The people in the pool of blood, most of them were unbearable at the moment, and the dull humming continued one after another.

Even though Long Wenmu's strength is good, he also persists hard.

What's going on? It's not physical pain, it's ......

"The human face fruit is a kind of spiritual object that is specifically aimed at the human soul. The beasts in the Black Dragon Hall used human face fruit to make medicinal powder to torture people. Yan Ningfeng endured the severe pain, gritted his teeth and cursed.

Long Wenmu suddenly realized, that is, it felt a little familiar.

Not to the body, but to the soul.

He had suffered under Yu Dashuai's barrier before, and it was similar to how he felt when he was burned by the flames of the Dark Turtle.

Long Wenmu tried his best to calm his heart and stick to his mind.

The pain of the soul is often ten times more than the pain of the body, and ordinary people really can't hold on.

The Black Dragon Hall will use this kind of thing, and Long Wenmu doesn't understand the reason.

I remember hearing the eldest grandson Hou say that the key to the demonization technique lies in the strength of the human soul. Only the stronger the soul power, the longer the demonization can last.

In this way, the powder made of human face fruit is used to strengthen the soul of people?

Although I didn't reach the Earth Demon Master, I couldn't feel the soul power, but the soul existed from the beginning to the end.

Relying on the power of the human face fruit to strengthen the souls of nearly a thousand people, so that when demonizing, it can be closer to the ideal level, I am afraid that this is the idea of the Black Dragon Palace now.

Although he understood the Black Dragon Palace's intentions, this feeling was really uncomfortable.

Long Wenmu hadn't tried it before, and he remembered that there was a time when he relied on Yu Dashuai's Turtle Fire to try to strengthen his soul, and he suffered a lot at that time.

Long Wenmu persisted for a while, and simply let go of his mind and let the pool of water continue to wash itself.

It's uncomfortable, but it's not without any benefits.

Just like when he used the fire of the Turtle to strengthen his soul, this method should be said to be similar now. Since the Black Dragon Hall used the powder of this human face fruit, it must have the effect of strengthening the soul.

Anyway, the current situation is already like this, so I simply take advantage of it.

At first, it was difficult to get used to, but after a short period of time, I was gradually able to withstand this kind of washout.

I don't know how long it has been, but I suddenly heard someone shouting: "The blood pool cultivation is over, everyone comes out!"

Long Wenmu opened his eyes slowly, and then found that he was soaking in a clear pool.

Is the cultivation over?

The blood-colored pool water that I soaked in has become no different from a clear spring at some point, and the water is clear and colorless.

In this pool, I can't feel the slightest demonic energy.

Yan Ningfeng stretched his waist: "It's finally over, it's just torturing the dead." ”

"That's the end of it?" Long Wenmu clenched his fists.

I'm afraid it's been more than a day since I entered the pool by myself, and my demonic power has increased a lot.

Cultivating in the blood pool is much faster than normal cultivation.

"This blood pool is a bit special and can help people cultivate. But the demonic power in it is not endless, and we will probably be able to stop for a few days before the water turns back to blood. ”

I see, the clear water of the pond is no longer effective.

Long Wenmu turned over.

Several female disciples of the Hundred Flowers Palace greeted the woman who came out of the small pool, and several women shouted and asked for warmth, and they were extremely worried.

"Everyone, go back. ”

The demon masters returned with them, and soon returned to their respective cells, the doors locked tightly.

Back in the dungeon, Yu Dashuai collapsed on the ground. At first, it was just a pool of blood, and he never tired of cultivating. Later, the medicinal powder of the human face fruit was added, and he was naturally tossed to death.

"Barbarian, when are we going to escape?" asked Yu Dashuai weakly.

The ban on cultivation has also been lifted, so you can escape whenever you want. It's also a waste of time to stay here, and it's better to run away quickly.

"It's not that easy to escape, wait a few days. Long Wenmu was concise and to the point.

"How many days are we going to wait, aren't you afraid that we'll go out lying down then?"

Long Wenmu has seen a coward, but he has never seen him so timid. I really don't want to talk nonsense with him.

Now it is easy for them to escape from the dungeon, but after escaping from the dungeon, it is not so simple to escape from the palace, not to mention that they have to take away a few people from the Hundred Flowers Palace, if possible, Yan Ningfeng's side, Long Wenmu also wants to help.

Until you think of a suitable way, maybe it's safe to stay in this dungeon.

Put aside the distractions in your heart and sit cross-legged.

On the first day, Long Wenmu had been meditating and pranayama.

He can't sense whether the soul has been enhanced or not, and his cultivation has not reached the earth demon master, so he can't sense the soul power at all, but his cultivation has indeed increased a little.

On the second day, after the jailer came to deliver the meal, Long Wenmu used his natal demon technique to sneak out of the cell.

According to Yan Ningfeng, under normal circumstances, the jailer delivers food every two days, and as long as he comes, he basically does not come again.

"You want to go out?" Yu Dashuai asked in a low voice as he lay on the edge of the iron railing.

"I'm going to check around. Long Wenmu said.

Yu Dashuai was worried, there were people from the Black Dragon Hall nearby, and Long Wenmu was afraid that he would have to take a big risk when he went out now.

The most important thing is that after Long Wenmu left, he was the only one left here.

