The setting sun shed a sticky red light, covering the huge city of the Yin city-state. Under the bloody light of the setting sun, the blood mist barrier over the Yin city-state reflected a ferocious blood light that made people want to vomit.
In the dark blue-red sky, the demon clan's secret treasure "Blood Parrot", which was forged with a secret method passed on from cross-border magic, slowly passed by. The spherical blood parrot with a diameter of three hundred meters has a bluish-black body that can be discerned, and the overlapping demon talismans on its surface occasionally flash with a flash of bright red blood. The blood parrot is like the eyeball of the legendary devil, looking down at the earth coldly and arrogantly.
Also overlooking the hunting team that had just returned to the Yin city-state.
Led by six flying chariots made of pure metal, these huge chariots with bloody bodies were dragged by dozens of dark night blood leopards, slowly bringing up streaks of smoke and dust across the earth. Behind these six French chariots, tens of thousands of ragged men, women, and children were tied to long ropes. They were following the French chariots in panic and embarrassment.
Surrounding these embarrassed civilians, hundreds of Yin knights drove the unicorn blood beasts raised by the demon clan's secret method, arranged in neat lines, and looked around vigilantly. And at the very back of this huge procession were the same twelve flying chariots.
At the entrance of the Yin city-state, which is surrounded by metal walls that are hundreds of meters high, there are two stepped pyramids with a height of about 100 meters on the left and right of the city gate that is hundreds of meters wide. From top to bottom, the pyramid is divided into nine levels. Now on each level of the pyramid, there are groups of Yin warriors standing.
Those lower-status blood slave warriors held magic weapons inspired by various colored crystals and wore dark red full-coverage combat armor. They looked around with great vigilance. As for those high-status Yin tribesmen, they were wearing blood-red robes with a simple shape and a hint of mysterious and demonic atmosphere. They folded their hands in front of their chests and glanced at the men, women and children running in embarrassment behind the chariot with great arrogance.
"A rare bumper harvest!" A young man in blood robes who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old stood on the top of a pyramid. He sneered and squinted his eyes. His sharp eyes kept scanning those who were similar to him in the crowd. young girl's childish face. His pupils were slightly red, and a ray of evil power was flowing in his eyes. This allowed him to clearly identify the beautiful girls in the crowd even though they were two or three miles away.
"This one in the black windbreaker and the one in the red short skirt, clean them up and send them to my room!" In just a few breaths, the young man had found a prey that satisfied him, and he smiled with great joy. stand up.
A white-haired old man standing behind the young man sneered evilly and cruelly, and then bowed deeply.
Accompanied by a low whistling sound, the flying chariot slowly landed at the entrance to the city-state. Several doors were opened silently on the smooth and clean car body without any gaps. A large group of Yin warriors wearing dark red armor walked out of the car, and shouts and curses suddenly sounded continuously. The people who were tied behind the chariot were also in chaos, with voices calling for children and girls, and crying for fathers and mothers.
"Listen up, everyone, line up here!"
"No chaos, no chaos! According to your family relationships, line up here!"
"You despicable untouchables, this is your blessing!"
"This is a blessing given to you by our Yin family! No chaos, everyone lines up!"
"Seize your opportunity firmly. Whoever dares to stir up trouble and shout will know the consequences!"
A skinny old man wearing a tattered black robe, extremely dirty, and with a shiny face screamed at the top of his lungs. As soon as the ropes binding him were untied, he rushed out of the crowd waving a palm-sized silver cross and shouting loudly.
"My children, do not believe the words of these demons! They are bloodthirsty demons, and they are tempting you to fall with sweet and poisonous fruits! Do not believe the words of these demons, you will become their food and their sacrifices. Pin, you should never believe them!"
A Yin warrior dozens of meters away brought up a strong wind, crossed the distance of tens of meters in one step, and came directly to the old man in ragged clothes. He pulled out a black long sword that was more than four feet long, no wider than a finger, and as thin as paper, and pierced the old man's heart without hesitation. The sharp sword passed through the old man's body silently. The old man's originally extremely thin body suddenly withered and shrank, and all the blood in his body was sucked clean by the sword in just a flick of his finger.
