Sin Realm, a place full of chaos and fighting, is the most barren and coldest place among the lower five realms!

The entire sinful realm spans tens of thousands of miles, which is larger than the earth. There are many towering black glaciers, raging storms, etc...

"Wow!"

A stream of light crisscrossed the sky, which was a treasure ship, with Xiao Chen and others standing on it.

“Finally we’re going to meet our tribe members!!!”

Sun Hongyi and Linglong were very excited, especially the former, who was looking forward to it with tears in his eyes...

"Master, that city is the Ancient Sin City. It is the only ancient city in the entire Sin Domain. I have arranged a large number of spies in it..."

The wooden owl pointed at a huge city towering in the distance, standing with a bow, showing the posture of an old slave.

Xiao Chen followed the sound.

I saw that the ancient sin city was majestic and majestic, shrouded in a super formation, with bright lights and loud voices inside.

"Let's go directly to Hwaseong."

Xiao Chen gave a faint order, and the treasure ship headed north.

The further north we go, the more black glaciers and storms below us become. The traces of practitioners become rarer, and there are more mortals.

In addition, scenes of fighting and killing are still often visible.

During this period, they also encountered a fleet carrying hundreds of sin-blood slaves, men, women, and children whose hands and feet were bound, and treated like livestock.

Sun Hongyi roared with tears in his eyes: "Xiao Sheng, this is a warship to capture slaves. Usually it is manned by powerful Earth Immortals. Not only will they capture our people to serve as blood slaves, but they will also capture some who have escaped here.

It is a heinous crime for practitioners to engage in trafficking!"

"Um!"

Xiao Chen stood with his hands behind his hands and glanced at the wooden owl beside him.

So, Mu Xiao took control of the situation, killed all the gangsters and bandits on the warship, and rescued hundreds of sin-blood slaves.

The treasure ship galloped for another hour.

Huacheng, here we come!

It is said to be Huacheng, but it is actually just a city made of solid ice, and here, covered with ice and snow, extremely cold, it is the residence of the sin-blood slaves.

The men, women, and children here all wear ancient coarse linen clothes and speak ancient dialects similar to Long Guoyu. The streets are deserted.

Xiao Chen suddenly felt kindhearted.

In a daze, he felt like he had returned to the ancient Dragon Kingdom.

"Wow!..."

Xiao Chen's perfect brain power naturally radiated, and he couldn't help but frown!

Among the tribesmen here, there are only one or two martial arts cultivators at the Ming Jin level in the hundreds. Most of them can only be said to be physically strong. This is simply unbelievable in Kunlun!

You know, even in the Sin Realm, the spiritual energy concentration is more than thirty times that of the earth!

"A curse from heaven...ha!"

Xiao Chen murmured softly, his eyes extremely cold.

The Huacheng in front of us is home to nearly a million people, and there are probably many tribesmen scattered throughout Kunlun... The curse has been launched against these people, and it has continued from generation to generation for thousands of years. What kind of method is this?

?

"The great power of transforming gods may have such a method!"

Thinking of this, Xiao Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and they were endlessly deep!

On that day, the entire Huacheng was in a state of excitement!

Especially the Chinese Ancestral Temple in the center, which represents the highest authority, has many people rushing there!

The great elder and the saint are back!

This is definitely a big event!

Originally, the great elder Sun Hongyi wanted to invite Xiao Chen to the Ancestral Temple, but was blocked by the clan leader and others. They seemed to have ulterior motives.

Xiao Chen, Second Senior Sister and others were all arranged in guest rooms near the Ancestral Temple.

On the same day.

A sacrifice was held in the Imperial Ancestral Temple, and the patriarch Meng Zhiyuan personally presided over it!

"hold head high!"

As if infected by some atmosphere, a white shadow of a real dragon emerged from Linglong's body, exuding ancient and vast dragon power, and her eyes were shining brightly, not like a dragon snake!

All the senior officials of the Sin Blood Slave Tribe were shocked, and then wept with joy!

Linglong was selected as a saint back then because of the extraordinary "dragon nature" of the blood in her body. For this reason, the Great Elder and others took great pains to hide her in the Land Abandoned by Heaven. Now they finally see hope!

