I have been bound in a forbidden place for five hundred years. Why are you crying when I am a casual

"Listen carefully, this bloody land is a key site of the Holy Sect. It is not something that ordinary people can reach. It requires the cooperation of the Holy Sect's sacred artifact. Later, you only need to infuse it with spiritual energy, and the sacred artifact will turn the ground on its own."

"You must be careful. The spiritual fruits and medicinal herbs here are all important. When you turn the soil later, you must be extremely careful not to damage any of the plants or trees here. Otherwise, if I kill you, you won't be able to compensate me."

"..."

In the blood-colored field, an old farmer with a hunched back and wrinkled face was standing in a pavilion in the middle of the bloody field, giving instructions to the disciples of Jueling Valley below.

The people below listened attentively.

I was afraid of missing a word or doing something wrong.

The reason why he was so honest was not only because the old farmer had a high level of cultivation, which was enough to easily kill everyone present.

More because.

This person is the senior of the Holy Sect!

Among the rules of Jueling Valley, there is a strict rule.

Everyone in Jueling Valley must unconditionally comply with the Holy Sect's requirements.

Don't disobey!

Do not violate!

If you violate the rules, you will suffer unimaginable harsh punishment and will be unable to live or die.

"Okay, go ahead and find your corresponding magic weapon in order." Finally, the old farmer finished his instructions and waved his hand. As he waved, one number after another appeared in front of everyone.

The others did not dare to be negligent. They bowed and saluted one after another before turning around and heading towards their own farming tools.

As the old farmer watched the disciples of Jueling Valley leave, his eyes were filled with anticipation:

"What a great fertilizer! I'll squeeze out the spiritual energy later, and then boil out the blood and bones. By then, I'm sure the spiritual fruits here will be even better."

"Once this batch of spiritual fruits mature, we should be able to return to Qingxuan. It has been a hundred years, and Qingxuan has become a holy place. People are looking forward to going back and taking a look." Someone spoke next to him.

This is a figure dressed as a woodcutter with an axe.

Next to him, there was a shepherd with a whip, his face also full of anticipation:

"Yes, we have been here for a hundred years and have never set foot outside. Qingxuan was not a holy place back then, but now it has become a holy place. It is really exciting."

These three people have unique appearances and are quite powerful. If any Qingxuan disciples were to see them, they would surely discover that they are the powerful men that Qingxuan had announced to be in seclusion a hundred years ago.

Although they are all golden elixirs.

But they are all solid Jindan Daquan masters.

One hundred years ago, they came here on the pretext of seclusion and began to be responsible for refining the blood land and cultivating spiritual fruits. However, during these one hundred years, they had never set foot outside of the Jueling Valley.

now.

The blood land has been successfully cultivated, and the first batch of spiritual fruits will be ripe. According to the agreement, it is also time for them to return to the sect.

I can't help but feel excited.

"This group of people from Jueling Valley are still hesitating." The shepherd spoke, and the other two looked over.

Sure enough, I'll see you.

At this moment, most of the people in Jueling Valley have found their corresponding magic weapons, but everyone just stood in front of the magic weapons hesitating, and no one dared to take the first step.

The old farmer laughed and said, "These people are not stupid. This magic weapon is connected to the formation. Once it starts to operate, their cultivation, blood essence, and soul will be absorbed by this blood land and turned into nutrients. By the time they react, it will be useless."

"What do you mean by not stupid? From the moment they entered this bloody land, they should have known that they could not leave here alive. They don't even have this awareness. They deserve to be taught a lesson." The woodcutter curled his lips.

"Even a fish out of water will struggle like crazy. Even if it's futile, it still needs to struggle." The old farmer laughed and stopped the woodcutter who was about to use the axe behind him:

"Be patient and wait, the more struggling the fish will be."

“The more delicious it is.”

Hearing this, the woodcutter, who had already grasped the axe at his waist, finally sat down again, but he was still muttering:

"It's all fancy and full of shit."

The old farmer smiled and said nothing.

While these three masters were waiting, the people from Jue Ling Valley who were standing in front of their respective magical instruments were already sweating profusely and were filled with confidence.

"The sect let us in, but they're not really going to sacrifice us alive to fertilize the spiritual medicine, are they?"

"Although we're not particularly strong, we've always been loyal to the sect, so it shouldn't be that serious. Besides, didn't we just send a group of people over a few days ago? They shouldn't be needed, right?"

"Maybe, why don't you try this magic weapon?"

"You try first?"

Everyone started to blame each other, and no one dared to take the lead in controlling the magic weapon. After all, everyone knew the situation of this blood field.

This place has existed for hundreds of years, and every year and every month, a batch of sacrifices needs to be sent in. Many people present even personally selected the sacrifices and forced them into this place.

now.

Those who enter this place become themselves.

Although before they came in, the sect said that they were only allowed to come in to loosen the soil and would definitely not be used as sacrifices, no one could guarantee that this was true.

but……

This kind of waiting was the most torturous thing. With the old farmer's urging, someone finally lost their patience and took the initiative:

"I don't believe the sect would even harm us!"

As he spoke, the man grasped the magic weapon in front of him with both hands, swallowed, and poured spiritual energy into the magic weapon.

Sure enough, I'll see you.

With the infusion of spiritual energy into it, the magic weapon burst into brilliance and actually began to turn over the fields and loosen the soil. The speed was not too fast, but it was always very steady.

The man noticed the mage moving and quickly let go.

When he successfully removed his hands from the magical weapon, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face:

"Hahaha, it's okay, this is a normal magic weapon!"

"I said, we are the foundation of the sect. No matter what the sect does, it will never harm us, hahahaha!"

