Devouring the starry sky starts with a sword

Chapter 90 starts today!
Amu's expression was indifferent, staring at Mo Lian who was standing in front of him.

My heart was shaken and complicated.

"Sir, how much does my husband want to buy him?" Mo Lian eagerly asked Yi Pu beside him.

Willing to buy me?
Sister, you have met a kind person.

However, the fate of the Painted Moon Clan must be in our own hands, no kindness can save us.
Amu naturally knew that he had already taken out the 'biological chip' in his mind, so how could he be traded as a slave again?

His plan was carried out step by step, and the fate of the entire Qiyue clan would be reversed.

Sister, I'm sorry, sister.

Amu's heart was filled with complicated and surging emotions, but his expression was still dull and indifferent, and he calmly said to Mo Lian: "Who are you? I don't remember you."

He bowed slightly to Yi Pu: "I only wish to follow the master forever."

Yipu also agreed, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Amu has followed me for too long. He is my capable slave, and I can't do without him."

"...don't remember me?"

Mo Lian trembled.

More than 1000 years. She has never forgotten the younger brother who followed her, and she has never forgotten him.

Zhou Ning sighed standing in the distance.

Human thinking is inherently complicated, no matter how deep the memory is, and the things that are engraved in the heart, they may be forgotten in a long time and experience.

The two siblings who were separated by the slave trade reunited thousands of years apart.

He was willing to fulfill Mo Lian and let them reunite.

But the younger brother even forgot about her.

"Sorry, sorry."

Yi Pu apologized, and took Amu away. Amu turned around and turned his back on Mo Lian in the posture of a burly servant.

Sister waited for me for ten days, just waited for me for ten days.
The dull expression, the indifferent eyes, are the blazing and majestic heart burning!
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In the virtual universe, inside the Killing Dimension.

"Following the rules, approaching the rules, is perfection."

"Challenge the rules and jump out of the rules to surpass perfection!"

Under the endless moonlit night.

He confronted and fought with his perfect opponent, and the saber techniques of both sides contained the ultimate mystery of the fifth level of the Thunder and Lightning Domain, and the fighting secrets all reached an incredible level.

I'm afraid that when the universe-level and domain master powerhouses come to observe this battle, they will be shocked by every simple sword light and every movement of the two sides, which even surpasses their fighting realm.

At its peak, it's hard to tell which is better.

The difference is that
On the one hand, he was indifferent and introverted, even the will of the eyes did not fluctuate, and the sword technique perfectly complied with the rules of thunder and lightning.

On the other hand, it is full of endless high-spirited and fierce will, and every knife light seems to want to override the rules and control the rules!
"break!"

"Break open!"

"A stone, a puppet, is also worthy of perfection?!"

Zhou Ning shouted angrily. His mind and will had been condensed infinitely. In the countless times of crossing swords and lights, he even faintly felt that it was his mind that was controlling the rules, faintly touching a higher realm.

But this layer of obstacles has hindered him for a long time.

The moonlight falls.

In the central area of ​​Wangyue City, a luxurious castle, this is Zhou Ning's temporary residence.

Zhou Ning changed into casual clothes and came to the pavilion high in the castle.

Always stuck in front of that layer of shackles, he occasionally gets bored and wants to relax.

"Is this the moon of the Paint Moon Clan?"

Under the melodious moonlight, Zhou Ning raised his head and looked at the gentle and quiet purple moon in the night.

It's really similar to the earth.

Although the earth's moon is not dark purple.

But under the moonlight, looking at the bright moon in the distance, the quiet and serene feeling is really familiar.

"Bright moon, nostalgia, memory of the past"

Looking at the bright moon when alone, it always makes people feel as if they have seen the depths of their hearts.

The cold night wind blew, and the corners of Zhou Ning's clothes stroked.

He remembered many things again.

He remembered the first time he saw slaves of so many races in Qiulongxing.

Because Mo Lian is closer to the appearance of the people on Earth, and because Mo Lian's birth is translated into Chinese, which means "dark and dull lacquer moon flower", and lacquer moon flower is very similar to lotus.

