"Since that's the case, I will not hide it from it. I do have a private matter. I hope Mr. Chu Feng can help me." Grandpa Luo said.
"Senior Luo, I don't know what it is, but you said it's okay." Chu Feng asked.
"Oh, this matter is a long story, so I'll tell you from the beginning." Grandpa Luo sighed, and then his thoughts gradually lengthened. After sorting out for a long time, he said:
"I remember back then that I traveled through the entire holy land of martial arts. Although I had many forbidden areas, with my cultivation, I could not get involved in any place I could go."
"I have spent my whole life and came to this dream, which delayed the great future of martial arts cultivation. However, I have countless opportunities for the Sacred Land of Martial Arts. Naturally, I have gained some unexpected gains when traveling in this way. Among them, I have won a treasure chest in the West of the Sacred Land of Martial Arts."
"This treasure chest is very special. Just from the appearance, I know that this is absolutely extraordinary, but a treasure with great opportunities."
"From then on, I regard this treasure as my life, and even hold it when I sleep, and never mention it to anyone, for fear that someone would have the idea of making my treasure chest."
"But unfortunately, there is no airtight wall in the world. That treasure chest was cheated away by one of my most trusted friends. He not only cheated away my treasure chest, but also seriously injured me, indirectly destroying my cultivation."
"In fact, if I hadn't been running fast back then, he would have suffered a lot of injuries and could not catch up with me. I'm afraid my cultivation would have been destroyed, but I had already died." At this point, Grandpa Luo looked sad.
"Grandpa Luo, who is this person?" Hearing this, although Chu Feng was calm on the surface, he had already burst into layers of anger in his heart.
Chu Feng had long wanted to guess that Grandpa Luo's cultivation would not be lost for no reason, and he had long wanted to avenge Grandpa Luo, but he did not expect that Grandpa Luo's cultivation would be deposed by his brothers, and he also deceived Grandpa Luo's most important treasure.
Chu Feng is a person who regards his brothers as his life and values brotherhood very seriously. He hates such a traitor. Not to mention that it has something to do with Grandpa Luo, even if it has nothing to do with Grandpa Luo or himself, Chu Feng must kill him first and then be quick when he meets such a person.
"Hey, this person is the leader of the Blood-Drinking Sect now." Grandpa Luo talked again.
"It turned out to be him? That's easy to deal with." When he learned that the leader of the Blood-Drinking Sect was actually the leader of the Blood-Drinking Sect, Chu Feng raised a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and then asked: "Grandpa Luo, where is the Blood-Drinking Sect? Tell me, I'll help you take back the head of the Blood-Drinking Sect leader."
"Chu Feng, don't underestimate him. This person is not only strong, but also insidious and cunning, but also has excellent means. Especially the Hidden Blood Sect is his territory and he has the advantage of the territory. Therefore, you cannot treat him as an ordinary second-rank martial king, so don't be careful." Grandpa Luo reminded.
"Senior Luo, don't worry, as long as he is in the Hidden Blood Sect, not to mention the second-grade Martial King, even the third-grade Martial King, I will help you get his dog head back." Chu Feng's words were not hyped. To deal with the second-grade Martial King, he relied on the cultivation level of the eighth-grade Martial King. If he used Thunder Armor to upgrade his cultivation to the ninth-grade Martial King, then the third-grade Martial King would naturally be able to fight.
What's more, aside from his cultivation, Chu Feng also has a queen. The combat power of this queen is much more fierce than Chu Feng, so with the Queen Dandan, who is here, as long as the other party is not a genius, even if he is a third-grade Martial King, Chu Feng can deal with it.
"My friend Chu Feng, I'm not kidding. I know the leader of the Hidden Blood Sect best. He is not that easy to deal with. Do you really want to take risks for my own grudges?" Grandpa Luo's eyes were a little disgusted.
