Chapter 739: The Prince of the Pig Tribe

The strong wind swept up the sand and gravel, raging across the world, making the air turbid.

This is the extreme north of the world. It has been desolate for who knows how many years. There are no extraordinary rules and no vitality.

However, there is a pig tribe that built a huge city here.

This city seems to be the last place for the pig tribe to guard.

The earth and stone walls are magnificent and thick, showing the mottled years. Zhao Yin came to the mountainside and looked up.

The huge city seemed not to belong to this space, as if it came from the long river of time. Its scale is enough to accommodate millions of people.

The two city gates seemed to be made of extraordinary alloys and engraved with runes.

It’s a pity that in this place without rules, it is impossible to exert the defensive capabilities it should have.

At least there has been no large-scale war here, because there is no trace of the war, only the vicissitudes of time.

Zhao Yin came to the top of the mountain, stood in front of the huge city gate, slowly raised his hand, and pushed hard.

With a sizzle!

The city gate opened a gap.

A large amount of dust fell from above, covering Zhao Yin's hair and shoulders.

The city gate seemed to have not been opened for the past hundred years.

He entered sideways through the crack of the door, and rows of buildings came into view.

It was different from the forbidden magic world and what he had seen before.

The buildings here were still intact. Although there was thick dust on the streets, there were no weeds.

It seemed as if yesterday, there were still countless pig tribes living in the city, as if it was still noisy and prosperous.

Zhao Yin walked on the street and saw from a distance that there was an ancient well on the side of the street.

There was a faint sound of gurgling water, which was an underground river that passed through the city.

Perhaps, this is why the pig tribe built a city here.

Perhaps, in the desolate world, there were countless farmlands, countless crops and livestock.

Perhaps, on the streets here, there were countless children and old people of the pig tribe... This is their last home.

No one told Zhao Yin why this city existed and why it was built in a bitter and cold place!

Why is it the most intact city of the pigs in this world?

But that's what he thought.

Zhao Yin could always hear that breathing sound, which was very powerful and had a gentle rhythm.

It was a living being, and combined with what Xiaobai saw, Zhao Yin could be sure that it was a pig.

If there was one last pig left in this world, it must be this person!

Zhao Yin's steps were neither fast nor slow. He paid attention to the buildings on both sides of the street. Many doors were open, and there were a lot of daily necessities inside, mostly ordinary things.

No other pigs were seen. The figures and corpses, as if except for that breath, this place was just like the outside world, and all the pigs disappeared.

Zhao Yin thought of the Tiannu tribe, and also thought of the human race abducted by the angels in the white world.

The way the alien race dealt with the human race was not only to kill, but also to enslave, or...

or to treat them as livestock and raise them for meat.

Finally, the breathing sound came closer, and the scene in front of him became empty.

At the end of the street, a huge square appeared.

In the middle of the square, there were three huge stone pillars, 30 meters high, each with a diameter of 5 meters, made of a kind of stone that looked like metal.

It seemed that they had experienced endless years and had never been eroded by time.

Zhao Yin opened the Eye of God, but he did not look at the three stone pillars.

His eyes were attracted by a figure sitting cross-legged in the triangle surrounded by three stone pillars.

That was the pig tribe he ventured to find.

He was also the owner of the breathing sound.

The man had his back to Zhao Yin, lowered his head, and could not see his appearance clearly, but his back was taller than the pig tribe Zhao Yin knew, about 1.5 meters tall.

There was a thick layer of dust on him, as if he had not moved for decades.

Three metal chains as thick as wrists were wrapped around his neck, hands, and feet respectively.

This scene made Zhao Yin feel familiar.

He remembered Duke, and... the zombie king who was killed by the little monkey!

[Corpse Demon: Demigod, Evolution Degree 100/85, Strength 18750, Agility 18840, Defense 19400, Spirit 25480, Awakening Talent: Huge Strength! Curse! Wood Element! Eye of Rules!

Note: He was originally a demigod of the pig tribe, the son of the old pig god, and the guardian of the descendants of the pig tribe in this world! After turning into a demon, he has not eaten for three hundred years, and the extraordinary attributes in his body are about to dissipate.]

Zhao Yin's pupils shrank, and he almost didn't think about it, and immediately pulled back.

He didn't expect that the pig tribe here had already turned into a demon!

He didn't expect that the other party was a demigod, and even if he hadn't eaten for three hundred years, his attributes were still comparable to SSS level!

Everything was too unexpected, he shouldn't have come.

Just as Zhao Yin was communicating with the life space and preparing to leave immediately, a soul transmission sounded into his ears.

"Did father ask you to come?"

It was a male voice with a metallic texture.

Zhao Yin paused, and the power of space transmission spread around him.

As long as the other party released a little hostility, he would immediately escape.

No one knows how many tricks a demigod has, even if he has not eaten for three hundred years!

The old pig god was indebted to Zhao Yin, so he paused.

The corpse demon asked about the old pig god, indicating that his nature still remained.

"It was the senior pig god who asked Zhao Yin of the human race to come." Zhao Yin spoke seriously.

"Is my father... okay?"

The figure finally moved, and the dust on his shoulders fell.

Hua La La!

Accompanied by the sound of metal chains colliding, the former prince of the pig tribe, now the corpse demon pig, slowly stood up.

His figure was not tall, but he stood there like an unclimbable mountain.

Even though his strength has fallen now, Zhao Yin still feels like he was facing the blue-armored strongest man.

It made Zhao Yin feel like he couldn't breathe!

The prince of the pig tribe slowly turned around, revealing the unique face of the pig tribe. The difference was that his skin was covered with twisted blue veins, and his eyes were white, like a dead fish!

At this moment, it seemed as if the dusty memories were lifted up. The prince of the pig tribe showed the unique kindness and gentleness of the pig tribe, as well as a strong sadness.

"He was sealed in a world of rules, and I couldn't save him. Senior Pig God asked me to come here to provide some shelter for the descendants of the pig tribe!" Zhao Yin said truthfully.

"It was Ge Wu, who sealed him!"

The prince of the pig tribe sighed: "Father, you are wrong after all!"

Ge Wu?

This is the first time Zhao Yin heard this name.

Recalling the black-clothed human race in the memory picture transmitted by the pig god...now the black-clothed corpse demon!

The former human hero, now the god of corpse demons, is also the most powerful one among the corpse demons that first appeared a million years ago!

"Senior, since you are protecting the pig tribe, it is unnecessary for me to come here. Senior Pig God once promised me that you would teach me the skills to create extraordinary equipment and the method of raising Cang Beasts!"

Although the prince of the pig tribe in front of him has not yet revealed his corpse demon nature, he always makes Zhao Yin feel that the other party is extremely dangerous!

So, he got straight to the point and made a quick decision.

Whether he can get what he wants or not, Zhao Yin plans to leave this place as soon as possible.