Soon, a vague fire dragon shadow erupted from the body of the great elder, and the power of his peak earth immortal filled the air, making everyone even more happy.

Then there was an intense secret meeting!

The great elder, Sun Hongyi, started a fierce war of words with the higher-ups headed by the clan leader and others!

The reason is how to treat Xiao Chen and how the Chinese will survive in the future!

This matter is related to the rise and fall of the clan!

This discussion lasted all night!

Early the next morning, clan leader Meng Zhiyuan came with a group of senior clan officials.

Meng Zhiyuan bowed deeply and said respectfully: "Mr. Xiao, thank you for saving the saint girl of our clan. If you have any requests, just make them. As long as our clan can do it, we will do our best!"

He was very humble, but kept a distance in his words.

In fact, this group of people had been discussing all night, and under the coverage of Xiao Chen's perfect brain, he had already seen everything clearly.

"No need! Linglong is my sister, and it is my brother's responsibility to save her." Xiao Chen said calmly.

Meng Zhiyuan and others' expressions changed slightly!

Immediately, an extremely old and skinny old man sighed and said apologetically: "Mr. Xiao, you are a famous figure in Kunlun. After fighting in the land abandoned by heaven, even we barbaric tribes will know your reputation!"

"You'd better...leave as soon as possible. Don't think of our saint as your sister. My clan can't afford it!"

The wooden owl was furious, stood up straight and angrily shouted: "Can't you climb so high? Are you worried that my master will bring trouble to your clan? Huh! Not long ago, the Magic Flute organization attacked. If my Wanbao Pavilion hadn't taken action, you and other dogs would have

My life is already in danger!"

Meng Zhiyuan and others all changed their expressions, and their faces became even more bitter!

They are not ungrateful, but now Xiao Wudi has become the public enemy of Kunlun... Even if he is a powerful Jindan warrior with overwhelming strength, so what?

Outnumbered!

What's more, there are quite a few hidden old monsters in Kunlun, and there are even three Nascent Soul Heavenly Lords!

Therefore, the skinny old man said helplessly: "Mr. Xiao's great kindness, our clan will always remember it in our hearts! The Holy Girl is our clan's most precious treasure, the only way to stand up for thousands of years, and we must not allow it to be lost!"

"If you stay here for a long time... our clan may become the target of public criticism and be torn into pieces in an instant! The great elder strongly proposed that the whole clan enter your small world of colorful clouds to temporarily avoid the sharp edges...

But, how can we solve the problem of nearly two million tribesmen eating, drinking, and urinating?"

"The most important thing is that our clan can't afford to gamble! We don't dare to gamble with the lives of our entire clan!"

His words were sincere and tragic, and he burst into tears, full of guilt and helplessness.

For a moment, all eyes turned to Xiao Chen.

"Oh? In this case, I, Xiao Chen, won't show my face to your clan's cold ass! I will give this storage ring to Linglong and convey a message to her, asking her to practice well!"

Xiao Chen simply threw a storage ring to the clan leader Meng Zhiyuan and floated away with Mu Xiao and Snow Phoenix...

"Wow!"

A ray of light rose into the sky and left quickly.

The patriarch Meng Zhiyuan held the storage ring in his hand and said bitterly: "Everyone, is what we did today right or wrong? If... this one is really the predicted saint from China, how can we wait?

Aren’t you digging your own grave?”

"Bata!"

A skinny palm fell on Meng Zhiyuan's shoulder, it was the skinny old man.

He said solemnly: "Clan Chief, the Three Holy Lands are determined to destroy Mr. Xiao this time. Our clan is already in great danger. If we don't draw a clear line with him, Xiao Wudi, we will be massacred! Not only that!

To drive Mr. Xiao away, you still need to announce it..."

"Even if he is really a saint from the Middle Earth, he has already given us hope for the rise of our clan! What do you think? The saint will definitely become a super strong person on par with the Nascent Soul Heavenly Lord within a hundred years at most!"

This statement made all the senior executives present excited!

Saintess, the spark of hope for the rise of the sin-blood slaves!

A black-faced old man shook his head and complained: "This Mr. Xiao is of the same clan as me, but he just ran away in anger? He didn't even help us to remove the power of the curse from his body. How stupid!"
To be continued...