Li Muyang returned to No. 108, closed the stone door with his hand, observed it carefully, and made sure that the defensive formation had been operational, so he lay on the bed and slept beautifully for two hours.

After the break, Li Muyang first recalled in his mind the content of the classics he had read in the Scripture Pavilion again, and at the same time summarized and summarized his newly learned knowledge, and integrated and deduced these contents with the knowledge of the immortal cultivation world.

In the blink of an eye, it was dawn again, Li Muyang and the others could only stay in their respective rooms and could not go out.

Li Muyang is okay, he is either in a state of learning and deducing, or he is obsessed with cultivation and waiting for the opportunity steadfastly.

Many of the other monks were already sleeping, irritable and barely able to meditate, or their hearts were full of despair and had no intention of doing anything else.

At this moment, the stone doors of all the rooms suddenly flashed at the same time, and they opened automatically, and a deep voice came from the corridor: "Everyone in Area A, quickly gather in the Demon Mountain Hall." ”

Being interrupted from his cultivation was naturally very unpleasant, but Li Muyang was in good spirits, he knew that the Demon Mountain Sect took the initiative to summon these people out, something must have happened.

The Demon Mountain Sect bought these monks here at a high price, of course, not to enslave these people for hard labor.

These monks will inject new blood into the development and growth of the Demon Mountain Sect, some will become disciples of the Demon Mountain Sect, some will become the deacons of the Demon Mountain Sect, some will become the "human medicine" of the Demon Mountain Sect, and some will become the objects of the Demon Mountain Sect.

He walked out of the room neatly dressed, merged into the flow of people, walked through the corridor, and walked towards the Magic Mountain Hall.

There were already a lot of people gathered in the Magic Mountain Hall, everyone lined up in the order of their room numbers, and on the tall stone bench on the middle platform, no one dared to sit on it, and there was a tall old man sitting at this time.

Dressed in a wide black robe, with gray hair and beard, his face was pale, and he was holding a cane in his hand, quite powerful, and his body was shrouded in a yellow pillar of light.

Two beautiful women who looked to be about twenty years old were standing beside him, one on the left and one on the right, and it was obvious that this old man was the legendary Demon Mountain Sect Master Demon Mountain Tomorrow.

Seeing the magic mountain tomorrow, Li Muyang couldn't help but feel a little dazed, and the pitch-black spiritual power in the sea of spiritual consciousness began to be a little restless.

The feeling of seeing a respected relative, the inexplicable urge to fall to the ground and cry, and the inexplicably wet corners of his eyes all made Li Muyang extremely vigilant.

Could it be that the magic mountain and sea can really affect him?

Or even drive him crazy?

He leaned slightly, lowered his head to hide his expression, and quickly stabilized his emotions.

In addition to the Magic Mountain Tomorrow, what made Li Muyang almost a little out of control was the Demon Mountain Erhua, the junior sister of the Magic Mountain and the Sea, and the Taoist companion of the Magic Mountain and the Sea.

Nima!

How could the memory, mood and character of a fallen dead ghost have such a big impact?

Li Muyang secretly operated the Holy Spirit Immortal Skill, controlling the pitch-black spiritual power in the sea of spiritual consciousness, and at the same time calming himself down as quickly as possible.

All the people stood in a regular line, there were thousands of people, and everyone's faces were very solemn, and they didn't dare to make any sound.

Seeing that everyone was very well-behaved, Demon Mountain nodded tomorrow and said in a low and magnetic voice: "When you come to Demon Mountain, you are my people, and I will provide you with all kinds of cultivation classics and a good cultivation environment." ”

"However, you should also know that to survive in the Magic Mountain, you must be a useful person to me, only your existence will always be valuable to me, and you can live well in the Magic Mountain forever!"

After looking around at everyone majestically, Magic Mountain continued: "Of course, everyone will be valuable, but your value sometimes determines your life and death. ”

"Now, I will give you a more valuable opportunity, I will provide each of you with the five-grade spiritual cultivation classic "Netherworld Technique", within a year, those who have achieved cultivation can become disciples of my Demon Mountain Sect. ”

After the magic mountain finished speaking tomorrow, with a wave of the cane in his hand, hundreds of jade slips flew out and floated in front of the monk who had recently come to the magic mountain, and in front of Li Muyang, there was also one.

The five-grade spiritual cultivation method "Netherworld Formula", as soon as you hear this name, you know that nine times out of ten it is a demonic spiritual book.

Li Muyang stretched out his hand and took the jade slip in his hand, with an indifferent expression, this situation, Demon Mountain Huanhuan had already mentioned it to him.

Those who can successfully cultivate the Netherworld Technique within a year must be a cultivator with a strong soul and a person with extremely high spiritual talent.

In this way, the Demon Mountain Sect selected monks with spiritual talents and recruited them to become disciples of the Demon Mountain Sect.

A monk who is slightly inferior to the Demon Mountain Sect, but can be loyal to the Demon Mountain Sect, will become the deacon of the Demon Mountain Sect and take care of the affairs of the sect for the Demon Mountain Sect.

Again, it can only be used as a "human medicine", although this kind of monk can live for a long time, but at any time he will lose the spiritual power he has cultivated hard.

The value and significance of their existence is to dedicate their pure spiritual power and become a tonic for the disciples of the Demon Mountain Sect to cultivate diligently.

At the next level, if you can't contribute valuable experience, you can only contribute your body and become the object of autopsy experiments.

Li Muyang didn't dare to raise his head, as long as he saw the Magic Mountain Tomorrow or the Second Flower of the Magic Mountain, his emotions were a little difficult to control.

