Chapter 460: The Sacred Pool

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Being caught by the Blood Refining Sect in Pingbei City and directly imprisoned, and still imprisoned in such a place, completely exceeded Qin Hao's expectations, leaving him at a loss.

Originally, outside Pingbei City, when he was being pursued by four Martial Emperors and two Martial Kings, Qin Hao still had a glimmer of hope of escaping. It's just that there is not much hope, so Qin Hao chose to let Xu Bo hide first and find an opportunity to escape later.

It's just that he didn't expect that the Blood Refining Sect was such an evil sect, killing people and killing people, and the blood gathered into a lake for the disciples of the Blood Refining Sect to cultivate.

And if he is caught in the belly of this mountain, he will obviously be killed and used as fertilizer for the cultivation of the disciples of the Blood Refining Sect.

In such a heavily guarded place, it was difficult for Qin Hao to find a chance to get out at all. Moreover, the strength of the Blood Refining Sect was unexpected, and the Martial Emperor could be seen almost everywhere, so that Qin Hao's hope of escaping could be said to be infinitely close to zero!

Qin Hao's brows furrowed, thinking hard about a good plan.

"Bang Bang ......"

When Qin Hao was thinking about countermeasures, there was a dense sound of footsteps at the entrance of the mountainside.

The captives beside him, their expressions numb, were unusual.

Qin Hao was hidden in the crowd and looked cautiously at the entrance of the mountainside.

I saw dozens of figures entering the entrance, a small part of them were martial kings, and most of them were martial artists, all of them were filled with bloody aura, which was extremely vicious.

"It's time!"

Dozens of Blood Refining Sect cultivators who entered the belly of the mountain, after entering the belly of the mountain, stared at the blood lake in the belly of the mountain with their eyes shining, and many of them even greedily breathed in the rich blood qi that filled the belly of the mountain.

Obviously, for these cultivators of the Blood Refining Sect, the Blood Evil Qi was not regarded as a tiger like ordinary cultivators, but rather as a panacea.

With the loud reminder of the monk who entered the belly of the mountain, the monk who was originally immersed in cultivation suddenly woke up one by one, looking at the blood lake, his eyes full of reluctance.

"Whoa!"

Some of the people who were cultivating in the Blood Lake also rose into the air and left the Blood Lake.

For these cultivators of the Blood Refining Sect, because of the particularity of the exercises, this Blood Lake is equivalent to a fairyland, and cultivating here for an hour is simply worth the results of a few months of cultivation outside.

It is precisely because of this that the opportunity to cultivate in this blood lake is very rare, and it is impossible to occupy it all the time, but it will rotate every day.

"Okay, you guys hurry up, it's time for us to cultivate!"

The dozens of monks who had just come in looked at the Blood Lake with excitement and anticipation. A Martial King was even more impatient and shouted unceremoniously to some cultivators who were still cultivating.

"Hmph, what's the hurry?"

A martial king slowly got up from the lake of blood, and blood was still dripping from his body. He glanced at the Martial King who was urging him with dissatisfaction, and snorted coldly.

However, although he was very reluctant, this martial king did not lie in the blood lake and refused to leave.

The opportunity to cultivate in the Blood Lake was very precious, and when the Blood Lake was just formed, the entire Blood Refining Sect wanted to cultivate here, and even a fierce conflict broke out.

However, after the Blood Refining Sect Sect Master personally came forward to suppress it, he set up a rule and rotated into the mountain's belly to cultivate, and from then on, no one in the Blood Refining Sect dared to violate the rules of the sect master, so he could only honestly abide by it.

When the time came, dozens of monks left the belly of the mountain.

"Poof!"

As soon as these dozens of monks left, those monks who had just come in couldn't wait to start cultivating. There are powerful ones, and they even jump directly into the blood water, and the whole person is soaked in it.

As these people began to cultivate, the blood lake began to roll again, the blood vapor was steaming, and the strong smell of blood permeated the mountain's belly, and even the prisoners crowded in a pile on the side were affected, and many people's eyes became blood-red.

It's just that these captives are either mortals, or they are sealed with spiritual power in their bodies, plus most of them are exhausted and lost their souls, so even if they are affected and their minds change greatly, there will be no riots.

Qin Hao was in the crowd, staring at those cultivators.

He had been locked up in the belly of the mountain for several hours. At this time, he could see that after a few hours, the blood in the blood lake seemed to have dropped slightly!

"This blood water seems to have dropped too quickly under the cultivation of the Blood Refining Sect cultivators, right?"

Qin Hao was slightly stunned.

This blood lake is not small, when he first came in, the blood water almost overflowed, but at this time, it has decreased a lot, and with the cultivation of these monks, it is still decreasing.

When Qin Hao was surprised, another group of people from the belly of the mountain came.

"Martial Emperor!"

This time, there were quite a few people who came in, hundreds of people. Qin Hao glanced at it, and quickly withdrew his gaze, blending in the crowd, not daring to look more.

Because in the crowd that came in, the three leading people were actually three Martial Emperors!

After this group of people entered the belly of the mountain, except for the three Martial Emperors, the rest went straight to the altar opposite, but they went to replace the monks who built the altar opposite.

"Pop ......"

The three Martial Emperors didn't care about the exchange of monks who built the altar, and their footsteps moved, and they actually walked straight to the open space where Qin Hao and the others were holding prisoners.

The footsteps were soft and inaudible. But Qin Hao immediately felt that the atmosphere had changed a little, the expressions around him were numb, and the bodies of the people with dull expressions trembled slightly, and there was a trace of brilliance in his eyes, but they were full of fear!

Qin Hao felt the changes in the people around him, and his heart was also tight.

These captives seemed to be very familiar with the three Martial Emperors, and they trembled just by hearing the footsteps, which was not good news for Qin Hao.

Obviously, it is impossible for these three Martial Emperors to come to do anything good, otherwise, they would not have left such a deep shadow on these people and lingered.

Soon, the three Martial Emperors stood in front of the thousands of captives and stopped.

The moment the footsteps of the three Martial Emperors stopped, Qin Hao immediately felt that the people around him were even more frightened!

"Capture 5,000 people and kill them to replenish the blood consumed in the 'holy pool'. ”

Among the three Martial Emperors, the first Martial Emperor is the strongest, and the bloody aura on his body is also the thinnest. He looked at the large group of trembling captives with an expressionless face, and said indifferently.

"Oops!"

Qin Hao, who was still wondering what many captives were afraid of these three martial emperors, suddenly changed his face when he heard this, and he shouted in his heart that something was wrong.

The total number of captives held in the belly of this mountain is only about seven or eight thousand. At this time, this Martial Emperor ordered to kill five thousand people to replenish the Blood Lake, which was what they called the Holy Pool, which was really a big deal for Qin Hao.

Seven or eight thousand people means that only about a thousand people can be left, Qin Hao really doesn't believe that with his unlucky luck today, he will be among the more than a thousand survivors.