The strong man was also a true immortal, and his strength was not weak. He had already reached the initial peak. However, when the woman pounced on him, he was so shocked that he did not move away. Immediately, his whole body was burning with bright red flames.
Once burned by the flames, he turned into a burning man and screamed loudly. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not extinguish the flames.
The female immortal gradually turned black in the flames, but she held the strong man's throat tightly, insisting that Qingshan would not let go, and her eyes that glowed with blood-red flames showed unforgettable hatred.
Dozens of mutilated corpses lay scattered dozens of feet around her. They were all the tourists who had been too excited to watch. They were just ordinary monks with magical powers. How could they withstand the life of a true immortal?
Fire, as a result, I got too excited and suffered the same disaster as a fish in a pond.
The stall owner was a strong man in the middle stage of True Immortal. When he saw this scene, his face turned livid, he gritted his teeth and grabbed the Immortal Art, and blasted the restraints at the woman.
Seeing this, other immortal stall owners also hurriedly came to help. They are all slave owners. Now that slaves are rebelling, they naturally have to help each other.
The managers of the sales area also hurriedly arrived, all of them were true immortals. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but be shocked and quickly took action to suppress it.
However, even though the bloody flames on the woman's body were blown away by the restriction, they never stopped. The strong man who was choked by her gradually died after struggling wildly for a while.
Xia Chen sighed, knowing that this female immortal couldn't bear the humiliation, so she finally used self-destruction.
After self-destruction, her body and soul were destroyed, and even the chance of reincarnation was gone. But this was the only way for her to get rid of humiliation. For the sake of her final dignity, she did not hesitate to disappear into thin air.
Moreover, she made up her mind too late, and there was not much fairy energy left in her body. Even if she self-destructed, it would not have much power. She could only drag the strong man along with her on the road.
Under the bombardment of the forbidden light waves, the bloody flames gradually extinguished, and the Jurchen Fairy also turned into ashes.
Naturally, the strong man's true immortal could not escape. Like the female true immortal, both body and soul were destroyed. Only the stall owner with an extremely ugly face was left, looking at the burned mess.
Although he was alive, he suffered a terrible loss. Not only did his precious female slave die, but also a helper died, and he didn't earn a penny. He also had to pay compensation to the city center and punish the dozen or so ordinary monks who died.
Responsible.
If those monks' families had some background, the compensation would probably be even greater.
"What a damn bad luck!" He cursed angrily, and the stall owner had no choice but to start cleaning up the mess.
The real immortals around him who were responsible for the management of the slave trading area also had dark faces. The slaves did not control themselves well and rebelled and killed the guests. It also had a great impact on the safety management of the city. If it affected the customers, it was equivalent to a break.
Of course, they must also be responsible for their financial resources.
At this time, most of the guests who were watching the humiliation of the Jurchen Immortal slaves had dispersed. The rest were also in shock, and no longer had the dirty thoughts of despising the True Immortal just a moment ago.
Xia Chen saw that the True Immortal slaves in other stalls were also looking at this place, their eyes showing complex and subtle meanings, including the sadness of a rabbit dying and a fox's sorrow, but also awe-inspiring admiration.
Not everyone can self-destruct. And compared to monks, immortals are less likely to self-destruct. They have eternal life, how can they easily dissipate the immortal bodies they have cultivated through hard work?
Even if they are humiliated, most immortals will grit their teeth and endure it, because as long as a trace of their soul escapes, they have hope of resurrection, but if they self-destruct, they will have nothing.
Xia Chen sighed softly and walked deeper into the street. This kind of thing happens every day. I am afraid that in less than two days, he will be forgotten by people. Even if he is a true immortal, how long can he be remembered by people?
Sure enough, not long after the stall owner left, as other people continued to pour in, the True Immortal Slave Street Street quickly became lively again, as if the tragic incident a moment ago had been forgotten.
As Xia Chen walked along, his spiritual thoughts moved slightly, and he could clearly see the situation of those true immortal slaves.
These slaves are all in the early stages of True Immortal cultivation, and most of them are weak and bruised. Not to mention that he doesn't want to seize their bodies, but he just thinks that these slaves don't meet the standards.
And when he casually asked about the price, Xia Chen couldn't help but click his tongue. Even the worst-looking and most seriously injured true immortal slave would cost at least hundreds of thousands of low-grade immortal stones. It was really expensive.
No wonder some people dare to sell true immortal slaves. As long as they change hands, they will receive hundreds of thousands of immortal stones, which is at least enough for hundreds of years of luxurious cultivation.
If it weren't for the cornucopia, Xia Chen might have had the idea of becoming an immortal trafficker.
At the end, Xia Chen stopped in front of a stall.
There is only one True Immortal slave in this stall, and it is also the only mid-stage True Immortal slave that Xia Chen has seen after walking for such a long time.
Although he was in the middle stage of True Immortality, the people gathered in front of the stall were very deserted. For no other reason than this slave was not only skinny and skinny, but also looked extremely miserable. He was also dying, as if he had been seriously injured and might die at any time.
No one would buy a dead slave, and naturally no one would care about it.
