Reborn, the demon hybrid dragon cub is the group pet

When Ming Qing found out, someone had already flown several meters away, and only a pair of black wings caught his eye.

"He, he, he has wings"

Ignoring the surprised words of the man above him, Ming Qing helplessly held his forehead, Mo Xiotian, your cub is really not surprising at all.

He jumped up on tiptoes, floated in mid-air, and disappeared in front of Jian Xiaoling in the blink of an eye.

The man opened his mouth wide and watched as one or two of them flew away from his eyes. What was the background of these two little guys?

"Wait for me"

Jian Xiaoling was stuck in the middle of the branches. He could only struggle hard, and then successfully fell to the ground. He didn't even have time to clean his clothes and hurriedly chased after him.

Mo Junlin learned the identity of the other party and clenched his hands. It turned out that the leader was hiding other things from him.

"If you are willing to work with me to promote the Divine Sword Sect, maybe I can spare your life for the sake of Wan Jiansheng's closed disciple."

"The Divine Sword Sect is already the number one Sword Sect"

"Not enough. Why should we succumb to the Dragon Clan? The Demon Clan Mo Xiantian can still come out of the wilderness. They can survive for such a long time. Our Divine Sword Sect should be the same as them."

After saying this, the old man laughed crazily, "I have also lived for thousands of years, which proves that I am right. Those who opposed me are dead, and I should be the one to dominate this world."

Until he smelled a smell and saw Mo Shan'an appearing in front of him, he couldn't help but get closer to this tempting smell.

Evil spirits need support for a long time, and pure spiritual power is even more rare.

"Little one, are you also a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect?"

Mo Shanan wrinkled his nose. It smelled so bad, worse than the smell of a dead rat.

"Do you think I look like me, young master?"

"Oh, I'm not old, and I have a pretty bad temper. Do you know who I am?"

You dare to talk to him in this tone in front of him, you are a young thing.

Mo Junlin saw the evil spirit's excitement after Mo Shanan appeared, and knew what he wanted to do.

"Go quickly"

"Oh, don't even think about leaving either one of you, especially this little guy."

Mo Shanan's eyes fell on the bottle in his hand. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the two people who came quietly from the opposite side. The other party gave him a look, indicating that he was stalling for time.

"Ahem, I am a disciple of Shenjian Sect who has not yet become a master. I feel that old man Wan Jiansheng is not qualified to make me kneel down. My master must at least be the most powerful person in the world."

As Mo Shanan spoke, he was still disgusted and shook his head to express that the head of the Divine Sword Sect was really unsatisfactory.

Sure enough, these words caused the other party's attention to fall on him.

"Wan Jiansheng, he is indecisive. He is really not worthy of being the head of the Divine Sword Sect. I am different. If you are willing, how about becoming my disciple?"

Mo Shanan showed a hesitant expression and focused all his praise on the old man in front of him.

"When I was a child, I heard my father say that the first head of the Divine Sword Sect, Master Wan, was a capable man. He could do anything in heaven or on earth. He was simply a role model in the world. It's a pity that Li died young."

Mo Junlin's worried expression suddenly disappeared without a trace because of Mo Shanan's exaggerated words and actions.

The man had the urge to flee the scene. If he remembered correctly, Master Wan lived the longest among all the previous sect leaders. He died at more than a hundred years old. How could he die so young?

After listening to the cub's words, the two people who were attacking behind almost fell down. A sentence came to their minds at the same time: This kid can really make things up.

But the person involved really liked this trick

"Hahahaha, yes, little one, you really impress me."

Master Wan wants to raise him more than eating the cub in front of him. Of course, such pure spiritual power can only be supplied in an endless supply if he is raised by his side.

"Hahaha, blah blah blah, it's a pity that Master Wan has died a long time ago, otherwise I would really want to see his majestic appearance."

Mo Shanan almost vomited, his little eyes kept looking at the big one and the little one behind him, why the hell didn't you do anything, do you know how painful my conscience is now! ! !

"........."

Mo Junlin was completely silent, holding back the words he wanted to say several times. The blood of the demon clan was really incomprehensible.

"Speaking of which, do you know who I am?"

The old man's words made Mo Shanan's mouth twitch. Fortunately, it was not modern, otherwise this kind of black history would be available in high-definition and uncensored videos in the future.

"Oh my god, could it be that you are Master Wan?"

Mo Shanan pinched his voice and covered his mouth excitedly, no, mask, and yelled out in shock.

"That's right, I am."

Upon seeing this, Jian Xiaoling quickly hugged Master Wan and roared, "Quick, I've caught him, you guys do it quickly."

Mo Shanan and Ming Qing wanted to take a look, so they jumped up and tried to snatch the bottle in his left hand.

"Why are you so slow? My saliva is almost drying up."

Mo Junlin saw the mess in front of him, picked up the fallen sword next to him, propped himself up and prepared to stand up, but as soon as he stood up, it was over.

The three of them were instantly tied up by Master Wan. He pursed his lips, and the wrinkles between his brows could kill a fly.

"I told you to hurry up, but now look, we've all been arrested."

"Who asked you to talk nonsense there about dying young? This old man will die of old age at first glance. What you said is too false."

Ming Qing thought that his sneak attack plan was perfect, and this little guy must have been exposed.

"You still blame me? If you have the ability, tell me and I will sneak attack from behind."

Jian Xiaoling was between the two of them, his head was buzzing with the sound of endless arguments, and he gave the senior brother on the side a look, "Help me quickly."

"That's enough, you idiots, do you think you can hide this from me with your little tricks?"

Master Wan held the small bottle and stared viciously at the three people who tried to attack him, especially this little guy who was full of lies.

"I will now let you see what purgatory on earth is."

Master Wan released the bottle of black mist and chanted a spell to control them to drain the essence of his dead disciples and those who were still alive and unconscious.

"Hahahaha, as long as you give me a little more time, they will all obey me."

Mo Junlin's eyes were red, he slashed at him with his sword, and asked him angrily, "They are all disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, how could you do this to them?"

"So what? As long as I think about it, everyone in the world will worship me in the future. It doesn't matter if a few disciples die now."

After the old man finished speaking, he broke his sword with one hand, then pushed him to the ground, stepped on his head and said, "Look clearly, how I killed three of them one by one, especially this delicious little thing. "

Ming Qing looked up at the sky, with a mysterious smile on his lips. It's really too late. If it's any later, I won't leave it to you.

"I would like to know how a broken undead killed my bloodline. It's really exciting, isn't it?"

Mo Xiotian fell from the sky and landed behind Master Wan, with a bloodthirsty smile on his lips and his blood-red eyes staring closely at the old man.

"Do you need me to teach you how to do it?"

He waved his sleeves gently, and the black mist in the sky gradually stopped following his movements, as if time had stood still, and the wind did not move at all.