I, a minor character, fell into the Shura field of the heroine and the villain

If there was a Blood Luo Sect stronghold here, it would definitely be heavily guarded. If only a few Wanghe Sect disciples strayed in, they would probably never return.

In fact, when they were searching for information in the Wanghe Sect's archives, they discovered that many disciples came to Qiaomen Mountain for training every year, and several people disappeared here every year.

But everyone thought that those people were killed by monsters and no one suspected that there was anything strange going on underground.

"Wait, I seem to have detected something ahead." Zhao Kangping's spiritual sense discovered a group of underground caves.

But he held the woman's hand tightly and said, "No, there is a strong bloody aura there. There may be something ominous in there."

They have dived to a depth of more than 20 miles underground, and such a deep underground location does provide good concealment.

Using their spiritual sense, they saw that the caves were shrouded in a layer of ominous red aura.

……

Feng Buxuan passed through a deep and winding passage and came to an underground cave.

After stepping into a vast underground space, he saw the bone ground at the bottom of the cave, which was piled with corpses.

The corpses here included both human and demonic beasts, but the majority were human. Some bones had long since weathered and decayed, while others seemed newly buried, with bits of flesh and blood still clinging to them.

These corpses have one thing in common: they have no skulls. They are all headless corpses.

Then these bones seemed to have been crushed by heavy objects and appeared to be flat.

No matter how many times he'd been here, Feng Buxuan still felt sick the moment he smelled the stench and the smell of decaying corpses. Even with his immense concentration, he could barely suppress the nausea.

There was always a dim light here. He once asked the people here what was burning in those bone lamps hanging from the ceiling?

The man replied that it was corpse oil.

From time to time, a fishy and smelly wind blew in the dim underground space, giving Feng Buxuan goosebumps.

This place is so weird that sometimes he can even hear the whispers of wronged souls.

He would never forget the first time he was brought here. The shock and fear he felt at that moment were still fresh in his memory. Looking at the corpses buried in the earth, he felt a chill in his heart, fearing that he would become one of them if he was not careful.

Walking on the skeletons, the ground under his feet made a crackling sound, and Feng Buxuan felt uncomfortable.

After walking for a while, he came to a hall built of corpses and saw many shadowy figures in the distance.

He stood in the distance, looking at those half-human, half-ghost figures with their hands raised high, kneeling on their knees and muttering something, knowing that this was not the time to move forward rashly.

He could only stop and look around.

There are many pillars in the hall that are also made of corpses, but coiled on them are flesh and blood creatures that look like snakes and worms.

When they heard someone approaching, the flesh and blood worms raised their skull-like faces, their four-petal mouths split open, revealing scarlet fangs.

After seeing Feng Buxuan, they didn't focus on him for too long and quickly coiled around the pillar again.

If they didn't occasionally wriggle, people might think they were dead.

Feng Buxuan cast his gaze towards the depths of the hall, where there was a huge throne built of a large number of skulls.

Whenever Feng Buxuan saw the magnificent throne stained with blood, he would feel dizzy and have an urge to worship it from the bottom of his heart.

Just as those who now kneel before the huge skull seat and keep shouting:

Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull sacrifice to the Skull Throne...

In fact, the Blood Luomen has another nickname, which is the Blood Skull Gate.

This demon sect is actually quite different from ordinary demonic forces because they believe in an alien god called the Blood God.

The other demonic forces nowadays cannot tolerate the Blood Luo Sect, believing them to be heretical. In fact, they should be classified as evil cultivators, as their bloody cultivation methods are truly evil.

Over 10,000 years ago, the Blood Skull Sect hoped to spread the glory of the Blood God throughout the world of immortal cultivation, wreaking havoc on the world. At that time, the Blood Skull Sect was powerful, attracting many demonic forces, and threatened to sweep across the world.

However, their glorious days did not last long, as they attracted the encirclement and suppression of many immortal sects.

In order to fight against the entire world of immortal cultivation, the Blood Skull Sect sacrificed many lives and summoned the messenger of the Blood God from a distant world.

