Fang Yan handed over the black jade plaque, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, what kind of place was the blood pool that this person was talking about, and why did he have to guard it so carefully. The disciple briefly checked it, handed it back to Fang Yan casually, and then said to him, "Shen Daoyou is a disciple of the Shen family, why did he come to such a place?"

"What's the matter? Is there any problem here, please teach me from Taoist friends. Fang Yan felt a little strange, before he came, the Shen family only said that it was lonely here, and did not say anything else, whether he didn't know or deliberately concealed it. Listening to this person's meaning now, it seems like a chore to come here, but I didn't expect that he, a disciple of a big family, would also come.

"No, Daoyou misunderstood. I didn't expect that Daoists in places like this one would come to the place where oil and water are scarce, and the others will naturally know when they get inside, so there is no need to say more. Shen Daoyou, please use the jade plate in his hand to stimulate it with mana. The man took out an identical jade plaque, and after urging it, a doorway appeared on a forbidden light wall, and Fang Yan hurriedly stimulated the jade plaque like him and walked into the doorway.

Just to enter the place on duty, you have to pass through two prohibitions, the guards here are extraordinarily strict, what is hidden, the dialect is very curious, but pretending to be indifferent, through this doorway. The man who had brought him in immediately retreated, and there was only one person left in the place, and a long corridor paved with gray rocks in front of him.

Walking slowly along the corridor dialect, surrounded by dense prohibitions, I couldn't see the original appearance, and the dialect didn't know much about it, just walked forward while looking at it casually. At the time of a pillar of incense, Fang Yan came to the end of the corridor, and a tall stone door appeared in front of him, and when he activated the jade card in his hand again, this stone door slowly opened, and a wide room appeared in front of him.

Before Fang Yan stepped in, suddenly a voice came: "Which Taoist friend is here, and he is about to suffocate to death after guarding the next person for so long." ”

Dialect footsteps paused. Looking at the passers-by, I saw a middle-aged man wearing a gold thread and black clothes with a golden belt on his head, thick eyebrows, and a perfect cultivation period for Qi refining, laughing and walking from inside. Looking at this person's outfit, he is a disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect. This stronghold was originally guarded by three sects, and it was not surprising that people from different sects were on duty together.

"Injured under Schenk. The disciples of Da Luomen were ordered to come and be on duty. Listening to the meaning of Daoyou, is there only one Daoist here?" Walking inside, Fang Yan looked around, the room was very spacious, there were several doors on each side, I thought it was the residence of the disciples on duty, but it seemed that there were only two disciples arranged in such an empty place.

"It turned out to be Shen Daoyou, and I am fortunate to be happy. In the Lower Heaven Demon Sect disciple Liu Mande. Previously, there was only one person, but wasn't it just two people when Daoyou came? Hey, I heard you right, Daoyou is from Da Luomen, is it a child of the Shen family?"

This person suddenly said with a surprised face, it seems that the Great Luomen Shen family is quite famous in the Demon Gate, and the other sect disciples heard about his surname. Immediately he looked surprised, just like the man he had met when he first entered.

"It's a disciple of the Shen family, what's wrong?" Fang Yan didn't get angry, anyway, he was pretending, but someone asked him like this continuously, which made him a little strange.

"I'm sorry. In the next moment, he was quick to speak, and he definitely didn't mean to offend Taoist friends. I just think that the disciples of this kind of local big family are usually reluctant to come in, that is, people like me who have no background will be sent here, so it is a little strange for Daoist friends to come here, and there is absolutely no other meaning. Please don't blame you. The man mistakenly thought that Fang Yan was unhappy in his heart, and quickly explained.

"It's okay, Liu Daoyou doesn't have to be like this. I just don't want to go out, I want to find a place to hide quietly, but listening to the tone of the Taoist friend, it seems that I shouldn't come here, and why? Fang Yan asked calmly.

"This, since the Taoist friends asked each other, then I will say it below, Taoist friends must not be surprised. In fact, this place is indeed as the Taoist friends say, it is very quiet, and it is rare for anyone to come all year round, and no one usually comes here to inspect, except for not leaving, nothing else. However, in addition to the lack of additional benefits, there is also a point that is very uncomfortable, that is, from time to time, you will be harassed by resentful spirits, and you will be restless for a few days, and your mood will become extremely irritable. ”

"Resentful spirits, how can there be such a thing here?" "Resentful spirits are actually souls, and it is said that those monks who have been tortured to death or have deep resentment in their hearts, and their strong resentment is condensed in their souls to form resentful spirits. This kind of soul body is extremely aggressive, and monks usually don't want to encounter it, but some demon cultivators or ghost cultivators are very interested in it, and they do everything possible to collect a large number of resentful spirits, which seems to have a great effect on their exercises.

Fang Yan doesn't know much about this, thinking that this is another evil done by the Demon Gate, the Demon Gong is used to the extreme, and there are people who dare to try any exercise, and the killing caused for this reason is unknown, and it has long been known to everyone in the cultivation world. However, it seems a little strange to collect resentful spirits in such a place, as it seems that the establishment of such a huge stronghold could never be for someone to cultivate some kind of secret art.

