Chapter 111
The sickening sweet smell filled his nostrils, making him feel as if he had returned to the past.
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Lin Qingyang had a cold expression as he lay quietly on Cheng Hui's back.
The sickening sweet smell filled his nostrils, making him feel as if he had returned to the past.
The method of refining the Samsara Blood Pool is a forbidden technique. Even a demonic sect like the Blood Demon Sect would not dare to risk the world's taboos and refine such a thing.
There was once an elder who, in order to give his son in his old age the best qualifications, secretly refined a simplified version of the Samsara Blood Pool. To achieve this, he massacred three countries and nearly one million ordinary people.
The flesh, blood, and souls of these people were used as firewood, but the blood pool refined in this way lacked sufficient spiritual power, and at most allowed the elder's son to have low-grade spiritual roots.
The elder paid such a huge price for his son, and of course he was not satisfied with only refining the talent of the five spiritual roots. So, he secretly attacked the monks, and in order not to delay the refining of the blood pool, he directly attacked the disciples in the sect.
As a result, his whereabouts were exposed and he was attacked by other high-ranking members of the Blood Demon Sect.
Lin Qingyang was one of the unlucky outer disciples who was captured. At that time, the people who were captured with him had all been thrown into the blood pool, their souls scattered. It was his turn next. His heart was beating violently, and his life could end at any time in the next second. It was at that moment that the simplified blood pool exuded this sweet and disgusting smell.
Lin Qingyang will never forget that his life was hanging by a thread at that time, and everyone around him was staring at him with malicious eyes.
The elder was so high and mighty that he looked at him as if he were an ant.
When the blood pool emitted a sweet smell, the elder showed a surprised expression. He no longer cared about Lin Qingyang, but brought his ordinary son who had no future over.
This man was obviously only in his twenties, but he looked as if he had been overly indulged in alcohol and sex. Even when he was being carried by his father, his dishonest eyes were still rolling around. When he saw Lin Qingyang, his eyes lit up and he was drooling.
When Lin Qingyang saw that man, he couldn't help but sneer secretly. He was obviously an ordinary person, but he relied on his father's power to bully men and women all day long, and committed robbery. In the sect, he was also known as an outlier.
There are no good people among the monks of the Blood Demon Sect, but except for his few lackeys, no one is willing to pay attention to him.
The reason is simple. The things he did were too shameless, even the demon cultivators were ashamed to associate with him.
"Why do I feel that the smell is getting stronger? Huh... I almost can't breathe." Cheng Hui carried Lin Qingyang on his back and walked forward along the path. His steps became slower and slower, and the smell became stronger and stronger. He was even worried that if he continued walking like this, he would be suffocated.
Lin Qingyang woke up from his memories and felt the almost suffocating sweetness, frowning.
The sweet and greasy smell of the blood pool is not dangerous except for its unpleasant smell. The sweeter the smell, the better the quality of the blood pool.
But instead of relaxing, Lin Qingyang became even more nervous.
Think about it, the simplified version of the blood pool that the elder refined had to massacre three countries before it could barely meet the demand, and in the end, he had to capture monks within the sect to fill the gap. How many lives were consumed in refining a blood pool of such quality?
Even if nothing else, the cultivator who created the blood pool, capable of so casually slaughtering cities and destroying nations, must undoubtedly be a demonic cultivator. What is the relationship between this demonic cultivator and the senior mentioned above? Why did he leave the blood pool here?
Lin Qingyang had a lot of questions in his mind, but he couldn't answer any of them.
All the gifts from fate have already been secretly marked with a price... He is not sure if he can pay such a price.
"Huh? Why aren't you talking? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Cheng Hui noticed that Lin Qingyang was silent for a long time, and suddenly felt guilty about his negligence.
Even a zombie like him with thick skin and flesh feels so uncomfortable, Qingyang must be even more unbearable. He doesn't say anything, is it because he is in so much pain that he can't express it?
"I'm fine..."
Just when Cheng Hui wanted to put the man down, Lin Qingyang suddenly spoke.
All in all, Lin Qingyang didn't feel that uncomfortable, and the sweet taste was not so unbearable for him.
He had soaked in a pool of blood before, and perhaps it was precisely because of this experience that he had gained a little more resistance.
"Are you really okay?" Cheng Hui was still a little unconvinced.
"Well, don't worry, I will tell you if I feel uncomfortable."
"Okay, but if you feel uncomfortable, don't endure it." Cheng Hui gave a few more instructions and continued walking forward with him on his back.
As he was walking, he suddenly saw something extra on the black ground and hurried over to check it out.
It was a pool of gray powder with some thumb-sized fragments in it. Cheng Hui picked up a piece and took a look at it. Without even using any force, the fragment turned into powder and fell to the ground.
Cheng Hui twisted his fingers unconsciously, and his expression suddenly changed.
Why does he feel that this thing seems to be...
"Human bones. Probably the result of long-term weathering." Lin Qingyang also recognized this thing. He looked at another pool of dust not far away. Apart from these two pools of dust, there was nothing else on the ground.
Cheng Hui also saw another pool of dust not far away, and wondered why there was human bone dust here. A flash of lightning flashed through his mind.
