C9 Plastic Lotus Root

Zhou Qing felt the sky spin and the earth spin.

He steadied himself and opened his eyes. What he saw in front of him was an endless desert.

The only difference was that this desert was blood-red!

In the depths of the desert, from time to time, strange flames could be seen burning on the ground.

In the air, masses of black fog were drifting about like demons, letting out waves of howls, causing people to be inexplicably terrified.

After standing for a while, Zhou Qing discovered that the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth here was abnormally thin. It could only be used on a daily basis.

Strangely, although the spiritual energy in this place was sparse, the air was filled with an even more tyrannical turbid air, which was extremely strange!

This was the Thousand Devil Cave!

Every single node seemed to have been transported to their respective locations. This area only had the ten people from Zhou Qing's team present.

Ten breaths later, the remaining nine Spirit Opening Realm cultivators were all teleported in. Only the cultivator who was beaten unconscious by Zhou Qing was left behind.

"You guys, go to the front."

Seeing that everyone had arrived, the middle-aged mage in the group who had not spoken a single word spoke up.

The Profound Heaven Continent respected strength. The words of the strong were the truth and the imperial edict.

Hearing this, all the Spirit Opening Realm cultivators walked quietly to the front, and Zhou Qing followed the rest of the group to the front.

As far as the eye could see, it was surrounded by sand and blood, and even the sky was dark, making it impossible to determine the direction. These Spirit Opening Realm cultivators could only brace themselves and walk forward like headless flies.

Everyone walked slowly, carefully avoiding the flames and the black fog. Aside from that, they didn't encounter anything too dangerous.

"This place doesn't seem to be as scary as the legends say!" The cultivator at the front loosened his tight shoulders and smiled.

"We should be more careful. I heard that a lot of mages died in this hellhole!" Another Spirit Opening Realm cultivator in the group carefully looked around and said.

"Worried as it is, I think we should increase our speed. Otherwise, if all the spirit materials are plucked out, we won't even have a single piece left." As the cultivator at the front said this, he increased his speed.

At this moment, Zhou Qing was alarmed. A sense of danger came from his Stone Spirit Bone.

The cultivator at the front suddenly stopped and let out a miserable howl. It was so inhumane that it almost sounded like a human.

"Save me …" The cultivator had just cried out for help, and even his teeth had melted. He could no longer make a sound.

Everyone, including the two mages, looked at his hair in shock. His scalp was melting and his eyes were melting in their sockets, leaving behind two black eyes, and his skull was melting like hot iron.

"Don't touch it! That is the Burning Heart Demon Flame, you must not touch even the slightest bit of it. " The thin, black mage shouted.

In just a few short breaths, all that was left on the ground was a bright red shadow. As the cold wind blew past, even that shadow became blurry.

Zhou Qing's eyelids twitched as he watched. He now understood a little more about the dangers of the Ten Thousand Devil Cave.

"All of you, keep moving forward." The middle-aged mage spoke coldly, clearly expecting the scene from earlier.

"I understand!" "No wonder you two mages are so kind to form a team with us. So you want to use the lives of us Spirit Realm cultivators to scout your path. I'm not going, even if there's immortal grass here, I'm going back!" One of the Spirit Realm cultivators in the group broke down and shouted as he ran back in the direction he came from.

Just after running a few steps, she let out a blood-curdling screech, and disappeared into the blood-red desert.

"Did you see that, running around randomly is what happens to you." The thin, black mage let out a cold laugh.

The faces of the group of cultivators paled. Previously, there were still a lot of people thinking, but now, they didn't dare to run around recklessly.

"Black Fiend, why aren't you taking them out yet? There's still some use in keeping them." The middle-aged mage said expressionlessly.

The Black Demon Mage let out a cold snort. With a flip of his hand, he retrieved an oddly shaped bronze compass. Biting the tip of his tongue, he spat a mouthful of old blood onto the compass.

He discovered that every grain of sand under his feet was carved with strange patterns, as if they were slowly flowing. Whenever these patterns intertwined with each other, a small cluster of black flame patterns would appear.

These exquisite engravings were somewhat similar to the incantations in the Ten Thousand Spirit Codex.

"Strange, these patterns seem so familiar, it seems like …" "Yes, I can't remember." The voice of the Curse Spirit resounded in his mind.

Since the entrance of the tunnel, the Curse Spirit had become extremely strange. On the way, he had encountered quite a few places where he was familiar with.