The Yin warrior withdrew his sword and snatched the silver cross from the old man's hand. Weighing this ancient-colored cross made of pure silver in the palm of his hand, the Yin warrior slowly walked towards the long tables lined up behind the gate at the entrance to the city.
Yin Xuege was sitting behind a long table, looking at the old man's shriveled body on the ground with a chill. The old man's face was looking in the direction of Yin Xuege, and there was a deep despair in his blank and empty eyes. Yin Xuege had seen countless withered, shriveled, and desperate faces like the old man, but he still felt cold all over, so cold that his body could not help but tremble slightly.
The young man who had just stood on the pyramid looking for his prey didn't know when he came behind Yin Blood Ge. Seeing Yin Blood Song's trembling body, the young man who was obviously a head taller than Yin Blood Song shook his head. A Yin tribesman took a python skin whip as thick as a thumb in his hand, and without any warning, he struck Yin Xuege's shoulder with the whip.
Severe pain suddenly struck, and Yin Xuege's face turned pale, and the muscles on his face were distorted, making his young face look as ugly as an evil ghost. The whip was made from the slough of the highly poisonous 'Three-Headed Blue-spotted Python'. The body of the whip was densely covered with sharp and protruding scales. A large piece of Yin Xuege's bloody robe was torn open, and even more on his shoulders. A two-foot-long piece of thin skin was torn off.
Blood slowly flowed out along the wound, but after Yin Xuege took a deep breath, the blood flowing out of the wound slowly flowed back, and was soon swallowed up again by the bloody wound. Yin Xuege's wounds were healing at a speed that would surprise ordinary people. After three or five breaths, his flesh and blood that had been taken away by the whip had already grown back.
Breathing out a heavy breath, Yin Xuege endured the dizziness in his head and endured the painful aftertaste of the whip he had just given, and stood up stiffly. Gritting his teeth tightly, Yin Xuege slowly turned around and directed his malicious eyes with endless coldness at the young man who was holding a long whip and was still stroking it in his hand.
"Yin Xuejiao!" Yin Xuege spat out the boy's name word by word through his teeth.
Yin Xuejiao pursed his lips strangely and smiled. He looked at Yin Xuegue's pale face and trembling body, and shook his head with disdain. He raised an index finger and stabbed Yin Xuege's chest several times. Yin Xuejiao leaned close to Yin Xuege's ear and laughed in a low voice: "Bitches are bastards. Are you pitying these bastards?" Man? You were born to hang out with these bitches!"
After laughing evilly for a few times, Yin Xuejiao straightened his body and raised his fingers at Yin Xuegue with both pride and provocation.
"I just fell in love with two pretty girls. I'm going back later to enjoy them!"
Yin Xuege's face turned red, and there was a hint of blood gleaming from the depths of his eyes.
Yin Xuejiao quickly took two steps back. Several tall Yin tribesmen behind him quickly stood between the two of them. One of them, a middle-aged man with a sinister aura around him, even pressed his palm down. On Yin Xuege's shoulder: "Master Xuege, please find out your identity and don't embarrass us! Hey!"
The middle-aged man laughed mockingly and clasped his fingers tightly on Yin Xuege's shoulders, making his bones crack.
"Yes, you're right! I need to find out your identity!" Yin Xuejiao looked at Yin Xuegue with a playful smile. A deep fear flashed across his eyes, followed by a deliberately artificial look. Arrogance arose spontaneously: "Although you are called the legitimate son of the Yin clan, you must understand that you are just a bastard!"
Yin Xuege's body trembled violently. He wanted to break free from the middle-aged man's control, but the other man was much stronger than him, and his body could not move at all under the other man's control. The five fingers clasped his shoulders tightly, causing the shoulder blades to make an overwhelming "click" sound.
