343 The prison in the Black Hell Ridge
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After Hei Hu fell, Feng Ming rushed over, took out his usual spirit sword from the storage ring, and chopped off his head like He Lao Er.
This time Hei Hu was completely dead, and the other cultivators were all stunned.
Regardless of Hei Hu's death or Feng Ming's final move, what kind of virtue was it to move someone's head.
Can Feng Ming say that he let people die more completely? After all, in this fantasy world, anything is possible.
Now doing this, at least the possibility is reduced to the lowest.
Feng Ming was very proud. He also contributed to Hei Hu's death. He and Brother Bai used soul power to sneak attack Hei Hu, so he looked around proudly.
The shocked Black Dragon Gang members woke up after seeing this. When they looked at the corpse of Black Tiger lying on the ground, they screamed in shock and ran away. Black
Tiger was dead, Hexuedao was dead, and the Black Dragon Gang was really finished.
If they didn't run now, when would they run? If they didn't run now, they might not be able to escape.
As members of the Black Dragon Gang, they knew how many people they had offended by showing off their power.
With Black Tiger and Hexuedao around, they were not afraid at all, but instead took advantage of their power to bully others. But now that their backers had fallen, they woke up.
As soon as these people started to run away, a cultivator's eyes turned red, and then he shouted, "Ma, you pay for my life."
This cultivator pushed the people around him and rushed out while shouting, which reminded the other cultivators.
So the cultivators present began to take revenge. In the past, they were suppressed by the black dragon, and they could only swallow their grudges with blood. Now they can settle the old scores.
Half of the cultivators ran away, and the remaining half looked at each other and began to retreat fearfully. Who knows what kind of temperament these two cultivators have, and whether they will attack them.
Ji Yuan and Qiu Yi glanced at Feng Ming and the others, turned around and followed them out.
But when he turned around, Qiu Yi gave Feng Ming a thumbs up and praised him, and sent a few words to Feng Ming.
He told Feng Ming that he and Ji Yuan decided to stay here and practice, but the gravity here was too strong, and they needed to go to the front to gradually adapt.
Feng Ming curled his lips.
In a blink of an eye, there was only a corpse and Feng Ming and Bai Qiaomo left at the scene, except for the destroyed environment.
Feng Ming rushed towards Bai Qiaomo excitedly and almost knocked him down: "Brother Fang Bai, you are awesome."
Bai Qiaomo smiled indulgently and said, "You are awesome too." Feng Ming
said proudly, "Of course I know I am awesome too. That idiot probably never figured out how he died until his death. Hehe, but you have to say, this method is really useful."
Bai Qiaomo reminded him, "There are always people better than you."
Feng Ming nodded quickly, "I know, you don't have to worry, and I know we can succeed because there is something wrong with this idiot." Feng Ming
pointed to his head, implying that it was not without problem that Black Tiger had a violent temper, and his soul sea was much more unstable than his and Bai Qiaomo's. Therefore, only when the two of them worked together could they easily destroy Black Tiger's soul sea.
Fengming turned around and touched the corpse, saying as he did so: "This guy should have taken all his belongings with him."
He searched Heihu's body and found five storage rings, two of which were worn on his hands and three were hidden on his body. Fengming felt that even if he didn't carry all of his belongings with him, he should have taken all the important things with him.
After touching the corpse, Fengming burned Heihu's body to ashes.
The same result happened to He Laoer's corpse before. It was really a way of killing without leaving any trace.
The two planned to stay here and cultivate for a while, so they got busy together, cleaning up the mess they had made before, so as not to make themselves uncomfortable.
Then they set up a formation to surround the area to prevent outsiders from disturbing them.
After finishing these tasks, the two returned to the chosen cave for cultivation.
Bai Qiaomo meditated to recover from the battle, while Feng Ming counted the gains.
Heihu had two storage rings, and Heihu had five. After counting all the belongings of the two, Feng Ming sighed, worthy of being the boss, Heihu's wealth was more than twice that of Heihu.
Just in terms of Yuanjing, Heihu's five storage rings had a total of 300 million plus a fraction, while Heihu's only had more than 100 million.
These Yuanjing alone earned more than 400 million. It must be said that this time they really made a fortune. This was the most unexpected fortune they had ever received, which immediately increased the wealth of the two to more than 1 billion.
Feng Ming rolled on the ground in excitement while holding his storage ring. At first, he thought he was awesome when he made tens of millions, and later, he thought he was going to be rich when he made more than 200 million.
Now looking back, it was nothing at that time. He was too careless. Now he is really rich.
The more than 400 million Yuan Crystals they obtained were not all low-grade. The two of them actually had quite a few middle-grade Yuan Crystals.
Moreover, the two of them placed these middle-grade Yuan Crystals separately. It can be seen that they cherished them very much and were reluctant to use them. Now they are all cheap.
Feng Ming suspected that these middle-grade Yuan Crystals were actually robbed from others. Of course, he would not be kind enough to return them to the robbed.
Once it falls into their hands, it will of course be theirs. Whoever tries to snatch it from him will be the enemy.
