I'm not alone.

I saw with my own eyes that a weeding disciple thought that the gods were unknowingly stuffed into his arms because he was greedy for a herb, but he didn't want to be seen by the overseer's disciple.

"Chop! If you eat the bear's heart and leopard gall, you dare to steal the herbs of the Netherworld! ”

The disciple overseer was furious, and several arrows rushed in front of the disciple who stole the medicine, and without saying a word, he punched out and hit him directly in the chest.

The medicine stealing disciple screamed, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and this punch directly collapsed his chest and fell to his knees.

"Spare my life, spare my life, I don't dare anymore." The disciple who stole the medicine had a painful face, raised the stolen herbs with both hands, and kept begging for mercy.

The overseer disciple obviously wanted to take advantage of this person, and did not pay attention to his words begging for mercy, but took it out with a fierce face, pressed him to the ground, and fiercely broke his two tendons, and then kicked him in the head, kicked him unconscious, and finally stopped.

"You newcomers, since you have come to the Netherworld Sect, you have to abide by the rules for Lao Tzu. Anyone with bad intentions must be severely punished, this guy is the end of theft, what to see, don't hurry up and work. The overseer disciple's gaze swept over everyone and shouted loudly.

All the disciples' faces changed, and they looked at the overseer disciples with fear, all of them were silent, and they bowed their heads to work.

I took a deep breath, and sure enough, it was a cult, and this tendon was too bloody, so I quickly put away my careful thoughts, and honestly waved my pickaxe, except for the draft.

As for the disciple who had his hand tendon broken, he was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and no one paid attention to it.

After a while, the two disciples came to the Baicao Garden, picked up the disciple on the ground who had broken his tendons, and walked down the mountain, presumably being expelled from the mountain gate.

Time flies, and before you know it, the sun has set.

After a busy day's work, I finally cleaned the weeds from the medicine field, and then left with my pickaxe on my shoulder, and returned to my own stone house.

I was also a little tired, and soon after I rolled over to bed, I fell asleep.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a month passes.

In the course of a month, I have gained a deeper understanding of the Nether Cult.

This is a very brutal sect.

The disciples can fight with each other, so ruthlessly and bravely, as long as they don't get killed, no one will interfere.

Almost every night, there is a fight in the square.

Through the window of the stone house, one of the disciples was knocked to the ground, blood spurting from his mouth, and finally the victor looted his storage bag and walked away.

There are also disciples who are not strong, they were beaten and their hands and feet were broken, covered in blood, and they were even humiliated by others after the incident, so they took away the storage bag and left laughing wildly.

Looking at the lively disciples around, everyone was watching this scene with cold eyes, and no one planned to step forward to persuade them, as if they had long been accustomed to it.

I have seen the same scene many times, from the shock at the beginning, to the numbness now.

I vaguely sensed that the Netherworld Sect's attitude towards its disciples was like raising Gu, allowing them to kill each other, survive the fittest, and select more outstanding disciples.

These outer disciples who fought in the square were either for each other's finances or to settle personal grievances, most of them were cultivators of the Yin God Realm, fighting each other bloodily, and many of them were disabled.

If I step into the square to participate, with my own cultivation in the exorcism realm, I will definitely be able to sweep a piece and obtain the magic weapons and treasures in the other party's storage bag.

But I didn't do it, because these were ordinary outer disciples, and there was nothing of value on them, and I couldn't afford to offend a group of enemies for a little garbage magic weapon.

So, I went to work in the medicine field during the day, and at night I locked myself in my house and meditated, ignoring the fighting methods in the square.

Early in the morning, when the sun had just risen and I was still asleep, a long bell rang in the square.

When I heard the voice, one of the spirits rolled over and sat up, and after a little recollection, I remembered that today was the day of the pill at the end of the month.

This is the rule of the sect, and at the end of each month, a few grains of "Soul Nourishing Pill" will be put as a reward for the work of the outer disciples.

The Soul Nourishing Pill is made of ginseng, Qixing grass, yellow essence and other dozens of herbs produced by the Baicao Garden, which are sent to the alchemy room and refined by the Dan Master to enhance the cultivation of the pill.

This pill, taking one pill, can be worth the miraculous effect of meditation and vomiting for a month.

It can be said that every outer disciple has worked diligently for a month to wait for this day to come.

As soon as I got out of the stone house, I saw that the square was already full of people, and there were already three hundred disciples gathered, and everyone's face showed an irrepressible look of excitement.

At this moment, two disciples stood in the center of the square.

The outer disciples were all dressed in the same gray robes, but the two were different.

The two of them all have purple robes, one male and one female, the man is tall, his face is handsome, and his expression is proud, as for the woman, her skin is like condensed fat, and her expression is cold, it is Liu Feiyan.

"It turned out that Senior Sister Liu personally put the pill, isn't she out of the critical juncture of retreat?"

"Hey, Senior Brother Zhao Jun is also here, he is the first person of the Holy Son, he has the cultivation of the Great Perfection of the Sacrifice Period, and he is only one step away from the Thunder Tribulation, tsk, he and Senior Sister Liu are standing together, it is really a talented and beautiful woman, a match made in heaven."

"Hehe, Senior Sister Liu focuses on cultivation and doesn't care about the love of her children, not to mention, she is a demon body, how can she combine with a human monk?"

"It's nothing, Senior Sister Liu is currently cultivating at the first level of the Thunder Tribulation, and when she survives the ninth layer of the Thunder Tribulation, she will be successfully autopsied, and her soul will abandon the demon body and turn into a mortal fetus, and she will be reborn as a human."

"Humph! How can it be so simple to survive the nine-layer thunder tribulation, this thunder tribulation is more difficult and more difficult every time, thrilling, one accident, the light is all the cultivation is wasted, and the heavy is the soul scattered and disappears between heaven and earth. In ancient times, there were only a few monks who survived the Nine Layers of Thunder Tribulation, not to mention that now is the era of the end of the law, and the aura of heaven and earth is insufficient. In my opinion, Liu Feiyan was lucky to cross the first floor, and it was simply wishful thinking to cross the ninth floor. ”

The one who spoke was a female disciple with freckles on her face, looking at Liu Feiyan in the center, the look of jealousy in her eyes flashed.

"Quiet!"

While the disciples were whispering, in the middle of the square, the man in a purple robe suddenly spoke.

His voice was not loud, but it contained his own mana, and when it came out, it reverberated in all directions, making everyone's hearts vibrate, piercing the eardrums, I only felt that my mind was buzzing, and it took a long time to ease up.

For a while, there was silence in the square, and everyone's eyes were all looking at the purple-robed man.