Ten days later...
At the bottom of a cliff, Wang Feng crouched down quietly and approached a cultivator lying in the grass, then lay down as well.
"Brother, how's the battle going? Are you confident?"
Wang Feng nudged the cultivator with his elbow and asked in a familiar tone.
His eyes were fixed on a group of people fighting fiercely over a single herb that belonged to the King of Herbs, Qingzhu Lingcao.
"Heh, when they're both exhausted, that's when I'll reap the rewards..."
But as soon as he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong. He quickly turned around and threw a silver needle at Wang Feng's throat.
Whoosh!
A silver needle covered in spiritual energy flew past, and a soft sound rang out. This time, Wang Feng no longer held back and used his left hand to block the attack.
With a thud, the sound of the silver needle hitting metal rang out, and then it fell straight to the ground.
The cultivator's pupils contracted, and he tried to use the Earth Escape Technique to escape, but as soon as he made a move, he felt the world spinning around him.
The last shoe sole, imbued with black and white spiritual energy, landed on his head as he rolled to the ground with a soft thud, and the screen went black.
Bang!!
Just as Wang Feng was touching his storage bag and other items, an explosion rang out from the distant battlefield.
The rocks on the cliff were blasted off, triggering a chain reaction that caused rocks to fall from the entire cliff face.
Finally, a magnificent stone gate covered with runes was revealed.
The battlefield was already incredibly chaotic, and now this scene suddenly appeared.
Before the cultivators could react, several drops of blood that had been slashed away splashed onto the stone door covered with runes.
In an instant, a red light flashed and shot straight into the sky, as if telling countless people that there was an opportunity here.
But in reality, countless swaying blood vessels extended from the stone gate and pierced the back of the heads of the group of still bewildered cultivators.
Some reacted quickly and ran away, but while they were fast, Blood Vein was even faster.
In the blink of an eye, all the cultivators in the Heyuan Realm in the distance were drained of their blood and turned into dried-up corpses.
Even a cultivator at the first level of the Breaking Yuan Realm was no match for that blood-red thread.
All life force was completely drained from the body, including that royal herb.
The root of the herb was connected by a blood vessel, its life force completely drained.
As the runes-covered stone gate received energy, a faint crimson hue gradually appeared on its dark surface.
Those who had been hiding in the shadows, just like Wang Feng, could no longer hold back and flew towards the cliff.
Whoosh!
A barely perceptible whistling sound arose, and Wang Feng looked up to see a thin line of blood stuck in the back of the cultivator's head.
Hiss~
What kind of stone gate is this?
Wang Feng gasped inwardly. Looking at the stone door that had turned a little redder, he decided not to run anymore and just lay there.
It seemed that the moment it turned blood red would be the moment of activation, and right now it was absorbing energy.
Wang Feng looked up at the sky and saw several beams of light shooting straight into the sky, in all sorts of colors.
That's right, these are all treasure lands that were accidentally opened by cultivators, attracting countless people to fight over them.
The crimson beam of light on Wang Feng's side was slightly larger than the other beams, making it stand out more in comparison.
In just a short while, a hundred or so cultivators arrived, but none of them were from the nine holy lands or the three great sects.
But Wang Feng knew that the idea of the nine holy lands and the three great sects was to first gather their disciples and minimize casualties.
Once they have gathered their disciples, that will be the time for them to sweep through the entire secret realm, and with more people, they will have more power.
Some independent cultivators who were familiar with the secret realms obviously knew this information as well; it was a tacit understanding between the holy lands and the independent cultivators.
The holy land can give independent cultivators some time to plunder treasures.
But the price is that you might die suddenly at any time, and the chance of taking away a great opportunity is no more than 10%.
That's why the holy sites are so generous; whether or not the cultivators can take away the opportunity depends entirely on their luck.
Even so, the group of rogue cultivators still cherished this little bit of time.
Upon seeing this crimson beam of light, which was taller than the others, many people rushed to Wang Feng's side to their deaths.
However, the bloodstains on this stone gate seem to be only around the third level of the Breaking Yuan Realm.
Some cultivators with higher cultivation levels in the Breaking Yuan Realm were able to put up a fight and eventually escape unscathed.
Then, like Wang Feng, he became the sixth man, lying in the shadows and letting others die.
Click click click!
At this moment, the blood-red stone gate, perched on the cliff face, finally had enough blood and slowly opened.
This also brought Wang Feng back to his senses.
At that moment, another unsuspecting person flew down from the sky and ran inside at incredible speed, fearing that someone else would snatch the opportunity away.
Seeing that someone had safely entered, the cultivators hiding in the shadows could no longer sit still.
They rushed in like rabid dogs, one after another!
Wang Feng was no exception. With a whoosh, he rushed into the open blood-red stone door like a big black rat.
......
Not far from the huge red pillar of light.
Jiang Hanxi held the cold sword, and with a flick of her wrist, the blood on the sword was instantly wiped clean.
In an instant, the cold sword returned to its original form, its icy blue blade radiating a chilling aura.
Looking around her, she saw seven men with gashes in their throats lying on the ground, their eyes dim, clearly dead.
There was also a giant lion frozen into an ice sculpture next to it.
Jiang Hanxi ignored the corpse on the ground, her white phoenix-embroidered shoes swaying as she walked away slowly.
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