Rainbow Moon Seeking Immortality

In the dim space, stone pillars stood in a forest, and silence fell. From time to time, dewdrops slid down from the stone cones on the top of the cave, making a sound of dripping, one after another, like a movement of music.

On the inclined rock wall, more than ten pits dug inward, one palm deep, formed a winding upward staircase for people to crawl.

Suddenly!

A figure suddenly appeared from the ground. He looked middle-aged, his clothes were disheveled, and his cuffs and collars were all red, with bloodstains still on them.

He flew across, stepped on the pits in the middle, and used the force to jump up and climb up the rock wall.

On the rock wall, there was also a steep rock wall covered with pits, forming a cross-section, almost vertically upward.

And the sound of the tide hitting the shore was faintly heard from the top, surging.

After another climb, the sound of the tide became more and more exciting.

Following a narrow cave that was barely the width of a person's shoulders, I walked more than ten steps and suddenly saw the open sky.

After passing a stone tablet, the first thing I saw was a sea of ​​red, accompanied by a strong smell of blood.

A pool of blood, filled with countless corpses and dry bones, suddenly appeared in front of me.

The blood pool was three feet in diameter, and at the edge were dozens of Gu Master skulls, piled up in several layers. Each skull faced the blood pool, allowing the blood to wash over it and drown its mouth and nose. The scene was horrifying.

The most eye-catching thing was a blood-red mulberry tree located in the center of the blood pool, rooted in the pile of corpses, with its roots deep into the pool, tall and with rough bark.

The oval leaves were covered with serrations on the edges, the leaves were shiny, the veins were dark, and the lush branches and leaves were like an umbrella, tightly covering the bottom of the blood pool, making the entire blood pool look even gloomier.

Chang Ping raised his hand, and two blood toads flew out of the empty hole. From the translucent abdomen, it was known that they were all filled with blood.

With a thought, the two blood toads opened their mouths and spit out blood into the pool.

Huahuahua——

With the influx of fresh blood, more than a dozen blood Gu of varying rotations suddenly emerged, gathered in front, and patrolled back and forth.

After a while, the two blood toads emptied their blood, and Chang Ping once again took out several corpses of Gu Masters from the storage Gu worms, tore off their clothes, and threw them into the blood pool.

After doing all this, Chang Ping raised his head again, his eyes focused on the blood-red mulberry tree in the center of the blood pool.

In his sight, through the layers of branches and leaves, each plump and juicy mulberry fruit will soon mature.

"It's almost there! Wait a few more days and it will succeed. It's worth all my hard work over the past few years! Hahaha!"

Chang Ping's pupils were red, and he danced in front of the blood pool, talking wildly, as if he wanted to express the joy that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.

A few years ago, he accidentally discovered the inheritance of this blood sea, and resolutely decided to change his cultivation, becoming the blood path demon cultivator that everyone in the world calls for!

"Humph! What bullshit morality and shame! Only mastering power is the kingly way!"

Chang Ping recalled the so-called essence of the righteous way that was taught and instilled by the elders in the sect school in the past, with a look of disdain.

He was a 50% second-class qualification, and when he learned that he could practice to become a Gu Master, he was also ecstatic.

But soon, he had to fall into the heavy task of preparing for the sect school examination.

Faced with many brothers and sisters with similar qualifications, Chang Ping had no teacher's preference, so he could only work hard to complete the sect tasks and take time to warm up the empty orifices so that his cultivation would not fall behind.

Others practiced until the Zi hour, but he endured until the Chou hour three o'clock. Later, others also endured until the Chou hour three o'clock, and he had to endure until the Yin hour four o'clock.

In order to get better results in the sect mission assessment, he took out his own meager savings to bribe the sect elders, just to make that thin piece of paper have a few more strokes and look better.

He originally thought that as long as he could work harder than others, he could stay in the sect forever, and even one day he could become a respected sect elder, and he could unscrupulously shout and give orders to other disciples regardless of right or wrong.

