The morning sun is slanting on the green leaves, and the dew can be seen hanging high. A slight breeze blew through, blowing away the morning humidity and opening the curtain of the day.

In the dense forest, a figure can be faintly seen. He wore a straw hat on his head, coarse cloth clothes, a basket on his back, and a sickle in his hand. The breeze ruffled his tousled hair, revealing a slightly handsome face.

His movements were extremely fluid, and in the middle of a knife in his hand, a herb fell into his basket. Of course, his eyesight is also extremely good, even the herbs hidden in the shadows under the trees, he can be keenly aware of them. But helplessly, the only medicinal fields and herbs in this tribe are limited, and the young man's efforts can only pick up no more than seven.

This medicinal field is very small, the number of herbs produced is not large, and the quality is also very low. However, these low-grade medicinal herbs are also an economic source in the village, and the food exchanged for these herbs over the years has fed a large number of people.

And because this place is backed by a cliff and belongs to a relatively remote area, this small tribe can occupy this small medicine field for so long without being discovered by other tribes. Otherwise, it will inevitably lead to a bloody killing······

In the wilderness, any little resource is a reason to kill. Human life is cheap.

The young man in coarse cloth was named Bai Feng. With his emaciated body, he could neither farm or even hunt like a grown man, nor be as dexterous as a woman. But he lived alone and tenaciously for ten years.

When he was six years old, his only relative, his father, died of an illness, leaving behind only a few bowls of bran rice and not even any belongings. Bai Feng watched his father's body being eaten by vultures, but he didn't cry, he chose to survive.

Maybe it's the desire to survive, maybe it's the endless road. It's ten years in a flash, and Bai Feng has lived alone for ten years without any childhood or love.

He is cold, he barely speaks to people. Of course, there is very little communication in the wilderness, and everyone is busy for life. He was self-reliant, he never relied on anyone, and he never asked anyone to even learn some skills. He hated the days of starvation, and he hated that he couldn't control his own destiny.

Bai Feng sat on the ground and looked at the sky quietly, looking at the migratory birds flying in the blue sky, and sighed: "Why is fate so unfair, you can soar in the sky, but I can only be trapped in this corner?"

Bai Feng closed his eyes a little tiredly, turned his head to look at the basket, and shook his head helplessly. The medicinal herbs harvested this time can only be exchanged for a handful of bran rice, but if you continue to harvest it, the efficiency will be reduced a lot, and if you are unlucky, you may not be able to encounter any medicinal herbs.

Therefore, Bai Feng decided to leave the medicine field. There is still some work to be done in the afternoon, so take a break from the time.

Unconsciously, Bai Feng followed the road he came from and walked to the edge of the cliff of the medicine field.

The cliff was so smoky all year round that not even a single bird flew or hovered in it. How high is the cliff? Bai Feng didn't think about it, but the people in the village, who knows? What exists under the cliff, no one has explored, Bai Feng occasionally comes here to throw a stone, but never hears any echo.

Bai Feng rested here many times, but the smoke in front of him obscured his vision, and the temperature here was much lower than in the medicine fields, so Bai Feng left quickly every time.

Today, Bai Feng was also looking at the scenery here as usual, he grabbed a small stone at random and threw it under the cliff. Knowing that there would be no echo, Bai Feng still listened with bated breath seriously, refusing to let go of a sound.

But today, as usual, there is still no echo from dozens of breaths. In the midst of the smoke, Bai Feng gradually felt the cold here, so he prepared to leave.

Suddenly, a flash of red appeared in his eyes. Bai Feng rubbed his eyes, believing that he was not dazzled. However, he had never seen anything on the edge of the cliff before.

"Could it be, elixir!" Bai Feng was a little excited, he carefully lay on the edge of the cliff, looking at the bottom of the cliff.

A gust of wind blew, and the thick smoke was blown away, and that touch of red resurfaced in Bai Feng's eyes. For some reason, just such a trace of blood red actually attracted Bai Feng's attention deeply, and he couldn't extricate himself.

For some reason, Bai Feng's heart trembled a little, as if the blood-red thing in the cliff could change his life. His eyes began to blur, his mind began to become groggy, as if there was something very attractive in front of him, and he slowly crawled forward, his hands stretched out under the cliff, as if trying to grasp something.

Finally, Bai Feng fell from the cliff.

Of course, this is not the end, this is just the beginning......

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In the middle of the mist-shrouded cliff, a giant flower two people tall grew obliquely from the crack in the stone. The flower has a cyan stem, a smooth cane stem, and no green leaves. Above the stem is a thick flower hugged by three people, the flower is blood-red throughout, and its veins are more and more almost black dark red, like human blood vessels intertwined and complex.

The white maple that fell from the cliff was caught by the flowers of this giant flower, and wrapped the white maple tightly with its long and thick petals. This is the way the blood-colored flower absorbs nutrients, it tightly wraps the prey, pierces the prey's body through the straw-like object in the flower, digests and absorbs it little by little.

