Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

"Husband..."

Another woman's voice came.

This time, it was Du Xi.

She has also matured a lot, and is almost completely different from the lively and lovely kind of inferior stars.

From the depths of her eyes, she could see deep worries.

For Du Xi, she didn't care about the life or death of the barbarians, the only thing he cared about was his husband.

"do not worry."

Su Qing smiled softly and hugged Du Xi into his arms.

After all, they came from the lower-level star regions together. Even with Di Lin, there would still be more love for Du Xi and Su Qing.

Just like Su Han.

So many wives, who do you love most?

The three words Liu Qingyao will definitely blurt out.

But in fact, he is very in love.

To some extent, this kind of romantic and sentimental people... are scumbags.

"But your life's golden blood..." Du Xi said softly.

Di Lin and Di Bao on the side frowned when they heard this.

Yes, Su Qing's blood is still in the hands of the slave market.

If this fails, Su Qing will be the first to die.

"This time, he will come too."

Su Qing looked at Di Bao: "I believe you, my life is in your hands, in the hands of the entire barbarians, not in the slave market."

Di Bao's pressure suddenly increased.

The matter of robbing Su Qing's life and blood was entrusted to their barbarians.

"Will he definitely bring it? Will it be put in the slave market?" Di Bao asked.

"He will."

Su Qing took a deep breath: "Hua Fan is a man with a medium cultivation level, but he likes torturing slaves the most. I have been observing him for a long time. Whenever there are slaves in the arena, he will take those slaves with him. His life is gold and blood, and he is grasped in his hands as a spur to slaves."

Hearing this, Di Bao couldn't help nodding.

indeed so.

If Huafan was in a bad mood and the slave was defeated by the barbarian tribe, in his anger, without the barbarian tribe tearing up the slave, he would directly crush the blood of the slave.

"Our main goal is Huafan!" Di Bao said solemnly.

"Do not."

Su Qing shook his head firmly: "Your main goal is the new born of the barbarians, not Huafan, not me!"

"but……"

"It's nothing!"

Su Qing interrupted Di Bo's words: "Di Bo, remember, you are not savages. You are one of the most powerful races in the world. Although I opened the sacred monument of the barbarians, I am not yours after all. And your inheritance has come, I am not dead, it is not important to you."

"How is it possible?!" Di Bao's eyes widened.

Di Lin had red eyes and tears streaming out.

"If it is really possible, I would like to use my life in exchange for the rebirth of your barbarians." Su Qing said.

This is not a bitter trick.

He knew very well that it was too simple for Hua Fan to crush his life and blood.

It's just a matter of a moment.

Once something went wrong this time, then his life would probably be taken away first.

He already had feelings with the barbarians, and even married Di Lin.

If he is going to die, he would rather trade his life for a new life of the barbarian tribe.

"remember!"

Su Qing stared at Di Bao: "If I can succeed this time, regardless of whether I am alive or not, I must take Du Xi and Di Lin to the Phoenix Dynasty!"

Su Qing never blamed Su Han.

No one would have thought that a monk would be brought to this remote barbarian tribe.

"It's time to go..."

Su Qing took a deep breath, put on the cloak made of weeds, and walked slowly outside.

There was sunlight coming in from the door, and it seemed that there was only Su Qing left in the whole world.

At that moment, he really looked like a god.

...

The barbarians, three months after the armistice, will start an extremely **** and extremely grand arena to fight.

In this day, at least, thousands of barbarians, or slaves, would have died.

For the monks, this is a grand event, a grand event of physical collision.

They were really tired of watching the battle between monks.

Fighting purely with the power of cultivation, although gorgeous, in the final analysis, it is only a fighting method after all.

But the arena of barbarians is different.

The barbarians are infinitely powerful and have no cultivation base themselves, relying only on physical strength.

The slaves sent in were all cultivating the flesh.

The visual impact of fists and fists, broken bones, and blood spurting wildly can arouse the blood in the deepest part of these monks.

When they see a certain level, even they can't help but want to cultivate the flesh.

But this is just thinking about it after all.

Physical cultivation requires too many resources, and the cultivation is extremely slow. Although there is no bottleneck, it is much more difficult than having one.

Otherwise, how could these slaves caught in the slave market be of such a low level?

Looking at the entire middle star field, how many of those fairyland and fairyland are physical cultivation?

Not martial arts, but magic.

Physical training is really rare.

It is precisely because of this that the collision between physical training is expected.

There is no gorgeous light, only life and death decided by the collision ~www.ltnovel.com~!

...

This day is called the "God War".

Of course, the two sides are not gods, but barbarians and slaves.

It's just like a competition, with repeated selections and eliminations.

In the end, whoever can win, then whoever can survive!

According to the rules set by the monks, this time, two thousand people will be dispatched.

There are 1,900 barbarians and 100 slaves.

There are really too few cultivating monks, and there are very few who can be caught as slaves.

These slaves have almost no background, because resources are scarce and their families are poor, so they cultivate their bodies.

Of course, the resources needed for physical training are far more than those of a martial artist.

But understand that physical training at the same level is much stronger than a martial arts monk.

This can be considered a speculative practice method.

As long as they reach a certain level, even if they have no resources, their strength will not drop.

This is the power of physical training.

The arena is huge, with layers of stone steps built, with more than 10,000 seats.

What is the most luxurious building among the barbarians?

There is no doubt that this is the arena.

At this moment, many figures have appeared on the seats in the arena.

These people are all monks.

Only a monk is qualified to sit on the seat.

In their eyes, these barbarians are just savages, no different from beasts.

When the monks are happy, you can watch them fight and fight.

When you are unhappy, just shoot and kill a few to vent your anger.

The difference is that the barbarians have completely succumbed to the monks' feet.

Before the beast was dying, he knew to resist.

However, the barbarians are at their mercy.