And every time the school exam was approaching, he could always hear a lot of rumors involving the sect elders and a certain junior sister among his fellow disciples.

For this, he only hated that he was a man and couldn't take that shortcut in life!

After working hard day and night for the sect for nearly ten years and giving the most precious time of his life for it, although he was not as good as the sect elders, he finally had a little status. He thought he could spend the rest of his life more safely...

Reality always shattered his pitiful fantasy-his sect was defeated by other forces!

As the least scarce third- and fourth-class Gu Masters, some of them were selected and joined the new forces, and the rest were dismissed. Chang Ping, who was nearly middle-aged, was one of them.

Without the blessing of the sect's banner and the monthly salary of Yuanshi, Chang Ping's life was bleak. He had to work as a thug for other forces, or join the caravan to escort supplies, and compete with Gu Masters of his son's generation, just to fight for those Yuanshi to make a living. He also had to take the initiative to sell the Gu worms on hand to reduce the pressure of feeding.

After several years of adventure and suffering several blows, Chang Ping felt deeply suffocated and powerless. He actually began to miss the atmosphere in the sect, even though it made people deeply trapped and unable to extricate themselves.

Just when he thought that he was going to spend his life hastily, a turning point came!

He obtained this blood path inheritance and turned to practice blood path. Thanks to the kindness of his predecessors, his cultivation was even more rapid. With the help of the blood-red mulberry tree, he broke through the third transformation in one fell swoop.

"Next, it's time to take another step forward!"

A few days later, the mulberries on the blood-red mulberry tree gradually ripened. Chang Ping picked the mulberries one by one, filling up a basket, and then fed a handful of them into his mouth.

When you put the mulberry fruit in your mouth, your mouth is full of juice, as rich as blood. Every time you chew it, it feels like blood is flowing.

At the same time, the Snowy Silver True Essence Sea in Chang Ping's Kong Kong Aperture began to be infected with a blood color, and began to boil, washing away the crystal membrane orifice walls.

Chang Ping fed handfuls of mulberries into his mouth. After swallowing the plasma, he fed another handful.

At this moment, Chang Ping's hair was disheveled, his face was red, and his facial features were ferocious.

When the mulberries in the bucket were about to bottom out, Chang Ping's eyes suddenly lit up.

"It's done! Hahahahaha!"

In the void, a stream of pale golden true essence precipitated from the bottom of the sea.

But for some reason, this pale golden essence has a blood-red color and is not pure.

Chang Ping had expected it and was not surprised.

After spitting out a mouth full of mulberry fruits and exposing his blood-red teeth, Chang Ping looked up to the sky and roared, lying beside the pool of blood, staring at the water in front of him in a daze.

…

In the city, there are bustling crowds and an endless stream of vendors. The scale is far greater than that of the previous Chunshan Sect.

Qin Yiguan walked here alone.

After entering the city, he separated from Old Man Qishan's master and apprentice. Zheng Shanchuan seemed eager to inquire about information about Yao Gu, so he took Old Man Qishan and left first.

But it's okay, he can turn around on his own.

Suddenly, a crowded notice board caught his eye.

When he came closer, he saw a brand new wanted notice covered on the surface, which caused everyone to talk about it.

"Good guy, here comes another demon cultivator, it really doesn't stop!"

"That's it, Que Yuan Shi, don't you know how to sell the secret recipe and Gu insects of your ancestors?"

"Tsk, tsk, they have started to kill low-level Gu Masters, this time they have crossed the line!"

Qin Yiguan glanced at the gap between the crowd and found that it was just an announcement, not even a portrait, only mentioning that he was a blood demon cultivator.

"Sorry, please give way!"

There was a voice coming from behind, and he backed out just in time, allowing the man to come forward.

He didn't pay much attention to the blood demon cultivator. Instead, Zheng Shanchuan came to him and brought him a message:

"Is there an auction going on in town?"