The young dervish returned to the dozens of dervishes, he sat down again, and all the dervishes began chanting again.

It's just that this chanting is completely different from the previous chanting, and even the most ordinary sergeants feel a strange aura generated.

Chen Baxian turned around in shock, and he saw that the faces of those ascetics were extremely solemn, and there were many gray air currents that were visible to the naked eye around their bodies.

He reacted instantly.

In the past many years, even though the Demon Sect has always been the chosen son of these ascetics in Mobei, except for a very few Tantric cultivators who have become the subordinates who follow the Demon Sect and practiced the kind of death-eating method of the Demon Sect, all the other Tantric ascetics are still practicing their original methods.

They adhere to their code of conduct, and those extremely quick ways of practicing may be a real sink for them.

But today, they have chosen to perish on their own.

Because of the practice of this method of eating death, their true essence is the sweetest fruit for cultivators who have a Heavenly Mandate Blood Box.

They want to turn themselves into sweet fruits for Hebal, and the key is that this sinking of theirs will be able to absorb the vitality generated by the death of these soldiers and practitioners on the battlefield before Hebalt arrives.

"They will first absorb all the so-called dead qi here, and then they will go to Tianwu River and absorb the dead qi there into their bodies, and they will give He Batyue some sweetness and lead He Batyue to where we need him to go. ”

Bai Yuelu's voice rang out.

She looked at the ascetics, and then said to Chen Baxian, "But when He Batyue is more and more immersed in it, and more and more inseparable from these sweet temptations, in the end, they will not let He Batyue succeed, because they have already negotiated with Xia Ba Ying when they talk to me about this, and they already have a large number of firearms on them. ”

Chen Baxian was silent.

Bai Yuelu also stopped talking.

She knew he understood thoroughly.

When he got used to the sweetness, when he felt that at last there was a large pile of sweet fruits in front of him, and if he ate this pile of sweet fruits, his strength would become incomparably stronger, and these ascetics would not hesitate to burn themselves to ashes.

Before Hobalt harvests them, they will turn themselves into dust scattered around the world.

......

Before dawn, he woke up in the carriage of a carriage.

In fact, the higher the cultivation, the more able a practitioner is able to regulate his internal qi, and he does not need much real rest time at all, but perhaps this is some kind of habit-forming instinct of human beings, even if he does not need to sleep or only needs a little time of sleep, even a cultivator like He Batyue will have the same habits as ordinary people.

Maybe you don't need to, but if you don't, you always seem to be lacking.

It's like a lot of people eat a meal, even if the meat and vegetables are extremely rich, even if they can eat enough just meat, but if they don't serve a bowl of rice, it always seems that it is not complete, and it seems that this meal is never really good.

The driver of this carriage was the same boatman who took Shen Nian on the boat after He Bayue first met Shen Nian. During the night, the driver did not sleep, and although his head hung slightly on the front of the car, there was no tired look on his face.

He just drove forward very casually in the direction that He Batyue had pointed out before, and he didn't have any requirements for the speed of the carriage, and he didn't deliberately choose the road, but when He Batyue woke up, when he also raised his head, he saw smoke rising from a mountain not far away.

He was thoughtful.

At this time, He Batyue's voice sounded in the carriage, "Let's go there first." ”

There are several Taoist halls on that mountain, and I don't know what kind of mountain god or a certain immortal of the Taoist sect was enshrined at first, and there should be a lot of people who believe in it, otherwise those Taoist halls would not have been built very tall and firm.

The coachman knew very well that there were no Taoists in these Dao halls now, but a group of rogues entrenched.

This mountain originally belonged to the edge of the jurisdiction of the Guan Long He clan, as long as the Guan Long He clan turned a blind eye and closed one eye, there was no possibility that these rogues would be surrounded and suppressed.

These rogues don't know what connection they have with the Guan Longhe clan, but in fact, over the years, many of the same rogues have been able to survive without danger, and they can drink wine and eat meat, because they are actually helping the Guan Longhe clan many times.

Like the vast majority of the rogues who were active in the land of the Northern Wei Dynasty, the rogues who were entrenched in several Taoist halls on this hill would eat well at their first meal in the morning.