This flower is called the Blood Spirit Flower, and it is an extremely blood-loving existence among plants, and it is known as the 'Dream Killer'. As long as they enter the range of the Blood Spirit Flower hunting, they will be confused by the Blood Spirit Flower, and thus be aroused by the deepest desires in their hearts and fall into their trap. This flower is extremely rare, and those who can know its characteristics and effects are all ordinary people.

If you can eat the blood juice of the Blood Spirit Flower, you will be immune to illusions, and you will be able to stay awake at all times, and have the ability to see through the void.

The canes that can eat the blood spirit flower will be able to have the ability to regenerate from severed limbs and the terrifying recovery ability, and live and die in flesh and bones.

If you can eat the Blood Spirit Flower Seed, you can obtain an ability similar to the Blood Spirit Flower, that is, absorb the spirit of all things in the world.

If you can plant the Blood Spirit Flower seed in your own body, nourish it with flesh and blood, and turn it into your own natal magic weapon, then you can have all the abilities of the Blood Spirit Flower, and even have a technique to fuse yourself with the Blood Spirit Flower, and from then on have the lifespan of the Blood Spirit Flower, as well as the ability of a plant to grow and wither.

The growth conditions of the Blood Spirit Flower are extremely harsh, not only does it need a lot of blood to nourish its sprouts and roots, but it also needs an area full of spiritual energy for its growth. As for its predation, it is just a nature, not that it needs nutrients, but that it needs the taste of blood.

This blood spirit flower has a thousand-year cultivation. And this kind of spiritual creature that conquers the heavens and the earth is intolerable by the heavens and the earth, and every thousand years, there is a great catastrophe. At the time of the Great Tribulation, it was precisely when this Blood Spirit Flower was at its weakest. At this time, it could not absorb aura, could not absorb nutrients, and all its abilities were prepared to resist the catastrophe.

Today, it was precisely the day of the Great Tribulation of the Blood Spirit Flower, and the moment Bai Feng fell into its mouth, the heavens and the earth instantly changed color, and suddenly, the wind was fierce, and the dark clouds rolled like a black dragon, roaring. The sound of thunder accompanied by the torrential rain swept through the world.

Within a radius of ten miles, it was shrouded in a black cloth, especially around this cliff, where dark clouds gathered, like a huge dragon head, roaring towards the Blood Spirit Flower. However, under the power of heaven and earth, the blood spirit flower tightly wrapped itself in thick petals, and seemed to be extremely afraid.

This is not surprising. The Blood Spirit Flower is a plant that has no spiritual wisdom thousands of years ago, and some are only spiritual. It is only after one thunderstorm that one will produce spiritual wisdom and think like a human being. In the future, there will be various ways to resist the thunderstorm. Even, some plants can transform and live in the human world after experiencing many lightning tribulations. Legend has it that there was a fairy grass that went through thousands of calamities and finally soared into an immortal. In short, the first thunderstorm can only be completely resisted by itself, and there is no chance to take advantage of it, which is also an opportunity for plants to turn into butterflies.

The black clouds had gathered like ink, the thunder was becoming more and more violent, and lightning was gathering in the sky, like a black dragon spitting thunder and lightning.

Nearly half an hour later, a purple thunderbolt spat out from the mouth of the black ink dragon's head, and slashed towards the blood spirit flower. The head of the Blood Spirit Flower shook wildly, as if trying to avoid the thunder.

Unfortunately, it couldn't move, and the speed of this thunder was too fast to dodge at all, it was like a sharp sword, straight into the mouth of the blood spirit flower.

Suddenly, the petals of the Blood Spirit Flower were scorched black, leaking out the white maple in it. At this moment, the Blood Spirit Flower was already extremely weak, and it was even likely that it would not be able to withstand the ravages of the thunder in its body, and eventually died. Its jaw was retracted from the white maple's skin, and the hole left on the white maple's skin was also scorched black because of the thunder.

This is a good thing, otherwise so many blood holes, bleeding can slowly kill Bai Feng.

Looking at the blood spirit flower, the purple thunder was destroying in its body, its vine swaying wildly, it seemed to be very painful, its blood-colored petals kept withering under the action of the thunder, the original blood red had gradually turned into a faint white, and even a little burnt black, as if it had lost all its energy.

Finally, the purple thunder swept through the Blood Spirit Flower's body for a few weeks, and then gradually dissipated into the heavens and the earth. At this moment, the Blood Spirit Flower is dying, basically all the petals are withered and scattered, and its big flower has become a platform, bald and a little pitiful, and there is not even a little life left.

Bai Feng was originally confused by the illusion of the Blood Spirit Flower, but now the Blood Spirit Flower has no way to maintain any illusion, nor does it have any aggressiveness, just like fish on the chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered. Bai Feng gradually came to his senses.