Chronicles of Heaven

Blood prison mountain, very deep.

Blood gas tumbling, turbid waves rolling, a **** river rushing past, a few feet of river water, faintly visible block of strange boulder.

The metal piles of a water tank at the edge of the river are deeply plunged into the boulder. Each pile is connected with hundreds of small-necked iron chains. The chains are densely barbed and the **** runes are looming.

Such metal piles are densely packed on the stone side of the river, and they are not visible at all.

Numerous thin chains extend into the river and are still violently turbulent.

Through the river, the piercing gold and iron percussion sounds 叮叮 叮叮 乱 , , , , , , 刺 刺 刺 刺 刺 刺 刺 刺 刺 刺 刺

Unbeatable, a red flashing light on a chain, the chain tightened, and then quickly pulled back.

Accompanied by the harsh whistling sound, a strong man with no squatting, holding a set of chisel tools in his left hand, holding a head-sized scarlet ore in his arms, was pulled back to the shore by the chain.

When the strong man returned to the shore, he slammed down and gasped.

The thin metal chain was divided into three at the end, two of which passed through his shoulders and the other directly entangled his neck. The barbs were torn on his flesh and blood, and the blood was a little deep in the skin.

The **** river is full of strange corrosive powers. The skin of the strong man has been soaked in white ulcers, and blood is constantly seeping out.

On the wrist of the man, an ordinary metal sign is hung with the title of “The General of the First Army of the First Affiliated Army of the Sui Dynasty.” On the metal sign, a strange demon character is engraved, and the rune is flashing, protecting the metal sign from being corroded by the **** river.

On the face of the man, like the sign of the owner's home, a slap-sized 'slave' is deeply engraved into his forehead and flesh, deep in the bones, and even carved into his bones. Deep and old.

"This river is full of blood-stained steel. This is an excellent material for casting weapons." Blood prison stood on a large rock by the river, watching the strong man who struggled to climb back from the river and squatted on the ground.

Several have not yet been completely transformed into human figures, either the head, or the limbs, or the body and tail. In short, the little demon who retains some of the original animal characteristics has slowly walked over, moved the ore in the hands of the strong man, and then in him. In front of it was dropped a piece of black lacquer, bacon with some salt particles on it.

"Hurry to eat, hurry to the water... Also, is this your general's house? Hey, today, it's still two kilograms of weight, hurry." A leopard head with a leopard's tail behind him, a little demon with a leopard's tail behind him. He proudly kicked a kick on the head of a strong man.

"The blood-stained steel weapons can corrode the wounds and cause uninterrupted bleeding. Unless it is a god, the gods are different from ordinary people, and the force of wound erosion can be discharged relatively quickly. Others, even the peak of the fetal environment The physical training will also be dying because of continued blood loss."

Blood prison hands clasped to the chest, smiled and said: "Sister, blood prison mountain here is a natural sinister evil, no other special products, rely on this blood-grain steel, my sister can I exchange those who eat, food Dan medicine."

Cheerfully nodded, the blood prison smiled and said: "However, these days you are very busy helping your sister, oysters catch so many sects, and selling them alone is a lot of money. Hey, in these two years, the days can be passed More generous."

The western demon country has a social structure similar to that of the original herd tribe. Each ethnic group relies on instinct to exercise. The small ethnic group is attached to the large ethnic group. The large ethnic group is attached to the giant ethnic group. By killing and fighting, the respective sites are delineated.

The economic model here basically has no basic model, no fixed equivalents, no fixed production relations, and is still in the very primitive stage of barter.

The blood prison did make a good deal this time.

Yan Feng took the **** prisoner's big demon and the demon, and with the surrounding giant demon lords, the oysters caught a lot of Sui dynasty soldiers who had been broken.

Nowadays, several giant demon lords in the northwest of the western demon country are opening up their sites to the periphery and laying down a territory for the boss. They are lacking slaves to work hard. These repairs are well-established, well-trained, strong and powerful, and they are able to withstand the hardships of the Sui Dynasty, and they become the best candidates.

Therefore, the blood prisoner took the shot, from the hands of the giant demon lords, in exchange for the accumulation of Yuanjing, countless medicinal food, countless swords and swords and other weapons, indeed turned a full.

With these things, the regular regular army of Blood Prison Hill can be expanded more than ten times from the current 134,000 people.

Blood prison is not happy.

Yan Feng stood beside the blood prison, watching the shining of a metal peg, watching the once-in-a-lifetime sergeant struggling out of the river. As soon as they got out of the water, they squatted on the shore and gasped, handing over a piece of blood-grained steel ore, in exchange for a piece of bacon that was big or small, all in the mood of the demon.

"Sister and Sui Dynasty have hatred?" Yan Feng looked at the soldiers of the Sui Dynasty, could not help but ask the blood prison.

Those identity cards that identify these slaves can be well protected with demon characters. If you don't believe in blood, you can't protect these sects in the blood.

This shows that it is necessary to deliberately use this river to abuse these unfortunate sergeants.

"Of course, there are flaws." The blood prison was silent for a while, looking up at the sky and the **** clouds.

"Western demon country, life is not easy, the people of the country basically rely on instinct to act." Blood prison indifferently said: "My body is to kill the blood peacock, and, is a heavenly earth generated innate demon. Just, it seems that I am congenitally insufficient, in fact It is a bad guy. After hatching, the body is extremely weak and has no viability at all."

"My foster mother is an old plaque that is not even fully shaped."

"She didn't know where I got it or an egg. I spent a lot of effort inexplicably and hatched me. When I had no fighting power, she didn't know how many snakes were desperately defeated." The mouse ant, protected me."

The blood prisoner bowed his head and waved his right hand. A **** whip flew out of her fingertips and was heavily pumped on a squatting general.

This whip was extremely heavy and almost broke the general's body.

The blood prison is cold: "When I grow up a little, the power of the blood is slightly activated. When I have a certain self-protection, my foster mother is gone..."

"Later, I found out that the great emperor of the Sui Dynasty was very popular with food. In order to celebrate the birth of his grandson, he had a banquet, and one of the soups was made with a 10,000-year-old old-fashioned plaque."

"My foster mother was slain by the big demon and sold to the wind."

"The price is only a set of saga of the saga of the dynasty."