He reached out frivolously and patted Yin Xuegue's face, and Yin Xuejiao turned around triumphantly and walked towards the city.
"Finish your chores well, or you will suffer in class tomorrow. Hey, that's what a miserable bitch is like. While I'm enjoying those delicate and cute little blood slaves, he can only eat sand here. , help those bitches get registered.”
"Oh, do you think this is too miserable? The hunting team captured so many blood slaves today, so they have to be busy for most of the night before they can rest, right? Then, doesn't it mean that he has no time to practice tonight? Isn’t he going to pull off a big piece again?”
A burst of arrogant and proud laughter came from afar. Yin Xuege looked at Yin Xuege's arrogant back as he walked away, almost bleeding from his eyes.
After Yin Xuejiao had gone far away, the middle-aged man who had grabbed Yin Xuegue let go of his hand, and said to Yin Xuejiao with a smile: "Young Master Xuege, this is You can’t blame us for being rude! Last time you went crazy and almost bit off Master Xueyuan’s neck, we have to be on guard, right?”
With a strange look on his face, he glanced up and down at Yin Xuege, who was standing motionless. The middle-aged man said in a hypocritical persuasive tone: "You, you still have to recognize your identity! Although you carry the name of the legitimate son of the Yin tribe, , but what about your identity! Haha, why do you have to go against the young masters? Just beg for mercy, kneel down and kowtow to the young masters, and that's it, right?"
"Hahaha, hahaha." The middle-aged man looked up to the sky and laughed wildly a few times, then raised his head extremely arrogantly, slowly put his hands behind his back, and walked away unsteadily in three steps. Wherever he passed, the heavily armed Yin warriors saluted one after another, which further highlighted his arrogant and domineering arrogance.
Yin Xuege stood there, breathing heavily.
But his long table was suddenly hammered hard. The Yin warrior who had just killed the skinny old man pounded the table impatiently: "Master Xue Ge, please don't waste our time! Please, please Register with me, today I killed one heretical believer of the Light God Sect and seized a heretical magic weapon, these are two achievements!"
Yin Xuege was stunned for a moment, then he touched the shoulder that had just been injured and slowly sat back in his seat.
He raised his head and looked at the Yin warrior coldly and ruthlessly with his eyes that had suppressed all the blood. Yin Xuege said coldly: "Name, number, affiliation, and achievements. Killing a heretical believer of the Light God Cult is a family achievement. Ten points; a low-grade heretic magic weapon, made of blazing bright silver, and twenty points for family merit!"
The sunset gradually sets, and a bright moon quietly appears. The blood parrot has completed a sky survey journey and slowly crossed the sky again. The blood parrot, whose whole body was blue and black and exuded a faint blood light, silently passed over the moon. Under the silver moonlight, the blood parrot looked even more sinister and sinister.
Occasionally, some Yin tribe members raised their heads and curiously looked at this secret treasure that contained great destructive power. In their field of vision, countless strands of moonlight as thin as hair were being swallowed by blood parrots. Just like these people of the Yin tribe, moonlight is also the energy source of the blood parrot, the demon tribe’s secret treasure!
Under the moonlight, the blood parrot has a hundred times more destructive power than during the day.
Just like these people of the Yin tribe, under the moonlight and at night, the Yin tribe breathes out the essence of moonlight. Their combat power and cultivation speed are several times or even dozens of times higher than during the day. For the Yin people, moonlit nights, especially full-moon nights like this, are extremely precious. Practicing on any full moon night is enough to make the children of the Yin tribe improve a lot.
Yin Xuege, who is only eleven years old, is a serious child of the Yin tribe. Before the age of eighteen, the essence of moonlight on a full moon night is as important to Yin Xuege as it is to any other child of the Yin tribe.
The blood mist barrier that enveloped the entire Yin city-state has dispersed, revealing the overlapping buildings in the Yin city-state. On the top of those high towers and tall buildings, large groups of Yin Clan children occupied favorable terrains, sitting cross-legged on the ground, devouring the moonlight essence with large mouthfuls.
