Chapter 146 War

Most of the selected slaves were relatively strong. Unfortunately, Mu Chen was not strong, and even a little thin. Naturally, he was not selected.

Looking at the two people in dark purple clothes who wanted to leave like this, Mu Chen suddenly rushed to the iron fence and shouted, "Please, choose me. I'm willing to serve you."

The man glanced at Mu Chen and whispered, "I'm sorry, little slave, we can't afford to pay you."

The man's words were just a joke, and the treacherous vendor looked at Mu Chen. He was young and not tall, and he couldn't sell it for a good price even if he sold it. Maybe he would die. Then he hurriedly said, "Sir, since you have bought so many slaves together, the one you just talked about is for you. That's it."

The man in purple looked at Mu Chen again. Obviously, such a young man is not very useful to him, but since it is a free gift, he will naturally not refuse. He smiled and said, "In this case, thank you."

Mu Chen was pulled out with satisfaction, but the others in the cage looked at the young man gloatingly. Such a large number of slaves were mostly used to do hard work to death, and even slaves did not want to accept that unbearable labor.

However, if these people know that they have spent a few gold to buy a third-class soul warrior, they don't know what expression they will have.

After being released, these people were tied to their hands and feet by chains. Under the leadership of the two men in purple, they walked for more than ten days. Of course, when they left the city, they also met some Xiaobo thieves, and the two men in purple were real masters, and it was difficult to deal with these thieves with strange poison.

After walking down for more than ten days and did not stay for a moment, the two real men in purple were naturally sound, and Mu Chen had nothing to do with it, but the rest of the slaves were tied with heavy shackles and handcuffs, which was unspeakable. Even several people fainted directly on the road because their bodies could not support them, and the result of these slaves who fell on the road There is only one, that is, it is eaten by beasts and there are not even bones left.

In the past few days, the journey finally stopped in a wasteland. More than a hundred men in dark purple robes stood here, holding strange weapons in their hands. The Tianyi sect is divided into two parts: the poison sect and the medical sect. Obviously, these people are disciples of the poison sect.

On the way here, there were only more than ten slaves left, and many of them were exhausted, and many of their legs and feet kept trembling.

And among these slaves, a man with messy hair and covered his whole face. His breathing gradually became rapid. Through the cracks in his hair, his eyes stared at the man walking in front of the crowd, dressed in white and holding a folding fan in his hand, which was faintly enchanting. This person is not Qingyuan.

Mu Chen is waiting for the opportunity to kill Qingyuan and will not be discovered by Tianyimen.

Qingyuan glanced at the slaves, shook the hair on his shoulders, and sighed, "The slave is a slave, and he smelled a bad smell from afar."

Then he whispered to several people around him, "After the war, let these slaves die first."

"Do you want to put on these people's clothes to fake it?" A man in purple asked around Qingyuan.

"No, they are slaves and never deserve to wear the clothes of our heavenly medicine gate. We will win this battle." Qingyuan fanned the fan at will in the hot weather and said, "It's getting late. Let's go and kill all the female people of Tiannuzong."

With that, hundreds of people set out magnificently. Not long after, a gorgeous courtyard appeared in front of everyone. Qingyuan snorted coldly, "This is the assembly point of Tiannu Sect here. Give it to me!"

At this time, hundreds of women suddenly rushed out in front of them, holding all kinds of weapons in their hands. Obviously, these people are all right, but the beautiful women led by Tiannuzong surprised Mu Chen. She looked cold and arrogant in plain clothes, but they couldn't hide the beauty that fascinated countless men, but it was early in the morning. I saw Meng Xue.

I didn't expect to meet two acquaintances in such a place. Sometimes the world is really small, and Mu Chen can't help sighing in his heart.

"Qingyuan, I have long heard that there is a genius more beautiful than women in Tiandumen. Today, it is amazing, which makes us sisters sigh." Meng Xue stepped forward fearlessly and showed the general's style.

