Pulled behind by John Lu, Ye Feng looked around, and he found that although this place looked ordinary, their buildings were well organized, and their neat appearance made Ye Feng daunting, as if he couldn't raise the slightest pleasure here.

"Are you interested in herbs? I'll take you to see the herbs that my father planted, they are all very powerful, and I won't tell you that they are all watered with blood every day, and cultivated with clay from meat scraps and bone foam, and their nutrition is much easier than the spiritual power we need. As he was leaving, Lu Yuehan whispered to Ye Feng, and his words still carried a bit of showing off.

This sentence fell into Ye Feng's ears and made his heart tremble, and he vaguely saw that after the city lord of Lucheng killed the living people, he squeezed out his blood, chopped his flesh and bones into pulp, and finally came to cultivate the herbs in their mouths.

The two of them came to a courtyard separated by a fence for a long time, and outside the fence wall could see herbs growing taller than a human being, but the smell of blood was even stronger, as if it could be condensed.

"This is the place you said you want to grow grass? I didn't expect the bloody atmosphere here to be so strong, but I have to ask who you flesh and blood are used? Smelling the uncomfortable smell here, Ye Feng frowned slightly, and said to John Lu.

When John Lu heard Ye Feng's words, he didn't rush to answer, but stretched out his hand and gently pushed the fence door open, and walked into it in one step, until Ye Feng stopped in front of a flower, and then replied to Ye Feng: "These are all collecting the flesh and blood of those monks who died in battle, how can we use those living people?" As for this flower, the exception is made. ”

Looking at the flower that John Lu was referring to, Ye Feng saw that this flower was planted by an independent pot, and the flowers had not yet bloomed, but the leaves on it were all red, and even the bones of the flower were also red, and the density of the sharp thorns on the flower path was even more creepy.

"What is this flower? Why do you say that he is exceptional, and what is it cultivated from? Looking at this flower, Ye Feng continued to ask Lu Yuehan.

John Lu retracted his gaze and looked at Ye Feng, with a look of remembrance in his eyes, "I don't know what the name of this flower is, I only know that this flower has been cultivated by my father when I was young, and his nourishment is the flesh of the heart of a male monk, and what is watered every day is the blood of the Extreme Seal in this world." ”

"Extreme Yin Blood?"

Hearing the simple question, John Lu chuckled, and said with a lustful meaning in his eyes: "The blood of the extreme yin is the blood of the extreme yin when the woman is in the body of the ** son, and the small amount of blood they leave behind is the blood of the extreme yin, but to be honest, this extreme yin blood is really not easy to obtain, and it can exhaust me to death every day." ”

This explanation was concise and clear, but this made Ye Feng feel even more afraid, he didn't expect that Lu Yuehan in front of him was actually a monk who did not care about the life and death of others, and for these ** things in his opinion, it was actually upright, from this moment on, Ye Feng had the urge to kill all the monks here.

But this impulse still couldn't break through Ye Feng's reason, he knew that if he did it at this moment, he would definitely die here, and even he might become the nourishment for cultivating these medicinal herbs.

"Let's go around somewhere else!"

Seeing Ye Feng's brows furrowing deeper and deeper, Lu Yuehan shook his head lightly and walked out of this courtyard with him, but after they walked out, Lu Yuehan turned his back to Ye Feng and said: "If you can't adapt to the cruelty of the immortal cultivation world, you will always be a weakling, and when I was young, I had the same thoughts as you now, so I know what you are thinking...... Let's go, I'll take you somewhere where you might be more uncomfortable. ”

Ye Feng looked at John Lu's back, he finally understood at this moment why his magic weapon was a blood sword, and it was also an extremely powerful flying sword, that was because this sword was also a sword that grew under blood, just like John Lu.

Lu Yuehan quietly led the way in front, while Ye Feng behind him followed closely, but his thoughts were not again, but he was thinking about other things.

"If I hadn't met Lu Yuehan by chance, I might have been forced into battle by them at this moment.

It may not be a rational thing to come to this city this time, and it is written on the mission to kill a traitor who betrayed the Ling Feng Sect, but now it seems that all the monks here should be corrected.

It's really ridiculous, the mortals in the outer city always envy the monks in the inner city, envy these monks for being immortal, but if someone really sees the scene in the inner city, maybe they will never choose the path of cultivating immortals in their lives......"

Lu Yuehan finally took Ye Feng to an inconspicuous firewood room and stopped, and Ye Feng could feel that behind this door there must be another hell, and it looked like a secret house, which was not a house that no one could enter if they wanted to.

"Are we really going to go in? You see that this place is built so ordinary, I guess you can bring me here to show me some terrible time, so in my opinion, don't ......"

"You have to go in, I promise that this place will be a paradise compared to other places, you will definitely forget all your troubles after entering, as long as it is something here, as long as you like it, I can send it to you." Before Ye Feng's words could be finished, he was interrupted by John Lu, and then John Lu stretched out his hand to open the door and stepped inside.

With a wry smile, Ye Feng had no choice but to follow John Lu into this room.

Just entered, this house was blank, only an iron door was quietly erected in front of the two of them, and in the whole house Ye Feng could not smell the slightest bit of blood, but an inexplicable fragrance, but what the specific fragrance Ye Feng couldn't say.

Lu Yuehan took a deep breath and muttered softly, "It's so fragrant, I haven't been here for a long time." With that, he walked behind the iron gate.

Ye Feng didn't speak, but quietly followed the climate, because he also wanted to see what existed here, but for some reason he had an inexplicable sense of rejection, as if there was something here that disgusted him.

After a long passage, Ye Feng saw the scene inside, but just a glance made Ye Feng stay in place and unable to say a word, and in his heart, anger grew.

Because what he saw was that the women in poor clothes were chained to iron pillars, and the gaze in the eyes of these women was gloomy, as if there was no life, and it could be seen what had happened to them.

And at this moment, Ye Feng felt that a gaze was watching him, so he relied on his senses to look at the place where the gaze was staring at him.

I saw that in the deepest part of the city, a woman was being pressed into a bucket by a group of women at the moment, forcibly bathing her, as for that gaze was from this woman, Ye Feng could see the pleading and despair in this woman's eyes.

But the moment Ye Feng saw this woman again, the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed, because this woman was a mortal woman who loved to laugh and make things strange when she brought her to this city before.

More because she is her benefactor.