As the morning light began to rise, the word "Dongtian" on the horizontal plaque of the main hall gave off a faint golden light.
In the main hall, a dozen young practitioners who had been following the Demon Sect for many days boiled a pot of water and cooked some dried meat and some miscellaneous nourishing elixirs from the Dongtian Sword Sect's warehouse.
In the corner of the main hall not far from them, some broken clothes and bedding were piled up in a mess, among which were several naked female cultivators.
The bodies of these female cultivators were full of traces of being played with. Most of them could not accept what they had experienced that night. Their eyes were empty. Although their chests rose and fell with their breathing, they lay among the rags and bedding as if they were dead.
Not moving at all.
There was only one plump female cultivator who looked normal, huddled in a brocade quilt, shivering.
These young practitioners came from different places in the Southern Dynasties, some were children of local aristocratic families, some were disciples of colleges and practicing sects, and some even came from the military.
Their origins are different, but almost all of them spontaneously discovered the traces of the Demon Sect and then actively followed the Demon Sect.
In these days, dozens of young practitioners like them have taken the initiative to worship under the Demon Sect and swear allegiance.
These young practitioners were naturally regarded as degenerates and possessed by demons in the world of practitioners in the Southern Dynasties.
The Dongtian Sword Sect was only a small sect in the world of practitioners in the Southern Dynasties. There were not many types of elixirs in its warehouse, and the grades were not high. In addition, it was completely unorganized and chaotic.
If cooked, the taste will naturally not be very good.
A young cultivator frowned and drank a bowl of soup. He glanced at the sky, but his eyes fell on several female cultivators in this corner of the hall.
"Why, Brother Mo, haven't you had enough? You still want to play another game before starting?"
Two young practitioners beside him laughed out loud at the same time.
"We follow Lord Demon Sect. Now people outside say that we are corpse-eating demons who practice by devouring corpses." The young practitioner smiled and said, "It's just that we absorb the vitality escaping from those practitioners to practice, but we don't
I have never really eaten human flesh, and I don’t know what real human flesh tastes like.”
If in normal times, I hear someone talk about eating human flesh, I am afraid that the person who hears it will change his mind and immediately feel what this person is thinking.
It is very scary. However, these young people who follow the Demon Sect are, as the Demon Sect said, monsters who have been completely driven by their own desires. Once the beast in their hearts loses all restraints and is completely let go, then this person has indeed become a monster.
Extraordinary human monsters.
So after listening to the words of this young practitioner, the rest of the people sitting around the iron pot were slightly startled, then laughed, and all said, "Then let's try it today."
"I have read a notebook called "The Cannibal". It says that the flesh and blood of young women taste the most delicious, with big breasts first, followed by double ass." The young cultivator looked at the female cultivators with a smile, and his eyes fell on
On the body of the plump female cultivator.
The plump female cultivator was the most cooperative last night and had the strongest desire to survive. But listening to their conversation at this time, the female cultivator realized what was about to happen and screamed in terror.
stand up.
The shrill scream penetrated the mist lingering in the mountains and reached the ears of the old man from the Cui family who was preparing medicine for the Demon Sect again.
The old man knew very well the final outcome of these female nuns, because for those young people, it was impossible for them to let go of the vitality that could give them some advancement in cultivation, so before leaving, these ravaged female nuns must also
They would be killed, but the terrifying meaning contained in the shrill screams still made it impossible for him to imagine what would happen to these women in the end.
"The weak eat the strong and natural selection is the oldest and most eternal law in nature."
The Demon Sect's voice sounded again, "All rules are made by rulers of all sizes in this world, so you should see through them."
After a night of rest and breathing adjustment, Mo Zong looked a little tired.
The tumors on his neck are constantly growing and festering, constantly consuming his vitality. The cultivation and vitality of the practitioners in these small sects are too weak to replenish much for him.
His lost vitality.
But these days of killing, devouring and cultivating, as well as the Cui family's old man's various tests, in the eyes of the Demon Sect themselves, are not all in vain.
He gradually felt that his body was like a mushroom that was about to be overripe.
He knows that mushrooms in the forest grow in rotting trees or soil.
It comes out, absorbs nutrients from decay and death, and grows rapidly, but after growing to a certain extent, the mushroom itself will fester, and then emit countless tiny seeds to reproduce.
The skills he practiced and the unique creatures from outside the territory seemed to have turned his body into such a mushroom.
He now knows very well that if he dies in the end, life will continue and multiply, but this is the victory of that kind of extraterrestrial creature, and he cannot accept it.
Although his current physical condition is not optimistic, in terms of his perception of his own condition, he has made much progress than before.
When the melon is ripe, the stem will fall off. There are rules to follow for the growth and maturity of any fruit, and there are naturally ways to change it.
When the sky was just getting bright, the mist in the mountains had not yet dissipated. The young practitioners who followed the Demon Sect were all ready. They roared through the mountain stream on horseback, and greeted the Demon Sect on the mountain road.
carriage.
These young people can also smell the rotten smell of the Demon Sect, but for them, they are becoming more and more powerful every day. This feeling makes them intoxicated, making them fanatically fear the Demon Sect, and for them, they are becoming more and more powerful every day.
As far as they are concerned, even if the rotten aura on the Demon Sect is stronger at this time, the Demon Sect is still the most invincible existence in the world at this time. If they can reach that day, they can become such a being, and their bodies are full of rotten aura.
It doesn't matter.
These young followers were patrolling around the carriage where the Demon Sect was, moving continuously in the southwest direction.
Occasionally, they encountered some passing convoys on the road, and these young practitioners did not avoid them at all. A cold and greedy light shone in the depths of their eyes.
At noon, they stopped on a cliff.
Below the cliff is an official road. Further to the southwest of the official road, there is a lonely hill like a giant tomb.
There is a Taoist temple at the foot of the hill and a post station next to the Taoist temple.
The Taoist temple seemed to have been abandoned for a long time and was deserted, but the inn next to the Taoist temple was filled with smoke.
If their previous intelligence was correct, then Wei Rui should be in that inn.