Chapter 92 Opposite the sea, the wilderness!

"Well, look, there is a boat ahead. Go and have a look."

Suddenly, Wang Mo saw a huge ship coming from the sea in front of him, rolling up the waves. He thought about it and flew over in a small dragon.

Previously, in the battle with the sea demon, he pulled away the sea king's bow one after another, which consumed a lot of magic power, and then supported it hard in the space storm. As a result, he can't lift any mana at all now, so he can only let the dragon carry it.

Today's dragon can fly autonomously, and it is naturally easy to carry Wang Mo.

Comfortably lying on the back of the dragon, one dragon gradually approached the sea boat.

This sea ship is very huge. The whole hull is 100 feet long and nearly 30 feet wide. A huge yellow sail is turning in the air and hunting.

"Who is it?"

A loud shout sounded from the bow, and a yellow figure suddenly came out of a small room, stabilized his figure and looked at Wang Mo and Xiaolong.

This man had yellow hair and a cold face. First, he glanced at Wang Mo with cold eyes, and then focused on the dragon, showing surprise. He sneered, "Are you a lizard dragon? Why did you find such a useless slave? Looking at his pale face, why do you still want you to take care of him? Don't you know that my demon clan has noble blood?

As soon as he said this, Xiaolong immediately stared at the dragon's eye and wanted to lose his temper. Wang Mojianji quickly poked Xiaolong's back and passed on all his thoughts into it: "Little guy, our situation is very delicate now. Don't argue with these people."

When he said this, Xiaolong, who wanted to do it, immediately calmed down, and he also guessed some information from the other party's simple words.

It seems that this is the territory of the demon clan.

Lizard dragons are very similar to the juveniles of dragons, because they are not fully developed in many places. They can only be distinguished until the adult dragon claws and dragon tail dragon horns are completely formed.

However, the dragon clan does not belong to monsters, because they are extremely psychic, magical, and belong to the gods and immortals.

Seeing the appearance of Xiaolong, the humanoid monster laughed and said, "Don't you accept it? Lizard Dragon is arrogant because it looks like a dragon clan. It didn't believe it before, but now it seems that it's true. What an interesting guy, haha."

Xiaolong glanced at him angrily and passed on his mind: "Big brother, where is this? We are lost."

"Lost? Haha, Lizard Dragon is not only arrogant, but also stupid!"

At this time, another sound came from the cabin, and a black-haired, black-eyed and yellow-skinned man came out and looked at Wang Mo and Xiaolong with a smile.

"..." Xiaolong was speechless again. He clenched his fist and said, "Why are you laughing? What's funny? Do you know the road from birth!"

As soon as Xiaolong said this, the two were silent. The black-haired man waved his hand and said, "Get on the boat. By the way, isn't it shameful to put the slave on your back into the slave cabin and carry him on his back?"

With a wave of his hand, he rolled up Wang Mo and Xiaolong and landed on the deck of the ship.

"Gus, go and take this slave over. As for this lizard dragon, let him live with everyone.

The brunette man said to the yellow-haired man beside him, and the man immediately picked up Wang Mo's collar and dragged him to the slave cabin.

Xiaolong blinked his eyes, showing a trace of sadness, and Wang Mo immediately gave him a comforting look.

The yellow-haired man took Wang Mo's skirt and injected a spiritual power into it. He frowned: "Huh? Your slave is still a little capable. It turned out to be a cultivation in the middle of foundation. No wonder that lizard looks at you so preciously and sometimes you can be a free hitter.

The reason why the yellow-haired man misjudged Wang Mo's cultivation is, firstly because of the hidden spiritual root contained in his own body. Second, Wang Mo consumed a lot of mana, resulting in a decline in his superficial cultivation.

"Bang!"

An iron door appeared in front of him. The yellow-haired man kicked open the iron door, and the two doors creaked. The door was dark and looked a little wet and gloomy. Before Wang Mo could see the scenery inside, he felt a strong attack, and his whole person was thrown close to the cabin.

Bang, then, don't close the door, and from time to time I think of the disdainful laughter of the yellow-haired man: "These useless human slaves actually have a powerful role, building six layers of foundation, hey, but that's all."

The voice gradually faded away, and it was estimated that the man had completely left.

Wang Mo rubbed the hurt buttocks and looked around.

The cabin was very dim and there was almost no light. Fortunately, Wang Mo had good eyesight. At a glance, he could faintly see some people. The whole cabin was densely locked up with 30 slaves.