In the cell opposite, Yan Ningfeng leaned against the wall and hummed quietly: "You are really a master of art and bold. ”

If he was replaced, how dare he run around in front of the Black Dragon Palace.

Long Wenmu didn't say much, and after leaving the dungeon, he silently rushed to the end of the corridor.

Along the way, the conditions of the dungeons on both sides come into view. A few of the dimly lit cells were empty, and most of them were locked up. One or two people less, five or six people more together.

Long Wenmu tried not to alarm them as much as possible, and sneaked over quietly.

With his ability, plus the people in the iron prison have been sealed and cultivated. Even when he passed by the prison, it would be difficult for these people to notice him.

Long Wenmu walked in the clouds, his body was like a cloud, moving silently.

When moving somewhere, the footsteps suddenly stopped.

In an iron prison, five women were huddled.

It's the five people from the Hundred Flowers Palace.

Long Wenmu quietly came to the iron fence, and the woman inside suddenly noticed their arrival.

"You ......"

Several women were about to speak, but Long Wenmu hurriedly raised a hand in front of his lips to signal them to be quiet.

Several women looked at each other and lowered their voices: "Why are you here?"

Only one of the women did not recognize him: "Who is this man?"

"Senior Sister Ni, this person is the person we talked about yesterday. A female disciple said to the woman.

The woman they called Senior Sister Ni was the one who was in the small blood pool yesterday, and she hadn't seen Long Wenmu, so she naturally didn't recognize it.

"Why are you outside?" the woman asked, frowning.

How could Long Wenmu appear outside the cage now, if he was also a prisoner, he should be locked in prison.

Long Wenmu understood her doubts, but now was not the time to explain.

"Stay here for a while, maybe in a few days, I can take you out. Don't expose what I've come about. After saying this, without waiting for the other party to think about it, the person had disappeared.

Several women looked at each other, and they could not hide their horror.

Long Wenmu walked through the corridor, and finally came to the end after a while.

In the dim light, at the end of the room was the jailer's guard.

Long Wenmu concealed his breath and came to the door lightly to listen, and there was the sound of jailers talking and laughing inside.

With a little induction, there should be four jailers in the house.

To get out of the dungeon, it's a must to walk through it.

After thinking about it, he picked up a stone and threw it into the aisle.

The sound of the stone falling to the ground was so crisp that it was barely half a breath when the door was suddenly pushed open.

"Who?" several jailers rushed out with weapons in hand, but there was no figure in sight.

"How did I hear movement just now?" someone asked.

"Who knows, maybe it's a mouse. Seeing that there was no one outside, the jailers were relieved and returned to the house.

At the same time, Long Wenmu had already turned into a mist and walked through the room where the jailers were to the outside.

Behind this room, there is a road out of here.

Long Wenmu walked through this darkness like a ghost.

I didn't go far before I saw the passage up and down the floors. There are stone steps leading to the top, and there is another path that leads down. Long Wenmu decisively went down.

Although there were guards on the way, Long Wenmu relied on his natal demon skills, and no one could detect his whereabouts at all.

The general guards are basically great demon masters, how can these people catch the traces of Long Wenmu.

Long Wenmu walked this road once, and he came to the place where the blood pool was.

The last time I left, the pool of blood had become clear, but this time I came back, and the water was already a little ruddy.

Long Wenmu watched silently in the dark, and the water in the pool came from the small pool. The reason why the water here has such a peculiar effect is that there is some secret here.

The surroundings were dim, and Long Wenmu sensed a circle, and there were no guards. Liuyun stepped forward, and in an instant, he came to the small pool of blood.

Stretching out his hand and pressing it into the pool water, sensing the flow of demonic power in the pool water. It seems that there is a constant stream of demonic energy pouring up from somewhere under the pool.

It's a little weird.

It is impossible for the demonic power to come in vain, and it has been like this here for some years. For so many years, where did the power of this pool of blood come from, and why was it inexhaustible for so long.

The pool water should just be ordinary pool water, and the key lies in this blood-red qi.

Long Wenmu followed the demonic power sense, and it seemed that this demonic power came from the extremely low.

This pool of blood is not at the bottom of the palace, and there is a road further down.

Is it still down there?

Long Wenmu groped and continued to probe down.

When I came to the lower floor, I saw several goblin masters guarding the entrance.

The guards above are no more than the Great Demon Master, and when they get here, is there already a Demon Master?

After a little hesitation, they are already here, and it would be a pity to go back without finding out.

Long Wenmu's mind was horizontal, and his natal demon skills were displayed, turning into mist.

It was already dim, and there was no trace of him after the fogging, and even those few demon masters couldn't detect his traces.

Long Wenmu turned into mist and quickly passed through the guards of several earth demon masters.

It was only after avoiding all the risks that Long Wenmu appeared.

Fortunately, except for a few guards at the entrance, everything else was empty.

He dived forward alone, and in a moment he was directly below the pool of blood.

Somewhere below the pool of blood, there was a stone platform.

At the top of the stone platform was a blood-colored stone the size of a millstone, and the stone exuded a blood-colored aura visible to the naked eye, and a rich demonic power filled the room.

Moreover, Long Wenmu could feel that the surroundings of the bloodstone should have been placed with a prohibition. On the stone wall directly above the Bloodstone, there was a huge brass disk, on which various brass-colored delicate parts were hooked up with each other, buzzing, and seemed to be pulling the power of the Bloodstone to the disk.