But he could not remember exactly what he was familiar with or where he had seen it before.

Seeing this, Zhou Qing did not ask any further questions. Right now, the most important matter was the True Blood Lotus.

His meridians were severely damaged. If he didn't have the True Blood Lotus, even if he obtained the Blood Bodhi technique, he wouldn't be able to withstand its terrifying medicinal strength.

The True Blood Lotus could not only strengthen the vital energy and blood, but also the body. Its most prominent effect was its terrifying ability to regenerate muscles and veins.

This point was especially important to Zhou Qing. It was also the reason why he listed this item as the root of his need to obtain it.

His current meridians were extremely weak, and he didn't dare use any of his more powerful techniques.

The group of people followed the compass and walked about forty to fifty miles. After experiencing the previous experiences, everyone became more alert. With the bronze compass guiding them, they were able to avoid any dangers along the way.

Suddenly, a large black fog appeared before everyone's eyes, sealing off their path.

"We're finally here!"

Before entering, Zhou Qing already knew that the process of harvesting the Blood Molding Lotus was extremely dangerous. The first thing he needed to pay attention to was to protect the Demonic Beast and the second was to control the Demonic Ghost Fog.

According to the records of the Zhou family's past generations, within the Ten Thousand Devil Cave, there was a ghostly mist. There were many corpses and ghosts lying in wait, waiting to devour them.

To others, this place was extremely dangerous. To Zhou Qing, however, the Ghost Mist was what he relied on to fight for the Blood Rebirth Lotus.

His expression did not change. His left hand was hidden within his sleeves. His five fingers flapped in the air, gradually forming a complicated blood-colored incantation.

Upon seeing the fog behind them, the two mages became nervous.

After discussing in a low voice for a while, the Black Fiend School Master looked at the dense ghost fog with a serious expression and said coldly to the group, "What are you all staring at? Continue walking!"

The crowd was forced to continue forward.

Ka-cha! *

As soon as he entered the fog, he heard strange noises coming from his surroundings.

Very soon, the sound of messy footsteps could be heard approaching the crowd.

"Who is it?" Don't play tricks on me! " Upon hearing these voices, the crowd immediately became vigilant and began to berate him.

He looked around, and under the cover of the fog, one blurry shadow after another appeared out of nowhere and surrounded the group.

"Scram!"

The middle-aged mage let out an angry roar, and a string of crackling electric currents appeared in his hands. With a purple radiance, it condensed into a fist-sized ball of lightning.

The thunder ball instantly shot into the mist, right in the middle of a black shadow.

The black shadow let out a blood-curdling screech as it fell to the ground, pierced by the lightning bolts.

"Hiss …"

It was only through the faint glow of the lightning that everyone could see that they were surrounded by hundreds of ferocious zombies.

"Everyone, hurry up!"

Seeing this, the middle-aged mage's brows furrowed, and he continuously condensed electroballs, attacking the black shadow in front, creating a gap.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, everyone used all their strength to rush towards the gap.

"Stupid!"

In the crowd, Zhou Qing muttered to himself. Corpse spirits have unparalleled speed, coupled with the cover of the fog, how could these Spirit Opening Realm cultivators be faster than Corpse Demons.

Sure enough, before he finished his sentence, a scream sounded out and a cultivator at the front had just reached the gap. Unexpectedly, more than ten Corpse Spirit's rushed out from the fog on both sides …

"A bunch of trash!"

The middle-aged mage, who had already broken out of the encirclement, cursed. Realizing that everyone else still had some use, he had no choice but to turn around and rescue them.

In the blink of an eye, a chaotic battle erupted.

As the sand swirled up, a cold wind howled. A rotten, stinking figure rushed towards Zhou Qing.

Seeing Corpse Ghost pounce at him, Zhou Qing did not panic, as he had already made a plan in his mind.

His body moved to the side and dodged the attack. He kicked the zombie, sending it flying and following closely behind the zombie. His left hand shot out and the curse on his palm fused with the zombie's body.

The zombie, which was originally crazy and was about to attack Zhou Qing at any cost, now stopped like a statue.

Feeling the connection between him and the Ghostblade, Zhou Weiqing let out a breath of relief. He controlled the Ghostly Corpse to leave the battle, hiding deep in the fog.

