After discovering the existence of the Realm Sect, Hang Wusong was not so interested in picking medicinal materials.

If this news is spread to a realm where you can go to the third realm, there will definitely be many people coming!

Hang Wusong does not plan to be a good person, and news about the realm must be exchanged for the greatest benefit.

And if this benefit is a realm stone, it will inevitably be targeted by the family, and even half of it will be separated.

If you choose elixirs, the elixirs in the fourth realm only exist in the hands of all the senior members of the family. It is said that in the entire Ziyang City, there are only a handful of elixirs above level three! Then the remaining low-level elixirs are meaningless to him.

After thinking about it, Hang Wusong had only one last choice, which was the blood field of the Evil Blood Alliance!

The blood field is some forces of the evil blood alliance, which specifically release blood and give some closed rooms to some warriors to practice. Practice there for half a year. If you are willing to spend money, it is possible to get one year of cultivation and growth in one day!

Thinking of this, Hang Wusong believed that telling the news to the people of the Evil Blood Alliance would only expose the benefits to him alone, which is considered to maximize the benefits and improve his cultivation level, which is the most direct way!

After thinking about it, he went to do it. Hang Wusong did not tell anyone about the secret of the cave. After picking the medicinal materials for a day, he finally couldn't stand his hunger and returned the next morning.

Along the way, the other three were delighted with the medicinal materials they harvested this time. How many jingmen stones will be sold when they return to the city? How should they enjoy it after obtaining the jingmen stones?

At this time, no one noticed that Hang Wusong had been watching the terrain from side to side. He wanted to remember the mountain in his mind. The dark cave was his opportunity, and he had to keep the route in mind!

Time has returned to the present, in the north of the Fourth Realm, in the main hall of the Blood Hall, and Hang Wusong's news, I have indeed obtained what I want, and enjoy the tremendous and rich energy in the blood field, and work hard to improve my cultivation!

At the same time, the hall master Lu Hanxiang issued an order to take Hang Wusong to the cave where you can go to the third realm!

With the order issued, the entire Blood Hall began to act.

The Evil Blood Alliance is considered to be a cult demon sect, and everyone can kill it. Therefore, the people in the Blood Hall Palace are also very hidden, and there are only twelve elders and the hall master who knows the purpose of the operation, and the others are just coolies who accompany them.

Thousands of people hid in the mountains and forests during the day and rushed to the fantasy forest in the dark at night. They encountered small villages along the way. If they were not discovered, they would pass by quietly. If they were discovered, then the people from that small village would become providers of blood and die.

After five days of travel, Hang Wusong did not feel like he was picking up girls to play, because he was imprisoned and his hands and legs were broken. Although the pills could restore his limbs, he or their Hang family could not afford to repair the broken hands and feet!

Hang Wusong was like Jesus, nailed to the cross wood. A silly man with a huge body was rushing on the road with Hang Wusong on his back. From time to time, he would put Hang Wusong in front of him to guide the way.

With such a fate, Hang Wusong never expected that the people from the Blood Hall would treat him like this.

However, no matter how fantasy the world is, there is no medicine for regret, and no one can travel through time and space to the past. Moreover, before someone broke his limbs, Hang Wusong always believed that selling the news to the Blood Hall was the most correct choice he made in his life!

At the edge of the fantasy forest, the thick fog seemed to be stronger than before. Hang Wusong was very confused. He was nailed to the cross wood and was carried by someone all the way. He felt very uncomfortable and wanted to go to the place early and lie down to rest. But, when he arrived at the place, could he still have a chance to survive?

With the cruel methods of the Blood Hall Palace, Hang Wusong's not stupid brain asserted that he would never have a chance to survive unless... bring the people from the Blood Hall Palace to the fantasy forest and get lost! If he dies, he will also let more people be buried with him!

The fantasy forest, more than two thousand people, pierced in one head. The leader was a strong and stupid man. The foolish man took a cross wood as a crutch, held it in front of him, took two steps, and then pested the cross wood on the ground.

It was uncomfortable to be carried by someone on his back. Every time the limbs were shaking, it would bring heart-wrenching pain. Now, every two steps, he would follow the cross wood to the ground. Hang Wusong wanted to faint from the pain, but next time he stomped on the ground, he would wake up again!

It's like a light switch, it's a bit of pain, and it's a bit of pain, and it's a bit of pain, and it's a bit of pain, and it's a bit of pain.

The repeated torture was not the ignorant man, but intentionally!

Every time you pestle, blood will flow out of the wounds on Hang Wusong's limbs and drip onto the ground, allowing the people behind you to smell the smell of blood, and don't get lost because of the thick fog.

There is nothing wrong with doing this, but they don’t understand the thick fog in the Phantom Forest, and the fog that can even be blocked by perception. How useful is that little blood?

On the contrary, blood appears in the mountains and forests, and ferocious beasts with sensitive sense of smell will also come to their sense of taste.

One hour later, more than two thousand people were still moving in the thick fog. The thick fog was so thick that they could only see the people next to them. People who were a step apart could not see their faces clearly.

"Ah!" "Ghost!" "Devil...Devil!"

The miserable screams sounded in the mountains and forests, and the frequency of the sound became increasingly dense.

Some people accidentally fell off the cliff, some were in the thick fog, and accidentally got a close eye to face some wild beasts, and a few met the chimpanzee who was so scared that he was evenly urinating.

As more and more screams, the sound of screaming changed in the thick fog, just the bubbles under the water, "Gulu...Gulu...Gulu...Gulu..."

The palace master walked around the twelve elders and was a little scared, "This...what is this place?! Take the person who gave the news and ask if he wants to kill us all here!"

The Palace Master's cultivation level has reached the realm of the Little Beast King, and his perception is stronger than that of the others. Why did the two thousand people who followed him scream? He knew very well, but he could not tell others, for fear of confusing people's hearts and causing the timid guys under his command to retreat.

After ordering Hang Wusong to be brought, the palace master Lu Hanxiang suppressed his timidity and laughed heartily, "Hahaha! There is actually a magic sound here that disturbs people's minds! There must be something extraordinary! Don't be afraid! Any sound is caused by the thick fog here!"

This sentence not only demonstrates the extraordinary knowledge of the palace master, but also calms people's hearts.

With Hang Wusong being brought back by the strong silly man, he was two meters away from the Palace Master and could not see anyone.
Chapter completed!