These slaves all curled up in the corner, also staring at him with a pair of compassionate, sympathetic and sad eyes.

Wang Mo's heart was moved. These people, all human beings, were actually locked up here!

He glanced at these people and could see that their broken clothes were stained with blood. Through the broken cloth, he could faintly see the scabated blood stains, which were obviously abused.

"Damn it!"

Wang Mo clenched his fists. At this moment, his desire for the protection of the race rushed to the ground. These demons actually treated the human race like this!

Wait, where is this?

Wang Mo moved his mind and remembered what kind of place this is.

"Here, the human world is not like the human world, but like the world of demons. Is this a different time and space?"

He slowly got up and went straight to a corner to sit down and meditated.

"Shasha..."

There was a rustling sound in his ear, and a skinny middle-aged man with a slightly hunched back crawled towards him.

"Little brother, were you also caught by them?"

This person's voice is vague, and he doesn't speak the language of Wang Mo's continent, so he can't hear it clearly. However, looking at his expression and spiritual fluctuations, Wang Mo can still faintly see something with the cultivation of the elixir period.

He nodded silently.

"Hey, these demons, take me from the wilderness to be a slave, my wife and children, what should I do..."

The middle-aged man showed great impatience, and there were glittering things in his eyes, leaving his hometown, and his wife and children dispersed. Who can bear this pain?

"The Land of the Wilderness?"

Wang Mo was slightly stunned and looked a little strange.

He has never heard of the wilderness, so what does this wilderness refer to?

At this time, the middle-aged man had climbed to his side. He was dirty all over, with a gray beard and messy hair. He meditated a little, trembled and took out a slightly dry white-faced bun from his arms and handed it to Wang Mo's hand.

"Eat...eat...look at you, you should be hungry for a few days..."

"Uh, thank you! You can eat it yourself. I'm not hungry.

Wang Mo is a little sweaty. After all, he is a practitioners and has been cultivated in the elixir period. Food is no longer important to him.

"You...re really not hungry?"

The middle-aged man seemed to be unbelievable. He looked down at the white-faced steamed bun in his hand. Obviously, he was also a little reluctant. After all, this was his food for three days.

"Ha ha, I'm really not hungry. Eat it yourself!"

The middle-aged man looked at Wang Mo strangely and suddenly ate the white-faced bun in his hand. Obviously, he was hungry.

At the same time, another 29 people also took out the white-faced buns in their hands and ate them fiercely.

They got this white steamed bun two days ago. For the sake of eating, they have stayed until today. Now when they see middle-aged men eating, these people can't resist their appetite**.

"How long have you been here?"

Looking at these people eating wildly, Wang Mo asked with a sour nose.

The middle-aged man stopped after nibbling a few bites, stared at him with his eyes and lamented, "It's been a long time. It's estimated that it's been half a year since he was captured in the wilderness."

"Then... do you want to go back?"

"I miss it, I miss it so much! Unfortunately, it's useless to think about it. These sea demons are all practitioners. We are just mortals. How can we fight against them?

"Yes, yes, these monsters are too strong..."

The slaves on the side said one after another that they were obviously much more energetic after eating the white-faced bun.

"You may not be able to go back! The highest cultivation of these monsters is the seven levels of the late elixir. Wang Mo said in a low voice.

When he said this, he set off a terrible wave in the hearts of these people.

"What! You...you, how do you know this? Are you also a monk?

A skinny and dark-skinned young man squeezed out of the crowd and looked at Wang Mo with bright eyes, as if he had some expectations.

"Well, but now I'm a little injured and need to recuperate. By the way, I have something to ask you. Where is the wilderness you mentioned?

"Well, didn't you come from the wilderness?"

The middle-aged man was surprised.

"Hmm! I was swept in by a space storm and came here inexplicably.

Wang Mo casually talked about how he came here. He looked calm and talked, without a trace of being hunted down and killed. The eyes of the people here were bright and intoxicated.

After talking about meeting the owner of the ship, Wang Mo said, "Then I was locked up here. By the way, what is the wilderness you are talking about?

"The wilderness is opposite this sea area, which is a piece of land. There are several human villages living there, but these human villages are surrounded by demon armies. They regard us as free labor. Once there is not enough manpower, they will come to our village to get people. Well, my father and grandfather were killed by these monsters.

The middle-aged man clenched his fists. When he spoke later, an angry flame appeared in his eyes, and a hatred rose!

Bang!

At this moment, the door was smashed open and a white light came in.