"Elder......" she began to beg for mercy, and began to say kind things desperately. In order to survive, she is even willing to give everything she can, including her body. Zhang Mengmeng is not a chivalrous woman, let alone the kind of reserved principled noble daughter, she is just a disciple of the Demon Pavilion, an ordinary low-level monk.

She knew that Elder Feng might not dare to kill her now, but Elder Feng could pass the matter to the worship and the master, in that case, Zhang Mengmeng would die, because her master, the head of the Demon Pavilion, was actually not a person who protected her shortcomings, at least not for Zhang Mengmeng, for the sake of the rules of the Demon Pavilion, in order to further envelop the offerings, the Dharma Protector and the elders, the hearts of the real core members of the Demon Pavilion, could sacrifice his disciples without limit, even if it was the three talents of the Demon Pavilion.

There are only three talented people in the Mowei Pavilion, but there are not three, thirty, or three hundred candidates for the talented people, but three thousand! Without Zhang Mengmeng's Mowei Pavilion, it is still the Mowei Pavilion.

So he began to plead incessantly, and the voice was truly heartbreaking, more poignant and sorrowful than the cry of the most poignant woman. "Enough! Less noise!" Elder Feng actually couldn't stand this disturbing voice, not to mention that he was annoyed at this time.

He shouted loudly, interrupting Zhang Mengmeng's pleading, but did not interrupt Zhang Mengmeng's tears. Elder Feng leaned back in his chair and squinted at the beam, unwilling to look at Zhang Mengmeng's pitiful crying face.

After a long time, he said, "Okay, don't pee." Elder Ben made an exception and gave him a chance......"

Zhang Mengmeng suddenly fell down, as if someone behind her stepped on her back.

"You go to be his master, go and teach him the Remnant Soul Sutra, you must let him kill people and refine his soul with his own hands, so that he will no longer have anything to do with the people of Hanshan Temple......" Elder Feng said slowly, satisfied to see Zhang Mengmeng's body trembling violently. The people of the Demon Pavilion all know that the exercise of "Soul Eater Decision" does not need to kill people and refine souls before entering the realm of the body, as long as they breathe out the dark qi, but "Remnant Soul Sutra" is different, from the very beginning, it is necessary to kill people and refine souls, refine the souls of the newly deceased into the magic weapons, and then use their own essence and blood to feed the magic weapons, and get strong power from the magic weapons, this kind of exercise is compared to "Soul Eater Decision" The cultivation speed is much faster, but the strength under the same level is much weaker, and if you want to progress, you must continue to kill people and refine your soul, the longer you cultivate, the more difficult it is to progress, and the more people you need to kill. This kind of exercise is rarely practiced in the Demon Pavilion, and even that Hai Qianqiu doesn't dare to practice it, because once he cultivates it, he will be full of murderous aura wherever he goes, and it will be difficult not to attract the attention of people in the righteous path.

This kind of exercise, which completely relies on killing people and refining souls, has attracted the hostility of Hanshan Temple more than any other practice in the Demon Pavilion, and letting Yinchen cultivate this is to completely put Yinchen on the opposite side of Hanshan Temple, and it is also to completely push Yinchen into the fire pit that will never recover.

Elder Feng's plan is not vicious!

"Besides, you're going to have to figure out where his black energy came from. Let's see if we can get some of that...... As for the other powers on his body, don't worry about it, we don't need anything else except that black energy. ”

"Also, you have to find out his temperament in the shortest possible time and figure out what he is thinking, this is the most important thing! Don't look at what he promised just now, promise to keep his mouth shut, but!" Elder Feng's voice suddenly became stern: "Who knows if he is in the way of our Demon Pavilion's face, or if he has some other calculations to say this! The hearts of the people in the world are very sinister, even if they are children, they can't be taken lightly! Zhang Mengmeng, you listen carefully!" We must do everything we can to get to know this person and understand what his attitude towards our Demon Pavilion! If he is loyal and wants to join the Demon Pavilion, then spare no effort to support him! Cultivate a genius who can reach the seventh level of the body at a young age! If you find that he has a different heart, you should report it to Elder Ben immediately, and there must be no mistake!"

Elder Feng said violently, and Zhang Mengmeng prostrated at his feet, listening silently.

“...... Finally, keep an eye on him, don't let him run around, let alone spoil our affairs, this time, the sect has a decisive grasp of the victory, as long as the people of Hanshan Temple are transferred by us and have no time to take care of here, we will win...... This battlement was going to be abandoned at that time, and no one could be left, so I had to bring that kid with me, and by the way, let him know that we knew the majesty of our Demon Pavilion......"

Elder Feng's tone became relaxed again, as if his mood improved as soon as he remembered that plan.

......

On the other side, Silver Dust followed a few plump maids to a small room.

"Young Master, this is your place. The maid respectfully introduced Silver Dust. Yinchen looked through the door and found that this was a room similar to Zhang Mengmeng's, clean, situational, bright and a little warm small room, large bed, soft quilt, small bamboo woven bedside table and a large open window, as well as some exquisite small ornaments, the furnishings of the whole room are quite simple, even children like Yinchen who are used to living in a modern room with a simple style also feel a little simpler.

"No mobile phone, no computer, no game console, pity my 30 max-level accounts......" Yinchen sighed to the sky.

"What are you talking about, young master?" the maid asked very nervously and even a little frightened, as a servant, especially as a servant of the Demon Pavilion, if she can't understand the words of the master, it is a capital crime, and there is no room for negotiation, but she, God is pitiful, she doesn't understand what this new little master is talking about at all!

"Nothing?" Silver Dust maliciously imitated the posture of the national leader and waved his hand boldly, and then asked a question that seemed difficult to understand to him, but very ** to the maid's opinion:

"Anyway, is this a boys' dormitory? It's so big...... Bed?"

"Young Master......" Yinchen didn't have to look back, just by his domain perception, he could detect two red glows flying on the maid's face: "Here...... It is arranged according to the rooms of the official disciples in the sect...... The young master is still young...... In a few years we'll know what this bed is for...... The young master now knows that it will, it will hurt his body......" The maid's voice became smaller and smaller, and Silver Dust gradually realized that she seemed to have asked a very strange question.

"The welfare of the official disciple is good?" Yinchen resisted the urge to cover his face and get under the bed, gritting his teeth to ask the last question, he felt that his tone felt like he was chanting the name of his mortal enemy.

"Yes. The maid's voice immediately became normal, or she was forcing herself to speak in a tone that sounded normal, with a slight flattering tone: "Our servants in the Demon Pavilion, they are all bought out for life, and the way is clean...... Whenever a formal disciple needs it, he can ...... In short, if the young master can stay here well, he will enjoy endless blessings!"

"Got it, let's go. Yinchen forcibly suppressed his beating heart and said, he was really worried, worried that if he said one more word and opened his mouth one more time, his little heart would jump out of his throat.

In his head, some strange images began to appear dimly, that is, in a small black alley near the back door of the school, in a small dark video hall that does not see sunlight all year round, he was a child, once he and his friends secretly climbed over the wall into the backyard of the video hall, lying on the vent to watch those images in the underground screening room, listening to the adults say, those things are evil, but why do those adults like to watch evil things?

He felt his body heat up uncontrollably, and he wanted to be quiet and use cultivation to counteract this strange heat.

"Isn't this a fire elemental? Isn't it a light element?" he thought cross-legged on the soft big bed, depressed, almost half of his body sinking in.