"This is the formation center of the back mountain."
After scanning the jade slip with her spiritual mind, she confirmed that it was the Yang Jue she had longed for, and then readily handed over control of the back mountain.
As long as she can obtain Yang Jue, she, a golden elixir monk with a long lifespan, can create another Yin Yang Sect anywhere.
Moreover, my cultivation that has been stagnant for a long time also has the opportunity to move forward again. I don't have to be stuck in the early stage of Jindan and cannot make any progress. I have been in the embarrassing situation of being almost the weakest at the same level for a long time.
But before leaving, she still wanted to satisfy her curiosity.
What does that person want?
She knew that the ruthless monks were extremely purposeful and all their actions would be guided by their own interests.
It's just that for such a third-rate Jindan sect that relies entirely on itself and has no inherited treasures, Mu Ziqing really doesn't know what it is worth exchanging with the other party.
"Could it be that among those positive materials, there are people he needs?"
However, those who can serve as male material are mortals who have been found to have no spiritual roots at all.
How much relationship can a late-stage Jindan cultivator have with a mortal...
According to the normal speed in the world of immortality, it would take at least a hundred years to reach the late stage of Golden Elixir.
A golden elixir monk who is one or two hundred years old and a mortal who is ten or twenty years old are the descendants of four or five generations apart. How much love can they still have?
…
Back mountain.
A large number of strong men were shirtless, wearing only a pair of shorts, sweating in the warm winter sunshine.
This is the exercise task that the "yang materials" raised in the Yin Yang Sect must complete every day.
Only with reasonable intensity of exercise and adequate nutrition can one persevere long enough with the endless nourishment provided by the Yin Yang Sect members.
Both the members of the Yin Yang Sect and Yang Liao himself agree with this point.
Hungry, skinny, and weak refugees are not at all to the taste of the Immortal Masters of the Yin Yang Sect.
The food you eat is naturally good in color, flavor and flavor.
From the thick dark circles on some men's faces, the faint whip marks on their bodies, and the occasional trembling thighs, it can be seen that their lives are not as easy as they imagined.
"Number 9527."
"arrive!"
"Go to Wing 3 of Yingchun Hall, and the Immortal Lord has called your name."
"yes!"
In fact, not only at night, but anytime and anywhere, they would be at risk of being taken away to collect supplements, as long as the immortal masters of the Yin Yang Sect needed it.
It's just that the Yin Yang Sect's habit is to practice mainly at night.
…
When Bai Mo and Mu Ziqing arrived at the Yingchun Hall, they happened to encounter a pile of penis material that had just been harvested and was unconscious with only half life left. It was still fainting in the corridor of the main hall.
It was a young man with disheveled clothes and a bloodless face.
From time to time, people passing by holding on to the wall to leave, but no kind-hearted person came to help him.
After all, they were exhausted, even walking unsteadily and standing unsteadily.
What's more, there have been so many male figures who have died in this hall that they can't even count them. They are all numb and know in their hearts that this will also be their end.
The decadent and numb wall-supporters and the high-pitched or low-pitched sounds around them filled the hall with a strange sense of conflict.
There seems to be some kind of incense burning in the hall all day long, and people who step inside can easily get lost in the intoxicating aroma.
Not only that, some kind of soft music was also constantly playing in the hall, resonating with the hidden formation in the Yingchun Hall.
Several effects are superimposed, and even monks in the foundation building stage may not be able to control it.
Mo Fengwu and the other girls, who followed Bai Mo to the Yingchun Hall, could not help but blush.
As a Jindan monk, Mu Ziqing regarded these as nothing.
…
"Come here! Clean up this garbage, so as not to stain the eyes of our distinguished guests."
Mu Ziqing could not help but frown slightly when he saw the man slumped next to a pillar, wearing male clothes.
Normally, the cleaning team's hands and feet are very nimble, and the penis material that has been harvested to death can usually be cleaned away within half a quarter of an hour.
For some reason, the cleanup was a little slow today.
Although monks basically would not hurt mortal mortals, in front of a male cultivator, sucking a male mortal to death using the method of harvesting yang and replenishing yin is not a comfortable thing to watch.
"Huh, Yang material? If I, Lin Fan, can escape alive, I swear that one day I will destroy your Yin Yang Sect, and then dig out the hearts, livers, spleens and lungs of you witches to see how evil they are. What kind.”
Lin Fan, the male sex agent No. 9527, who was still motionless and pretending to be dazed, squinted his eyes slightly, his eyes filled with the flames of hatred, but he carefully concealed them.
It's just that he was really miserable just now. He met a fairy master with serious sadistic tendencies, who was both a happy fireball and a wire whisk.
After more than an hour of hellish torture, not only was all my physical strength and energy drained out, but my whole body was in so much pain that I couldn't even get up.
If it weren't for the fact that before he was counting the incense sticks, a ghost-like girl suddenly appeared and hung a jade lock on his chest. The jade lock kept sending waves of cool air into Lin Fan's broken body, doing the job for him. After repairing it, he would have died on the spot just like many seniors who were ruined by mining.
It was magical to say the least. This ghost girl came and went without a trace. When Lin Fan tried to look for her again, except for the jade lock hanging around his neck, there was nothing else. He only saw a paper-shaped figure in the distance. Crane's back.
…
"Yes, Sect Master!"
Two muscular, eight-foot-tall women with big shoulders and round waists quickly ran out from a corner of the shadows and walked toward No. 9527, which looked like a puddle of mud.
Just now they saw that there was no one around, so they hid aside to rest and fish, thinking that it would be okay to clean up slowly, but unexpectedly, the sect leader suddenly came.
They are also very familiar with things like cleaning up the scene. On average, in ten and a half months, the immortal masters of Yingchun Hall have to kill a few of the male sex materials who come in to serve.
Especially some of them are particularly exciting to play, and people die almost every time.
According to the rules of the Yin Yang Sect, if you kill a Yang material kept in the sect, you need to pay ten contribution points, which is equivalent to the monthly salary of a Qi refining monk in the sect...
Immortal cultivators have always regarded themselves as mortals, and this is even more true for demon sects such as the Yin Yang Sect. They are only part of the sect's property.
"Man? Or are you standing in the upper position of the leader of the Yin Yang Sect?" Lin Fan discovered this matter with difficulty with his swollen eyes.
The young man in white undoubtedly had a face that belonged to a man.
Unfortunately, his groggy brain could not support him to think too much. Lin Fan quickly closed his eyes completely, preparing to pretend to be dead and let the two strong women carry him away.
There is a mass grave near the Yin Yang Sect, which is specially used to bury various mortals who died in the sect. As long as you can pretend to be dead and deceive the buryers, you will have a chance to escape.
