The sun sets and night falls.

The mountain of demon refining has faded away from the sunset glow, and without the clarity of the day, it has become deep and depressing.

The night wind is cold and cold, insects and snakes are swimming on the ground, and occasionally monsters are whispering. I don't know what dangers are hidden in the dark night.

Fortunately, Xun Ziyou was in the late stage of Jin Dan.

Mo Hua followed him, and there was no risk along the way.

The two of them used their skills and took advantage of the cover of darkness to reach the depths of the dense forest, where a stream of blood gurgled and bones formed a beach.

At this time, when we had just arrived in Xushi, the moonlight was like ice, shining on the beach of bones, penetrating the inexplicable coldness.

But there was still no sign of the demon cultivator nearby.

The two of them waited nearby.

Waiting until Haishi, suddenly the evil wind suddenly rose, and the strong smell of blood spread.

The ink painting squatting on the tree looked down and saw gloomy black shadows appearing in the dense forest covered by the Shinto formation.

These black figures, wrapped in black robes, look like humans or monsters, standing on two legs or crawling on all fours. They come out of the darkness of the dense forest and gather one after another at the edge of the Bone Beach.

When the cold moonlight shines on them, one or two of them look like evil ghosts crawling out of purgatory, which is frightening to see.

After a while, another group of demon cultivators came.

These demon cultivators were either dragging, carrying, or carrying the bloody demon beast corpses or limbs.

These monster beasts seemed to have been recently hunted.

They threw these monsters on the beach of bones.

A group of demon cultivators went to the stream and began to eat the flesh and blood of these demonic beasts.

The scene was once very bloody.

Xun Ziyou felt a little uncomfortable and turned his head to look at the ink painting.

Mo Hua's expression was as usual, as if he had expected this scene, or had been accustomed to all this.

Xun Ziyou is a little incredible.

This kid...why is he so calm?

Is it possible that he has seen scenes that were more bloody and cruel, or more "demon-like" scenes?

What did he go through at such a young age?

Xunzi was surprised when he suddenly noticed movement in Taixu Ling. When his consciousness sank in, he saw that Mo Hua was sending him a message:

"Elder Xun, please find another place where you can eavesdrop."

Xun Ziyou was startled, and when he looked up, he saw Mo Hua giving him a look and nodding to the other side.

There is a taller tree on the other side.

There were three demon cultivators under the tree. They seemed to have eaten and drank enough. They had lost their demonic form and transformed into human forms. They were wrapped in black robes and gathered together. They didn't know what to talk about.

Xun Ziyou was a little startled.

This kid probably wasn't eavesdropping on his first day.

From the looks of it, I'm afraid he is a "veteran" in eavesdropping...

Xunzi sighed and nodded.

The two of them moved lightly from the treetop on one side to the branch on the other side.

As soon as he settled down, a hoarse voice came from below.

"It tastes bad..."

"The meat of the monster is too astringent, as dry as firewood, and chewing is too strenuous."

A demon cultivator was still chewing something in his mouth, his voice was as low as a ferocious beast, "It's good to eat human flesh, human flesh is tender..."

"Did you dream about your mother? In this Demon Refining Mountain, there are all disciples of the sect. How can we eat them?"

"It's not that you can't eat it, you can just eat it secretly... I have picked it up before. There was a disciple of unknown sect who got lost in the mountains and forests. I took the opportunity to kill him, tore him into pieces and ate him alive. His skin and flesh were indeed better than

The monster is much more delicious, and even the bones are much crispier..."

A demon cultivator scolded: "Master said, keep a low profile and you will cause less trouble."

"It's okay, there is no one around, and no one else knows how he died."

Among the noise, another voice said:

"It's a pity. It would be nice to have female disciples. Female disciples are more tender..."

A demon cultivator couldn't help but cursed: "Damn it, do you want to eat it?"

A gloomy and harsh laughter sounded, "Play to death first, then eat, it's the same..."

When Xunzi heard this, murderous intent spread in his heart.

Mo Hua immediately tugged on his sleeve.

Xun Ziyou paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth and suppressed the murderous intention in his heart.

The few demon cultivators below were still chatting in low voices.

"Yes, I hang out in the mountains and forests every day, eating demon meat, drinking demon blood, and living like a demon beast. I almost fucking forgot that I am human..."

"...I've been trapped here for too long. If I don't vent and find some humanity, I will really be like those monsters."

"It's no use."

A demon cultivator sneered, "Since you start practicing demon skills, your humanity will begin to disappear, and it will be useless no matter what."

"Playing with women?" He snorted coldly, "After a while, no matter how beautiful a woman is, she will be nothing more than a ball of raw meat in your eyes."

"What you're thinking about is how to skin it and eat it alive. You won't have any other desires."

A demon cultivator next to him scolded him, "Damn you, you are too deeply possessed by the devil."

"What a fucking bummer..."

"Ignore him. He has been cultivating demons for a hundred years, and he no longer knows how to write the word 'human'."

The original demon cultivator sneered and said indifferently:

"When you have practiced for a hundred years, you will know that what I said is right."

"Humans are just a kind of monster. Men and women, beautiful and ugly, are nothing more than a ball of rotten meat. As long as they can be eaten in their mouths, they don't care at all..."

Then these demon cultivators chatted for a while on this issue.

After that, several other demon cultivators gathered around.

As the number of people increased, the words became more mixed.

The ink painting sounds a bit messy.

After an unknown amount of time, a demon cultivator finally mentioned a word that Mo Hua was very concerned about.

"The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons..."

A voice is still young, and the emotion in the words is heavy. It seems that the demonization is not deep, and the human nature has not been annihilated by the demon cultivator:

"In two days, we will enter the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons. Within a year, we will not be able to come out to 'fight in the wild' again."

"If you behave well inside, we will let you out for some fresh air in advance."

"Having said that, the valley is too dull, fishy and smelly, and every day feels like a year."

"Okay," a demon cultivator said impatiently, "stop complaining and mention less about things in the valley."

"'Young Master' has given us demonic spells and demon patterns, and we must do our best to serve him."

Mo Hua, who was eavesdropping on the tree, raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

Young Master again?

Who is this young man?

And it's a little strange...

After these words were spoken, the other demon cultivators were obviously a little cold-blooded.

There were even a few demon cultivators, although they were silent and looked normal, Mo Hua seemed to be able to sense a hint of anger and unwillingness from their consciousness...

"Something's wrong..."

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

After that, the place was a little dull for a while, until a few more demon cultivators came over, and the conversation started again.

It's just that these conversations were unclear and intermittent.

Mo Hua listened for a long time, and finally pieced together some key information from the fragments of words:

In the land of blood and bones, there is a Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
To be continued...