"Who says it's not, it's already difficult to cultivate here, plus these resentful souls, cultivation is completely deserted, and every day is boring, just looking forward to leaving this ghost place as soon as possible. And we are not qualified to touch these resentful spirits, not only because our own cultivation is too low to resist their intrusion, but because these resentful souls have already been ordered by some seniors, we can only watch dryly, but we don't even have a sip of soup. But do you know how these resentful spirits came about?" Liu Mande leaned over to Fang Yan with a mysterious expression and asked in a low voice.

"Then I don't need to ask, I don't know. Fang Yan gave him an angry look.

"Hehe, sooner or later, Daoist friends will know, just take a look at the place on duty, and you will understand. The cause of resentment is the mustache. Liu Mande didn't care, and said with a smug face.

"What is this?"

"Our task is to guard the blood pool, where does the blood pool come from without blood? These mustaches are the source of blood, and every once in a while, some disciples bring some captured monks from outside, cut off their hands and feet, put them in the pool to bleed, and use secret methods to maintain their vitality, so that they can continuously obtain fresh blood, and these monks who have had their hands and feet chopped off are called human mustaches. This time he didn't sell it, and told the dialect 1510.

"Ah, it's so cruel, but what's the use of doing this?" Fang Yan was taken aback, he didn't expect that the thing that the demon gate was heavily protected would be such an inhumane thing, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

"Cruel? Shen Daoyou didn't look like a disciple who came out of the Great Luo Sect when he spoke like this, but he was somewhat similar to the new disciple of my Heavenly Demon Sect. The Demon Sect has always only sought the way of heaven, and only talked about cultivation in everything for entering the realm, and besides, these people are not monks from our sect or subordinate forces, but from hostile forces, and they are mainly Nanyue monks at present. It is most appropriate to use their blood to fill the blood pool, they should be killed anyway, it is no different from the demon beast and the monster, and the effect is better than the beast blood. ”

Liu Mande said indifferently, he didn't delve too deeply into the gaffe of the dialect, thinking that he was a disciple of a big family, and he was just not used to these bloody things. As soon as the dialect spoke, he suddenly felt that he was speechless, Da Luomen did not know much more than this cruel thing, I am afraid that it is because of this that he is known as the first demon gate, and his own sect disciple is making a fuss here, which is inevitably suspicious.

Fortunately, there is only this person here, otherwise the dialect is very likely to be exposed, and at this moment he can't help but regret it in his heart, why is he so uncontrollable, since he is pretending to be a disciple of the Demon Sect, he must have these mental preparations. And this man is busy flattering the dialects, he must have a plan, and his mind is spent on how to please the dialects, where can he still take care of suspicion.

"I see, this is the pool of blood, and it is not surprising that there are resentful spirits. Liu Daoyou has been staying here for a long time, and his cultivation must have been delayed, otherwise with Daoyou's cultivation, he should find a place to build a foundation at this time. Fang Yan didn't want to talk about such a bloody thing anymore, and moved on to something else.

What Shen Daoyou said was extremely true, and this was said in my heart. Don't hide it, I'm over forty years old now, and I don't have many years to go before the best age to build a foundation, and I have long wanted to find a place to impact the foundation, but the matter of building the foundation has not been settled. Speaking of this, the man suddenly hesitated a little, and looked at the dialect with a look of expectation.

At this moment, Fang Yan reacted, why did this person behave so enthusiastically as soon as he heard that he was a disciple of the Da Luomen Shen family, it turned out that it was for a Tsukidan. From the soul search of Shen Ke's injury, Fang Yan knew that there was another important reason why Da Luomen was called the No. 1 Demon Gate in Xizhou, that is, the Zhuji Dan refined by this Demon Gate had the highest effect, which was of great help to the Demon Cultivation Foundation.

Moreover, among the several major demon sects, the foundation building monks of the Great Luo Gate have been ranked first for ten thousand years, and they have never been surpassed by other demon sects, and there are far more foundation building disciples than other sects, and the probability of the appearance of the more high-level Jindan monks and even the Yuan Ying monks is much higher, and the entire team of high-level monks of the Great Luo Gate has risen because of this.

In the final analysis, it is the Tsukidan that is exclusively refined by the Great Luo Sect, and no other sect has been able to surpass it for so many years, and it can't even be imitated. The Great Luomen's Zhuji Dan can be called a unique in Xizhou, and it itself controls it very tightly, and only a small number will be left outside, but because of this, it is even more coveted by the Qi refining stage disciples of other Demon Sects.

"Liu Daoyou also knows that my Da Luomen has always had a very strict control over the Zhuji Dan, and even if I want to build a foundation, I have to wait until the time is ripe before I can return to the sect to collect it, so as to prevent accidental leakage. However, things are dead, and the method is also thought of by people, and no matter how precious Zhuji Dan is, it is not a priceless treasure, it is always valuable, what does Liu Daoyou think?"

Fang Yan said half-concealedly, this person is likely to have a place to borrow in the future, and besides, he has been here for a long time, and Fang Yan still has a lot of things to ask him, of course, he can't say it to death, and he must leave a memory. In fact, the kind of Zhuji Dan he talked about, the dialect is now on his body, and it is obtained from Miao Wuchang's storage bag, and there is only one one, which is supposed to be prepared for his heirs. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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