The young ascetic monk returned to the dozens of ascetic monks, and he sat down again, all of them began to recite scriptures again.

However, this chanting was completely different from the previous chanting. Even the most ordinary sergeants felt a strange aura being generated.

Chen Baxian turned around in great shock. He saw the faces of the ascetic monks with extremely solemnity. Around their bodies, there were many gray airflows visible to the naked eye.

He reacted instantly.

In the past many years, even though the Demon Sect has always been the chosen son of the gods worshipped by these ascetic monks in Mobei, except for a very small number of Tantric practitioners who have become tribes who follow the Demon Sect and practice the Demon Sect's method of eating death, all other Tantric ascetic monks still practice their original method.

They abide by their code of conduct, and those extremely fast ways of practicing may be true despair for them.

But today, they chose to sink themselves.

Because of practicing this method of eating and death, their true essence is the sweetest fruit for practitioners who have the blood box of destiny.

They want to turn themselves into a sweet fruit for Hebayue, and the key is that their despair can absorb the vitality produced by these soldiers and practitioners on the battlefield after the death of these soldiers and practitioners on the battlefield before Hebayue arrives.

"They will first absorb all the so-called dead energy here, and then they will go to Tianwuchuan to absorb the dead energy there into their bodies. They will give Hebayue some sweetness and lead Hebayue to where we need him."

Bai Yuelu's voice sounded.

She looked at the ascetic monks and then said to Chen Baxian, "But when Hebayue sinks more and more and more and more without these sweet temptations, they will not let Hebayue succeed in the end, because when they talked to me about these things, they had already negotiated with Xia Baying, and they already had a lot of firearms on them."

Chen Baxian remained silent.

Bai Yuelu also stopped talking.

She knew he had understood it completely.

These ascetic monks will gradually sink into decline. When Hebayue gets used to this sweetness, when he feels that there will eventually be a lot of sweet fruits in front of him, as long as he eats these sweet fruits, his power will become extremely powerful, these ascetic monks will burn themselves to ashes without hesitation.

Before Hebayue harvests them, they will turn themselves into dust scattered in the world.

...

Before dawn came, Hobayue woke up in the carriage of a carriage.

In fact, the higher the cultivation level, the more you can regulate your internal energy and do not need much real rest time. But perhaps this is a human instinct to form a habit. Even if you don’t need to sleep or just need a little time to sleep, even practitioners like Hebayue will have the same habit as ordinary people.

Maybe it doesn't need it, but if you don't do it, it seems that you always lack some.

Just like many people eat, even if the meat and vegetables are extremely rich, even if they can eat just meat, they always seem to be incomplete without serving a bowl of rice. It seems that this meal has never been eaten well.

The driver of this carriage was the boatman who took Shen Nian on board after Hebayue first met Shen Nian. During that night, the driver did not sleep. Although his head was slightly hanging on the front of the car, there was no look of fatigue on his face.

He just drove forward casually in the direction Hebayue pointed out before, and had no requirements for the speed of the carriage, and he did not deliberately choose the road. However, when Hebayue woke up and raised his head, he saw smoke rising on a mountain not far away.

He thought something.

At this time, Hebayue's voice rang in the carriage, "Let's go there first."

There were several Taoist temples on the top of the mountain. At first I didn’t know what kind of mountain god or a god from the Taoist sect were worshipped. There should be many people who believed it, otherwise those Taoist temples would not have been built very tall and firmly.

The coachman knew very well that there were no Taoist people in these Taoist temples now, but a group of bandits occupied them.

This mountain was originally under the jurisdiction of the Guanlong He family. As long as the Guanlong He family turned a blind eye to each other, these bandits would not be surrounded and suppressed.

These bandits did not know what connection they had with the Guanlong He family, but in fact, many bandits like them were able to survive without any danger in recent years, and could drink and eat meat because they were often actually helping the Guanlong He family.

Like most of the bandits who were active on the Northern Wei land, the bandits entrenched in several halls on this mountain would have a good meal in the first morning.

