I can add one every day

Xuzhou, Pengcheng, the outskirts of the city.

Zhou Qingyuan stood on a low hill, looking far away, overlooking the entire wilderness.

This is the place where the blood energy in the entire Pengcheng is most concentrated. The scarlet blood energy is constantly growing on the wasteland. He has been in charge of this place for three days.

Three days ago, the stars appeared in the daytime, the sky was dark, and blood was pouring out from the ground. The roar of huge evil ghosts resounded throughout the court and the country.

Blood ghosts appeared out of thin air in the entire Zhu Dynasty, choosing people to devour.

Even the weakest blood ghosts have the characteristics of being extremely powerful and invulnerable to ordinary iron, and countless people were killed and injured.

Fortunately, the court has established martial arts towers in various places for more than a month, and the warriors of various states and counties have come out in full force to help resist the disaster, so that the situation has not developed to an irreversible point.

Despite this, in just three days, the population of various states and counties has dropped by 10%, and there are dried blood stains everywhere, and the corpses have been eaten clean by blood ghosts.

Every household stayed indoors, people were in a panic, fearing that a disaster would come one day.

As a pacification envoy, Zhou Qingyuan participated in suppressing the turmoil in the imperial city that day, and then he was granted the right to travel freely in the thirteen states and counties, and began to run around and kill those high-level blood ghosts.

As the imperial city, Yongcheng has abundant guards. In comparison, the power of other cities is a bit stretched in front of the endless blood ghosts.

At this time, Zhou Qingyuan was in the city where Chen Qinghe, the governor of the mansion who had helped him forge his identity, was located.

"Zizizizi."

The sound of blood steaming sounded, and a bald humanoid creature with bright red skin emerged from the wasteland.

This kind of humanoid creature has empty eyes and dry skin. As soon as it appeared, it looked in the direction of Zhou Qingyuan and roared and sprinted away.

The huge blood energy on Zhou Qingyuan's body is the best tonic for this kind of blood ghost, and they can't help but go crazy.

Zhou Qingyuan sat on a hill, looking at the approaching blood ghost with disdain on his face.

"Shua."

The precious sword was unsheathed, and a three-meter wide crescent-shaped blade swept out, directly cutting the blood ghost that jumped in front of him into two halves.

The terrifying power directly extinguished its regeneration ability, turning it into black ashes and dissipating between heaven and earth.

Zhou Qingyuan bent down slightly and picked up a blood-colored prismatic crystal from where the blood ghost disappeared.

"Harvest another one?"

Zhou Qingyuan turned his head and saw the middle-aged man in the mandarin duck patched clothes, who was Chen Qinghe who had talked with him in prison.

"Hey"

Chen Qinghe sat down beside Zhou Qingyuan, with a generous look on his face:

"Thanks to you sitting here, I feel much more relaxed. The people of Pengcheng should thank you.

But I really didn't expect that you have reached such a state in just a few months. This is really..."

Thinking of the boast made by the young man in prison, saying that he only needed to wait for him for a year and everything would come to fruition, Chen Qinghe couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

"I also want to thank you for the fake identity I gave me, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to go so smoothly all the way."

"Oh, don't flatter me, I just made some insignificant contributions.

Just the number of blood ghosts you have hunted recently is enough to prove that I didn't make a mistake."

Speaking of blood ghosts, Chen Qinghe looked worried and sighed:

"You said, what exactly is this blood ghost? The reaction of the court always gives me a very strange feeling."

Zhou Qingyuan frowned slightly, and also had some bad guesses about the appearance of this blood ghost.

On the first day of the arrival of the blood ghost, the court had already issued the characteristics of this creature, including what level of strength different types of blood ghosts were benchmarked against. The details of the news and the speed of the news were incredible.

On the second day of the arrival of the blood ghost, the court announced that it had developed a pill called [Xiantian Pill], which could help all warriors below the true qi realm to quickly become stronger and resist the blood ghost.

Everyone can exchange the crystals obtained from hunting blood ghosts for Xiantian Pills in proportion in the martial arts buildings of various places.

The court's series of response measures can be said to be fast, but they are unexpectedly slow in other places.

All places are still under closure, the population cannot circulate, and resources cannot be exchanged. If 10% of the total population had not died, I am afraid that some people would have started to eat mountains without food.

Everything, everything, reveals a strange taste.

Zhou Qingyuan also exchanged one of the so-called [Xiantian Pill], but he did not eat it.

He observed those who ate Xiantian Pills, although their realm did improve quickly.

However, their internal energy became impure, and the transparent internal energy turned into a kind of blood energy with a charming red color.

This change gave Zhou Qingyuan a sense of danger. Even if the court endorsed it, he was unwilling to take this strange pill.

In his eyes, the court had no credibility. On the contrary, because of a series of measures taken by the Wulou recently, many martial artists in the opposition began to praise the court and flocked to the Xiantian Pill.

There are also some people who suspect that there is something fishy and hold a wait-and-see attitude towards the Xiantian Pill.

But when they saw that people who were once at the same level as them or even one level behind them caught up with or even surpassed them in a short period of time with the Xiantian Pill, that line of reason slowly collapsed.

People live for fame or for profit. With the advent of blood ghosts, life safety has become a big problem. Who can say that their choice is wrong?

Surviving the invasion of blood ghosts, improving their own strength, and even protecting family and friends are the most important things for most martial artists at the moment.

As for those old and weak warriors with declining blood and energy, they don't care about anything. If you want his life, he will give it to you as long as you let him live a few more days.

Xiantian Dan can help them break through the realm and extend their few lifespans. What else do they have to hesitate about?

In the hearts of these people, there is actually a rebellious word hidden in their hearts.

It's great that the blood ghost has come to the world.

If there were no blood ghosts, how could they become stronger quickly, how could they gain more respect from others than before, and how could they feel something they had never experienced before in a short period of time?

Taking advantage of the chaos in the world and the weakening of the government's control, male thieves and female prostitutes happened from time to time.

Many people who have lived in the Great Zhu Dynasty for most of their lives suddenly discovered that the status and inferiority they used to think of had no effect at all in front of the barbaric rules.

Originally, those warriors who lacked resources since childhood could not defeat the guards of the landlords and the local tyrants.

But with the help of Xiantian Dan, a large number of strong men in the fourth realm of body forging broke through the original shackles.

Those wealthy children who were originally far superior to ordinary warriors, because they valued their lives and did not fight the blood ghosts, were surpassed by those people because of their lack of innate pills.

When the first person decided to draw his sword against those landlords and tyrants, he found that their counterattack was not as fierce as he imagined.

The world of the lower class began to change.