Chapter 678 Put Them on Slave Rings

"Mine? Who are you?" Sima Youle asked.

"Who are we?" Elder Wu raised his head and laughed, "You asked who we were when you got here? Hahaha——"

"If we didn't know who you are, would that woman bring you here?" Fatty Qu snorted coldly, "Tell me, I don't want to kill unknown people."

"Just because of you little boys?" Mr. Wu laughed so hard that he almost couldn't hold the long tobacco rod in his hand, "Let me tell you, this is Daxia Ridge, we are the largest sect of Wangxia Ridge in Daxia Ridge, and this is our mine .”

"There are so many people in your mine? And a town?"

"These are the places where our mining workers live. Huh, when you come to our place, it's better for you to be our mining workers obediently, so as not to suffer from flesh and blood." Mr. Wu took out a leaf and rolled it , put it in the cigarette rod, smashed it twice, and sneered.

"Just because you people want to keep us?" Sima Youran took out his weapon and pointed at Elder Wu.

Mr. Wu took a look at Xiaoqi and said, "This little baby is really surprising, but we are Wangxiazong here."

He took out a whistle and blew, and a group of black clothes flew out from the city wall, surrounding them again.

"The people who came this time can still see it." Sima Youyue said, "Old man, do you have a teleportation array here?"

"That's natural. We are the biggest force here in the entire Daxia Ridge. How could there be no teleportation array? But even if there is a teleportation array, you have no chance to use it. You can only mine here for us for the rest of your life! Go, Bring them a slave pen."

When Mr. Wu gave an order, those people all took out a pure silver collar and looked at the few people in the middle.

Just at this time, a huge warship drove over, like a yacht in the air.

The warship drove to the gate of the city and landed. A group of people with whips appeared on the battleship deck. Then, a group of people with silver collars came down from the ship one by one. Everyone shrugged and shook their heads, looking very tired.

At the same time, the city gate opened wide, and a group of people walked out, also wearing silver collars. Everyone's expressions were numb, and they couldn't see their expectations for tomorrow.

And their collars are exactly the same as those held by those around them.

"Slave circle!" Fatty Qu recognized this thing at a glance.

"Fatty, do you know?"

"Once this thing is worn, as long as it is not taken off, it will always be a slave. People who wear this collar will be known to others as slaves, and ordinary people can hunt down these slaves. Every force will have this This kind of thing can suppress strength after being brought up, and it cannot be taken down easily."

Sima Youyue looked at those who boarded and disembarked, and indeed some of them were quite powerful. But these people obediently listened to those turtle slaves.

When all the people who came out of the city went up, the people on the boat bowed their hands towards Mr. Wu and asked, "Mr. Wu, are these people also brought over?"

Mr. Wu waved to them, "These guys haven't been trained yet, you go first."

"okay."

The warship left with the newcomers, and Sima Youyue squinted at the warship with interest.

Fatty Qu happened to be beside her, saw her interest, and said: "This kind of warship can accommodate many people, can fly in the air, and has good defense, but refining is very difficult and requires a lot of materials. Power can't create something like this."

"Can you refine it?"

Fatty Qu shook his head, "Maybe in a few decades."

Sima Youyue looked at Fatty Que Qu approvingly, this kind of warship would be very difficult to refine with his toes, but this guy confidently said that he could refine it in a few decades, his ambition is commendable, not bad.

"Fifth brother, let's talk about it later. What should these guys do now?" Sima Youle asked.

"Didn't you want to wear slave rings for us? Then put them on." Sima Youyue said, "Those people were wearing these things just now, and they probably didn't do so voluntarily. Let's help them."

Sima Youyue didn't hide it this time, and directly called out those old fellows in the Soul Tower. I went with Xiaopeng last time, and there are still some left.

Those old guys made a move, those guys who came later were not their opponents at all, and those who came out at the beginning with lower strength were all taken away by Sima Youyue and the others.

"Master, everything is fine. Do you want their lives?" Peng Rong asked.

Sima Youyue thought for a while, shook her head, and said, "Take them into the city first, and see what's going on inside."

Of course, there were only a few people who survived the battle, and the others were killed during the battle. Sima Youyue lit a fire and burned the corpses to pieces.

Feeling the scorching heat, those old guys couldn't help but think of the character in the soul tower.

They originally followed Sima Youyue to protect Xiaopeng, but they didn't expect that there was a real divine bird by her side, their real king!

After it was completely burnt, Sima Youyue waved her hand, and the flames returned to her hand. She played with the flame in her hand, and looked at Elder Wu with an evil smile, making him break out in a cold sweat.

"Let's go in." Sima Youran said.

"Wait a minute." Xiao Qi stopped her, then she ran to the ground and turned around, and finally came to those living people, and directly buckled the slave pen that she picked up just now.

"Let's go." She clapped her hands, looking at her masterpiece with satisfaction.

Sima Youyue pinched her little face and said, "Let's go. Let's go see their teleportation array."

Each of them carried one, and they entered the city, only to find that it didn't look like a real town, some were just rows of houses, and some people who looked like walking corpses were walking on the street.

A group of patrolling people happened to come over, and when they saw that they had grabbed Mr. Wu, they rushed over, but before reaching Sima Youyue, they were all dealt with by Peng Rong and the others.

Those people with numb expressions drove towards here one after another. Seeing that they grabbed Mr. Wu and killed so many patrol soldiers, their eyes like dry wells finally showed some waves.

"Benefactor, help!" A man in tattered clothes rushed to Sima Youyue and the others, looking at his eyes, he should not have been here for long, so he still wanted to resist and escape.

As for the others, they just watched from the sidelines and had no intention of helping them.

Someone even discouraged him.

"Boy, you should come back. There were so many people who came before, but few succeeded. Those who escaped were all killed."