In addition to Yuan Jing, there are also a bunch of spiritual herbs, elixirs, spiritual tools and other spiritual materials.
In addition to spiritual herbs, there are also materials for setting up formations that Bai Qiaomo may need. Feng Ming actually doesn't care much about the other things, but after dealing with these things, Feng Ming roughly estimates that he can make another 100 or 200 million.
This is indeed much faster than working hard to refine elixirs and get Yuan Jing.
After dealing with a bunch of messy things that would pollute the eyes, Feng Ming went to the cave to look through the manuals of exercises and other books that he had searched out of the storage ring.
When Bai Qiaomo finished regulating his breathing and opened his eyes, he heard Feng Ming's annoyed voice: "What is this? How can there be such a technique?"
Bai Qiaomo asked: "What technique?"
Feng Ming was about to burn the book in his hand, but when he saw Bai Qiaomo wake up, he threw the thing to him and said with a frown: "I heard you say before that many cultivators in Beiming used the essence and blood of wild beasts to cultivate, but I didn't expect that there are people who use the essence and blood of cultivators to cultivate. This Black Tiger has taken so many lives and slaughtered all the cultivators in the town. He couldn't be cultivating this kind of thing, right?"
How is this different from the sacrificial formation seen in Yinfeng Island? It is just as evil.
Bai Qiaomo opened the book and saw that it was indeed about how to use the essence and blood of cultivators for cultivation. He rubbed his hands together and the entire book was crushed into powder.
He stood up and said, "I'll take you to a place."
"Okay," Feng Ming immediately stood up, without packing up other things, and went back to read, "Could it be related to this manual? This Black Tiger is still using the blood essence of cultivators to practice?"
Bai Qiaomo's handsome face was calm, and he nodded and said, "Yes, the reason why I want to destroy the entire Black Dragon Gang is because I know what he and Hexuedao have done. There is a prison belonging to Black Tiger in the Black Prison Ridge, which is used to detain cultivators and can provide them with blood essence at any time.
Maybe because he was afraid that the matter would be exposed and he would not be able to continue to obtain the blood essence of cultivators, Black Tiger simply captured a group of cultivators and locked them in the prison he set up to raise them. They are so that these cultivators can have a supply of blood and essence at any time."
Feng Ming was so angry that he almost exploded when he heard this. He cursed and said, "If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have let him die so quickly. At least he should have had a taste of having his blood drained out of him before he died. Ah, I regret it. I shouldn't have burned the corpse of this evil man to ashes. I should have hung his body and the body of Hexuedao at the gate of the town so that the cultivators coming and going could have a good look at their end. "
The crimes committed by the two men were simply too numerous to list. Even if they died a thousand times, it would not be enough to atone for them. It was too easy for them to die like that.
Bai Qiaomo curled his lips, dragging the cursing Feng Ming towards the prison where Hei Hu was hiding.
He had experienced it once before, so he was not as angry as before, and now he could handle this matter calmly.
Only Hei Hu and He Xue Dao knew about that place, and even Zhao Tie, the third brother, was not trusted by them. It was deeper in the middle area.
Moreover, the terrain here was a bit complicated, and combined with the formation, it was perfectly hidden.
After circling around a pile of rocks, Bai Qiaomo stopped and waved his hand again, breaking the formation in front of him, and a downward passage appeared in front of the two of them.
The prison was actually underground in the Black Hell Ridge. If Feng Ming came in alone, it would be impossible for him to find it.
The two entered the passage and walked down. The gravity doubled. When the gravity was close to forty times and Feng Ming felt that he was about to be crushed, they walked out of the passage and entered a dim underground space.
With the help of the lighting tools taken out by Bai Qiaomo, Feng Ming saw iron cages one by one. As far as he could see, there was a cultivator in each iron cage.
When they found someone coming in, the cultivators in the cages that were close, either sitting or lying down, just glanced lazily and then lowered their eyes again.
Past experience told them that any resistance was useless. The Black Tiger and the Blood-Healing Knife of the Black Dragon Gang would not give them a chance to live.
When all the blood in their bodies was drained, their death would come.
Instead of arguing, it would be better to save some energy and see who would be the unlucky one to have their blood drawn this time.
Although Feng Ming was informed in advance by Bai Qiaomo, he was still shocked when he saw the situation here. He gritted his teeth and said, "What a crazy thing! It really made them die too easily."
The cultivator in the nearest cage sat there with his back against the wall. When someone came in, he did not move at all.
But because of what he heard, he looked up and saw that they were two unfamiliar cultivators.
Feng Ming also looked over, and their eyes met. Feng Ming exclaimed in surprise: "Aren't you the junior brother of Qin Jian from the Fierce Wind Sect? How come you are here in Black Prison Ridge?"
Feng Ming looked up at Bai Qiaomo again and found that he didn't look surprised at all, which was completely different from himself. It was obvious that he knew that this man was in the prison of Black Prison Ridge.
This guy is Qin Jian's junior brother. Could it be that Qin Jian came here later in his previous life and fought side by side with Brother Bai here?