Blood Prison Mountain, deep in the depths.

Blood qi tumbling, turbid waves rolling, a long blood-colored river rushes by, and in the river several feet deep, a few rugged rocks with strange shapes can be seen vaguely.

Metal stakes as thick as water tanks by the river were deeply penetrated into the boulders. Each stake was connected with hundreds of iron chains as thick as small fingers. Barbs were densely covered with barbs, and blood-colored runes appeared and appeared.

Such metal stakes are densely packed on the stone ground by the river, and they can't see at first sight.

Countless thin iron chains extended into the river and were still shaking violently.

Through the river, there was a harsh sound of gold and iron hitting, "dingding" sound, extremely harsh and densely filled with rain.

In a sudden flash, a red light flashed on an iron chain, the iron chain tightened, and then it quickly pulled back.

Accompanied by a sharp scream, a strong man with no strand was holding a set of chisel tools in his left hand, holding a piece of scarlet ore the size of a human head in his arms, and was pulled back to the shore by the iron chain.

The strong man returned to the shore and lay down, gasping for breath.

The thin metal chains were divided into three at the end, two of which passed through his shoulders and the other one directly wrapped around his neck. The barbs were tearing the flesh and blood, and blood was little by little deeper from the skin.

The blood-colored river water was filled with strange corrosive forces, and the skin of the strong man had been soaked in white ulcers everywhere, and blood continued to seep out of it.

On the man's wrist, an ordinary metal sign was hung with the title "Which town, what army, what team, and what general?". On the metal sign, a strange demon talisman was engraved, and the rune light flashed, protecting the metal sign from being corroded by the blood-colored river water.

On the man's face, it was like a sign of a livestock's owner. A palm-sized word "Slave" was deeply engraved into his forehead, reaching the bones, and even the bones were engraved into Lao Shen, Lao Shen.

"The river is full of blood-bacterial steel. This is an excellent material for casting weapons." Blood Prison stood on a big rock by the river, watching the strong man who struggled to climb back from the river and then lying on the ground to breathe.

Several little monsters who had not yet completely turned into human form, either their heads, limbs, bodies and tails. In short, they had some original animal characteristics on their bodies walked over slowly, moved the ore in the hands of the strong man, and then threw a piece of black bacon with some salt particles in front of him.

"Eat it quickly, go into the water quickly...and think this is your general's mansion? Hey, today, there is still a 2,000 kilograms left, hurry up." A little demon with a leopard head and a leopard tail behind him kicked the strong man's head proudly.

"Weapons made of blood-blocked steel can corrode wounds and cause uninterrupted bleeding effects. Unless they are in the divine realm, their divine body is different from ordinary people, and they can quickly discharge the corrosive power of wounds. Others, even physical cultivation at the peak of the fetal treacherous realm, will be in danger of death due to continuous blood loss."

Blood Prison hugged her hands in front of her chest and said with a smile: "Girl, the natural evil winds and evil spirits in Blood Prison Mountain are soaring into the sky, and there is no other specialty. Just relying on this blood steel, I can exchange for food, clothing, food and medicine."

He nodded happily, and Xue Zhuo smiled and said, "But, you have helped my sister so much these days. Capturing so many soldiers of the Sui Dynasty alive, and selling them alone is a lot of money. Tsk, in the past two years, life can be more abundant."

The Western demon kingdom has a social structure similar to the primitive beast tribes. Each race relies on instinct to exercise. Small races depend on large races and large races depend on giant races. Through fighting and fighting, they encircle their respective territory.

The economic model here basically has no basic model, no fixed equivalents, no fixed production relations, and is still in an extremely primitive barter stage.

Blood Prison did make a good deal this time.

Pei Feng, with the big monsters and little monsters from Blood Prison Mountain, cooperated with the surrounding giant monster lords, to capture countless soldiers of Sui Chao who had been cut off from their backs alive.

Nowadays, several giant demon lords in the northwest of the Western Demon Kingdom are opening up territories towards the periphery and conquering a large territory, and are lacking slaves to be hard labor. These Sui Chao soldiers, who are successful in cultivation, well-trained, strong and powerful, and able to withstand the torture of hard labor, have become the best candidates.

So the Blood Prison took the opportunity to take action, and from the hands of those giant demon lords, they exchanged for the piles of Yuan crystals, countless medicinal materials and food, countless swords, guns, swords, and halberds and other weapons, and they really made a fortune.

With these things, the regular regular army of Xuezhu Mountain can quickly expand more than ten times from the current 130,000 to more than ten times.

You can't be happy if you are unhappy with Blood Prison.

Pei Feng stood beside the Blood Prison, watching the light flashing on the metal stakes, and watching the former Suichao soldiers struggle out of the river with breathlessness. As soon as they came out of the water, they lay on the shore to breathe, handing over pieces of blood-branded steel ore, in exchange for pieces of bacon, large or small, all based on the mood of the little demon.

"Sister has a grudge with Sui Chao?" Pei Feng looked at the soldiers of Sui Chao and couldn't help asking about the Blood Prison.

Those identity signs that identify these slaves can be protected well with demon talismans. Pei Feng did not believe that the Blood Prison would not be able to protect these soldiers in the blood.

This is clearly because we have to deliberately use the river to abuse these unlucky Suichao officers and soldiers.

"Of course, there is one." Blood Prison was silent for a while, and looked up at the bloody clouds floating by in the sky.

"It is difficult to survive in the Western demon country, and all races basically rely on instinct to act." Blood Prison said calmly: "My body is a bloody peacock, and it is a congenital monster generated by heaven and earth. However, it seems that I am innately deficient, but in fact I am a bad guy. After hatching, my body is extremely weak and has no ability to survive at all."

"My adoptive mother is an old dove that has not even been completely transformed."

"I didn't know where she picked up an egg or something, and inexplicably spent a lot of effort to hatch me. When I had no combat power, she didn't know how many snakes, insects, rats and ants she desperately defeated and protected me."

Blood Sui lowered his head, waved his right hand, and a blood-colored whip shadow flew out from her fingertips, thrusting heavily on a general's body.

The whip was extremely heavy and almost split the general's body.

Blood Prison said coldly: "When I grow up a little, my bloodline power is slightly activated, and I have a certain amount of self-protection power, my adoptive mother will disappear..."

"Later, I found out that Feng Rong, the eldest prince of Suichao, liked delicious food. To celebrate the birth of his eldest grandson, he held a big banquet, including a cup of soup, which was made of a ten thousand-year-old turtle dove."

"My adoptive mother was captured alive by the great demon and sold to Feng Rong."
Chapter completed!