The middle-aged monk smiled and said, "This person was accidentally captured by our brothers on the way and was specially brought to Beiyaxing."

"What the guest meant is to sell him to our arena?" Zhang Manager Zhang frowned slightly, and a little gloomy flashed in his eyes.

Seeing this, the middle-aged monk waved his hand, "Let the shopkeeper Zhang see his strength."

The monkey with a pointed mouth nodded, "Don't look at his sick look, but this person's body is extremely powerful."

As he spoke, he suddenly kicked out, and his divine realm cultivation was not reserved, and even a small hill would be kicked to pieces.

But just as the kick was about to hit, a big iron-cast hand pinched his calves. The black robe figure slowly raised his head, and his dark eyes were cold. "I said, there is another time, I will make you pay the price." His palms tightened, and a crisp "click" sound, and the sharp-mouthed monkey's calves suddenly showed a strange angle, and the bones had been pinched.

He threw it away and threw him far apart.

"Ah! My legs! You pinched my legs!" The monkey pointed-mouthed monkey cheeks screamed, "Boss, kill him, kill him!"

The middle-aged monk's eyes flashed. When the monk woke up, he had no power to resist at all. In just a few days, he actually had such strength.

Could this person be a strong man?

As soon as he thought about this, his heart was slightly cold and a murderous intent suddenly arose.

But before he could speak, the slightly fat monk clapped his hands, "No, indeed, I am very satisfied with this person's strength, the Ten-Strait Divine Crystal."

"This..." The middle-aged monk showed hesitation.

The slightly fat monk's face was slightly deeper, but his tone was still plain, "Why, if the guest feels low, then add the five-sided divine crystal."

This statement has shown that he is determined to win this monk.

The middle-aged monk's face froze, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

Thinking of the livelihood in the arena, even if this person was bought, he would probably not be able to escape the fate of death, so he calmed down.

The slightly fat monk smiled with satisfaction, "All goods are 50 square divine crystals in total, and the customers will take them away directly or exchange them for equivalent treasure crystals."

"Just Divine Crystal."

"Okay. This is the Fifty-Terminal Divine Crystal Exchange Roll. You can withdraw it at any exchange point at my Beiya Star, so the guests can collect it."

The middle-aged monk took it and checked it carefully. There was nothing wrong with it. A smile suddenly appeared on his face, "Yes, it's really pleasant to work with you on the battlefield."

"If the guest still has qualified goods, please come and find it. My North Cliff Stadium will definitely give the highest price." The slightly fat monk bowed his hand slightly, "If there is nothing else, I will say goodbye."

"Manager Zhang walked slowly."

The slightly fat monk took out a high-level empty stone, glanced at it lightly, and said, "No matter who you were before, from now on, you will be slaves to my Beiya Doutian. I think most of you should know what this place is, so it is best not to do something regrettable. Now, go to the empty stone."

Although he spoke to everyone, his eyes remained on the black robe figure.

More than a dozen female cultivators had pale faces and despair surged in their eyes.

They naturally knew that the reputation of the Beiya Star Arena was in this purgatory, and their thoughts of getting out of touch. Not to mention that the forces behind them could not find them, even if they knew that they were sold here, they would not dare to express anything at all.

They trembled one by one, obediently approached, and were sucked into the empty stone.

Looking at the black robe figure in the last row, the slightly fat monk suddenly spoke, "What's your name?"

"Mo Yu."

"The name is good. I hope you can live longer. Don't let me waste the fifteen-sided divine crystals."

...

The heavy prison, built deep underground, presents a dark metallic color at every inch of the ground, which is obviously specially refined and has extremely strong defensive power. Neatly bronze torches are inlaid on both sides, and I don’t know what kind of oil is burning. The flames are a faint scarlet color and emit a faint fragrance.

A series of bad eyes showed a cold and bloodthirsty aura through the black fence. Surrounded by these beast-like eyes, if the psychological endurance was poor, my legs would be weak.

The monk who led the way suddenly turned around, his cold face without any expression, "I'll give you a piece of advice. It's best not to cause trouble when I'm on duty, otherwise you will definitely regret it."

After saying that, he took out a token and pressed it to the fence, and embedded it perfectly.

Countless runes gushed out from the black fence, flowing rapidly, gradually fading into and out a gap that could be entered and exited by one person.

"Get in."

Mo Yu glanced at the monk in the prison who was full of fear and pushed away from afar. His expression did not change at all, and he stepped directly into it.

Looking at this scene, the monk leading the way flashed slightly in his eyes. He glanced at his back, but said nothing more. He retrieved the token and the fence quickly returned to its original state. The man turned around and strode away.

When he left, the monks in the prison surrounded him one by one. One of the scar-faced monks sneered, but before he could speak, Mo Yu said coldly: "I don't want to cause trouble, so you, it's better to stay away from me." Yu Luo, and he walked straight to a corner.

The monk blocking the road was caught in his cold eyes and his heart was chilling, and he unconsciously retreated out, revealing a passage.

The scar-faced monk's face changed. He was able to become the boss of this cell by his own strength. If he was defeated by this newcomer, what prestige would there be in the future.

"You're looking for death!"

With a low growl, the figure rushed over, and his big hand like a palm fan rushed straight to Mo Yu's head. He made a very cruel move and had the intention to directly take his life.

Mo Yu's face turned cold, but he also had a clear understanding of the situation. Since this person dared to take action like this, he would not have to have too many concerns.

Without looking back, his palm directly grabbed Scarface's wrist and used force to swing him up and smashed him hard on the ground.

There was a low and loud "bang" sound, and the entire ground vibrated. Scar's face made a "crackling" thought in his body, rolling his eyes and fainting.