"The descendants valued by Tiannuzong are really fangs." Qingyuan's snow-white hand rubbed his elegant hair, and his eyes emitted a terrible light. Suddenly, he said sharply, "But today is your death!"

With that, Qingyuan waved his hand, and all the slaves were pushed out. Mu Chen was no exception. Behind the slaves, more than 100 men in purple followed.

The disciples of Tiannu Sect are not vegetarian. Naturally, they will not show mercy when they see these slaves in front of them. Most of them are real masters. Killing these slaves is as simple as slaughtering pigs and dogs.

But at this moment when the slaves blocked the disciples of the Tiannu Sect, the disciples of Tiandu Sect all carried their strength and splashed out the true gas full of deep poison.

Although the strength of the disciples of the two sides is not far different, this poisonous attack does have an advantage.

However, this advantage was extremely short-lived. In a few blinks, all these slaves were killed. Of course, except for a slave who ran rapidly on the battlefield, no one noticed it. Because the speed was too fast, no one could detect him at all.

The two sides killed in one place, and the shouts of killing kept spreading from the wasteland to everywhere. Unexpectedly, the accumulated resentment between Tiannu Sect and Tianyimen had reached such a point.

In this battlefield, the two most dazzling people have to count Mengxue and Qingyuan. After a few years, Qingyuan has been promoted to the eighth-class spiritual realm, and Mengxue has reached the realm of the ninth-class spiritual realm. Mu Chen can't help sighing that the disciples valued by the seven forces have indeed improved amazingly.

Meng Xue held a sharp sword in her hand, and her body was black, and the purple poison gas could not get close to her. Every time she waved the sword, a disciple of the Heavenly Poison Gate would die.

And Qingyuan was even more happy to kill, and there was a thick poisonous fog all over his body. All the people close to him, whether they were enemies or friends, felt their hearts surging and fell to the ground.

Soon, Meng Xue and Qing Yuan's eyes turned to one place and fought desperately. Qingyuan's poisonous skills were extremely strange, and Meng Xuetian's various moves were also played to the extreme, and it was difficult for the two to win or lose for a while.

However, after all, Meng Xuejiu and other spiritual realms are stronger than the eighth-class spiritual realms. Suddenly, a coquettish cry suddenly came from Meng Xue's mouth: "The aurora is broken!"

As soon as the words fell, Meng Xue's jade-like fingertips suddenly flashed a sharp light, which shot straight out without warning.

Seeing this, Qingyuan's already white face was a little pale. He had already heard what kind of method 'Aurora Break' was. Although he was frightened, he did not panic.

The speed of 'Aurora Break' made Qingyuan unable to avoid it at all, and the amazing penetration made him defenseless. However, at the moment when Liman was about to touch his body, the skin and flesh of his whole body suddenly burst from the inside of the body, without white skin, replaced by countless granular pimples. Dark green, sticky and disgusting ** all over the body.

This appearance shocked everyone present, and even the disciples of Tiandu Sect who came with him had never seen Qingyuan in this state.

I have seen this, but there is only one slave with messy hair.

Limang directly stabbed into Qingyuan's body, but the original target was Qingyuan's heart. Under the protection of the sticky **, it slightly deviated from the direction, but even so, Qingyuan's chest was still a small blood hole.

Green blood flowed from the wound, but the wound at the mouth of the hole was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Qingyuan laughed: "Tiannu Zong Mengxue really lives up to its reputation, but when I become like this, you no longer have a chance of winning."

Meng Xue's face became solemn and showed a faint anger. She said, "My Tiannuzong has long suspected that your Taoist temple is doing anything for strength, but I didn't expect it to become like this. It's really sad."

"Sad? As long as you have power, you can get everything. So what? Your beauty will disappear from this world from today, and the dirty me can live forever. Qingyuan walked into Mengxue not far away, with an ugly smile on the corners of his mouth, as if he had won the battle.

And Mengxue held the sword in her hands and was ready to fight to the death.