Deng Qing Throw away the clothes you changed and move on.
The roads inside the Underground Palace have become extremely complicated due to various damages.
Some corridors were blocked by collapsed stone walls when they reached the end; while some places seemed to be connected, but when he got closer, he found that they were separated by deep ravines.
Deng Qing makes seven twists and turns, and whenever there is a fork in the road, it urges Blood Control Art to reconfirm the coordinates.
After walking like this for a while, the sound of people suddenly came from the front, mixed with the sound of heavy objects mopping the floor.
Deng Qing rushed closer, found a hiding place and got in as a cover, looking out through the branches with Blink Method.
He was afraid that staring would alarm the people over there.
I saw a square pool opening more than ten feet in front of me.
The pool was filled with dark red liquid, with fine foam floating on the surface, and the fishy smell in the pool could be smelled from a long distance away.
Five men with red scarves tied on their arms were busy by the pool.
Their job is to drag corpses one by one from a distance and throw them into the pool.
And those corpses were thrown into the pool, and after splashing a splash of water, they did not float, just like the water disappeared into the water.
Deng Qing looked around to make sure there was no one else around, thinking that there was a risk of being discovered if he ran away secretly.
And there is a road ahead that must be passed. If we really have to wait for these people to finish their work, we don't know how long it will take.
He didn't want to wait any longer, so he immediately rushed out of the forest and ran straight towards the few people.
"Who?"
A man with triangular eyes was the first to notice something was wrong, and then he blurted out, Deng Qing was approaching.
Deng Qing punched down, and Triangle Eye's blocking arm was hit immediately. Triangle Eye felt like he had been struck by a beast, and was forced to close his arm towards his chest by the huge force.
Immediately afterwards, the force on Deng Qing's fist was fully realized, and the arm covering the chest with the triangular eye broke apart.
The ferocious force hit Triangle Eye's chest, and his chest collapsed instantly, and even the clothes on his back exploded.
The next moment, he flew backwards and hit Stone Pillar beside the pool, his blood and flesh splattered all over the ground.
In an instant, everyone woke up and rushed towards Deng Qing with shouts.
A man on the left came forward with a sword, the sword flashed brightly, and hit Deng Qing's arm continuously. Deng Qing did not dodge, but stepped forward directly and smashed his throat bone with one palm.
The man's eyes were wide open until he died. He didn't believe that there was such a domineering Kung Fu practitioner in the world who could ignore weapons. Before the man's body fell to the ground, Deng Qing had already pounced on the other two people.
Then, two more muffled sounds were heard.
One person was knocked up in the air and hit hard on the edge of a stone flat, with half of his body smashed to pieces.
The other person threw out the meteor hammer, and received a heavy punch on his head and face. He fell on his back and blood spurted out.
The last person lost his courage and turned around to run. After taking two steps, a shadow had already circled in front of him, blocking his way.
Deng Qing took action with a Elephant Hurls, Mountain Crumbles, slamming the man against the stone wall.
Suddenly, the whole world became pure.
From the moment Deng Qing was launched to the end, it was just a matter of seconds, and it was incredibly clean and tidy.
Deng Qing did not dare to delay, quickly cleaned the battlefield, and quickly collected the money, medicine bottles and other odds and ends into Waist Pouch.
As for the weapons on the ground, he was really powerless and could only reluctantly abandon them.
After cleaning up, his attention was focused on the red scarves on everyone's arms, and he thought to himself, since I have changed my face, why not borrow another identity?
At that moment, Deng Qing took off the red scarf from a corpse, shook it, and tied it on his arm.
Unexpectedly, just after tying it, the color on the red scarf began to fade.
Deng Qing hurriedly looked at the red scarves on the other corpses. The color on them was also fading rapidly.
Deng Qing secretly said, Donghuang Cult can use it as an identity mark, it is really not an ordinary thing.
As soon as he had an idea, he used his sword to draw blood from the ground and stained it on the gauze. The strange thing was that the blood could not hang on the scarf.
Deng Qing let out a light sigh, unfolded the gauze scarf, activated Blood Control Art, and a wisp of blood penetrated the gauze scarf.
Soon, Deng Qing noticed that there was a very subtle blood energy guidance map left in the gauze scarf, like a formation.
He thought for a while, pricked his fingertip, dropped a drop of his own blood, and then activated a trace of Blood Baleful Intent, spreading the drop of blood little by little according to the trajectory of the guidance map.
Sure enough, the blood hung firmly on the gauze scarf, instantly dyeing it red.
Almost at the same time, he discovered that the blood on several corpses began to flow uncontrollably toward the blood pool.
Deng Qing walked to the edge of the pool, picked up a relatively complete body, and threw it in.
In an instant, the water in the pond turned up, and the body quickly melted away.
Deng Qing pulled out Desolate Iron Sword from behind, reached into the blood pool, stirred it twice, and then stirred up some water.
The dark red liquid stuck to the tip of the sword and was so thick that it turned black.
Deng Qing immediately condensed Blood Baleful Intent, separated a blood thread, and plunged into the blood drop on the tip of the sword.