The others also breathed a sigh of relief:

"It turned out to be a false alarm."

"I was saying, I made great contributions to the sect just two days ago. Even if they really wanted to sacrifice me alive, they shouldn't have asked me to come. Hahaha, you're still judging others by your own standards."

"Everyone, hurry up and start quickly. The sooner we can finish this, the sooner we can get out. This red soil is creepy."

While talking.

Many people began to hold magical tools and turn over the fields to loosen the soil, but there were still a few people standing aside.

Don't dare to act rashly.

but.

Among the crowd, there was someone who was different from the others. He didn't care about those magic weapons, nor did he look at the spiritual fruits for a long time. Instead, he squatted down and concentrated on studying the bloody soil under his feet.

This person is naturally Gu Xiu.

He had already noticed the strangeness of this place, but there was still one thing he needed to study. After carefully examining it for a long time, he finally realized something:

"Sure enough, it devours everything, absorbs everything, and transforms everything it absorbs into pure vitality. This soil is indeed the immortal soil of good fortune."

"The most precious things in this blood-colored field are not these most eye-catching longevity elixirs and spiritual plants."

"But these are the immortal soils of good fortune!"

He had noticed before that the formation here could absorb people's essence, blood, spiritual energy and even soul, and then feed them back to the spiritual medicine.

only……

How to repay the debt is a problem.

Longevity elixirs will not use anything as nutrients. They need life essence to grow, and it is definitely not as simple as simply killing a group of people and using them as fertilizer to allow them to grow.

Needs conversion.

And now, Gu Xiu finally saw clearly the mystery of this place.

The biggest key.

This is the fairyland of creation, the legendary and recorded fairyland!

According to legend, there is a kind of soil in the fairyland called the Fairyland of Creation, where mortal beings cannot exist. Any spiritual plants and medicines can grow on it, and as long as there are enough nutrients, the growth rate can be accelerated!

The main thing is.

This thing.

You can grow elixirs!

As everyone knows, elixirs cannot grow in this world, just like the half-broken Earth Cloud Bud that Gu Xiu used before. Although it can remain alive if properly stored, it cannot grow at all no matter what.

This shows the magic of the fairyland created by nature.

In fact, there have been several incidents in history about the appearance of the fairyland of creation, and each time it appeared, it caused earth-shaking turmoil, and even some ancient holy places were tempted.

I didn't expect that.

Xu Wanqing can even get something like this.

and……

According to legend, the fairy soil of creation should be as white as jade, flawless and spotless, but these fairy soils of creation were dyed blood-red. It was obvious that Xu Wanqing had transformed these fairy soils of creation.

This method is very clever.

"Ah! No, no! I can't stop the infusion of spiritual energy!" At this moment, a shrill scream suddenly came, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

Along with this cry, others cried for help in panic:

"I can't let go of the magic weapon either!"

"No, no, it wants to take away everything from me, my essence, my blood, my very being!"

"I am a meritorious official of Jueling Valley. I have sent tens of thousands of people into this place. You cannot kill me. I have made great contributions to the sect. You cannot kill me!"

"Help, help!"

"..."

In the blink of an eye, the people in Jueling Valley who had been relieved and started to turn over the soil suddenly changed their expressions and began to plead with fear on their faces.

There is something wrong with this magic weapon!

They tried it just now, and they could clearly stop the infusion of spiritual energy at any time, but when they relaxed, the magic weapon held them tightly.

Make it impossible for them to break free or get rid of it.

It was as if they themselves had turned into a tree, taking root in the bloody soil, unable to move or break free. However, instead of extracting nutrients from the soil, they used themselves as fertilizer. They were even unable to resist this extraction process at all!

Sacrifice everything you have!

This is a living sacrifice!

Seeing this scene, several disciples of Jueling Valley who were already very suspicious and had not acted rashly suddenly felt cramps in their calves, and were terrified to the extreme:

"Run, run, they want to kill us!"

"Because we know too much, the sect needs to silence us!"

"From the moment we entered here, no one wanted us to survive!"

They reacted and tried to escape immediately.

And just then.

A huge axe was spinning and chopped down on the head of the person who fled first. The monk had good cultivation and reaction, and wanted to resist immediately.

only……

"laugh!"

His resistance didn't even have the slightest effect. The man's movements were still maintaining their original movements, but his entire body had already become silent.

Broken into two.

It looked like it was being used as firewood, chopped vertically and chopped into thin pieces.

What’s even more terrifying is that after the man was split in half by an axe, he did not die immediately. Instead, he opened his eyes wide and looked around in horror.

There seemed to be a thin film at the part where his body was split in half, and no blood flowed out.

but……

This is not luck, on the contrary, it is misfortune!

Because when he was split open, flames shot out of his body and began to burn his flesh little by little, spreading from his feet to his knees, then to his waist and chest, and finally to his flesh!

This was boundless pain, as could be seen from the boundless fear in the man's eyes. He wanted to struggle in pain, but he could do nothing and could only be slowly burned in silence.

"This firewood can burn for three days and three nights."

"Do you want to try it?"

A voice was heard, and everyone turned around, only to see the woodcutter holding the axe in his hand with a cruel grin on his face.

Facing this gaze.

Everyone's face suddenly turned pale and their calves began to cramp.

The woodcutter spoke again: "If I serve as fertilizer for your flowers, I can die more peacefully. If you want to be used as firewood, I won't refuse."

"Who among you wants to come?"

These words chilled everyone's body.

really!

He admitted it!

Everyone who enters this place is firewood!

It's all fertilizer!

They are going to die here!!!