Chapter 102: Enchant

The third day of the spiritual lamp construction.
I was put together!
羌 Hongsha controlled flesh and blood 傀儡 sat on the stone seat and looked angrily at her disciples below.
I lost the blood Shenzong of Shennongzong, and the situation was much worse than I expected.
The most intuitive manifestation is the insufficient supply of food.
The apprentices of the puppets are like Schrödinger's cats. If there are enough auras, many practitioners can live in a state of grain-free for a century without eating a grain of rice.
But in some special situations, the practitioners will enter a state of overeating ... one person can eat hundreds of ordinary people.
The disciples of the Blood God Sect faintly entered this sign of overeating.
In the past, the food provided by Shennongzong was a kind of food called full-bodied fruit. This kind of fruit tasted average, only the size of a strawberry.
The disciples of the Blood God Sect live by eating fruit full of fruit, but once their state of demon is intensified and they cannot control their own aura, a fruit full of fruit will be quickly converted into cultivation instead of physical needs. energy of.
This leads to a larger appetite for a disciple who is more serious.
And when 羌 Hongsha felt that evil things like magic incense were floating in her gates.
I am afraid that the person who attracts incense is also a mighty person who can sneak into her ancestral door and spread the magic incense without being aware of it.
The result of this is that her disciples' mindset stabilized by the video games brought by Lian Yegan Lu far away, and began to appear unbalanced.
One of the worst disciples has gradually entered a state of exorcism.
"Little sister! Sit down and adjust your breath to stabilize your heart!"
"Go away!"
In the hall of Zongmen, a disciple named Xun Xueqin waved his hand and knocked a fellow who came forward to persuade her.
The skin on her left arm and left cheek also began to crack gradually, and scarlet blood spilled out of it.
The blood began to coagulate quickly, covering her cheeks like living mycelium.
One of the symptoms after the blood sacrifice of the blood sacrifice sacrifice went into the demon.
In ancient times, Hong Hongsha had seen several disciples who did not listen to the teachings of the Zongmen and who indiscriminately murdered innocent disciples, were eventually swallowed by their own blood, and turned into a demon who only knew how to eat human flesh and blood.
女 The symptoms of this female disciple were only initially in the magic in ancient times, but now they are very serious symptoms!
Xun Xueqin could not control his killing thoughts and rushed to the brother who fell to the ground.
As the suzerain, the flesh of the red gauze drew up at the fingertips, and several scarlet silk threads were blocked in front of Xun Xueqin. There were also several spells hanging on the silk threads to control the demon.
The amulet repelled Wu Xueqin, and several silk threads surrounded her and trapped her in a very small space.
In ancient times, the demon also had many minutes. The most common is the monsters and beasts that are refined into fine spirits, and the demon that the monk turned into a demon after going into the devil is called a demon.
This kind of demon is often a hundred times more dangerous than those spirits.
"Master ... before your disciples ... do something stupid, please ... give death!"
There is no cowardly disciple in the Blood God Sect. Even if this little sister is the same, she has no control over her inner killing thoughts. She knows that if it breaks out, it will be her fellow teachers and brothers!
With so much hypha-like blood around her cheeks, she even intended to settle herself.
"It's not so easy to die, live, and endure for another twelve days." 羌 Red gauze constricted the other's arm with bloodshots instantly. "Yin Ren locked her in the retreat room!"
"Disciple obey."
Bian Ren smelled the smell in the air, but also forcibly suppressed the inner anger, and led the girl and sister who were struggling to the dungeon.
When the hall was quiet, the remaining disciples in the Blood God Sect had dignified expressions, and they were more or less affected by the magic incense.
The sultry emotion is a kind of contagious thing, and the same is true of the devil.
"The rest of the people whose names I read also enter the retreat room ... I hope to see you all alive in twelve days."
羌 Hongsha is not very good at expressing affection to her disciples, even if she expresses it ... in this case, she must maintain the majesty of a suzerain.