Then, he activated Devour Heaven Scripture to extract drops of blood. As soon as he drew out a wisp of blood, Deng Qing felt something was wrong.
As soon as the strange blood energy entered his body, it seemed like pieces of glass shards were being introduced into his body, making him feel unspeakably uncomfortable.
Deng Qing quickly retracted the blood streaks and used Blood Control Art to force the strange blood out of the body.
Looking at the tip of the sword again, the originally sticky blood had condensed into a drop of red and black blood.
Deng Qing shook the sword gently, blood drops fell to the ground and quickly seeped into the ground.
Deng Qing was secretly shocked, this thing is really evil.
He now has all the Devour Heaven Scripture Grand Mastery, Blood Control Art methods in his heart. He can already guess that this pool is probably a blood pool made of countless flesh and blood.
As for whether to use Hundred-Skeleton Blood-Refining Formation or Nine Yin Baleful-Aggregation Formation, he couldn't decide.
But one thing is certain, there must be a large blood gathering array operating here, and these pools are cells for collecting blood.
But what's the use of collecting such a huge and violent power?
Deng Qing Still can't figure it out.
After all, he felt uncomfortable all over after just one drop of the liquid in the blood pool.
I don't know how many blood pools there are like this. With so much mixed blood energy being directed to one place, what a terrifying power it must be?
Donghuang Cult What the hell are these guys doing?
Deng Qing racked his brains and couldn't think of a reason, but since it was planned by the enemy, he had to destroy it if he had the ability.
He dragged a lot of collapsed Stone Pillar and threw them directly into the pool.
But Stone Pillar had just entered, and the blood in the blood pool suddenly began to sink, as if it had been sucked away in advance.
The more Deng Qing looked, the weirder it became. Now, he put Desolate Iron Sword away and continued moving in the locked direction.
He walked in twists and turns for more than a hundred breaths, and there was movement in front of him again.
Deng Qing stopped against a wall, looked out, and saw a pool of blood again.
Three Donghuang Cult men tied with red gauze scarves also threw corpses into the pool.
Not far from them, dozens of corpses lay scattered everywhere.
Deng Qing stared at the corpses for a while, frowning.
He had seen several of the faces, and they were all Martial Artist who entered Underground Palace with him and others.
There is a broad-faced guy who once shouted in the square that he wanted to separate Fortune Meat, but now he is lying here with half of his face soaked in a pool of blood.
In addition to these people, there were several corpses wearing standard armor. Judging from their appearance, they should be regular troops sent in by Command Center.
These people are naturally the core strength of Command Center.
What makes Deng Qing horrified is that there are several people with faded red scarves tied on their arms, who are clearly Donghuang Cult people. The three Donghuang Cult congregants in front of them also threw the corpses of their own people into the pool without any hesitation.
"It's really unlucky! What kind of job can't you find? Find a job like this."
The fattest one among the three grabbed a corpse and dragged it by its feet, bowing forward with disgust on his face.
The thin man who was busy not far away said angrily, "If you think it's dirty, just let go. When Cao Senior Brother comes, tell him to go ahead."
"I can't even say two sentences?"
Walking to the edge of the pool, the fat man threw the body out angrily, wiped the blood on his clothes, and cursed, "Others are going to hunt for treasures and kill thieves to perform meritorious deeds, but we are here to move dead people. This is fishy and smelly, and it makes my stomach churn."
The third man with a mustache was dragging the corpse of a soldier and hummed. "Stop riding the horse, beep beep, finish it quickly. If you delay any longer, another batch will be sent later."
When the fat man heard this, he felt even more unlucky, spat, turned around and dragged the next one away.
Deng Qing secretly calculated that if the three low-level NPCs were done, it wouldn't take much effort.
At that moment, he stepped out, secretly gathering his energy, and was about to take action, when the fat man suddenly raised his head and saw him.
"Hey, you!"
The fat man waved at him, "What are you still doing there? Come here and help me! You horseman, have you been here a long time ago? You were hiding somewhere to be lazy, and you just showed up now!"
Deng Qing was stunned for a moment, and then the energy stored in his palms dissipated.
He knew that the red scarf on his arm was working.
The thin man and the mustache also angrily accused Deng Qing of being a thief.
Deng Qing's mind was spinning, and he walked over slowly and said in a humming voice, "Stop blabbering, which movie are you from?"
The fat man snorted and asked, "Which one is it? It can complete the scene. I am with Cao Ma Senior Brother. The two of them are with Duan Senior Brother. Who are you with?"
Deng Qing said, "Me and Xiong Senior Brother."
"Bear Senior Brother?"
The fat man was startled, "Which bear Senior Brother?"
Deng Qing said without changing his expression, "Blood Butcher Xiong Zhen, you don't know?"
The three of them had contempt on their faces at the same time.
The fat man hummed, "A mere Bone-Tempering Two has been confused as Senior Brother. It's a joke to say it out loud. Blood Butcher is just a joke, but you still take it seriously. I don't know how you got there."
The thin man and the mustache also mocked.