Ordinary Northern Wei people, even if they are rich and noble, rarely eat meat in a big bowl of wine and meat in breakfast, but these rogues need to maintain enough physical strength and vigorous energy at all times, especially when they ride horses for a long time and plunder, most of the time they stay in the wilderness, they need to borrow wine and meat to keep out the cold.

Therefore, even if he returned to this kind of entrenched place, before the dawn of this kind of real sunrise, the aroma of wine and meat was already wafting from these Taoist halls.

The doors of these Dao halls were originally very large, and they had been specially reinforced by these rogues, so they were extremely heavy.

When he pushed the main hall gate with the aroma of wine and meat, the gate rattled like the shrill cries of a flock of crows in the mountains.

There are more than 20 rogues in this main hall, accounting for a quarter of the total number of rogues.

There are still about sixty rogue bandits who are still looting nowhere, but the highest-ranking people in this group of rogues are all among these twenty or so at this time.

They don't need to go out as often unless they have something important to attend to, unless they're a little bored here.

At this time, when He Batyue pushed the gate open, these people thought that they were squatting outside the whistle and came back early, and they were immediately very annoyed.

One of them shouted in annoyance before he could see the figure of pushing the door: "Are you tired of being bored, is this the time for you to come back?"

"It's finally hot, you fucking push the door to get some cold air in, and the aroma is gone, if a little dust falls into the pot again, I'll really ..... you"

The shouts and curses rang out one after another, but when He Batyue appeared in their sight, they stopped abruptly.

"Who are you?"

The leader of the celebrity who had scolded first before was the first to come back to his senses and jump.

He is a cultivator, and he naturally reacts the fastest.

But at the moment when he said this, there was a crackle in his skull, like the kind of explosion that happened to be burned in the fire.

He jumped to his feet, and the moment his feet hit the ground, he was already dead, and fell backwards with a thud.

All the rest of the rogues let out shocked sounds, and they all subconsciously picked up the weapons in their hands, but their bodies were a little stiff, and they didn't dare to rush towards He Batyue.

They couldn't imagine a man walking in like this, as if he had done nothing, but the leader of the best of them just died.

"This..."

One of the leaders had already realized that this was not an enemy they could deal with, and he subconsciously asked for mercy, even if He Batyue wanted him to kneel down and surrender immediately, he would definitely not hesitate, but as soon as he spoke, a strange force appeared directly in his skull.

With a crisp explosion, the body of the leader of the rogue was crooked, and he died instantly.

He didn't want to waste time at all.

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

When these rogues were even more frightened and did not dare to move, some killing opportunities that they could not even feel had already fallen on them.

These people were too weak for Hebalyue, as weak as the balls and strips of meat on the table of these rogues who would not resist.

In fact, just as these meatballs and strips of meat were the breakfast of these rogues, these people were only a breakfast for Hebatyue.

The broth in the copper pot was tumbling, and in the white steam, a lot of gray-black air currents appeared, and these air currents seemed to be pulled by He Batyue's breathing, constantly entering his body.

It was obviously a dead breath, but in He Bayue's body, there was a fresh breath generated.

These dead qi turned into extremely fresh true elements in his body.

It stands to reason that after absorbing the vitality of these people, He Batyue should leave immediately and return to the carriage at the bottom of the mountain, but looking at the steaming iron pot and the fresh meatballs and strips, He Batyue walked over and sat down beside the iron pot after a moment's hesitation.

He put some fresh meatballs and strips in a boiling iron pot, then took a pair of chopsticks, took out some of the already cooked meatballs and strips and ate them.

These rogues know how to enjoy it very well, and some of them make this kind of meatball in addition to mutton, but also chopped in fish and fresh bamboo shoots, and this pot of broth is also very well cooked, put a lot of sun-dried mushrooms, even in Luoyang City, it is rare to be able to eat such fresh meatballs.

A cultivator like him doesn't really need to eat a lot of things, or even go without eating for a long time, and it seems that someone else shouldn't have an appetite to eat what they were eating when they were just alive in the middle of a pile of corpses.

However, He Batyue did not feel this way.

In fact, even he didn't realize that he didn't have a special appetite when he looked at the balls and strips of meat tumbling in this pot of broth, but when he used the Heavenly Destiny Blood Box to absorb the vitality generated by these people after they died, he inexplicably became a little appetizing.

So the corpses in this place did not make him feel unhappy, on the contrary, without these death packages, he might not have been interested in eating the breakfast that these people had left for him.