Heavenly Thunder strikes me down, and I become a Disaster Demon Lord

Lin Feng wanted to yell for someone to come, but suddenly remembered that he had already retreated to the left and right, and no one dared to wander around the bedroom to disturb him after he rested.

What's more, the demon king who is above ten thousand people doesn't need to be protected at all, no one in the whole sect can hurt him.

Furthermore, even if Lin Feng wanted to shout, he couldn't make a sound.

It was obvious that he was using the body of the Mozun, and the other party was only the body of a low-level disciple with a low cultivation level, but Lin Feng felt a chill from the bottom of his heart in the roiling hot spring.

This should be the Demon Lord.

His poor acting skills these days, in front of the True Demon Lord, are like a smashed show, so clumsy that it's not worth mentioning.

"Do you want to call someone?" The other party almost pressed against his ear, and asked softly, "I'm afraid it's not right?"

"Dangtang Mozun is held in my hand like a chick. Guess, if the subordinates see it, will they be suspicious?"

"Guess, will they find out that you are a fake, tie you up in a dungeon, and use one hundred and eighty instruments of torture on you, tormenting you so much that your life would be worse than death?"

The visitor saw with satisfaction that Lin Feng's originally crimson lips had turned white a little bit, his eyes showed unconcealable panic and fear, and he laughed happily.

And seeing this expression on his face, it was funny but at the same time unspeakably irritated.

He moved down the palm of Lin Feng's chin, pressed against the protruding Adam's apple, and suddenly grabbed his neck covered with water.

"Don't use the deity's face to make such an incompetent expression!" He said violently, his tone fierce.

If it wasn't for the other party actually using his body, if it wasn't for him not finding a way to get it back...

He really wanted to strangle this thing that dared to take over his body.

He violently threw the person into the middle of the hot spring, watching the person coughing and puffing up, through the mist of water, the red fingerprints on the neck were faintly visible.

Shi Chongyan didn't know that his body could be so delicate, so he couldn't help being stunned.

Lin Feng took a few mouthfuls of reddish water, coughed several times, and was about to speak up to defend his innocence, when he raised his eyes, he saw the man on the shore unfastened his belt, and his clothes slipped to the ground, dripping into the water leisurely. spa.

Lin Feng forgot what he wanted to say for a moment, and took a few steps back while paddling in the water. His back touched the rough stones by the pool, and he said in horror, "What are you going to do?!"

"Slaves are sent to serve His Majesty," Shi Chongyan said with a smile, approaching step by step, "Of course they are to serve His Majesty to take a bath."

Lin Feng was ashamed and annoyed when he saw the face that belonged to him smiling like an evildoer. He really couldn't figure out what the demon king occupying his body was thinking.

This is the demon's own body!

Who the hell is this devil, who actually treats his own body...

No, absolutely no!

The devil is absurd, and Lin Feng is definitely not someone who can follow the absurd.

He secretly raised his palm, but remembering the back mountain that was almost split open, he bit his lip and put it down again.

He can't control it well, he cherishes his life, and dare not use it on his own body.

Lin Feng supported the edge of the pool and jumped up, fetched his clothes from the air, wrapped them hastily, and ran away without looking back.

Shi Chongyan was immersed in the chest-high hot spring, staring at the back of the fleeing figure with a smile on his lips and coldness in his eyes.

He clasped his palms together, raised a pinch of water, sprinkled it lightly on his shoulders, and sneered.

This is a waste that occupies his body and can't use any mana. He must not be the one who deliberately designed to frame him.

There are other people who want to harm him.

When he is found out, that person will be smashed to ashes, and even his soul will be smashed into powder.

More than a month ago——

Shi Chongyan woke up on a hard bed covered with a quilt, feeling panicked.

He casually went to the side to grab Wen Xiang Nuan Yu, frowned and opened his eyes, he was quite shocked by the three big heads leaning in front of him.

Before they could utter an angry reprimand, the three of them shouted happily: "Junior Brother Feng, you're awake!"

"You scared us to death!"

"Amazing, junior brother, the hundreds of years old tree has been scorched, yet you are fine!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, whoever is going to report to Senior Brother Gu!"

Three annoying sparrows were chirping like crazy, making people's brains hurt.

Shi Chongyan didn't say a word, and just sorted out the situation from the three people.

He—or this body, called Lin Feng, a young disciple of Tianqing Mountain, was found collapsed under a tree scorched by lightning two days ago.

It cannot be said that he is safe and sound, Shi Chongyan sneered in his heart.

At least, he clearly knew that he was not the junior "Lin Feng" they said.

He is Mozun Shi Chongyan.

He should be worshiped by thousands of people in the Demon Cult on the top of Luoyue Mountain, instead of being squeezed into a room with three little Taoist priests and sleeping on an extremely hard wooden bed.

This body's cultivation level is terribly low, Shi Chongyan tried to investigate, fearing that even the three people in this room could not be photographed to death.

But Shi Chongyan has always had many faces.

From the attitude of others towards him, he figured out what kind of temperament "Lin Feng" should be, and he smiled at the fellow disciples who came to care one after another, without any mistakes.

He saw "Senior Brother Gu", Gu Xuanzhi who heard those people yelling as soon as he woke up.

He looked like a good old man, but he was quite handsome, so he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him: "Junior Brother Feng, you really frightened us, I almost thought you were a mess of the demon attack."

"Senior brother, I was joking. I am not worthy of a surprise attack from the demons." Shi Chongyan replied with a smile.

It's a pity that he has no interest in this kind of boring person who talks about the righteousness of the common people.

He stayed in Tianqing Mountain for a few days, carefully inquiring about the Devil's Cult, but did not hear any visions.

More than ten days ago, he finally found an opportunity to go down the mountain alone, pretended to bid farewell to his senior brothers, turned around and headed towards Luoyue Mountain without stopping.

Shi Chongyan once again realized the low level of cultivation of this body, and Yujian couldn't hold it for a long time, so he had to stop and rest.

After stumbling, he finally arrived at Luoyue Mountain more than ten days later, relying on his familiarity with the terrain, he quietly entered the bedroom without disturbing anyone.

He saw "himself" in the hot spring.

He traveled all the way and suffered a lot, but this thing occupying his body was happy and comfortable.

Shi Chongyan laughed back angrily.

At this moment, Shi Chongyan slowly washed away the dust from the journey, and disliked not wearing the clothes he had followed him by the pool, steamed the water stains with thin mana, walked into the room, picked out a piece of clothing and put it on casually.

This body was shorter than his own, and the clothes were so baggy that they covered his ankles and wrists.

He glanced at the back room, and through the dark red veil, he saw a figure tucked up in the quilt like an ostrich fleeing away.

Shi Chongyan smiled, walked barefoot to the bed, lifted the bed curtain, and sat down on the bed naturally.

The bulging shape of the bedding on the bed shook slightly, and the person who only showed his head closed his eyes tightly, as if this way he would not be seen pretending to be asleep.

"Hello, your name is Lin Feng?" Shi Chongyan asked.

Lin Feng pretended to be dead and did not speak.

"It really is you." Shi Chongyan laughed, "Don't worry, little Taoist priest, I won't kill you."

"As long as you are willing to cooperate with me."

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