It's not that Deng Qing didn't know that he was here, Xiong Zhen of Bone-Tempering Two would not be on the stage, but he also knew Xiong Zhen in Donghuang Cult. At this moment, it was the time to confirm his identity as a member of Donghuang Cult, so naturally he could only pile up the known acquaintances of Donghuang Cult to the front.
Seeing Deng Qing admitting that Xiong Zhen is doing Senior Brother, the three fat men decided that Deng Qing was miserable and arranged for him to do work one after another.
Deng Qing is not lazy when he wants to talk nonsense and works very hard.
When the three of them saw him on the road, they didn't give him any trouble.
Deng Qing started teasing them with words and started chatting with the three of them.
Knowing that the three of them were dissatisfied with this work arrangement, he followed their lead and quickly gained great sympathy from the three of them.
After chatting for a while, Deng Qing said, "Come to think of it, I always feel that something is not quite right about our operation."
The fat man asked, "What's wrong?"
Deng Qing said, "We said before that when we get here, we will decide the outcome with the Imperial Court gang of bastards. But we have been here for so long, and it seems that the fight is not intense. Sometimes we encounter the Imperial Court gang of bastards, and even take a detour?"
The detour mentioned by Deng Qing means that when Sealing Wall was breached, after the people from Donghuang Cult entered, they ran away without engaging the people from Command Center.
The fat man sneered, "You know nothing."
As he said that, he picked up a corpse and threw it into the pool, "The arrangements have been made from above. Let's come here to help and get some nutrients. Why do we need to fight with others?"
Those granite heads must fight to the death with Imperial Court's troops and eventually die here.
For those of us who are sensible, when we come out this time, I think it's almost like going on a trip."
Deng Qing was about to ask a question when he said, "According to me, you really can't underestimate those bastards Imperial Court. I heard that Command Center sent all Huang Changhe in."
Deng Qing continued, "I've heard of this guy, but it's impossible. The elder of the True Yang Martial Sect, that's the real Furnace Realm.
Here Wasteland Qi is domineering, how can Furnace Realm get in?"
The fat man sneered, "What level are you at? How many questions do you know? Elder Huang must have come in."
However, if he comes in, it will only do us good, not harm."
Deng Qing frowned, "What did you say? We also have more powerful people here?"
The thin man and the mustachioed man also became interested and looked at the fat man together.
The fat man had enough fun and scolded, "There are too many, I can't tell you, but think about it, if the higher-ups are not sure about this fight for Wasteland Veins, how can they not even send powerful people here?"
I've heard that the teaching center is already preparing for the large-scale development of Wasteland Veins. You know, we haven't finished the fight here. Who would do this if we weren't confident?"
The thin man perked up after hearing this, "In that case, let's wait for the good news."
Deng Qing and his mustache also followed suit. Deng Qing was thinking in his heart, could it be possible that Huang Changhe would take the risk of being exposed and pin Wasteland Veins for Donghuang Cult?
The more he thought about it, the more likely it was, but he said, "In that case, what are we still doing with that Mutant? It's neither human nor ghost, so wouldn't it be easier to just throw it into the pond and add it as nutrients?"
The fat man was confused, "What Mutant?"
"That guy with the tall spine on his back."
Deng Qing gestured behind his back, "That guy was shirtless, his eyes were red, and he had to be escorted away."
"Oh, you're talking about him."
The fat man suddenly realized, "That's a medicine introduction. It will be useful later. How can you just throw it away?"
Deng Qing's heart tightened, medicine introduction!
But there was no sign of anything strange on his face, and he nodded and said, "I'm just telling you that such a loser, why does he need someone to watch over him?"
The fat man waved his hand impatiently and said, "Okay, you talk very secretly. If you don't know, you might think that you are Imperial Court's Spy. Stop talking nonsense and get to work quickly."
Deng Qing stopped asking any more questions and was thinking about whether to deal with these people. Then he thought, maybe if he followed these three guys, he would have a greater chance of making a move.
Having made up his mind, he patiently threw the body away.
After a while, dozens of corpses were thrown away.
The fat man wiped off a piece of blood on his hand with the sole of his shoe and took a deep breath, "It's finally over. Come on, let's go..."
Deng Qing Three people responded one after another.
The four of them left the blood pool, walked around two corners, and then passed through a collapsed stone beam. After more than a hundred breaths, they passed through a broken stone gate again, and the front suddenly opened up.
I saw fifty or sixty Donghuang Cult people gathered in front of a mostly collapsed palace, resting quietly.
The return of the four people was like pebbles thrown into the sea, causing almost no waves.
It wasn't until Deng Qing approached Zhang Yan that he was about three feet away, that someone pointed at Deng Qing and asked, "Who are you? You have such a tight face. How come you haven't seen him before?"
Deng Qing ignored the man and stared at Zhang Yan with mixed feelings in his heart.
At this moment, Zhang Yan was guarded by two people, sitting huddled next to a broken stone statue. He was still naked, with the backbone on his back pushing up the flesh. His red eyes were staring at the ground, clearly ignorant, and he roared from time to time in his throat.
"Hey, why don't you answer?"
The person who greeted Deng Qing was annoyed.