plants.

It is the demon beast fur that spends the most spirit stones, and there are many demon beasts in the misty mountain range, and there are groups of demon hunter monks. Bring back a steady stream of various monster materials. And the demon cultivator doesn't seem to be good at making talismans with animal skins, and most of the talismans used jade or animal bones to refine the talismans, and very few use animal skins. The fur of demon beasts is often used to make clothes, and the price is relatively cheap, which makes Fang Yan very happy, and he really buys a lot.

In the following month, Fang Yan went out almost every day, except for a few times when she happened to be met by Miao Ning, so she had to accompany her, and the rest of the time she was alone, visiting the entire fairy city. During this period, Miao Jitao was nowhere to be seen, and I didn't know what he was busy with recently, but when it was almost time to leave, I saw him hurrying back to his residence.

And Fang Yan's purchase of a slave for Miao Ning was soon known by Miao Jitao, which confirmed his previous judgment, and he was extremely proud in his heart. Just after he announced his itinerary to the west in public, he found the dialect that night, and Miao Qianfei, the person in charge of the Miao family's new site, was present. In front of him, Miao Jitao gave a few words each, and specially explained that Miao Qianfei should take care of the dialect, but he did not elaborate.

In the early morning of the next day, thousands of monks of the Miao family rushed to the outside of the city, this time the destination was still that valley, but the person leading the team was Miao Qianfei, and it was impossible for Miao Jitao to follow them. When they came to the flat land, they saw a huge black warship docked not far away, which looked like a hideous-looking giant beast, exuding a cold glow.

The warship is hundreds of zhang long, dozens of zhang high, and the whole body is made of dark iron. The bow of the ship stretched outward, surrounded by dozens of long thorn-like protrusions, like the steel tendrils of a giant beast.

In fact, these whiskers are not small, they are the thickness of a water tank and several feet long. This is a large spirit storage magic weapon, known as the Sky Bombardment Cannon, which is driven by the huge spiritual power connected behind it, and is instantly released through these cannon ports, and the power is very amazing, whether it is defensive or offensive, it can be called a sharp weapon.

On each side of the hull were hundreds of small windows, like the monster's tiny scales, which were firing ports for the battleship's cloud-piercing monks to attack. And this cloud-piercing crossbow is also a spirit storage magic weapon, and its size is much smaller in comparison, but the mechanism of the two is the same, both of them are fired instantly when the spiritual power is full, and the power is naturally not small.

Moreover, this cloud-piercing crossbow can also be launched intensively, hundreds of people stand in front of the window at the same time, and hundreds of thousands of spells are released in an instant, and the power should not be underestimated. With these sharp weapons mounted on the hull, this spaceship can be called a warship, and if it wants to pass through the crisis-ridden Xiqi Mountain, it is only possible to rely on it.

Of course, this kind of warship is not something that ordinary forces can have, just casting the huge hull of this spaceship, I don't know how many spirit stones it will cost, not to mention the large and small spirit storage magic weapons on the hull, even if there are spirit stones, it will be difficult to buy. Ships like this should be strategic materials, and only some big powers will be willing to spend huge sums of money to build them, and only they can afford to provide them.

Looking at the behemoth in front of him, Fang Yan couldn't help but gasp in his heart, although he had heard of the existence of this kind of warship before, it was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes, and the shock to him could be imagined. It is said that some major sects in South Vietnam also have such large warships, but they are all hidden like treasures, and they will be willing to take them out to transport ordinary family disciples.

Just the ordinary monks who transported the Miao family to the west to open up the frontier were able to use this kind of large warship, which shows that there should be a lot of such warships in Xizhou, you must know that there are more than a thousand families recruited by Lost Sky City this time, and only a few warships will be transported to what year and month. And this is still owned by the Lost Sky City itself, and there must be more of those big demon gates, and from this point of view alone, the strength of the Xizhou Demon Gate is indeed very strong.

Under the leadership of a group of stewards of the Miao family, everyone stepped onto the warship and entered the cabin. When I got to the dialect inside, I found that the space inside the cabin was far less spacious than it seemed from the outside, and the entrances and passages and other places seemed very cramped, perhaps because many places were occupied by defenses.

Here the dialect was still assigned a single room, but it was only enough to fit in, and there was just a bed in a room several feet in size, and there was not even a place to stay. As soon as Fang Yan sat down in the room, he saw Miao Ning coming over, still living next door to him, it seemed that this was according to Miao Jitao's arrangement before leaving.

It didn't take long for thousands of people to board the ship and huddle around the cabins. Soon the dialect felt the hull of the ship sway gently, the mountain peaks and trees outside the porthole fell downward, and the warship slowly rose and slowly sailed eastward. Soon the hull of the ship became smooth, and no shaking was felt, and at this time the ship was accelerating little by little, getting faster and faster.

Fang Yan sat cross-legged at the head of the bed, watching the clouds and mist outside the window flicker, and at this time, the speed of the warship was at full speed, like a lightning speed, speeding through the air, but he didn't feel much when he sat in it. After flying for three days, without stopping on the road, the ship suddenly fell into a large canyon on this day, and waited for some reason.

The people on the boat did not know what was going on, and they were not allowed to go out, so they had to watch anxiously at the scene outside the porthole. At this moment, a black dot flew rapidly towards this side, from far to near, and when this black dot came closer, it was found that it was also a warship, the appearance was very similar to that of the dialect, and it was docked aside, waiting for something like this warship.

After that, warships continued to fly, and then stopped nearby, and the sky gradually darkened, and night began to fall, and it was not known whether any warships were coming. In the early morning of the second day, Fang Yan raised his eyes and looked out the window, only to see no less than a hundred identical warships, all gathered in this canyon, ready to go.

I don't know who gave the command, and all the warships flew up at the same time, slowly rising into the air, and then formed a formation, flying neatly towards the northeast, facing the rising sun. "Ahh

All the monks on the ship lay on the side of the porthole, looking out the window, the warm sunlight reflected on the shiny hull, exuding bursts of metallic luster. Feeling like they were in the midst of a mighty fleet, about to go to a new site to expand their territory, the monks seemed to be full of pride, their faces beating with light, and only the dialect let out a long sigh in their hearts.

The warships sailed out of the mountains, and the occasional market town and cooking smoke could be seen underneath, and if it were not for the monks, it was not much different from the South Vietnam before the catastrophe. Listening to the other monks on the spaceship, this was the direction of the Xiqi Mountain Range, which was called the Hujun Mountain on the South Vietnamese side, a natural barrier between Xizhou and the four Xiuzhen Kingdoms. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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