The sound of footsteps came soon outside the prison, and the three monks in the arena looked gloomy. The person in charge was the monk who sent Mo Yu here just now.

His eyes fell to the shallow depression under Scar's face, his eyes slightly contracted, and then on Mo Yu, he became a little more solemn.

After pausing, he said, "It seems that Manager Zhang has made an extremely cost-effective deal this time, but when I am on duty, I don't want anything like this to happen again."

Mo Yu glanced at him, "As long as no one provoked me, I won't make trouble." Yu Luo, he withdrew his arm and continued to walk towards the corner.

A group of monks retreated in a hurry, and it seemed that there was a deep fear in their eyes.

Scarface can be ruined with just one swipe. This strength is not something they can mess with.

The monk outside the prison took out the token and opened the fence, waved: "Take him out."

Two monks in the arena walked in quickly, raised their scar face, but their faces couldn't help but change slightly. The afterglow swept towards Mo Yu's figure, and there was a little more hiding fear.

With their rich experience, Tentacles knew that half of the bones on Scarface had been shattered, and even if they could save their lives, their body would be ruined.

When the three monks in the arena left with scars, the monks in the prison carefully dispersed, but they intentionally kept a certain distance from the figure in the corner.

Mo Yu felt this clearly, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He calmed down his mind and sensed his physical injuries. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

When he killed the projection of the God Emperor of the Cangsha, he unblocked all the strength in his body, causing extremely severe injuries to his body, and later he only barely suppressed it.

The battle with the original body of the Emperor of the Pangsha God did not cause any inappropriateness, but the phantom of the black cauldron summoned him and the black flames with one finger. The aftermath of the sudden bursting of the wave made him suffer again when his strength was exhausted and he could not resist it.

The two damage superposition made Mo Yu's physical condition even less optimistic. Now he has only barely maintained a balance and dared not use any power at all. Otherwise, once the balance is broken, his physical body is likely to collapse directly.

Of course, it is still possible to use some of the strength of the body carefully. As long as you do not bear heavy blows, there will be no accidents.

It is precisely because of this that Mo Yu barely maintains some self-protection power.

Now, the only way is to be careful to nourish the injuries of the body. When the situation improves slightly, you can mobilize the strength in your body and recover a little bit of strength. There is no need to be as careful as you are now.

If you cooperate with elixirs, it would be nothing to treat your physical injuries. Unfortunately, the storage ring has been taken away by the middle-aged monks. Thinking of this, Mo Yu suddenly felt murderous intent in his heart.

He has many important things, which are stored in the storage ring, and must not be missed.

Fortunately, they have a soul seal, and even if they get the storage ring, they cannot open it at all. When their cultivation level recovers, he will naturally have to retrieve it.

Repairing physical injuries is the top priority now.

Turning this thought, he sensed it, and the Demon King, who was still in a coma, slowly opened his eyes. His eyes swept and fell on a tall monk, "Come here."

The monk was shivered, but he didn't dare to refuse. He walked over with a sad face and said, "Old... Boss, what are your instructions?"

Without caring about his name, Mo Yu spoke directly, "What is this? Tell me everything you know."

The tall monk looked at him carefully and confirmed that he had no intention of attacking him for the time being. He couldn't help but relax and said respectfully: "Sir, this is the Beiya Star, which is the star field on the edge of the land of sin. Where you are now, the largest arena of Beiya Star..."

Perhaps because of his fear, this person told him in great detail. Through his narrative, Mo Yu gradually realized his current situation.

The so-called fighting are just a place where powerful forces control it and make fun through the battle between monks and giant beasts, or monks and monks.

There is no winning or losing here, failure means death, and the winner can receive corresponding rewards and even an enviable life.

But as long as they have not left, most of them will die in the arena.

Mo Yu asked a few words, probably figured out the information he needed, and then thought for a moment and suddenly said, "Where is the place of sin in your mouth?"

The tall monk's body trembled, and his eyes showed fear, "Sir... this matter is a taboo, so why don't you ask more questions?"

Mo Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, "Say."

Covered by his eyes, the tall monk's face became paler and his face was sweating like rain, and he soon could not hold on.

He glanced around carefully and he pressed his voice very low, "Sir, there is a vast star field about tens of thousands of miles away from the Beiya Star. It is rumored that this is the territory of the Xuanhuang clan with a famous reputation..."

Mo Yu's eyes shrank slightly, and he glanced at the tall monk who was in a pause. His voice became particularly low, "Continue to say."

He swallowed a mouthful of foam, perhaps because he had already violated the taboo. This person's tone became calmer at that time. "A long time ago, the Xuanhuang clan was extremely powerful and ruled countless planes, but he offended several other powerful forces. He was jointly wiped out in one day, and all the entire clan members were killed. The star field where they lived was extinguished in one day and fell into eternal darkness. Therefore, he was demoted to a land of sin by the four major sects. Not only was there a powerful starry sky seal, but there were also a patrol monk traversing the star field and constantly chasing any cultivator who attempted to enter the land of sin."

After saying this in one breath, the person felt relieved and fear couldn't help but surge in his heart. He gasped and his body trembled.

Mo Yu's expression was calm, without any abnormality, but endless waves of storms were already stirring up in his heart. He did not expect that Xuanhuang Palace would bring him here. Thinking that Yan once said that some things needed him to see with his own eyes, Mo Yu's heart felt a strong thought.

He must enter the land of sin, because there is a great possibility that there will be clues to the confusion in his heart.

After a long time, Mo Yu breathed gently, suppressed this thought, and glanced coldly around him, "You have heard what happened just now. If it is leaked, you will also be severely punished. So, I hope you will be better forgot these things, do you know?"
To be continued...