He suddenly raised his head and saw that there seemed to be many things hanging in the air above.
"Oh shit! No way! No way!"
Cheng Hui felt numb all over. He looked at the hanging black shadows in horror, not wanting his guess to come true.
"It's those black silks..."
Unfortunately, Lin Qingyang's words shattered his hopes.
"So...that's all?" he asked in astonishment.
Lin Qingyang nodded. Obviously, these hanging dry bones were the "firewood" of this reincarnation blood pool. However, the reincarnation blood pool here seemed a little different from the elder's. At that time, he saw the elder throwing all the captured outer disciples into the blood pool, but the one in front of him seemed to be very different.
He thought again, the elder used a simplified version of the blood pool, maybe the real blood pool would involve hanging people?
"Oh my god...what should we do? Should we keep going forward?"
Cheng Hui was a little hesitant. There were so many corpses hanging there, the surroundings were pitch black, and there was that sweet fragrance. This place didn't look like a legitimate inheritance at all.
"Go..." Lin Qingyang sighed. No matter what, the Samsara Blood Pool is a good thing. Even if he doesn't take it, someone else will.
So many people died in the process of refining the blood pool. If the thing is left unused, it will not bring them back to life. It is better to give it to Cheng Hui. At least he is not a bad person.
Cheng Hui glanced at Lin Qingyang and felt that Qingyang had become a little strange since coming here, as if he had suddenly become much more mature.
He couldn't help but turn the man in front of him and gently pinched his cheek. "Don't act so old all the time, kid. You're only a few years old, but you look so old. Someone who doesn't know you would think you're an old monster!"
Lin Qingyang was stunned by Cheng Hui's pinch on the face. Before he could feel secretly happy, he was stunned by his words again.
I almost thought I had exposed something.
Fortunately, through observation, he found that Cheng Hui just said it casually, so he breathed a sigh of relief, but then he couldn't help but start complaining.
He is only 25, how can he be considered old? He is obviously still very young!
Of course, he couldn't say this, otherwise he would be exposed. But when he talked about the age of 25, he suddenly felt a little guilty... He even felt a little confused. He was indeed 25 years old, so why should he feel guilty?
After pinching Lin Qingyang's face, Cheng Hui couldn't help rubbing his fingers with aftertaste while laughing.
This little brat is a bit naughty, but his skin is really nice and smooth to the touch. If this happened before he traveled through time, I wonder how many girls would envy and hate him.
I wonder if his skin is as smooth as his face. It feels like—stop!
Stop thinking!
Cheng Hui wanted to slap himself!
What was I thinking just now?
What kind of lewd words are those?
Is that something I can think of???
Find out about the maximum penalty of death, starting from three years!
Wake up, Cheng Hui! Don't commit suicide!
After slapping himself a dozen times in his head, Cheng Hui felt that he should be sober.
He secretly reminded himself that boys' faces should not be touched casually. If one makes a wrong association, it may easily lead to a crime.
Why did I have that thought? Was it really my body protesting after holding it in for too long?
But now he sleeps with Lin Qingyang every day, and the other party is like a pendant, with no private space at all, and there is no chance for him to have enough food and clothing.
No... After he gets out, he has to find a chance to relax and unwind, lest he get sick from holding it in.
Having made up his mind, Cheng Hui put the matter aside for the time being.
He and Lin Qingyang continued walking along the path. This time, they saw a rolling bright red color in front of them before they had gone too far.
"What is that?" Cheng Hui took a curious look, and was immediately stunned by the red wave that surged like the sea.
"The Reincarnation Blood Pool..." Lin Qingyang was also shocked by the scene before him.
If the blood pool refined by the elder of the Blood Demon Sect was just a pool of water, then the blood pool in front of him was clearly a sea of blood.
The boundless sea of blood was rolling with huge waves, and the bright red liquid was gurgling. The surging spiritual energy even formed a misty cloud above the blood pool. The dripping spiritual energy rain fell on the sea of blood, forming a perfect cycle.
"Reincarnation Blood Pool? Do you know what this is?" Cheng Hui heard Lin Qingyang talking to himself and couldn't help asking.
"Hmm." Lin Qingyang looked up and saw, as he expected, a large number of black silk threads were connected above the clouds, and the other ends of the threads were connected to those dry bones.
He slowly closed his eyes, as if he saw countless wailing and screaming monks being hung up by black silk threads, and a steady stream of blood falling along the black threads into the blood pool, eventually forming this huge sea of blood.
Lin Qingyang felt that this sea of blood was calling him. He had been baptized in the blood pool before, and some traces were left on his soul. This sea of blood seemed to regard him as one of its own kind, so it called him.
Lin Qingyang raised the corners of his lips slightly. This sea of blood seemed to have given birth to a little spirituality. However, this spirituality could not produce complete intelligence, so he instinctively wanted to devour his own kind to strengthen himself.
The blood sea's call to him was more like a bait. If he was too weak, he would naturally be swallowed up. But if he was strong enough, the blood sea would also become his nourishment.
Lin Qingyang lowered his eyes silently: Come on, let me see, will you assimilate me, or will I devour you.
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