So he took Mo Lian away.

Also because of Mo Lian, he has a better understanding of the Qiyue Clan, including the Hell Moon Seat, the Qiyue Ancestral Star, the Qiyue Clan's Great Sacrifice, and the past history of the Qiyue Clan.
This race has been enslaved for more than ten thousand years.

Astral-level ninth-level powerhouses have a lifespan limit of only 1 years, and the Qiyue Clan hardly produced a few universe-level ones.

This means that the old people who have experienced the free era of the Qiyue clan have basically died.

In the new era, the Qiyue clan members all grew up in an environment of enslavement and captivity.

From Zhou Ning's point of view, the Qiyue Clan could hardly escape the fate of being enslaved forever.

There are countless enslaved races in the universe, and the Qiyue race is just a very inconspicuous and common one.

Zhou Ning wanted to help them very much.

But at least, his current abilities are extremely limited.

If he becomes famous in the peak genius battle in the next few years, he should be able to help the Qiyue clan get rid of it.

But in the vast universe, there are so many enslaved human races, how can he help?

"Amu."

He recalled that burly and dull young man from the Qiyue tribe. Judging from Mo Lian's previous reaction, they should have been extremely close when they were young, even as if they were relatives.

But after more than 1000 years, Amu also forgot about Mo Lian.

"Mingyue, can you see my heart?"

Zhou Ning sighed, he only hoped that he would never become Amu, and never forget his closest person.

"After the Qiyue Clan's Great Sacrifice, let's plan for opportunities in the Thunder World."

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The quiet fragrance of flowers permeates the moon-watching city.

There are many beautiful flowers in full bloom in the streets, even many buildings and castle pavilions, among which the lacquer moon flower shaped like a 'lotus' is the most numerous.

White, brown, purple, lavender, ink.
Qiyuehua is really beautiful, and the strange fragrance moistens the heart, as if it can affect the soul of people.

A human race that has existed for millions of years puts the name of the race on a kind of flower. It is conceivable that the Qiyue flower plays an important role in the Qiyue culture.

The Qiyue clan's grand festival will be held during the season when the Qiyue flowers bloom.

only.

This 1 years.

During the festival, the lacquer moon flowers were still in full bloom, while countless lacquer moon clan members lowered their heads, appearing in Mochizuki City as slaves who were sold.

"...From the Milky Way, from the Silver Blue Empire, respected gentlemen and ladies!"

On a specially constructed high platform.

A high-pitched and excited voice sounded, and the host in exquisite dress was full of passion. In the hall with a diameter of more than ten kilometers in front of him, in the boxes far away, there were a large number of luxuriously and elegantly dressed men and women.

"300 years!"

"This is a special festival of the Paint Moon Clan once every 300 years!"

"Oh, the fragrance of the lacquer moon flower"

The host looked intoxicated, and then waved his hands violently: "The two major landscapes of the Prison Moon Zodiac—the beautiful Qiyuehua, and the high-quality Qiyue tribe slaves!"

boom.
The ground of the guild hall vibrated, and pieces of crystal clear ground sank and sank, and when the ground rose again, groups of Qiyue people were already standing on it.

Most of them had their heads down, some were indifferent, some were shivering in fear, some were dazed, and even a very few were crying.

"Everyone knows that the special festival once every 300 years represents the best quality products of our Qom Group, a large number of slaves from the Astral Rank [-] to the [-]th Rank of the Paint Moon Clan!"

The host's voice was high, and the eyes of the slave traders in the boxes surrounding the guild hall also lit up.

Stellar slave!
Don't look at the star-level slaves on the horned dragon star, but the power and prosperity of the horned dragon star even surpassed the imperial capital star of the silver blue empire.

The slave market of Qiulongxing is definitely a super high-end market.

And the slave merchants in the Yinlan Empire, and even in the Milky Way, usually buy and sell apprentice-level and planetary-level slaves. After all, there are not many star-level powerhouses on ordinary life planets.

