As the morning light first began to rise, the word "Congtian" on the horizontal plaque in the hall emitted a faint golden light.

In the hall, more than a dozen young practitioners who had been following the Demon Sect for many days burned a pot of boiling water and cooked some dried meat and some mixed nourishing medicines that were taken out of the warehouse of the Dongtian Sword Sect.

Just in a corner of the hall not far from them, some broken clothes and bedding were stacked in a mess, including several female cultivators without any inches.

The female cultivators were covered with traces of being played with. Most of them could not accept the experience of the night. Their eyes were empty. Although their chests were rising and falling with their breathing, they were lying in the rags and bedding, as if they were dead, and they did not move at all.

It was normal to have only one plump female cultivator, huddled in a brocade quilt, trembling.

These young practitioners came from different places in the Southern Dynasties, some were children of local aristocratic families, some were disciples of academies and practice sects, and some even came from the military.

Their origins are different, but they almost spontaneously found out the traces of the Demon Sect and then took the initiative to follow the Demon Sect.

In these days, dozens of young practitioners like them have taken the initiative to worship under the Demon Sect and swore allegiance.

These young practitioners in the Southern Dynasties were naturally considered to be fallen and devils.

The Dongtian Sword Sect is just a small sect in the entire Southern Dynasty world of cultivators. There are not many types of spiritual medicines in its warehouses, and the grade is not high. In addition, it is completely unorganized and cooked randomly, so the taste will naturally not be very good.

A young practitioner frowned and took a bowl of soup. He looked at the sky, but his eyes fell on several female cultivators in this corner of the hall.

"What, Brother Mo, aren't you satisfied yet, and you still want to take advantage of not leaving to play another game?"

Two young practitioners beside him teased at the same time.

"We follow the Demon Sect. Now everyone outside says we are corpse-eating demons and devouring corpses to practice." The young practitioner smiled and said, "It's just that we absorb the vital energy that escaped from those practitioners to practice, but we have never really eaten human flesh, and we don't know how real human flesh tastes."

If you hear someone saying eating human flesh, you may be afraid that the person who hears it will change his mind and suddenly feel that the person's thoughts are very terrible. However, these young people who follow the Demon Sect, as the Demon Sect said, are monsters that have been completely driven by their desires. Once the beast in his heart loses all the constraints and completely lets go, then this person has indeed become an extraordinary monster.

So listening to the words of the young practitioner, everyone else sitting next to the iron pot was stunned and then laughed, instead, saying, "Why would you try it today?"

"I have read a note called "The Cannibal" said that it said that the young woman has the most beautiful flesh and blood tastes, with breasts as the first, followed by double thighs." The young practitioner looked at the female cultivator with a smile, and his eyes fell on the plump female cultivator.

The plump female cultivator was the one who cooperated most last night and had the strongest desire to survive. But listening to their conversation, the female cultivator realized what was about to happen and screamed in terror.

The shrill scream penetrated the mist lingering in the mountains and again entered the ears of the old man Cui's family who was boiling medicine for the Demon Sect again.

The old man knew very well the final outcome of these female cultivators, because for those young people, they could not let them go to provide them with some energy to enter the state of cultivation, so before leaving, these ravaged female cultivators would definitely be killed. However, the terrible meaning contained in the shrill screams still made him unable to imagine the final encounter of these women.

"The strong prey on the weak and the strong will survive in the natural world. This is originally the oldest and most eternal law in nature."

The voice of the Demon Sect sounded again, "All the rules are formulated by rulers of all sizes in this world, so you should see through it."

After a night of rest and breathing, the Demon Sect's expression became a little tired.

The rotten tumors on his neck were constantly growing, flinching, and constantly consuming his vitality. The cultivation and vitality of the practitioners of these small sects were too weak, and for him, they could not replenish much of the vitality he had lost.

However, the killing, devouring and practicing over the years, as well as the various medicines tested by the old man of the Cui family, were not completely lost in the Demon Sect’s own opinion.

He gradually felt that his body was like a mushroom that was about to be ripe.

He knew that the mushrooms in the forest grew out of rotten trees or soil, drawing nutrients from rot and death and growing rapidly, but after they grew to a certain level, the mushrooms themselves would ulcerate and then emit countless tiny seeds to reproduce.

The skills he practiced and unique creatures from outside the domain seemed to turn his body into such a mushroom.

He now knows very well that if he eventually dies, his life will continue and reproduce, but this is the victory of the extraterritorial creatures, and he cannot accept it.

Although his physical condition is not optimistic now, he has made much progress than before in terms of his own perception of his own condition.

When the melon is ripe and the stems fall, the growth and ripening of any fruit have regular rules and naturally there are ways to change it.

When the sky was just bright, the mist in the mountains had not yet dissipated. The young practitioners who followed the Demon Sect were all dressed up. They rode their horses and whizzed past the mountain stream, bringing the Demon Sect to the carriage preparing to be on the mountain road.

These young people can also smell the rotten aura of the Demon Sect, but for them, their daily lives are becoming more powerful. This feeling makes them intoxicated and makes them fanatically respect the Demon Sect. Moreover, for them, even if the rotten aura of 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 become such an existence on that day, it doesn't matter if they are full of rotten aura.

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These young followers patrol around the carriage where the Demon Sect is located, and continue to move towards the southwest.

Occasionally, I encountered some passing convoys on the road, and these young practitioners did not avoid it at all. The deep part of their eyes was a cold and greedy light.

At noon, they stopped on a cliff.

Below the cliff is an official road. Further southwest of the official road, there is a lonely hill like a huge grave.

There is a Taoist temple under the hill, and there is an inn next to the Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple seemed to be deserted for a long time and was deserted, but the inn next to the Taoist temple was emitting smoke.
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