The whole world is cultivating qi, only I am cultivating the body

"Go away, go away. I reminded you with good intentions, but you actually doubted me like this? I think you should have been killed after entering the ruins."

The topic gradually turned towards the direction of the ruins. Of course, this was also someone's deliberate change of topic, to prevent everyone from continuing to trap Zhang Wei in the sky, fearing that Zhang Wei would vent his anger on all the independent cultivators below.

As the first group of people all died, their blood began to gather and gradually flowed into the lines on the ground of the ruins. Unfortunately, the blood of the monks in front was not enough, and the blood did not even fill one tenth of the lines.

All the monks could feel that when the blood flowed into the lines, a faint light film emerged on the ruins. The light film absorbed the power of the blood in the lines, and a red thread climbed up the light film, but the blood was not enough and it disappeared in just a few seconds.

At this moment, all the cultivators looked at the people around them with unfriendly eyes. The independent cultivators were all on guard against sneak attacks from others, and even the cultivators from the big forces in the sky were on guard against each other.

"What are you waiting for? Killing the people who have a grudge against you can also help you open the door to the ruins. Aren't you tempted?"

The same voice, the same person speaking. While Zhang Wei was saying this, he was trimming his nails. When he finished speaking, he blew on his fingertips. Then he pulled a female monk from the side and kept stroking her body with his right hand. The woman obediently let Zhang Wei play with her, and soon she began to gasp.

The female cultivator in the sky began to breathe harder and harder, and soon she let out a scream, then collapsed in Zhang Wei's arms.

The scream also changed the behavior of the casual cultivators below. After the scream, they suddenly attacked the people around them as if they had received some signal. Except for Zeng Wenyu and his group, the other casual cultivators all fought together. A melee took place among the low-level casual cultivators.

After casually killing a mad cultivator, Long Tan looked up at Zhang Wei in the sky and whispered, "Sure enough, it is said that Zhang Wei, the young master of Haimen Sect, obtained a magic skill in his early years that allows him to use his desire to control others. I didn't expect it to be true! It seems that he is constantly hunting for beauties, and he must be practicing this skill."

Zeng Wenyu could hear the envy in Longtan's voice. Thinking about Longtan's method of controlling the cultivators, he still needed to touch other people's bodies to transfer his spiritual energy to them, but what about Zhang Wei above? Just by provoking other people's desires, he could control such a large group of casual cultivators. Isn't it too convenient?

As the fight became increasingly fierce, a large number of independent cultivators were killed. Only one third of the thousands of independent cultivators who had originally surrounded them remained. Only then did they wake up, looking at the corpses around them and feeling the injuries on their bodies. They knew that they had just been used as a gun by Zhang Wei above, but what could they do now? Zhang Wei was protected by the masters of the Haimen Sect, and it was impossible for them to get revenge.

The monks who were more seriously injured took out healing pills from their storage rings and swallowed them. Even the monks who were really almost at their limit forced themselves to swallow the pills that they usually didn't want to use, trying to recover faster.

The group of cultivators in the early Infant Realm among the casual cultivators were not affected much. Zeng Wenyu, on the other hand, had managed to steal a few storage rings in the chaos. Although there were almost no good things inside the rings after he broke them open, he did get some medicinal herbs and a few low-grade spirit stones.

"Uncle Luo, I'm counting on you!" Zhang Wei turned his head and looked at a middle-aged man next to him, "I don't know if these casual cultivators have enough blood. If they do, we don't have to ask our people to take out the prepared monsters."

"What? You have prepared monsters? Then why do you want us to kill each other?!" a casual cultivator asked loudly.

"Hehe, why should we contribute effort and resources to you casual cultivators?"

Zhang Wei shook his head and stopped talking. Uncle Luo, who was standing next to him, stretched out his right hand and waved towards the ground. His cultivation at the peak of the Consciousness Realm was fully revealed. The corpses of the wandering cultivators on the ground were led by Uncle Luo to the top of the ruins. He clenched his right hand violently, and the corpses were immediately crushed into meat paste by the spiritual energy. A large amount of blood was squeezed out of the meat paste and fell on the pattern.

As the blood in the meat paste was squeezed out, the lines on the ground had been filled up by four-fifths. The light film would no longer disappear. The entire light film had been wrapped in blood red, leaving only the last little uncovered area on the top.

"Master, we are almost there. Are you going to start using the monsters we caught ourselves as sacrifices, or are you going to kill all the wandering cultivators down there?"

Uncle Luo's words were not concealed at all, which made the independent cultivators below feel insecure, fearing that they would escape the first day but die on the fifteenth.

"No need. We can just use the monsters we have. There aren't many independent cultivators left. We need to get them to go in and scout the way for us."

"it is good!"

The middle-aged man surnamed Luo listened to Zhang Wei's words very much and threw out a large number of monsters from his storage ring. Although the levels and cultivation bases of the monsters were not very high, their number was not much less than that of the casual cultivators who had died before.

As the corpses of the monsters were also crushed into meat paste, a large amount of monster blood flowed into the patterns. The light film was eventually completely covered by blood and slowly disappeared from the top.

The light film gradually disappeared, and the pressure of the ruins gradually emerged. An aura of vicissitudes emerged from the ruins, as if an ancient beast was awakening and was about to devour someone.

With the previous lessons learned, no independent cultivator dared to rush forward rashly this time, but if they did not move, someone would force them to move.

"You casual cultivators, I spent so many monster corpses to open the barrier, and you still don't go explore the way?!"

Zhang Wei's words fell from the Sky Mountain. Beside him, Uncle Luo was looking at the wandering cultivators below, as if anyone who dared not obey Zhang Wei's words would be reduced to ashes.

Under the watchful eye of Mr. Luo, even Zeng Wenyu and his group didn't have a good solution. However, their cultivation was higher than that of other cultivators, and Long Tan had pushed the other cultivators ahead. As for their "small alliance", they would definitely lag behind the other cultivators.

The wandering cultivators who were left behind were terrified and took every step carefully, fearing that they would become the blood in the patterns on the ground like the wandering cultivators before them.

The wandering cultivators gradually approached the gate of the ruins, which was the most dangerous place. If there really was any barrier, it must be here at the gate. The big-headed wandering cultivator was urged by the people behind him. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and walked directly into the open gate of the ruins, while the people behind him stared at him. Once any problem occurred, the people behind him would definitely run away at the first time.