This step-shaped secret passage leading to the underground is not very long, and it is pitch black all around and there is no light.

Meng Zhao followed Zhou Gushan's energy and maintained a safe enough distance, quietly following him.

And as he continued to penetrate the ground, the viscous and bloody smell filled the air became more and more obvious.

After walking for about four minutes, I discovered another world, an empty and wide altar-shaped square created by man for excavation.

The square is covered with rough and strong Yunzhou magnets, embedded on all sides, and surrounded the altar into a very regular circle.

These Yunzhou magnets are also engraved with simple lines but seemingly a kind of profound magical mural, making the already dark and wet underground even more gloomy and terrifying and weird.

This is not the most scary thing. When Meng Zhao used his entire martial arts and shrank on the upper edge of the secret passage exit, he could see the altar that was concave like a basin, filled with bright red liquid, thick and thick, accompanied by boiling bubbles.

Gululu, Gulululu, the rich bloody smell emitted in the air, the source is the red liquid.

"All these are blood? That energy is hidden in this pool of blood?"

Meng Zhao was shocked, but he was not surprised, but kept in the best hidden state.

He vaguely felt that he was about to come into contact with the core secrets of the Zhou family, which might surprise him.

Zhou Gushan had obviously been accustomed to everything in front of him. When he walked out of the secret passage, he jumped gently and jumped onto a flat round platform not far from the altar. He respectfully knelt down to the blood pool and said softly,

"Sun'er Gushan asked grandpa to see him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Zhao's pupils shrank. Isn't Zhou Gushan's grandfather the Huikong apprentice who took over the Zhou family's large business, Zhou Wangqiao?

According to legend, this person had passed away long ago. Unexpectedly, it was just a false news spread by the Zhou family. Not only did this person not die, but his martial arts had undergone earth-shaking changes. He was probably already accomplished the master martial arts that Huikong had achieved in the past.

However, although Zhou Wangqiao was not good at character, he was Huikong's personal disciple. Whether it was the technique of sacrificing the body or the Great Demon-subduing Fist, they were all the most serious Buddhist skills, which contained peace and righteousness and performed very well.

Why does it seem that it is even more demonic than the evil demon masters that Meng Zhao saw in the Bian Narcissus Palace?

Meng Zhao suppressed the doubts in his heart, held his breath, and quietly paid attention to the changes in the blood pool.

As Zhou Gushan finished speaking, the blood pool, which was originally surging bubbles, suddenly changed violently. Large pieces of blood evaporated by terrifying power, turning into a misty blood mist floating on it.

There were even a bunch of bright red blood that continued to gather, condense, pull, and deform, and eventually turned into a blood-colored lotus platform, lifting a person hidden in this hazy blood mist in the air, like a Bodhisattva descending to earth.

However, unlike the Bodhisattva who truly compassionately saves all living beings, this person's aura is strange and evil. The blood lotus under his seat seems to contain endless evil spirits, and there are countless ghost hands waving inside, which is more like a great demon than a Buddha.

Not only that, there was a chain as thick as an arm in front and back of his chest, running through the man's body, locking him firmly in this pool of blood.

As he sat cross-legged on the blood lotus condensed by blood, the four thick chains were broken straight, as if in danger of breaking at any time.

"What happened in Gushan?"

Meng Zhao could see that this person did not speak or use the so-called ventral dysfunction. Instead, he used true qi to shake the air, generate fluctuations, and emit syllables, so he seemed very stiff and dry.

When Zhou Gushan saw the person in front of him, he was happy at first, and then his face was solemn, and he poured out his family's current difficulties and the aggressive attitude of the General Du Cult. Finally, he said,

"Grandpa, my grandson really can't hold on anymore, so I want to discuss with my grandpa what to do. If I continue, it won't take much time to complete the foundation created by my grandpa will be swallowed up by Pudu."

Meng Zhao also heard these clearly, and understood that Zhou Gushan and Puduism were indeed related.

But it seems to be very different from what he expected. The relationship between the two is a relationship between coercion and being coercion, not from the sincerity, but may turn against each other at any time.

At present, Zhou Gushan seems to be unable to endure the exploitation of the Pudu Church and wants to find Zhou Wangqiao to have an idea.

This is strange. In Meng Zhao's view, since the Pudu Sect was willing to take out a statue of a treasure that contained the power of the master's martial arts to the Zhou family, the relationship between the two parties must be extraordinary, but they did not expect that their speculation was so far away from the facts.

"No, if this treasure is not intended to add foundation to the Zhou family, then is it to monitor or threaten the Zhou family? Or is the fundamental purpose of this Zhou Wangqiao in front of you?"

The only thing that can make the master care about is the master.

Master Zhou Wangqiao's martial arts is like a shameless mouse. He built such an underground altar in his back house and hid it in it. He probably had the idea of ​​avoiding danger and trouble.

Then, the most likely source of this threat is Huikong, the Thirteen Evil Monk who was betrayed by him.

Suddenly, an indescribable inspiration burst out in Meng Zhao's mind, summing up the information he had learned in recent days, and suddenly understood something.

The Pudu Cult may have an indescribable and unclear relationship with Huikong.

This is by no means a simple conjecture, but a conclusion derived from certain facts and information.

Over there, Zhou Wangqiao, who was above the blood pool, did not find his hiding place, and had been exposed. He did not expect that there would be a mere innate warrior who was hiding his path in front of him, making him unable to notice it.

After hearing Zhou Gushan’s complaints and helplessness, he continued to shake the air with his true energy and made a sound, saying,

"I already know this. You can continue to endure it. No matter what the Pudu Church wants to do, you should do it.

Now your father is still in the hands of Pudu Cult. He is not in danger of his life for the time being, but he can explore the foundation of Pudu Cult.

If there is anything unusual about you, I am afraid your father will lose his life.

Gushan, the reason why our Zhou family can accomplish things is not because of how powerful it is now, but because we have the power and ability.

Even if the Zhou family in Lingwu City is gone, it will not be difficult for my grandparents and grandchildren to work hard to find another Zhou family that is ten times stronger than the present.
Chapter completed!