"Senior Luo, even if you don't have the holiday with the Hidden Blood Cult, I will go to the Hidden Blood Cult. Although Chu Feng is not a just person who eliminates demons and protects the way, he cannot tolerate such a demon sect that harms good people and harms innocent children."
"Senior Luo, since you have such a marriage with the Hidden Blood Sect, Chu Feng cannot leave this disaster, because what Chu Feng hates the most is the traitor. If I, Chu Feng, kill as many people as I see, I will not keep any of them."
"Besides, Chu Feng is not a reckless man, and he will do his best when doing things. I said that if he can deal with the leader of the Hidden Blood Sect, he will definitely be able to deal with it." Chu Feng patted his chest and assured.
Looking at Chu Feng, who was full of confidence in his eyes, Grandpa Luo stopped talking about anything else, but said, "My friend Chu Feng, I trust you, but I want to see with my own eyes that the beast is dead, so I hope you can take me with you. I believe that with your strength, even if you bring me one, it will not become a burden."
"In addition, I know that Mr. Chu Feng is a kind and righteous person. Otherwise, I would not have helped me so much when I first met. But the more righteous my friend Chu Feng is, the more unrighteous I, Mr. Luo, would be. As long as I can regain my treasure box, I will give it to my friend to repay my favor."
"My friend Chu Feng, I believe that my treasure box has an extraordinary origin, and it will definitely be of great use even for you, provided that if you can open it."
"Senior Luo has said this. If Chu Feng refuses, it will seem like Chu Feng is not. Since that's the case, let's go now." Chu Feng couldn't wait. He didn't expect the so-called treasure box with extraordinary origins, but couldn't wait to kill the leader of the Hidden Blood Sect.
"Okay." When I thought that my great revenge was about to be avenged, my heart was finally overwhelmed, Grandpa Luo was also very imposing.
So, under the leadership of Grandpa Luo, Chu Feng went to the so-called Hidden Blood Sect.
The Hidden Blood Sect is a real demon sect. They do all their evil deeds, not only burn, kill, loot, but also practice living people. They are all destined to be conscience and have a very serious reputation in this area.
However, although the Hidden Blood Cult is notorious, their headquarters is a mystery. Not to mention outsiders, even ordinary sects of the Hidden Blood Cult don’t know where the headquarters of the Hidden Blood Cult is.
The reason why the Hidden Blood Cult is so secret is naturally because they have done too many bad things and are afraid that other forces will wipe them out.
Unfortunately, Grandpa Luo knew very well that unknown headquarters of the Hidden Blood Cult.
The main part of the Hidden Blood Cult is built in a deep valley of a mountain range. This valley is very secret, but it is a purgatory on earth.
This place is filled with a very heavy smell of blood. The walls and the land are all dark red. They are painted with human blood. Even the buildings here are surrounded by human bones.
Even the people here are fierce and evil. They eat human flesh and drink human blood. Although they look like humans and demons they wear, they are not even as good as beasts.
At this moment, outside the altar of the Hidden Blood Sect, there was a large group of people surrounding them. They were all senior officials of the Hidden Blood Sect, most of whom were at the peak of the Martial Lord, and several of them had even entered the realm of the Martial King.
Especially the red-haired old man in front of the altar, his cultivation level reached the second-grade Martial King, and he was the leader of the Hidden Blood Sect.
At present, the people of the Hidden Blood Cult are surrounding the altar because there are thousands of young boys and girls on the altar. The oldest of these children is no more than nine years old, and the youngest is only two years old.
At this moment, they were holding their bodies and curled up on the altar. What awaited them was the sharp blades and the inhumane massacre. Their flesh and blood would become the resource for the cultivation of the senior leaders of the Hidden Blood Cult.
Looking at the altar, the children who were crying loudly and trembling, and the senior officials of the Hidden Blood Cult not only did not have any sympathy, but they all had cruel eyes in their eyes.
They have done too much of this kind of thing and have long been used to it, but they do not know that a murder that is worthy of is approaching them quietly.