On the dim earth, the cold wind gusted, and Su Qingwei walked quickly in this area.

She hurried to the nearest altar, trying to destroy it.

Although Sashan had reminded her that there must be a master guarding that place, she couldn't retreat. Although her strength is weak, she also wants to do her best to contribute to the spirit world.

It's a canyon with a large array on the periphery. Su Qingwei has been here for a few days, and she has never been able to find a chance to go in.

But she was not in a hurry, and quietly waited for the opportunity. According to Sashan, there must be people inside who will be in and out of here, and she should be able to blend in.

Two days later, a group of demonic cultivators entered this realm. The killing aura on each of them was very heavy, their expressions were cold, and they slowly marched through the big array.

Su Qingwei noticed that when they entered, a wisp of demonic energy automatically overflowed from their bodies, and it was that wisp of demonic qi that made the formation automatically open and allow them to enter.

A thought flashed through her mind and she entered the space again.

"Unleash some of the demonic energy on your body!" Su Qingwei asked Sashan like this.

Sashan pursed his lips, and quickly overflowed with a cloud of demonic energy.

Su Qingwei first refined this demonic qi, and then let the demonic qi spread evenly over herself, and then went out of the space.

She used the occult method to turn her eyes into a trace of blood red, and then slowly approached the large array, the whole process she seemed calm, but in fact she was very nervous.

Fortunately, her final idea came true, and she was not rejected by the formation, and successfully blended into the big formation.

Inside were tents similar to military camps, and occasionally a demon cultivator walked back and forth, and she turned herself into the appearance of a mountain, swaggering here.

As she walked, she casually surveyed her surroundings and noticed that there was a blood-colored altar in the center. This altar was so tall that it was more than ten times taller than the one she had seen before.

Moreover, there are some strangely shaped brute beasts depicted on it, which are lifelike.

Su Qingwei suppressed the look of surprise in her heart and wanted to look for an opportunity to start.

"Hey, you, come here and help!" At this time, someone saw her and instructed her to move her things.

Su Qingwei walked over meekly, but the closer she got closer, the more she wanted to vomit, it turned out that she was asked to carry large jars, which were full of scarlet blood.

"Be careful, move this jar to the side of the altar!" The man instructed her.

She carried the jars with a large group of people and placed them on the edge of the altar, where someone automatically took over and poured the blood into the pool of blood next to it.

The blood in the blood pool was dispersed layer by layer on the altar through the blessing of the formation, and she was shocked to find that with the inflow of blood, the carvings on the altar became more lifelike.

What kind of blood is this? She wondered.

But she soon learned the answer, and while resting at night, she noticed a muffled grunt of pain coming from inside a tent.

She cautiously sneaked inside, discovering that hundreds of Terran monks were being held inside. They were all covered with scars, their faces were pale, their expressions were hollow, and there were chains next to them, and the blood in their bodies was pumped and poured into jars by the chains.

And beside them, there were already dozens of lifeless monks, all of whom had died of sucking their blood.

At this moment, Su Qingwei clenched her fists, and her chest burned with sky-high anger.

It turned out that the blood on the blood-colored altar was all extracted from these people's cultivators.