Chapter 107 Blood Mist

Er Gouzi led a team of 2,000 people and swept through all the way. It was effortless and there was almost no decent resistance.

Often, they would see a group of white geese flying in the sky from a distance, and they would already land.

In a short period of time, most of the rebels in Anchang County had been subdued by him.

However, none of the small leaders who had some cultivation among the rebels were caught.

Often, they escaped before Er Gouzi arrived, and those who were left were ordinary people, which was a little regretful.

As for the strongholds of the cult in various places, they disappeared overnight and all disappeared.

It was as if the cult had never appeared.

This made Er Gouzi very distressed. He could only look for traces of the cult everywhere, but found nothing...

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When the whole world was in chaos, only Dingjiazhuang was still as peaceful and calm as before.

The villagers here lived and worked in peace and contentment, with ruddy faces and full spirits. Everyone praised the owner of Dingzhuang as a benevolent and kind man.

There is a small island in the middle of the large reservoir built on the top of the mountain in Dingjiazhuang.

There is a water spirit vein here, which is rich in spiritual energy. The island is planted with the famous crescent spirit rice.

A large number of iron thorns are planted as fences around the periphery of this spiritual field to block curious outsiders or thieves.

But no one knows that there is a secret passage in the center of this spiritual field, covered with straw.

Go under the straw stack and walk through a cave, and there is a different world underneath.

The cultists that Er Gouzi has been looking for, as well as the small leaders who escaped from the rebels, are all gathered here.

It is a rare opportunity. The cultists and rebel leaders from all over the country gather together, happy and harmonious, like a family.

Everyone regrets meeting each other too late, drinking, talking about the past and the present, and telling some of their heroic stories.

In fact, most of them are mud legs, not much knowledge, and can't even recognize a basket of big characters.

After all the talk, the only thing he could say was that he had killed a few people and slept with a few women, nothing new.

He had just rebelled for a few days, called himself a king or a general for a few days, and served as a prince or a general for a few days.

He felt that he was different from the past and had to speak in a pretentious tone.

At this moment, a man with a pig kidney face came in and greeted everyone.

"King Zhao!"

"King Zhao!"

The heroes who had been bragging just now stood up and greeted each other.

This pig kidney-faced King Zhao was the one who had been robbing on the official road all those years ago.

Because he was directly involved in the battle to ambush and kill the county lieutenant, he had always had a very high status among all the forces that rebelled and claimed to be kings.

"You have been waiting for a long time, please follow me."

The leaders of the rebellion got up quickly and followed King Zhao into the cave.

Several people walked forward along the cave, the terrain became lower and lower, and they could feel a chill.

"We are probably at the bottom of the reservoir."

"Of course, the water spirit vein is under the reservoir."

"I heard that practicing on the spirit vein will achieve twice the result with half the effort."

These people were faintly excited.

"Okay, we are here."

King Zhao opened a heavy copper door, stood by the door, and let everyone in.

"King Zhao, don't you want to go in together?"

"Yes, such a rare opportunity, why don't you go in together?"

King Zhao could only sigh, shook his head and looked regretful.

"I was unlucky, I didn't draw the lottery."

"I can only wish you all great success in your magic skills as soon as possible."

King Zhao stood by the door, and only after everyone went in did he slam the copper door shut.

But after this group of people walked in through the copper door, they found that it was a completely enclosed stone room with a large pool in the middle.

The ground was also covered with dense patterns.

"What is this place?"

"There are still a lot of bloodstains in the pool."

"It's really exquisite to carve so many patterns on the ground."

"These patterns seem to be runes or formations."

Among this large group of princes and generals, there was finally one who could read and barely recognized the runes.

At this moment, the runes on the ground slowly lit up.

"Huh? It's lit up!"

"It's really a formation!"

"General Song is still knowledgeable."

A group of princes and generals looked at the formation runes on the ground as if they were watching something strange.

At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew from the top of the stone chamber, and the cold wind made people tremble all over.

"Hey, why am I bleeding from my nose?"

"I'm bleeding too..."

"Ah..."

At this time, everyone in the stone chamber had blood coming out of their eyes, ears, mouths and noses.

Moreover, they discovered something that made them even more terrified.

The group of people who came here all practiced the Blood Evil Art, and they all had a certain level of cultivation, ranging from the first level of Qi training to the fourth and fifth levels of Qi training.

But now, they couldn't mobilize any of their cultivation.

It was as if they had become ordinary people without any martial power.

The bleeding from the mouth and nose became more and more, and gradually, some broken internal organs also flowed out with blood...

A few hours later, the large group of kings, princes, generals and ministers who were still talking loudly just now.

Now all turned into a pool of blood, gathering in the pool in the center of the stone room, and it was no longer possible to tell who was who.

Gradually, bubbles began to swell in the pool of blood, and bubbles swelled one by one, as if the blood pool was boiling.

"Gulp gulp..."

Countless blood vapors evaporated and turned into blood-red smoke, floating upwards.

All these blood mists flowed into a hole, and along this slender hole, they all flowed into another stone chamber.

The stone chamber was filled with blood mist, and a man was vaguely sitting in the center of the blood mist, slowly absorbing the blood mist.

Looking at the man's expression and appearance, it turned out to be the owner of the Ding family who had always been respected by Er Gouzi.

The owner of the Ding family had red eyes at this moment, and his skin was glowing red.

As the blood mist entered his body, his aura fluctuated violently, sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

All the rebel leaders of the rebellion in Anchang County had been recruited by him and turned into blood mist and absorbed into his body.

This was already the last batch.

He had to use this huge blood evil force to impact the foundation-building realm.

As early as the beginning of the rebellion, he spread the Blood Evil Secret Art everywhere and provided Blood Soul Pills to help everyone practice.

These rebellious bandits really regarded the art as a treasure, and they would practice hard without his urging.

It was like sowing a large field of seeds, and now it was finally time to harvest.

At this moment, the body of Master Ding shook violently, and the aura of his whole body suddenly surged.

Finally at this moment, he successfully broke through from the tenth level of Qi training to the foundation building stage.

After the breakthrough, the remaining blood mist in the stone chamber poured into his body like a tide.

All the blood mist was absorbed by him, and his cultivation was stabilized in the foundation building stage.

After a few days of meditation, Master Ding slowly stood up.

He clenched his fist and felt the surging power in his body.

But he was not satisfied with this.

Let King Zhao continue to lure those evil believers into the stone chamber and turn them into blood mist for him to practice.

After so many years of painstaking cultivation, it is finally time to harvest.

The face of the owner Ding showed a simple smile like an old farmer.

The cult forces in the entire Anchang County, as well as so many rebel leaders, were all the crops he sowed and cultivated with painstaking efforts.

After so many years of hard work, he finally felt the joy of a good harvest at this moment.

Thank the gift of heaven and earth!

King Zhao lured the cultists into the stone chamber in batches.

But these cultists, compared to those mud legs, are more knowledgeable after all.

After luring and killing a few batches, others have already discovered the clues and want to escape or resist.

But the blood evil tactics they practiced were all modified in advance and were completely suppressed by the skills of the owner Ding.

He captured and killed them all and threw them into the stone chamber to refine them into blood mist.

As time passed, there were fewer and fewer people in this underground space, and the strength of the owner Ding became stronger and stronger.