Chapter 3962: Go deep into the tiger's den

The rules cannot be violated, and once they are limited, they will be most helpless.
Just like this group of mutants, like domesticated cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs, there is no freedom at all.
When the herding monk gave an order, he must run obediently and not rest for a moment.
With another order, it is necessary to launch an attack on the innate fetus, or swallow the corpse of the beheaded innate god.
Rotten and dirty, ugly and filthy, the process of devouring the corpse is not enjoyment, but unspeakable pain and torment.
For mutants, the corpses of gods that contain the origin of gods can not only help evolution, but are also the most deadly poison.
After swallowing the congenital corpse, it became an inhuman and ghost mutant fetus.
Originally after being refined by the sacred fire, the mutant has eliminated all the residual poison, and the body is as transparent as flawless glass.
The pain no longer exists, and the mind is also unaffected.
Originally thought to be out of the sea of ​​bitterness, but did not want to fall into the abyss again, in the process of devouring the remains of the gods, boundless pain rolled in again.
The mutant wailed loudly, trying to get rid of the shackles of the rules and confessing the misery of fate.
No matter how crying, it can't reverse the tragic fate.
As the devouring continued, the soul body of the mutant was filthy, and the devilish energy and blood energy grew crazily.
As before, the whole body was full of demonic energy, exuding a fierce and greedy atmosphere.
All kinds of wailing and roaring, one after another, sounded higher and higher.
This state of crazy out of control is what a mutant should have.
When the monks in charge of herding saw this, they immediately showed a hint of joy, which was exactly what they wanted.
"Good livestock, eat more, the more you eat, the better!"
The herding monk shouted loudly, the eyes looking at the mutant were like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
"This group of mutants has reached the limit of natural evolution. Does this kind of grazing waste time?"
A monk asked questions. He observed the various performances of the mutants and knew that there was no longer any possibility of free evolution.
"These mutants are tempered by the divine fire, and they are prone to problems. If they want to return to their original state, they must be properly "nourished"!"
The monk leader holding the rule token casually answered the doubts of his companions. Although his tone was contemptuous, he always maintained a rigorous attitude.
Driven by the herding monks, the mutants continued to devour the remains, and the soul and body had been completely contaminated.
The effect of the divine fire refining is now gone, and pollution is more than three points better than in the past.
The mutants are completely desperate, just like the evil spirits in purgatory, wailing screams continuously.
The herding monk selects mutants, looks at the appearance, explores the soul, and confirms that they have met the acceptance criteria.
The palm command monk drives the rules, and the mutants gather again and run wildly in a certain direction.
The body of the mutant is deformed and distorted, turning into a giant, which looks like a moving hill when running.
It was earth-shattering when he ran, and he looked very imposing.
This crazy rush is also a great burden for the mutants, but driven by the rules, even if he spit out blood, he would never stop.
There are indeed some mutants who are in extremely bad condition, and every step forward is painful torment.
Those monks who were responsible for herding, did not seem to have seen them, and didn't care about the life and death of the mutants.
Fortunately, this painful journey still has an end.
Countless mutants appeared in front of them, walking slowly like puppets, but in fact they kept spinning in circles.
In the process of walking, the mutant's strength continued to increase, and the aura became more and more fierce.
Numerous cultivators are responsible for defense, and when they see the mutants rolling in, they know that there is a new batch of goods coming to the door.
"This time the cattle and sheep seem to be a bit special?"
As soon as the two parties met, the monk leader in charge of the guard raised his doubts.
Calling mutants a cow and sheep is enough to prove the other side's mentality.
"These guys were taken abducted and burned by the sacred fire, and they almost became waste products.
Fortunately, the rescue was timely and did not cause much loss. "
The monk leader in charge of herding, with a sigh in his tone, was annoyed by this sudden twist.
Hearing the answer from the herding leader, the monk in charge of the guard also sneered.
"Those guys are also stupid. They dare to fight and struggle. I really think they can escape this disaster!"
There was disdain in his tone, and he was obviously not optimistic about the escapee.
"As long as you enter this super plane, if you don't have the means to escape, you won't be able to escape the end of being beheaded and enslaved.
If you are smart enough, you should surrender and join immediately, so as not to waste your time and end up worse than life..."
The two monks talked to each other with an unscrupulous appearance, but they didn't know that the wall had ears, and the content of the discussion was already known.
However, these two monk chiefs were also at the bottom level after all, and they had never known the real secrets.
There is a lot of arrogance in the conversation, and he is obviously a bully, far more ferocious and vicious than the owner.
The handover between the two parties is complete, and the herding cultivator leads the team to leave, and there are more mutants that need to be grazing and cultivated.
Although this group of mutants was special, they couldn't get much attention.
After the herding cultivator left, the leader in charge of vigilance grew colder, waving the token and began to drive the mutant.
His attitude is bad and fierce, compared to the leader of the herding monk, he is obviously worse than that.
It's normal to want to come.
Faced with so many mutants, being domesticated like livestock, their mentality will eventually be affected.
Even the ultimate mutant, with strong combat effectiveness, is still despised and rejected by the monks.
But something like a beast, how can it be compared with a practitioner, even if it has a strong fighting power, it is still a tool driven by enslavement after all.
The occurrence of such a situation may be due to jealousy and panic. After all, the existence of mutants made the monks feel a trace of pressure.
With such a large number, even the monks are afraid, for fear that one day the mutants will gain power and ride on the monks' heads as a prestige.
Now that he is in his own hands, he can't miss the opportunity. It is bound to be a good deal of abuse and torment.
If you plant the seeds of fear, you don't dare to resist easily, which is a prevention in advance.
Fortunately, the price of mutation promotion is to obliterate one's own sanity, and ultimate mutants are all unconscious puppets.
Like this kind of brainless guy, after all, he still has to be controlled by the monk, and there is no chance of turning over.
Under the trend of rules, mutants go to different areas according to different strength levels.
When you reach the corresponding position, you can feel the rhythm of the devil's eye, and when the frequency is exactly the same, you will receive the energy instillation of the devil's eye.
The proceeds from the practice of Demon Eyes will be distributed to the mutants who are also practicing.
The eyes of the devil are the ancient gods, and the source of the gods through cultivation is immeasurable. Even if it is shared among the mutants who practice together, it is enough to benefit everyone infinitely.
It is precisely by relying on the method of accumulation of strength to forcibly enhance the strength of the primary mutants and become a high-level or ultimate existence.
As the mutant joined the camp, the previous commotion gradually subsided, and everything returned to normal.
The rhythm from the eyes of the devil rippled like ocean waves, and the roaring and wailing mutant gradually became quiet.
In the face of powerful rule forces, mutants can only be forced to assimilate and suppress, and there is no possibility of resistance at all.
The pain in my heart is beyond words.
But among the new mutants, there was such a figure, showing a state of sweetness.
It was Tang Zhen who was in disguise, mixed into the crowd of mutants, trying to secretly practice with the power of the Devil's Eye.