And the Qom Group sells a large number of star-level slaves every 300 years. This is a grand event for countless slave traders in the Silver Blue Empire!
"The ones on display now are 3089 star-level third-order slaves!"

"Every 10 slaves is a unit, a total of 309 units, and the last unit is 9 slaves."

"Gentlemen and ladies, make an offer!"

At the highest point of the guild hall, it is a place that is far more spacious and luxurious than other boxes, and it can be called a palace.

Zhou Ning sat near the center, watching everything below.

And not far from him, there is a middle-aged man with elegant white hair and a fat body, who looks very gentle and noble.

Duke of Fica.

"Haha, Mr. Ning is very curious about the Qiyue Clan's grand festival. In fact, this grand festival is nothing more than selling some slaves."

In the words of Duke Fika, he was very close to Zhou Ning: "However, the quality of these Qiyue slaves is really good. Mr. Ning is interested. I can send you fifty star-level ninth-level slaves."

"Really good."

Zhou Ning stared at the thousands of Qiyue clansmen below. One must know that the life span of a star class is over ten thousand years, and it is an exaggeration for an ordinary life planet to have dozens of star class.

The Prison Moon Constellation only has more than 300 living planets, and every [-] years for the grand sacrifice, only the third-level slaves of the astral rank can gather thousands of people.

He has also read the materials of this grand ceremony. This batch of astral-level Qiyue people used as commodities exceeds more than 1000 people, and there are more than 400 astral-level ninth-level people.

Obviously, the genes of the Qiyue tribe themselves are very powerful.

But in the universe, it is very common to suppress a powerful race and enslave a race by various means.

Zhou Ning looked to the other side of the hall, where a tall, thin man was sitting on a blanket chair. He noticed Zhou Ning's gaze and returned a standard smile.

Like a well-mannered wolf.

"Coom."

Zhou Ning had a cold feeling in his heart, he had read this person's information.

Koum is a ferocious wolf, and can even be said to be a hero.

He was also a slave in his early years, and was trafficked into the universe. It seems that because of his ability to fight and fight, he won the favor of his master and was given to restore his freedom.

After regaining his freedom, Qom actually returned to the slave industry as a slave trader relying on the money he had accumulated.

He was a slave in the past, and he knew all kinds of methods of slave traders.

And when he became a slave trader, not only did he intensify all the methods he had learned, but what was even more frightening was that he knew the psychology of the slaves very well!
From a sheep eaten by wolves to a wolf eating sheep, he is more cruel, more ruthless, and more excellent than ordinary slave traders.

Qom's business quickly expanded and expanded, and even touched the interests of other slave traders in that area.

Those slave traders united to teach Qum a lesson.

During the crisis, Koum showed fierce means. On the one hand, he sold his interests and divided several of the slave traders.

On the one hand, he dealt with the few slave traders who targeted him the most regardless of the cost, and even if the business plummeted, he had to bite off a piece of their flesh.

Even the slave traders arranged a raid.

During the attack, Kom, who was hiding his secrets, made a move. He turned out to be a powerful warrior with extremely strong fighting experience. He never gave up on his own cultivation and tempering.

All the slave bodyguards died, as did the attackers, and only the seriously injured Qum survived.

But the slave traders were also completely shocked by him.

After the incident, Qom quickly swept up that area and became a dominant slave trader. He was even appreciated by the big men, and his power grew stronger and stronger.
Fighting step by step, gaining more power step by step, and was valued by Duke Fika, who made him manage the prison moon seat.

Until now, Qom has changed from a lowly slave to a powerful figure in control of the huge Qom Group.

"The power of the mind."

"For some strong people, spiritual power comes from protection and love."

"For some strong people, strength comes from persistence and unyielding."

"As for human nature, there are many powerful figures in the universe, such as Koum, who are only for himself. In addition, he can be extremely cruel and crazy to everyone and everything."

Many people will follow principles, follow right and wrong, and follow good and evil.