In less than a breath of time, from Zhou Qing's attack until the corpse ghost's retreat, no one noticed at all.

Although Devil Dao cultivators could control Corpse Ghosts, they could cultivate them themselves. No one had ever been able to capture a naturally formed Corpse Spirit!

"There are too many Corpse Ghosts, we won't be able to last much longer!"

Corpses and ghosts continued to rush out from the fog without any fear of death. Gradually, those cultivators lost their bravery and started to suffer casualties.

Although others had talismans and magic tools in their possession, once they ran out of magic tools and talismans, what awaited them would be death!

Puff!

One of the Spirit Opening Realm cultivators was a step too slow, and a corpse ghost caught up to him and snapped his neck in a single bite!

The smell of blood spread in the air, as if it was stimulated by the blood. These corpse ghosts became even more crazy.

Roar!

With a roar, a ten feet tall, completely black corpse ghost was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and in the blink of an eye, it had killed three cultivators.

"Soul Condensation Corpse Spirit!"

Everyone was flabbergasted as they retreated one after another.

"Don't keep fighting, charge out with us!"

The Black Demon Mage let out a low roar. The flames in his hands surged and condensed into a fireball. It landed on the body of the zombie, and the terrifying temperature instantly erupted, turning it into ashes.

This was the Samadhi True Fire of a Spirit Realm cultivator. It could burn away all evil, just like lightning. It was an excellent method to restrain corpse ghosts.

After all, mages were mages. Even if they were suppressed after entering this place, they could still use all sorts of methods, only a bit less powerful.

Hearing the voice of the Black Demon Mage, everyone found their backbone and followed him. They gathered their strength together, forcefully rushing out of the group of zombies to escape.

The zombies were still roaring in the distance, but they couldn't catch up to them.

Along the way, they had long since gone deep into the Ten Thousand Devil Cave. The surrounding wind blew drearily, stirring up a large amount of blood-red grains of sand. They were like tornadoes as they emitted 'wuwu' sounds.

The surrounding fog had already turned into a blood-red color, and under the influence of the cold wind, a strong stench of blood gushed forth.

The Black Demon Mage held the Green Tong Compass in his hand. Green light coiled around it as it hummed and vibrated. The needle swung crazily, pointing at the depths of the bloody mist.

The two mages looked at each other, their eyes burning.

"All of you, keep your spirits up. Move forward!"

Scanning across the crowd, Black Fiend coldly spoke.

"If you want to leave, then leave. I can see that something is wrong with this damned place. I don't want to throw my life away!"

"You're right. Coming to this damn place, I didn't even see the hair on a stalk of immortal grass and was almost eaten by Corpse Spirits. Even if there's something good here, I don't care!"

One by one, the cultivators began to clamor. Having just survived, how could they dare to take risks with their own lives?

With the agreement they had signed, they were not afraid that these two mages would get angry from embarrassment. After all, they could not endure the rage of the Thousand An Merchant Guild.

The Black Demon Mage's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint as he coldly asked, "Are you all going against the will of the Mage?"

"Of course I wouldn't dare to go against my will. However, we came here because of an opportunity. The journey here is really too dangerous." Mages, I don't want the commission this time. If it continues, I'm afraid I won't even know how I'll die next. "

A late stage Soul Condensation cultivator bowed to the two mages and said respectfully.

The rest of the people all agreed. The bloody and dangerous situation they faced along the way here had already made them feel terrified. It was as if they continued forward. Who knew that they wouldn't be the ones to die in the next moment?

Between fate and life, this choice was not difficult.

"The Immortal Dao is to go against the heavens. Wealth comes from danger, and if you meet with even the slightest of dangers, then you will retreat. What kind of Immortal Dao would you cultivate? What kind of Dao would you become?" It would be better to go home and bring a child! "

The Black Demon swept his eyes across the crowd and said in a deep voice, "Since you have signed the agreement, we naturally won't let you die. In this Thousand Devils Cave, even the two of us have to tread on thin ice, and it would be normal for us to suffer a few casualties. "

"As matters stand, I will not waste words with you. If you help with all of your heart, then we will not treat you badly. If not, then we will not force you. The middle-aged mage spoke coldly. The mana in his palm was surging, and his cold eyes startled everyone.

They had already gone deep into the Ghost Hole. If they wanted to leave, they would need to rely on the power of these two mages. By relying on themselves, they would probably be devoured by the zombies before they could even go back.