Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Ripples appeared in the sky above Black Wind Mountain, and then a figure stepped out from it, instantly attracting the attention of all the monsters.

Mo Fan looked at the figure and frowned slightly. It was another familiar face.

The Holy Son of Lion King Ridge, Qinghu!

"Brother Yuheng, since you are already here, why don't you show up and have a chat?"

"Or did your ancestor say something similar before, looking down on the Black Wind Ancestor, so he just sent you here to see for yourself?"

After Qinghu appeared, he looked towards a piece of void not far away. Soon, ripples appeared in that place, and at the same time, a burly figure walked out of it, like a white jade tower.

But it was the Holy Son of Baixiangling, Yuheng!

"Brother Laibao, long time no see!"

Yu Heng first bowed slightly to Mo Fan, then looked at Qing Hou and said calmly, "Brother Qing Hou, it's just the same for each other. Can you still represent the entire Lion King Ridge to participate in this event?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Qinghu snorted coldly and said no more.

“I believe Brother Lai Bao will not drive away the visitor, right?” Yu Heng looked at Mo Fan on the throne again.

"Of course, everyone who comes is a guest!"

Mo Fan smiled slightly, took a sip of the spiritual tea in his hand, and then continued, "Whether you are here to see me laugh or to get a glimpse of the truth of my demon race's grand gathering, it's all fine!

But as guests, you must follow the rules. You can just watch from the sidelines. Don't be impolite, or you will not be able to resist. "

Mo Fan's voice was not loud, but it contained a strong threat.

He had already figured out that the Holy Kings of the three major demon realms, the Bottomless Cave, Lion King Ridge and White Elephant Ridge, should have gone to the Moon-Watching Valley, and these three Holy Sons were only here to find out the truth.

To put it bluntly, they were there just to laugh at Mo Fan, so he naturally wouldn't be nice to these guys with bad intentions.

Sure enough, after he said this, the faces of the three saints all turned unhappy, but they did not say anything harsh.

Although they represent the opinions of the great Saint Kings and therefore have no goodwill towards Black Wind Mountain, it does not mean that they are stupid.

Although there is no Saint King in charge of Black Wind Mountain now, there are still many powerful ancestors. If the toad demon is angered at this time, there will naturally be no good consequences.

You have to know that this toad was the one who dared to challenge the Holy King of Sirius. He is simply a piece of tough meat. Whoever he touches will lose a piece of skin.

"Brother Laibao, rest assured. We are not here to cause trouble. We will naturally follow the host's wishes."

Qing Hu smiled slightly, took a step forward, and appeared on the martial arts field. He glanced at Feng Gu, and then walked towards the seat next to him.

"He who comes is stopped!"

A figure instantly flew to the martial arts arena and blocked Qinghu's way.

"What do you mean?"

"I came here just to attend the meeting. Are you guys not going to let me sit down?"

Qinghu raised his eyebrows slightly, with an angry look on his face. He looked coldly at the bird monster with wings on its back in front of him, with murderous intent surging in his eyes.

A mere demon king actually dared to block his way, he was simply courting death!

This bird monster is none other than Zhazha!

Qinghu's displeasure did not scare him away, but he smiled and said, "Son Qinghu, my ancestor just said that you should just wait and watch the ceremony!

Moreover, the seats here are limited, and I am afraid there is really no place for Your Highness, so please forgive me, Your Highness!"

Zhazha's words made Qinghu's face suddenly ugly. The aura on his body was constantly rising, and at the same time, the pressure from the ancestral realm was pressing towards Zhazha.

"Brother Qingqi, this is indeed what I meant. I believe Brother Qingqi can understand it, right?"

At this moment, Mo Fan's figure suddenly appeared behind Qinghu, and then Qinghu felt a big hand pressing on his shoulder.

In an instant, the might of the majestic king surged into Qinghu's body, instantly suppressing all the power in his body.

In just a moment, Qinghu couldn't even use the power of the demon baby!

This made Qinghu's body stiffen, and the pressure on his body was immediately restrained. He said with an unpleasant expression: "Of course, I just said that the guest should follow the host's wishes."

"very good!"

Mo Fan smiled and patted his shoulder, then scolded Zhazha: "How dare you, a mere king, stop the Qinghu Saint Son? Are you really tired of living?"

"Get out of here!"

"Yes!"

Zhazha laughed, then spread his wings and flew to the side.

Mo Fan looked at Qing Hou, Yan Mo and Yu Heng who had already arrived, and said with a smile: "You fellow Taoists are indeed the saints of each domain. You have all broken through to the ancestral realm. This is truly cause for celebration!"

"I still have to preside over the grand event, so I won't talk to you three any more. Please do as you please!"

After Mo Fan finished speaking, he took a step forward, and his whole body turned into a flash of lightning. In an instant, he appeared on the throne at the top, as if he had never left.

"Brother Qinghu, Laibao is too disrespectful to you. Are you just going to let him humiliate you like this?"

The Holy Son of the Flame Demon tilted his head slightly and looked at Qing Hou. His lips moved slightly, but he was transmitting a message.

"You you on the line!"

Qinghu snorted coldly, stared at the Flame Demon with cold eyes, turned around and walked away.

"Brother Yuheng, look at Qinghu, this guy is really a coward. He dared not say a word after being humiliated. He really brought shame to us Saints!

I see that Brother Yuheng seems to be even more unfathomable than he was decades ago. With Brother Yuheng's strength, he should be able to earn a seat, right?"

Seeing Qinghu walk away, Yanmo turned his gaze to Yuheng again.

"I think standing is fine. If you want a seat, you can go ask Laibao for one yourself."

Yuheng spoke with a smile, and then also moved away from this guy.

The Flame Demon looked around and finally could only sigh, and had to obediently walk aside to watch the ceremony.

The three holy sons, who had been so arrogant just now, suddenly fell silent. All the great monsters who attended the meeting saw this and inevitably felt a lot of waves in their hearts again.

This toad demon has really become a powerful force, and even the saints of the major demon realms don't take it seriously.

"Report——"

At this time, Scream came again. Just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted by Mo Fan, “Don’t report it. They’re already here. You should go down and rest!”

Scream was slightly startled when he heard that, and then he saw ripples in the void around him.

In an instant, several figures walked out.

"Ancestor Black Wind, are we not too late?"

A thin old man with a ponytail smiled at Mo Fan, then glanced at the monsters in the martial arts arena and said loudly: "The monsters of Baisheng Mountain have come to pay homage to the mountain and are invited to participate in the monster race's grand event!"

The group of five monsters, all of whom were powerful ancestral realm masters, made many of the big monsters below swallow their saliva.

Mo Fan had not expected that all the demon ancestors of Baisheng Mountain would arrive at the same time, and he immediately laughed and said, "Ancestor Xue Tu, you are joking. How can the demon race's grand gathering begin if you and your friends are not here?

Dear seniors, please take your seats quickly!! "

This skinny old man with a ponytail is none other than a demon, but the actual controller of Baisheng Mountain today, the Blood Slaughter Ancestor - Moluo!