People like Koum can't speak.

He would rather enslave and squeeze hundreds of billions of people, and accumulating countless trillions of people from generation to generation, using countless people as a stepping stone for his power.

Zhou Ning withdrew his gaze and continued to look at everything in the guild hall. Mo Lian stood behind him with her head bowed.

A big festival once every 300 years.

The host is very good at controlling the field, and is also extremely good at mobilizing emotions. In less than two hours, the hall has already auctioned off [-] star-level Qiyue clansmen.

All the Qiyue clansmen who were photographed will be gathered in the warehouse near the guild hall, and will be delivered to the slave traders in batches after the festival is over.

Now, it is the highlight of this grand ceremony - 473 Qiyue clansmen of the ninth rank of star rank.

"Wow~ Astral Rank Ninth Rank!"

The host's expression was rich and exaggerated: "It's only one level away from the universe level!"

"Except for the powerhouse above the universe level, the ninth level of the star level basically walks sideways in the endless universe."

"Gentlemen, this is top-notch stuff!"

In the clubhouse, in a certain box, the burly young man of the Paint Moon Clan, 'Amu', stood in front of the window, quietly staring at everything below, with bright eyes.

Yip stood behind him in awe.

Amu is not a slave, Yipu is a slave!

"473 Astral Class Ninth Ranks"

Because of the existence of the biochip, once the biochip is implanted in the brain, it will be completely loyal to the owner, and even the idea of ​​resistance cannot arise.

The slightly talented Qiyue clansmen had been implanted with biochips early in the training process, so they had no chance to resist at all.

For more than 1 years, in the Prison Moon Seat, there has never been a precedent for the slaves of the Painted Moon tribe to resist.

Therefore, in the eyes of everyone present, these 473 Qiyue clan members of the ninth rank of astral rank are not superpowers, but safe and high-quality products.

"In the entire guild hall, and even in the entire Mochizuki City, there are no more than [-] star-level ninth-level members under the Qom Group."

"Duke Fika's guard has a hundred astral rank ninth ranks, but their mission is to protect Duke Fika, and they will never fight us."

"These guards of the slave merchants have a total of more than 40 star-level ninth-level guards."

"Even if that genius warrior, he has no reason and ability to fight against the Qiyue people."

In the host's high-pitched provocative voice, in the wafting fragrance of lacquer moon flowers.
All the slave traders, even members of the Qum Group, including Zhou Ning, Duke Fika, and Qum himself, felt nothing unusual.

Quietly, a message emerged in the brains of more than 400 Qiyue tribe powerhouses through the biochips in their brains
".Very well, the last auction is over!"

The host was about to talk about the next process when suddenly——

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!boom.
In the guild hall, countless terrifying and majestic fluctuations of original energy and thought power shot up into the sky like a volcanic eruption!

The 473 star-level ninth-level powerhouses, the energy fluctuations condensed with all their strength, just stored but not released, are enough to make everyone in the entire moon-watching city terrified!

"what happened?!"

"Kom Group!"

"You are crazy, what are you doing!"

In each box in the guild hall, the slave traders were terrified. They even thought that the Qum Group was going to attack them.

After all, more than 400 powerful slaves working together can only be controlled by the Qum Group.

"what?!"

In the hall of the guild hall, Zhou Ning, Duke Fika, and Qom himself were also shocked.

"Damn it, who gave the order... Lysers!"

"No, it can't be Lysers, who the hell...Damn it!"

Koum is like a wolf that devours people, his eyes are bloodshot with ruthlessness, who manipulated more than 400 slaves of the ninth rank of star rank?

He knew how serious this was, especially since Duke Fica was here.

The Qum Group is likely to be destroyed because of this.

While the audience was shaking, there was a bang, and a box in the hall exploded.
A burly young man of the Qiyue tribe, his dark eyes were extremely bright, and he looked around at all the people around him, including countless slave traders, and Qom.

A sonorous voice sounded: "Starting today, the Qiyue Clan is back to freedom!!"

(End of this chapter)