Otherwise, the order in the ancestral gate would collapse in an instant. Now what Hong Hongsha can do is to retreat his disciples and let them carry their own demon as far as possible!
After all, they can no longer rely on video games to alleviate the symptoms of the demon. Keeping them together will only make the demon's influence worse.
So 羌 Hongsha began to name the disciples who had already begun to show signs of going into magic. There were 34 disciples.
"Observe."
"Follow the instructions of the lord."
"Master Sovereign, twelve days later ... will Mr. Shu come back?"
One of the youngest female disciples asked ... something that all the disciples were very concerned about.
"I will come back, with the sun, blueprints, and food, so before this time, no one of you is allowed to self-determinate, even if the demon is serious, the self-dead is not eligible to have a seat on my door."
Wu Hongsha reminded the disciples once again, because in the millennium after the calamity, there were thousands of disciples of the Inner Gate of the Blood God Sect, but now there are only a few hundred less.
大多数 Most of the disciples who have died can't bear the pressure and choose to commit suicide.
The disciples should be ... 羌 Hongsha also controls her flesh and blood, watching the disciples walk into the retreat one by one.
In the mountain behind the Blood God Zong, there is a specially built inner door disciple's retreat room. Once the stone door of the retreat room is closed, non-outsiders will open it, and people inside can never open it.
The retreat is the best choice for monks to maintain their lives during the calamity, that is, to reduce the loss of body and life in sleep.
The time of twelve days was not a problem for the disciples of the Blood God Sect, even if it was a year of retreat for the weakest disciples.
But now they have to resist their own demon in the process of retreat.
Xi Hongsha watched the disciples named by herself from the perspective of flesh and blood and walked into the retreat in turn.
的 The expressions on the faces of disciples affected by the demon are more disturbed than angry.
The disciples with a normal remaining state of mind passed on all their snacks that had not been eaten before they watched their fellow teachers and brothers enter the retreat room.
But even with 34 disciples, each of them can only get a packet of pork shop and a small portion of pickled chicken feet.
雪 "Xueqin, hold on, we don't need to save on these snacks for twelve days."
Bian Ren is the righteous brother of Bian Xueqin. Before putting his tortured righteous sister into the retreat room, he put a meditation fruit gifted to him by the disciple of the former Shennongzong ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Brother ... you are also affected by the incense ... "
Wu Xueqin couldn't even speak clearly now, and almost bit it on Huan Ren's shoulder.
羌 Hongya, who was watching from the side, directly waved and threw it into the autism room, and then waved the heavy stone door of the autism room to the top!
At the moment when the stone door was closed, a heavy impact came from behind, which made the disciples of the Blood God Sect who were still able to hold each other look at each other uneasily.
"Master, Xueqin, can she really persist for twelve days?" 有些 Ren asked his master somewhat uncertainly.
"I don't know, other people can go into retreat as soon as possible while the demon is not occupying your body!"
The sound of 羌 hongsha sounded cold, but there was a trembling in it.
She really doesn't know how many people her disciple can survive after 12 days.
At this moment, Hongsha had a deep sense of weakness. In the past, she turned her hands over the clouds and rained her hands in Jiuyou, and no one dared to speak loudly in front of her.
He can't even protect one of his youngest disciples.
Qi Zongling Qi Fei Tian Gong, this feud ... I have written it down!
When this kind of killing idea rose in 羌 Hongsha's heart, a blood sect spied quickly into the retreat room of Houshan.
"Sovereign! The ancestor of Zongling Qifei Temple is waiting at the foot of the mountain, saying he wants to see you," said the spy.
"They dare to show up to see me ?!" The horror breath erupted from the flesh and blood of 羌 Hongzai. "It just happened that this killing intention had nowhere to vent! 羌 仁, 羌 平, 羌 ... follow me!"
Wu Hongsha named a few discipleless disciples who happily walked towards the gate.