A terrifying divine messenger bestowed with the title of Champion by the Blood God.

How powerful was that envoy of God? Even the documents circulating within the Blood Roman Sect only contain a few fragments of information.

It is said that the divine messenger killed many powerful people in the Tribulation Crossing Stage with a giant flaming sword, and those in the Mahayana Stage were like ants in front of him.

It is unknown whether this rumor is true or not, and there is no way to verify it.

But the terrifying envoy of God died later.

His skull is still enshrined on that huge skull seat.

It was a huge alien skull. The skull alone was nearly two meters tall, not counting the pair of curved horns growing on the skull.

Is this the skull of a demon?

Feng Buxuan had seen the appearance of demons in some illustrated books, and some types did bear some resemblance to this skull.

But do demons of such huge size really exist?

Aren’t the demons almost the same size as humans?

No one answered his question, and he didn't dare to ask.

The shouts from the kneeling figures gradually stopped.

The crowd parted, and a thin old man walked to the front of the team.

His face was gaunt, like a skeleton, and there was a red murderous light in his deep eye sockets.

Feng Buxuan immediately knelt down and bowed: "Greetings to the guardian ghost."

The leader of the Blood Luomen is called the Blood Lord. Under the Blood Lord are two protectors, and under them are twelve elders.

This is indeed a branch of the Xueluo Sect, and even the guardian Wu is stationed here personally.

The reason this place is so important is of course the skull of the Blood God Champion on the skull seat. That thing is like a sacred object to the Blood Romans. It can now be regarded as a special magic weapon with great power.

It's just that because it was slightly damaged, it requires a large number of monks to perform rituals to repair it.

The Blood Romans have established a base here for hundreds of years and have spent countless efforts to restore this holy relic.

However, the restoration process is very slow, and only half of the holy relic has been repaired so far.

"No need to be so polite!~" The voice of the guardian ghost was hoarse, like the howling of an evil ghost, and it sounded very creepy.

"Why did you come in directly to see me? Doesn't someone usually contact you?" the skinny old man asked in confusion.

Feng Buxuan bowed and said, "The person who contacted me was killed, and his identity card was stolen."

"It was done by a young man from the Southern Territory. He thought he could threaten me."

"But he's already escaped, so he's fine. It's just a pity for that colleague, he died in such an unclear way."

The old man, who looked like an evil ghost, didn't care. He knew Feng Buxuan wouldn't come to him for no reason, so he gestured for him to continue.

Next, Feng Buxuan reported to Protector Wang about his situation of hiding in Wanghe Sect during this period.

When he mentioned that Zhang Yanzhao, the leader of Wanghe Sect, had been eliminated, the guardian Wu let out a ghostly laugh.

After hearing this, Feng Buxuan got goosebumps again.

"I have been nominated as the next leader of the Wanghe Sect. May I ask if there is anything I can do for you, Protector Wu?"

He lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the skinny old man.

Even if he becomes the leader of a sect in the future, he would not dare to underestimate this old man who has reached the Spirit Transformation Stage.

While talking with the guardian Wu, sweat could not help but flow down his forehead and back.

"Hehehe!" The guardian Wu let out a creepy laugh. His face, which resembled a skeleton, was a bit scary. "Okay, okay, I need you to control everyone in the sect and use them for my Xueluo Sect."

"Within a month, I want you to slaughter all of Yunhe Province, including all the other sects, big and small, and all the major cities, towns, and villages. In the end, this will naturally include the Wanghe Sect as well."

His voice was high-pitched, like that of a palace eunuch. In fact, the old man did not have that ability.

Hearing this, Feng Buxuan sweated even more.

"This, this, this..." He couldn't believe his ears.

This will completely put him on the road of no return.

His remaining conscience made him very resistant.

The skeleton-like old man narrowed his eyes and glanced at Feng Buxuan. Seeing the other party's resistance, he cast a spell in his hand.

A red light shone brightly from Feng Buxuan's heart, nearly seeping through his clothes. Suddenly, a piercing pain struck Feng Buxuan.

