Southern Yunnan Corpse Ghost Sect.

In the cave with intricate roads, Meng Tiandao called Feng Xuan in front of him, showing concern.

"Feng Xuan, what level has your cultivation reached now?"

Feng Xuan replied respectfully: "Master, my current cultivation level has reached the level of a junior martial artist."

Meng Tiandao nodded, with a look of approval on his face: "Yes, yes, at your age, it is already very difficult to reach the level of junior martial arts master. Now I am going to give you a big opportunity to improve your cultivation."

Take it to the next level!”

Feng Xuan's face suddenly showed a look of joy.

Because during this time, he had learned that Meng Tiandao was good at refining medicine, and might have made some elixirs that could help improve his cultivation, so he planned to reward him with some.

He immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, Master, for the gift."

Meng Tiandao smiled and nodded, and then asked two disciples of the Corpse Ghost Sect to bring Cheng Yuxuan over.

Cheng Yuxuan still cried and begged for mercy, saying loudly that she was not Qiao Kexin, but no one believed her.

Meng Tiandao pinched Cheng Yuxuan's chin hard, looked around, and sighed with some disappointment.

I wanted to take good care of Cheng Yuxuan's body, but I didn't expect that after a few days, this woman not only did not gain weight, but also lost a lot of weight.

If the consumption continues, Cheng Yuxuan's body will become even thinner in the future. Meng Tiandao has no patience to wait any longer, so he can only make do with it now.

He said to the little medicine boy next to him: "Get ready to bleed."

"Okay, Master."

The little medicine boy immediately picked up the knife and bowl on the table and walked to Cheng Yuxuan.

Although the cave was dark, the shining dagger looked extremely cold and terrifying under the light of the torch.

Cheng Yuxuan was so frightened that she cried out with a trembling voice: "Don't kill me! Please don't kill me!"

"I'm really not Qiao Kexin, why don't you believe me!"

"No! Don't..."

Cheng Yuxuan was so frightened that she struggled desperately, but was held down by two Corpse Ghost Sect disciples. She tried all her strength to no avail.

The little medicine boy did not kill Cheng Yuxuan, but used a knife to cut off a piece of flesh from the tip of her middle finger.

"ah!"

Cheng Yuxuan screamed loudly in pain and watched helplessly as her blood flowed down her fingers into the bowl, and she soon fainted.

After receiving less than half a bowl of blood, the little medicine boy took out a slender rope and wrapped it tightly around the tip of Cheng Yuxuan's injured finger to help her stop the bleeding in the most direct way.

Then he took out the ointment and gauze, applied it casually and then bandaged it.

Du Xichuan stared straight at the bowl of blood and swallowed involuntarily.

Meng Tiandao ordered: "Take her down and lock her up!"

Two Corpse Ghost Sect disciples took Cheng Yuxuan back again.

As for why Meng Tiandao wanted to release Cheng Yuxuan's blood, these disciples of the Corpse Ghost Sect didn't find it strange. They just thought that Meng Tiandao needed human blood to refine medicine.

The little medicine boy brought the bowl of human blood to Feng Xuan. Feng Xuan's face was full of confusion, not knowing what he was doing.

Meng Tiandao smiled and said: "Drink this bowl of blood, it will be good for you."

Feng Xuan didn't understand what Meng Tiandao meant, and he couldn't figure out what benefit this bowl of human blood would have to him.

He did not dare to disobey Meng Tiandao's order, thinking that this was just a bowl of blood, not poison, and he would not be harmed if he drank it.

So he took the porcelain bowl and poured it into his mouth with his head held high.

Du Xichuan, who was standing next to him, saw this scene and felt very envious.

At the same time, he felt confused and couldn't figure out why Meng Tiandao did this.

After Feng Xuan left, Meng Tiandao saw the tangled look on Du Xichuan's face and couldn't help laughing: "Xichuan, can't you figure out why I got the advantage first before I drank the blood of the Saint without dirt?

Got that boy Feng Xuan?"

Du Xichuan said: "Master must have a reason for doing this."

Meng Tiandao smiled and said: "It is said that drinking the blood of the Unsullied Saint can greatly increase one's cultivation level and make them immune to all poisons. But that was a legend more than a thousand years ago. I don't know if it is true or not. Will there be anything after drinking it?

side effect."

Du Xichuan suddenly realized: "It turns out that the master just used Feng Xuan for experiments!"

Meng Tiandao nodded proudly: "Well, let's observe it for a few days to see if Feng Xuan reacts, and then give him a poison, and then we will know whether he is really immune to all poisons."

Du Xichuan understood. Just now he was envious of Feng Xuan, thinking that Feng Xuan had been favored by his master, but now he realized that he was just a white mouse.

At this moment, he secretly felt lucky in his heart. Fortunately, Meng Tiandao did not use him for experiments, otherwise he would not know how he died in the end.

Another disciple of the Corpse Ghost Sect walked in and bowed in front of Meng Tiandao: "Elder Meng, the sect master invites you!"

Meng Tiandao said calmly: "I know, I'll go right away."

He picked up an oil lamp from the table and walked deeper into the cave along the road.

The cave of the Corpse Ghost Sect is large in scale and complex in structure. It is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower. Water caves and dry caves coexist.

In addition to the seven main caves, there are dozens of branch caves and underground rivers. The temperature inside the cave remains at 13, 45 degrees Celsius all year round.

The main cave is majestic and spectacular, the underground river is mysterious and unpredictable, and there are also a large number of crystal clear curly stones, such as Qionglou Yuyu, snow trees and silver flowers.

If it is developed into a scenic spot and installed with light strips, the scenery will surely be charming and attract a large number of tourists to come and watch.

Not long after, Meng Tiandao came to an open area in the cave.

There are more than a dozen wooden frames erected in front of the surrounding stone walls, and a brazier is placed on each wooden frame. The flames in the basin are burning brightly, illuminating the cave as bright as day.

At the innermost position is a naturally formed high platform.

The stalactites on the high platform are like sharp thorns coming out of the ground, and there is a stone throne in the middle.

At this time, there were many people standing in the cave, most of them wearing red or purple fancy clothes and with turbans on their heads.

These people all exuded a cold aura. When they saw Meng Tiandao walking in, they all nodded to show respect.

An old man was reclining on the throne on the high platform, and a woman in red stood beside him.

The old man was wearing a robe, with many silver ornaments hanging around his neck and arms, and a strange-shaped silver crown and hat on his head.

His face was covered with wrinkles, and his hands were so shriveled that only a layer of skin and bones remained. He looked incredibly old, like an old demon who had lived in a cave for hundreds of years.

Meng Tiandao walked to the high platform and bowed to the old man sitting above.
Chapter completed!