Yin Xuejiao was also practicing. He was sitting alone on the top of a three-hundred-meter-high tower, with a formation composed of dozens of fist-sized blood-colored orbs floating around him. With the help of this mysterious formation, a large amount of moonlight essence was absorbed and surrounded Yin Xuejiao. The rich moonlight essence even condensed into a mist visible to the naked eye.
The mysterious and strange innate Taiyin energy was continuously injected into Yin Xuejiao's body along with the moonlight essence, and he had a satisfied smile on his handsome but arrogant face. As the Taiyin energy was refined, his body continued to become stronger, his blood energy continued to flourish, and the power of his soul became stronger and stronger.
But at the entrance of the Yin city-state, twenty long tables were lined up, and behind each long table sat a man in blood robes upright. In front of their long table, there were twenty long queues. Countless frightened men, women, and children stood trembling in the queue and marched slowly forward.
Behind the twenty long tables, there is only one young boy, Yin Xuege, and he is the only one who has the status of a legitimate son of the Yin clan! The others are all adults, and they are all foreign affairs deacons of the Yin people. Only Yin Xuege is a child, and he does not have any position in the family.
He was only temporarily 'seconded' on this full-moon night to help the Yin tribe's 'Foreign Affairs Hall', which was 'short of manpower', register the blood slaves who had just been captured today. Unfortunately, there were a particularly large number of blood slaves captured today, and the number of deacons in the Foreign Affairs Hall was extremely small compared to usual times, so it was impossible to complete the registration task without spending an entire night.
A thick black directory was placed in front of Yin Xuege. He held a slender brush and quickly copied the names, identities, family relationships, etc. of the new blood slaves in front of him on the directory with blood-colored ink.
Yin Xuege was writing very fast. He was logging in the information of these blood slaves as fast as he could. But like countless full-moon nights in the past, the number of blood slaves captured today was particularly large. Even though Yin Xuege's wrists were numb, there was still a long queue in front of him.
Just after logging in information at Yin Xuege, a haggard-looking girl was roughly pulled into a small door next to the city gate by several Yin warriors. The girl's clothes were stripped clean, and the cold and high-pressure water washed her body. White disinfectant powder poured down from high altitude. The irritating powder caused severe pain to the girl's eyes, and she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Like animals in a slaughterhouse, after these blood slaves who had completed their registration completed the disinfection of their bodies, each of them received a white coarse cloth robe, and then they lined up and headed towards the deep and dark interior of the Yin city-state.
Yin Xuege listened to the girl's sharp cries of pain. He raised his head and looked at the full moon that had gradually turned to the west. Then he looked at the still long queue in front of him and couldn't help but sigh softly.
Although he was only an eleven-year-old boy, Yin Xuege's sigh was filled with an indelible sense of vicissitudes and sadness. But if someone were to observe carefully, they would see a flash of blood like hot lava in Yin Xuege's eyes.
Yin Xuege's left hand was hidden in his sleeve, curled up under the long table. His left hand was clenched tightly into a fist. Under the fair skin, blue blood vessels and meridians were bulging. His heart was already full of hatred.
Before the first ray of morning light was about to arrive, the blood mist barrier of the Yin city-state spread silently again.
A foreign affairs manager of the Yin tribe came to Yin Xuege at some point. Looking at Yin Xuege who had been busy all night, the foreign affairs manager with a malicious smile gently patted Yin Xuege's shoulder.
"Master Xue Ge, are you tired? Go and wash yourself quickly. You will have to listen to the elders' lectures later!"
With a slight twitch of the corner of his mouth, and full of malice, the foreign affairs manager said frivolously: "You have been busy all night, and these two points of family merit are indispensable for you! You'd better go to the class quickly, don't be late! "
"By the way, it is said that Young Master Xuejiao and Young Master Xueyuan made breakthroughs yesterday, so the elders' lessons today are said to be combat lessons!"
Yin Xuege's hand suddenly froze, and his eyes were once again filled with crazy blood.
(End of chapter)