The stall owner is also a strong man in the middle stage of the True Immortal. He is wearing a green leather robe and looks honest. He clasps his hands in his sleeves and squats on the ground, with a big knot between his eyebrows. He does not look like a True Immortal, but looks like an old farmer.
Everyone else greeted the guests with smiles, but he was the only one with a sad face.
"How can I sell this slave?" Xia Chen looked at the skinny True Immortal slave and asked casually.
The stall owner looked up at him, then lowered his head without saying a word.
"Do you want to do business?" Xia Chen frowned.
"If you don't buy it, don't come to entertain me." The stall owner said in a low voice, with resentment in his tone, as if he was being ridiculed.
"I don't even know how to buy it at the price? Do you have any business like this?" Xia Chen was depressed.
The stall owner's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he stood up slowly: "Do you really want to buy it? I think you can tell that my slave was seriously injured and will soon die in a few days."
"I want to die soon, not live." Xia Chen said.
This time it was the stall owner's turn to be surprised. He looked at Xia Chen as if he didn't recognize him, wondering if this ugly-looking Zhen Ming was mentally ill. What's the use of buying a dying Zhen Ming slave? Is it going to be a corpse?
Anatomy?
Originally, he brought this seriously injured slave to the slave trading area with the purpose of trying his luck. However, after running into trouble for several days in a row and being ridiculed several times by the guests, he had no longer thought about it and planned to wait.
As soon as the slave died and left, he didn't expect to actually meet a customer.
"Are you selling it or not?" Xia Chen was impatient.
"Sell, sell..." The stall owner hurriedly woke up, swallowed dryly, looked at Xia Chen nervously, and stammered, "If fellow Taoist want to buy, I can give you the cheapest price."
, one hundred thousand low-grade immortal stones, fellow Taoist can take them away."
Xia Chen laughed dumbly. This guy looked honest and honest, but he turned out to be a profiteer. He had a hundred thousand immortal stones, and he thought I was a fool.
"It's too expensive. Make it cheaper." He shook his head and planned to give the other party a chance.
"This is still expensive, Tao Tao... Taoist friend." The stall owner became anxious and stuttered even more, "You have also walked here, do you know... what are the prices of other domestic slaves... slaves?
, my slave...slave is the cheapest."
He thought for a while and then added: "And and and...and, my slave slave...is really really...the middle stage of immortality."
Xia Chen was helpless: "Brother, I don't want your slave as a slave, but for other purposes. Besides, no one else here will buy it except me. You are selling a slave who is almost dead."
It’s so expensive, do you still want to do this business?”
The stall owner looked at him with a stubborn look in his eyes: "Ten, ten, ten... one hundred thousand Yuan stones, not even a cent... can't be less."
"Yes, you have the guts. I don't want it anymore. You can hawk here by yourself." Xia Chen reluctantly gave him a thumbs up, turned around and left.
He didn't have to have this fairy body that was as thin as a skeleton. If this slave hadn't been at the same level of cultivation as him and the soul was dissolving on its own, Xia Chen would naturally not have thought of buying or selling.
"Wait...I can give it to you cheaply, as long as the Taoist friend tells you a price." The stall owner wanted to take a handful, but unexpectedly he failed to control the heat, which made the customer angry and shouted anxiously.
Xia Chen turned around and said impatiently: "Ten thousand immortal stones, will it work? If not, I will pull it down."
He lowered the price tenfold with just one sentence, but he was also prepared to bargain with the stall owner. Although the slave was about to die, he must have been in good condition when he got it.
"Chengchengchengcheng... deal." The stall owner was so excited that the folds on his face were shining. He lifted the skinny middle-stage True Immortal slave with one hand and stretched out his hand, seeming to be quite satisfied with the price.
Xia Chen was startled. He didn't expect that the stall owner was so pissed off that he seemed to have suffered a loss.
It's just that his words have already been spoken, so it's difficult to change them. Moreover, he didn't take it to heart even though he only had ten thousand immortal stones. He immediately handed over the money and changed people.
The old farmer got 10,000 yuan of stone and went away happily.
Xia Chen used the restraint to imprison the skeleton immortal who was about to die, and then used the Immortal Art. The restraint immediately changed, turning the slave into the size of a fist, and then put it into a jade box, and then put it into storage.
In the space, fly away.
The people around him watched him leave in stunned silence, and couldn't help but point and point.
"Look, that idiot Zhen Ming actually bought a real immortal slave who was about to die. Isn't he confused? Oh my god, they say that the underworld is rich in rough guys. It seems to be true. It's terrible to be uneducated.
"
"He thought he was getting a big deal for only spending 10,000 immortal stones, but he was actually a big fool, hahaha..."
Soon, the news spread in the slave trading area. A powerful Zhen Ming actually bought a dying slave. Everyone found it funny and thought that Zhen Ming was out of his mind.
However, some people's expressions changed after hearing this, as if they had vaguely guessed something.
A few days later, an inconspicuous Zhen Ming came to the slave trading area. After wandering aimlessly for a few times, he overheard this interesting news.
He didn't pay attention at first, but after thinking about it, a thoughtful look suddenly appeared in Zhen Ming's eyes.
He asked the surrounding vendors carefully about what happened that day, and after asking about the appearance of Xia Chen and the old farmer Zhenxian in detail, he left in a hurry. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!