Pick up a god to cultivate immortality

Mo Li suddenly grabbed Luo Qingyan's hand, "Follow me, let's rescue the person first. If it's too late, it'll be too late. She was just sent here yesterday, she should be fine!"

Luo Qingyan only saw Mo Li tinkering with the strange rock for a while, and then the strange rock moved to the side, revealing a downward staircase.

"I didn't expect this strange rock to be a trap! No wonder I only found this place when searching for a way!"

Luo Qingyan was surprised that this mechanism worked without any flaws. If it weren't for the dagger hovering here, she would have thought that her spell failed.

Mo Li made a silent gesture and mouthed, "Follow me!"

Luo Qingyan nodded clearly and followed her obediently.

It became colder and colder as it went down, and there was also a musty smell mixed with the bitter taste of herbs. In short, it was very pungent. Luo Qingyan directly blocked her five senses, and then she felt a little better.

Not long after, Mo Li stopped in front of an old broken wooden door and motioned Luo Qingyan to look inside.

Luo Qingyan carefully moved her body and looked inside the door.

The space in this house is very large, and it can accommodate about one or two thousand people. The structure of the house can only be said to be like a house carved out of a cave. It is still a house. At least there are stone tables and benches.

She couldn't see clearly from the crack in the door. She saw countless people in ragged clothes, with more or less injuries all over their bodies. Their wrists were locked with iron chains, and they were guarded by four magic soldiers. They lined up in a long queue. No matter how Luo Qingyan looked or adjusted her angle, she couldn't see the front of the team. At a glance, there are prisoners everywhere. I don’t know what they are waiting for in line.

"What are they doing?" Luo Qingyan asked Mo Li with her mind.

Mo Li glanced at her in surprise and mouthed, "You can actually communicate with your thoughts?"

Mo Li was embarrassed. She hadn't even reached the fairy realm, so she couldn't communicate with others consciously. She didn't expect that this little girl, who looked so young, was already a being above the fairy realm, which shocked her greatly. If she knew that Luo Qingyan had reached the realm of true gods, she would probably be so frightened that she died on the spot!

In fact, Feng Lishang is already in the demigod state, let alone Luo Qingyan! Mo Li just spent most of his time and energy on love and didn't care about cultivation at all, so his cultivation level was so low.

After a pause, he added, "They are all puppets captured by the demon clan. They are soaked in potion for three days. Those who survive will no longer look like humans. Then they are given another kind of medicine for seven days. During these seven days, they will Lose all their memories, lose their consciousness, and finally inject the power of the blood demon into their bodies, allowing them to obey the command of the demon clan. This is the "demon" produced by the demon clan. They are infinitely powerful, and He has the skills of an immortal cultivator and a demon, but he only surrenders to the demons, so he is the most loyal puppet of the demons!"

After Mo Li finished speaking, he saw Luo Qingyan's originally bright face darken instantly, with a sinister look on her face. His eyes were red and full of murderous intent.

She could understand why Luo Qingyan had such an expression, even though she was also a demon. But the misery of these puppets was so appalling that even a member of her own tribe felt completely unconscionable.

During the initial three days of soaking in the potion, countless people were hurt to death because they could not bear the pain. The potion would cause the person's skin to fall off piece by piece. During this process, they had to endure the stimulation of the potion. It is equivalent to slowly peeling off the skin of a living person and then throwing it into salt water. The pain will be excruciating. This first process is only one in a thousand. If only one person in a thousand can survive the pain, it will be considered. It's good now.