Chapter Fifty-Three: Blood Refining Technique

  Today's second update~~~

  Zhang Chong quickly collected the last bit of treasure, and then reluctantly looked at the empty warehouse for several eyes. The look in his eyes was a kind of sharpness that made him want to dig three feet underground to find more.

  After making sure nothing was left behind, he followed Wang Mingyang and Li Rui out.

  Li Rui led the way, taking them to a dark and damp indoor place. The road was very narrow, and as it extended, it continued to go down, apparently they were heading in the direction of the ground floor, and walked past.

  This gloomy and humid feeling made Zhang Chong very uncomfortable, the air was filled with a hint of rotting smell, and there was also a strong pungent odor, all of which made the air extremely turbid, and he felt an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

  Wait a minute, that strong pungent smell, how does it seem to have a bloody smell mixed in?

  As they went deeper, the ground also rose with a sense of momentum. The surrounding silence could only hear their footsteps.

  He walked a little further, and the bright red flames entered Zhang Chong's eyes. In front of him was an extremely large underground chamber, which suddenly opened up before his eyes, but at the same time also gave Zhang Chong a feeling that made him want to vomit.

  In front of him, there was a huge circular altar like a plate, the middle of which was recessed. Inside it, you could clearly see that it contained dark red water, almost filling it up.

  Around the altar stood thirteen iron pillars, and what was most astonishing and inexplicable was that on these thirteen iron pillars, a naked man was tied up. These men had long since fainted and were unconscious. However, their dense breathing sounds indicated that they were still alive. And on their bodies, there was a huge hole that was terrifying, with blood dripping out of it slowly.

  No one can explain why such a big hole, blood did not spurt out, but dripped down drop by drop. Similarly, no one can explain everything in front of us.

  Looking at this terrible scene, Zhang Chong couldn't help but think that the blood in this altar was from how many people, to be able to fill it up to such an extent. Thinking of this, his hands involuntarily clenched tightly.

  And his body had already lightly floated away, saving the person closest to him.

  Just as the man's body had just left the iron pillar, a large hole in his body suddenly spurted out blood, splashing Zhang Chong's head and face. The man's eyes also cleared up instantly, and he looked at Zhang Chong, muttering to himself.

  "Kill me already~~~"

  Zhang Chong saw the terror of life and the longing for death in that person's eyes, he let out a light sigh, and gently twisted his neck.

  What a cruel torture it is, making one wish for death rather than life, hanging here and suffering the agony of being slowly tortured to death.

  "Big brother, can you see what kind of secret technique this is?" Li Rui asked.

  Wang Mingyang shook his head, he was also seeing this terrible magic for the first time and couldn't call out its name.

  "This is Blood Refining Technique!!"

  Zhang Chong suddenly said

  "This is a secret technique of the demonic cultivators, where twelve body-refining level demonic cultivators and one divine power level demonic cultivator are bound to copper pillars, while setting up a seal, causing them to slowly bleed to death. This method can make the demonic cultivators' blood flow out with spiritual energy, becoming an excellent material for refining the body. This technique requires seven repetitions, once every forty-nine days, and is usually used by a ninth-level divine power demonic cultivator who cannot break through the bottleneck to reach the yaksha level."

  "Hei Feng Mountain's leader Hei Bao is a 9th-stage Shengli-level demonic cultivator. It seems that this Blood Refining Technique should be his doing."

  Zhang Chong said with a sigh. He didn't know the Blood Refining Technique, but wasn't there Wang Daozhong in his ring? Wang Daozhong was knowledgeable and had seen much, so after listening to Zhang Chong, he told him the name of this technique.

  And the last sentence was added by Zhang Chong. He remembered that Xiao Er had said that Black Panther was a nine-stage demon cultivator of the Divine Power level, and when the two were linked together, it must have been his plan to break through to the Night Demon level with this Blood Refining Technique.

  To break through one's own strength, they disregard life and death, taking nearly a hundred people, like animals, to practice magic. What is the difference between such people and beasts?

  It's not just Zhang Chong who thinks so, Wang Mingyang and Li Rui also burst into a torrent of abuse after hearing this.

  Then they also saw a small door beside the altar, and after walking over to take a look, inside the door was a row of iron barred rooms. In each room there were more than ten people.

  They did not expect someone to come in, first shocked and hid behind, waiting to see that it was not a black leopard, they all rushed forward, grasping the iron gate and begging bitterly.

  "Great sirs, rescue us!"

  Zhang Chong and they walked over, wanting to unlock the door, but after half a day's effort, they still couldn't open it. At this time, he saw a familiar figure.

  Shi Wenlong.

  The person locked in there alone was Shi Wenlong. He didn't expect someone to call him, and when he looked up, he also saw Zhang Chong.

  "Zhang Chong~~~~"

  Good friends meet, but didn't expect it was in a place like this, it's also a sigh of relief.

  "How did you end up here." Zhang Chong only then remembered that after the Heavenly Genius War, he hadn't seen Shi Wendlou's face before being caught by Xu Yifei.

  I secretly investigated and found that the Chen family's goods were robbed by Heifengshan, so I thought of secretly coming here to steal them back.

  But I'm not skilled enough and was caught by this black leopard instead."

  Shi Wén Lóng slowly began to recount his experience. When he was caught, there were still six divine power-level cultivators here, and his strength was the most formidable among them. It was because of this that Hei Bào kept him until the end, while the other six had already died.

  And these people, as the last batch, although not dead, have been frightened by the miserable cries outside every day since then, and have long been like a startled bird.

  At this time, Li Rui also found Wang Jihuang, but he tried every means and couldn't open the lock.

  What they saw was unbelievable, and everyone fell into despair once again.

  "Hurry up and leave, this black leopard is too powerful, you must be no match for him." Shi Wenlong said.

  "Don't worry, just wait here, I will definitely rescue you."

  Zhang Chong's last words were directed at Shi Wenlong, and they were firm and resolute.

  "But we nine people, how can we be a match for the people on Black Wind Mountain? Just one Black Panther alone, I'm afraid we won't be able to defeat him." Wang Mingyang said to Zhang Chong.

  "This," Zhang Chong thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered something important. He took out a dan medicine and handed it to Lin Hai Eight Immortals, saying:

  "This is the Six Poisons Pill, after taking it, they will be poisoned, and the time of the poison's onset can be controlled by the one who administered it. We'll take advantage of tonight to put this poison in their food, and wait until tomorrow, after they've eaten lunch, we'll seize the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, at that time, even if Black Panther is strong, he won't be our match."

  "But this poisoning affair, it's all the work of those scoundrels and thieves. If we, the Eight Immortals of Linhai, were to do such a thing and it got out, wouldn't our reputation be completely ruined?" Zhao Zhenhuan said.

  "This is not the case, as the saying goes, 'use his own way to control him', this black panther is such a despicable role, if we were to confront him openly and honestly, it would make us appear too foolish. Moreover, saving one's life is more important than building ten Buddhist temples, let future generations judge what is right or wrong."

  Zhang Chong's words were righteous and stern, and unexpectedly made Wang Mingyang and the others nod in agreement, feeling ashamed in their hearts. They thought to themselves that they had lived a few more years, but it seemed like they had been living like dogs all along. They weren't as perceptive about worldly affairs as Zhang Chong was.

  Nine people said to do it, and they quickly found the kitchen after doing it. They crushed the six poison pills and put them into the food. After finishing these things, they hid outside the mountain stronghold, quietly waiting for dawn.

  "Shi Wenlong, I must save you." Zhang said softly in his heart, gazing at the moon like water.