Even the ordinary Northern Wei people rarely drink big bowls of wine and eat meat in breakfast. However, these bandits need to maintain enough physical strength and energy at all times, especially when they ride horses and rob, most of the time they stay in the wild, so they need to use wine and meat to keep warm.

So even if you return to this place of entrenchment, before the sunrise, the fragrance of wine and meat has already wafted out of these Taoist temples.

The hall gates of these Taoist halls were originally large, and they were specially reinforced by these bandits, so they were particularly heavy.

When Hebayue pushed the main hall gate with the aroma of wine and meat, the gate rattled, like a large group of crows in the mountains making harsh screams.

There are more than twenty bandits in this main hall, accounting for one-quarter of the total number of bandits.

There were about 60 other bandits still plundering, but the most rank among the bandits were among the more than 20 people at this time.

They don't need to go out often unless there are important things to deal with, unless they are a little boring to stay here.

When Hebayue pushed open the door, the several people thought that the whistle was waiting outside and came back early, and they were very annoyed.

One of them shouted in anger before he could see the figure of the door pushing clearly: "Are you tired of living? Is this time when you come back?"

"It's finally hot, you'll push the door and get some cold wind in, and the fragrance is gone. If some dust falls down and falls into the pot, I'll really bring you..."

The shouts of scolding sounded one after another, but when Hebayue appeared in their sight, it suddenly came to an abrupt end.

"Who are you!"

The bandit leader who was the first to curse before came to his senses and jumped up.

He is a practitioner and naturally reacts the fastest.

But the moment he said this, there was a bang in his head, like a bamboo joint that was just burning in the fire.

He jumped up, and his feet fell to the ground, and he was dead. He fell down with a bang.

All the other bandits made horrifying voices. They subconsciously picked up the weapons at their hands, but their bodies were a little stiff and they did not dare to rush towards Hebayue.

They could not imagine a man walking in like this, and seemed to do nothing, but the most powerful leader among them died just like that.

"this…"

One of the leaders realized that this was not an enemy they could deal with. He subconsciously asked for mercy. Even if Hebayue wanted him to kneel down and surrender immediately, he would never hesitate. But as soon as he spoke, a strange force appeared directly in his head.

With a crisp sound, the bandit leader's body tilted and he died instantly.

Hebayue didn't want to waste time at all.

He didn't want to say anything to these bandits at all.

When these bandits were even more shocked and dared not move, some murderous intent that they could not feel had fallen on them.

These people were too weak to Hebayue, as weak as meat balls and meat strips on the table of these bandits that would not resist.

In fact, just like these meat balls and meat strips are the breakfasts of these bandits, these people are just one breakfast for Hebayue.

The broth in the copper pot was rolling, and many gray-black airflows appeared in the white steam. These airflows were like being pulled by Hebayue's breath and constantly penetrated into his body.

It was obviously dead, but in Hebayue's body, there was a fresh breath that was being generated.

These dead auras turned into extremely fresh true energy in his body.

Logically speaking, after absorbing the energy of these people, Hebayue should have left immediately and returned to the carriage at the foot of the mountain. However, looking at the hot iron pot and the fresh meat balls and meat strips, Hebayue walked over and sat down next to the iron pot after hesitating for a moment.

He put some fresh meat balls and meat strips in the boiling iron pot, then took a pair of chopsticks, picked up some cooked meat balls and meat strips and started eating.

These bandits know how to enjoy it. In addition to mutton, some of them made this meat ball, fish and fresh bamboo shoots were also chopped in. The soup in this pot was also cooked well, with a lot of dried mushrooms. Even in Luoyang City, it was rare to eat such fresh meat balls.

Practitioners like him actually don’t need to eat a lot, and they can even not eat for a long time. And if it were others, eating what they were eating when they were just alive, seemed to have no appetite.

However, Hebayue did not feel this way.

In fact, even he himself did not realize that he had no special appetite when he looked at the meat balls and meat strips rolling in the pot of broth, but when he used the blood box of destiny to absorb the vitality generated after these people died, he inexplicably became a little appetite.
Chapter completed!