Chapter 1080

Ye QingHan galloped South all the way. The golden armor holy clothes attached to his body. He was dressed in black outside. It looked very ordinary.

In terms of distance, the Shura region is already very close to the Jedi in the southern region, so the time is very easy. Ye QingHan occasionally comes to the ground to supply and enters the city to search for treasure.

Thousands of miles in the south, it is close to the edge of the Jedi. There are many tribal cities. There are few strong people. Most of the creatures live a hard life. They live in groups by hunting, treasure hunting and mining.

It's called the southern region of heaven. Wars continue. In order to get more manpower, major tribes often attack and kill other tribes. The defeated become slaves. Men dig empty and women are more painful. They become other people's playthings. When they get tired of it, they are sold, and there is no hope in life.

In such a large southern region, the wine and meat in Zhumen are smelly, and there are frozen bones on the road. None of the major cities is not in a state of hostility.

Thirty six cities have been fighting for years, but suddenly one day, a Liukong stronghold jumped out, which can even compete with any of the thirty-six cities. The most important thing is that the people in this Liukong stronghold are ruthless and extremely vicious. Those who are enemies with them are all razed to the ground, with no grass and no chickens and dogs.

Liukong stronghold occupies Qiandao mountain range, forcibly seizes some resources and invades cities and lands. There are also several strong gods. The most important thing is that the mainstream of the stronghold has a giant divine weapon, the shield of space! It can completely defend against the attacks of other Lord gods of the same level.

With this giant defensive magic weapon, the city masters of other cities simply did not want to conflict with Liukong stronghold. They had to compromise and let him occupy the mountain. They plundered a lot of resources and attracted a large number of strong people to join.

Qiandao mountain is the entrance to the absolute. Liukong stronghold has become a pastry and the target of many forces.

In a short span of a hundred years, Liukong stronghold has developed into a first-class force. There are more than ten strong masters at the level of God, nearly a thousand masters at half a step, hundreds of thousands of gods, and millions of slaves. Each person in Liukong stronghold has several or even dozens of female slaves, and there are thousands to tens of thousands of slaves. According to the level of the strong, the stronger the strong, the more slaves they have.

If ye QingHan were here, the owner of the Liukong stronghold would surely recognize him as the Liukong ghost Taoist of the six God Taoism sect. At the beginning, his divine personality exploded and his soul escaped. By chance, he forcibly occupied the body of a severely damaged Lord God and succeeded in losing it. Ten years later, he recovered his peak strength, cooperated with the shield of space, fled here to occupy one side and became the overlord.

Maybe it's God's will. Ye QingHan doesn't know that the Liukong ghost Taoist is still alive, let alone that he spent more than a month in Liuyun stronghold and finally came to the South Tianyu. He can feel the chaos in this area as soon as he arrived here.

There are wars everywhere. The earth swallows blood and bones, rivers of blood and white bones accumulate. Some people are thin and only skin and bones are left. The evil crazy people directly devour human flesh.

These are creatures below the emperor level. They need to make up for their Qi and blood if they can't open the valley. However, without Shenjing, they can't enter the mountains for hunting. Originally, Qiandao mountains can go in and out freely, but these hundred years have become the back garden of Liukong stronghold, which is more difficult to enter than the forests occupied by other cities.

Ye QingHan frowned. It was a tragedy that the practitioner could do this. He couldn't imagine how this area would be so chaotic.

Boom, boom!

A large group of animal cavalry, armed with spears and whips, drove the giant animals on the ground. The earth trembled and smoke rose everywhere.

"Hahaha, I found a good slave."

"To the little princess. She must like it."

Dozens of animal cavalry accelerated their speed, killed several thin and weak practitioners in front, and surrounded ye QingHan.

This city is called Nanjiang city. Its leader, Bo Yi, is almost invincible. He is the overlord of the southern region of heaven. His three sons are all half step gods. The little princess is also his only daughter. Bo Feng likes men, especially strong and beautiful men. She picks Yang and replenishes Yin. She doesn't know how many men's essence, and forcibly seizes other people's blood and mana, Cultivation is even more terrible than her three brothers. She advanced to the LORD God three years ago, but her combat power is far from being the first-class giant God.

Pop!

The whip shattered the void and rolled up to ye QingHan's neck, while the rest rolled up to his long legs and waist.

Hum!

Ye QingHan frowned and groaned. His mental strength was divided into dozens and rushed into the sea of knowledge of animal cavalry and others. He saw that the group waved their arms and just gave out half of their strength, so they were unable to follow up and fell directly to the ground.

Roar!

After the death of their owners, they just screamed and fell to the ground.

They are life and death contracts. When the master dies, the fierce animals will die. The souls of the animal cavalry are directly killed by Ye QingHan.

"Something looking for death." ye Qingleng snorted, and the smoke and dust swayed away from his clothes.

The thin creatures around them looked at ye QingHan in shock, as if they saw a ghost. In their eyes, even the people of Liukong stronghold dare not kill so many animal cavalry in Nanjiang city. Moreover, ye QingHan just snorted, and all the powerful animal cavalry died. What terrible strength does it need?

Ye QingHan did not take care of these starving people. There are too many people. If you take care of them one by one, one year is not enough. If you want to save them, you might as well kill all the controllers of the city. Come quickly and control the upper clan, and these people at the bottom can survive.

Shua!

Ye QingHan's divine knowledge passed by and found the cities in southern Xinjiang. His figure flashed. He came outside the city of Southern Xinjiang and saw that slaves were locked by divine iron chains, carrying huge stones on their shoulders and building huge palaces and fortifications. The supervisor hardly regarded them as people. He waved his whip a little slower and beat them. If the supervisor was unhappy, he would be killed alive!

Pop!

A long whip rang through the void, followed by a scream. A slave was beaten and curled up on the ground, his face twisted and rolled.

"Shit, get up. You can't finish the task tonight. Don't talk about rice. Don't want pills."

The supervisor was cold-blooded and waved another whip. The slave had to bite his teeth and stand up to resist the tearing pain.

A city wall almost soared into the sky. I don't know what it was built for. Perhaps it was to resist foreign enemies, or it was purely labor and money. Ye QingHan walked through the crowd and was watched by two supervisors.

"Stop, where's the bastard? Show me your ID card!" a supervisor scolded coldly.

Ye QingHan's eyes flashed, shot two knife awns, and crossed the throat of the two supervisors. The superior supervisor died miserably on the spot, and it was too late to scream.