The last gamble.

In the inner sect, the forest was dense.

The surrounding trees seemed to be luxuriant, but if one looked carefully, the entire forest was actually only left with tree trunks. Countless ferocious and twisted human faces were condensed on them like scars.

Countless human skins were cut and dyed, and soul nails were used to fix the tree trunks to paint the lush crown.

In the depths of the forest, a pool of blood was slowly boiling. Countless blood bubbles rose, and a fishy smell filled the air.

By the pool, su zhenhe expressionlessly looked at the several corpse puppets that were moving up and down and slowly exhaled.

After a long while, he finished this round of cultivation. He stood up, summoned his corpse puppet, and walked out of the forest together.

After PEI Ling ascended to the position of core disciple that day, he felt a great pressure.

Therefore, he immediately went into seclusion and concentrated on his cultivation after he returned.