He also did not dare to use the Holy Spirit Immortal Skill with all his might, and although his spiritual cultivation was difficult to be explored, it was an exception when he was running the Spiritual Cultivation at full strength.

The most powerful spiritual cultivators of the Demon Mountain Sect were temporarily gathered here, and Li Muyang stabilized his mood a little and immediately collected the exercises, constricting his spiritual power, and did not dare to reveal a trace of spiritual power fluctuations.

Therefore, he simply kept his heart, turned a deaf ear to what the Demon Mountain Tomorrow or other Demon Mountain Sect disciples said, lowered his head and lowered his hands, and stood there quietly.

Until, the Dharma Protector of the Demon Mountain Sect was red and mentioned the section!

Six long stone tables, or stone beds, appear on the central platform in an instant, serving as the "operating table" for the section.

The dissection is the heaviest punishment in the Magic Mountain, and it is almost the only punishment, as long as you make a mistake, the final outcome is to be dissected.

The newcomers who watched the dissection for the first time were relatively normal, and most of the old people who had been in the Magic Mountain for a while were pale, and some of them were already trembling now, and it seemed that they were about to see something very terrifying.

The six people who were controlled by the chains were quickly escorted to the platform, everyone was clean, they should have just been cleaned, these six people almost had a nervous breakdown, their lips couldn't stop shaking, but they couldn't say a word, they didn't have the self-esteem of a monk and the demeanor of a strong man at all.

These six people must have seen the dissection, otherwise they would not have been scared like this.

Five men and one woman, all naked, were easily placed on the stone table, lying face up on the stone table, and chained to the stone table.

Everything was ready, Hua Yanhong said loudly: "These six people have all made the mistake of being dissected, No. 319, after breaking through the Zhuyuan Realm, they fled without permission and were sentenced to be dissected. ”

"B 51 and D 235 fought for personal enmity and did not listen to dissuasion, and were sentenced to a dissection at the same time, B 95 violated the order of the mountain lord and was sentenced to a dissection, Ding 11 had no experience in the Magic Mountain for four years, was passive and slack, and was sentenced to a caesarean section, C 132, and Ding 11, and a caesarean section. ”

"I also warn everyone not to ignore the rules of the Magic Mountain that every room has, and for those who abide by the rules of the Magic Mountain, you can rest assured that as long as you abide by the rules of the Magic Mountain and follow the rules, there will never be a danger of being dissected. ”

"Today's dissection is mainly for vivisection, taking out the fairy roots and meridians. You are all optimistic, study and understand well, and record your own experiences when you have them. ”

"The sect master is merciful and promises that these six people, as long as they endure the pain and cooperate with the completion of the removal of the immortal spirit root and meridian immortality, they can temporarily let the six of them live. Ready to get started!"

......

On the stone table not far in front of Li Muyang, the monk who was about to be dissected was a man about forty years old, who happened to be the only Yuan Realm monk among the six people.

This person is of medium height, well-proportioned, he should be relatively handsome when he was young, and the capital below is not small, but now he is like a lamb to the slaughter, with a desperate face.

The Zhuyuan Realm monks couldn't even break through a formation when no one was chasing and guarding, and they were trapped inside, which is why the people trapped in the Demon Mountain were desperate to escape from the Demon Mountain.

Because, there is no escape.

The six monks who presided over the dissection all looked young, and each one of them looked to be no more than twenty years old.

The person closest to Li Muyang was a young man in his twenties, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, very handsome, but his thin lips were slightly mean.

His hand holding the knife was very stable, and at first glance, it was not the first time that the main knife had been dissected, due to the close distance, Li Muyang smelled a vague fragrance of elixir, which should have come from the young man opposite.

The thin lips of the young man in charge of the knife hooked a small arc, looking a little cynical, wisps of black mist began to linger around his body, and the short knife in his hand also shone with a faint light.

This breath is very familiar to Li Muyang, it is the breath of cultivating the Demon Mountain Soul Devouring Technique, which is very similar to the pitch-black spiritual power in his sea of spiritual consciousness.

"Section!"

The young man with the main knife snorted softly, and the short knife in his hand shot out like lightning, breaking the belly of A One Hundred and Thirty-Nine.

The knife cut through the belly, the pain made the body of No. 139 tense up, and his face was painful, but he gritted his teeth and did not dare to make a sound.

In addition, he must also run the exercises with all his might, so that the immortal spirit root in his body and all the meridians and knots that have been opened up can be traced.

Only by unconditionally cooperating with the dissection of the chief knife can it be possible to save his life, even if he will never be able to leave the magic mountain for the rest of his life.

The young man with the main knife had eyes like lightning, full attention, holding the knife in his right hand, following the blade with his left hand, and the right hand in front of him had just cut the belly, and the left hand reached into the stomach to take out a piece of flesh that was slightly shining.

The blade of the right hand did not stop, following the route of the exercise just now, slashing rapidly in the flesh of No. 139 A, while the left hand followed closely, and the figure rotated with it, like flowing water.

In just a few blinks of an eye, his blade sliced through almost every meridian of the One Hundred and Thirty-Nine, from the top of his head to his toes.

And his left hand was not slow at all, and he followed the blade wherever it went, taking out a few thin strands of flesh from the body of A One Hundred and Thirty-Nine, all of which were wrapped in pitch-black spiritual power and floated in the air.

Hemostasis, application, retraction, and dissection completed.

A one hundred and thirty-nine, lost the fairy root and meridians, but still ...... Alive!

Li Muyang's eyes widened and watched the whole process carefully, and he was inexplicably surprised in his heart, could it be that the Demon Mountain Sect could really take out the immortal spirit roots and meridians in the monk's body?

(Collect, collect, collect!)