The little beggar may remember Mu Feng's voice throughout his life. Mu Feng is the only one who stands out for him, so as soon as Mu Feng spoke, the little beggar heard Mu Feng's voice.

He seemed very excited, but his face looked very ugly at this moment, with a strange white appearance on his face, a faint blood color appeared in his eyes, and even black patterns appeared on his body.

These are the beauty of the demons. At this time, these mortals have been forced to become believers of the demons!

"They took us here directly, and then asked us to practice and take that kind of pill, saying that it would make us powerful monks!"

The little beggar's face was full of excitement and fanaticism. Even among mortals, the little beggar was bullied. Now he suddenly had a chance to become a monk, which was like a pie falling from the sky.

Then he continued to ask, "Benefactor, are you here specifically to see me?"

"No." Mu Feng refused ruthlessly, but after thinking for a while, he still spoke: "But I'm very happy to see that you are still alive."

"Remember, these pills cannot really make you stronger. This method is to consume your life and stop practicing!"

The little beggar shook his head and said, "Benefactor, I don't want to give up such an opportunity. I can feel that I am very strong now. As long as I have always been so strong, no one can bully me!"

At this time, he had been eroded by the demonic energy and became stubborn and irritable, but he still had a trace of human nature.

Mu Feng didn't know how to stop the little beggar. If he took action, he would definitely be discovered, and maybe even the demon would escape directly.

So he can't rescue the little beggar for the time being.

"Take the pills you took to me and see!" Mu Feng said softly.

The little beggar nodded and took out a blood-red pill from the space holy artifact beside him. The rich bloody smell rushed straight into his nose, and the pill was as if it was condensed from blood.

Mu Feng frowned and checked it, feeling shocked, because it turned out to be a "blood elixir", which is a pill made by adding blood to other materials.

Such a pill may require the blood of a living adult to be successfully refined!

Blood alchemy can stimulate a person's potential, burn life, and quickly improve his cultivation, but it has great side effects on the body, reduces life span, and makes people lose their minds and turn into monsters.

Moreover, Mu Feng discovered that the blood elixirs taken by the mortals here have basically been transformed, so that the elixirs can also work for the mortals.

It is hard to imagine how much blood is needed for these tens of thousands of young mortals to practice by taking blood alchemy all the time.

Holding the blood pill in his hand, Mu Feng had the urge to destroy all this place, but he finally endured it. Even if he destroyed this small world, the demon would continue to act.

Therefore, the demons must be completely eradicated to completely solve this problem.

Suddenly, Mu Feng remembered something and immediately took it out. It was the immortal stone I got on Penglai Immortal Island!

The fairy stone emitted a soft light, which was incompatible with the atmosphere in the cave space. After the little beggar came into contact with the light of the fairy stone, the blood-colored light in his eyes faded away quickly!

Mu Feng was delighted and asked quickly: "How are you?"

"Benefactor?" The little beggar's eyes were a little confused, as if he had woken up from a big dream, "I seemed to have had a strange dream..."

"It's not a dream, it's all true, but now I can't do anything..." Mu Feng said with some reluctance in his heart.

A trace of fear slowly appeared in the little beggar's eyes: "Benefactor, will I die here?"

"No, I will definitely save you. Wait for me for a while, remember not to take blood alchemy again, and don't continue practicing according to the methods they teach you!" Mu Feng hurriedly reminded.

But the little beggar trembled and pointed his hand at the blood pool ahead: "Benefather, if I don't practice, they will... beat me to death!"

Mu Feng looked up and saw that he had not seen before. In front of the blood pool, there were actually several young people's corpses hanging, covered with scars. They seemed to have been dead for many days, and their bodies began to rot, so they became even more ferocious.

"Is this the person they beaten to death?" Mu Feng immediately clenched his fists, and the blood alchemy in his hand was directly clenched into powder.

The little beggar nodded mutely: "Yes, if you don't practice, it will end up. Benefactor, I dare not..."

"Okay, I understand, but you have to persevere. Even if you practice, you can be lazy and pretend. Otherwise, in the end, even I may not be able to save you!" Mu Feng said helplessly.

If you don’t practice, you will die. This is the truth they know after they come here.

So on the one hand, they are addicted to the illusion of this powerful force, and on the other hand, they are also because of this bloody shock.

Mu Feng shook his head helplessly: "Okay, I'll leave first. Remember your kindness in your heart. I will come back again. If you know any news, you must tell me."

The little beggar kept nodding, and when Mu Feng was about to leave, he suddenly said, "By the way, benefactor, I have something to give to you!"

As he said that, he took out a few steamed buns from his arms. Although the surface was dirty, it was well preserved. "I may not be able to eat a steamed bun for several days before, so I think steamed buns are the best food in the world. Here they will give us steamed buns every day. I think one day I will see my benefactor, so I stole me

I'll give you the steamed buns I secretly hid... "

The little beggar said carefully. He couldn't see Mu Feng, so he could only whisper to the air in front of him, fearing that Mu Feng would dislike him.

Because he knew in his heart that what he regarded as a treasure was not worth mentioning to others, but this was the most precious thing he could take out.

Mu Feng felt warm in his heart. This probably represented the deepest respect of a mortal, so he stretched out his hand and only took a steamed bun.

"It tastes good, but I can't eat so much. You can eat the rest yourself. You have to make your body stronger so that I can save you, do you understand?"

The little beggar suddenly smiled brightly, and even the fear in his heart was diluted a lot.

"I understand, benefactor!"

Mu Feng turned around and left, ate the steamed buns in his hand in a few bites, and quietly came to the blood pool. After walking in, he could see two monks sitting in the corner next to the blood pool.
Chapter completed!