“Ahhh!~~~”

The pain was so severe that it tore through one's heart and lungs, penetrating deep into one's bones, and even one's soul would suffer from severe pain.

Feng Buxuan, who seemed to be so glorious outside, was now like a maggot, twisting humbly and madly on the ground.

At this moment, he looked extremely ugly, with his mouth crooked, his eyes slanted, tears streaming down his face, and even a smelly wet pool under his crotch.

Those standing figures looked at Feng Buxuan with no mercy in their eyes, and were even full of mockery and sarcasm.

There is no high and mighty elder of Qingzhu Peak here, only a humble insect.

Feng Buxuan was tortured by pain that was beyond the endurance of ordinary people.

His perseverance was only at the level of an ordinary monk, and he was simply unable to endure the pain that penetrated deep into his soul.

Feng Buxuan had no doubt that this pain would drive him crazy.

He simply couldn't withstand the pain inflicted by the demon guardian. If it lasted a little longer, he might become an idiot.

He doesn't want to die yet, he just wants to live.

Feng Buxuan twisted his body ugly and stretched out his hands towards the guardian ghost.

At this time, he couldn't even speak and could only groan in pain.

The guardian Wu alleviated the pain inflicted on him and said, "Since you have joined the Blood Luo Sect, you should know who you serve."

"Don't think that just because you wear fancy clothes, you are a righteous monk."

"Once you are a member of the Blood Luo Sect, you will be a member of the Blood Luo Sect for the rest of your life."

"Those Wanghe Sect disciples who died on Qiaomen Mountain also deserve your contribution. If you hadn't brought people here, or if you hadn't passed on the message, I'm afraid so many people wouldn't have died here."

"Don't think that just because you become the leader of a sect, you can escape our control."

"As long as this curse remains, you will be my slave forever. I will keep you alive, and I will not let you die. Even if you are cold and buried in the earth, I will make you crawl out of the grave and serve me."

After a while, the guardian ghost stopped activating the spell seal.

Feng Buxuan's clothes had long been soaked with sweat, and he collapsed on the ground weakly as if his soul had been sucked out of him.

His chest heaved violently, and that was the only way to prove that he was still alive.

He breathed in deeply, and even though the air had smelled fishy just now, it now tasted extremely sweet.

It feels so good to be alive.

Feng Buxuan was unable to speak for a long time. He was just breathing and unable to speak.

The guardian ghost crossed his arms, his hunched figure looking down at Feng Buxuan on the ground, as if he were an ant. He fixed his gaze on the man on the ground with a fierce look and said, "If you have a bad heart, don't even think about turning back. I know you don't want to be with us, but you've been stained for a long time, and no matter how you wash, you can't wash it off."

"Why not sink into oblivion like us and enjoy the blessings bestowed by the Blood God?"

"I'll give you a chance. Go get the head of your beloved, and I'll grant you a great fortune."

Although Feng Buxuan was forced to join the Xue Luo Sect, he could no longer turn back.

He had long been branded with the mark of the Blood Luomen, and he would never be able to get rid of it in his lifetime.

The guardian Wu was actually very optimistic about Feng Buxuan's talent. He had actually been lurking in Wanghe Sect for so many years without being caught. He even secretly provided a large amount of blood food to Xueluo Sect, which could be said to be a great contribution.

However, this man had other intentions.

He has entered the Blood Luo Sect, but he actually wants to leave. How is this possible?

"What?" Feng Buxuan felt his head buzzing and did not hear clearly what the guardian ghost said.

"Kill the one you love and bring her head to me, and I will grant you a chance to succeed." The sinister voice repeated mercilessly.

Feng Buxuan stared at the guardian ghost with lifeless eyes and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

He couldn't believe his ears.

But as a Nascent Soul cultivator, he couldn't be hard of hearing. How could he have heard it wrong at such a close distance?

Feng Buxuan knew that the seal on his chest was not an ordinary thing, and the guardian ghost could use this seal to monitor him from time to time.