Born to be King [Quick Transmigration]

"No, it's a woman?"

At the last moment of her life, the "Oiran" woman just wanted to scold the street, her eyes were wide open, and she stared at Mo Shang in disbelief.

Not a woman?Not a woman? !

Are all the members of the Demon Sect a bunch of idiots——?Didn't even know the target's true gender, and then rashly asked her to come over to seduce someone? !I fuck you uncle! !

The "Oiran" woman's lips twitched a few times, but she didn't have time to fear the constant loss of life, but an endless feeling of rage surged up in her heart!

Her body slid down limply, and there were a lot of bloodshot eyes in her dead eyes.

Grass... At the end, the "Oiran" woman stared fixedly at the back of the tulle, she knew that there were many demons standing behind it, planning to watch a bloody show.

There was a sly smile on her pale face - die!die!

What a bunch of idiots! !

"Is it done?" Across a layer of curtains, most of the demon cultivators couldn't tell the specific situation, but they poked out their demon energy and vaguely observed a figure falling down.

This should be the drama where the "sweetheart" is killed, it should be done!

They immediately let out bloodthirsty laughter, their faces twisted like evil spirits, and a wave of devilish energy rose up, as if paving the way for their next feast of dismembering Mo Shang.

The demon cultivators felt a clear killing intent coming from behind the curtain, and a few pioneers showed their weapons first, and cut off the curtain with a few swipes!

The demon cultivators became more and more excited, and the sound of cloth tearing was like a rehearsal for tearing Mo Shang's flesh and blood. They all took a few steps forward, wanting to be the first to share the cup. Soup people.

Killing Mo Shang is surrendering to the Demonic Dao Alliance, and devouring the flesh and blood of powerful monks is also a shortcut for some demonic cultivators to increase their strength.

How can this not drive them crazy? !

The Patriarch of the Red Blood Sect was reminded by Shi Shi, and deliberately placed all the people who brought him outside the reception banquet. This "shrinking turtle" appearance has long provoked the ridicule of sects that are not compatible with the Red Blood Sect.The Patriarch of the Scarlet Blood Sect took a deep breath——

But now, looking at what happened at the reception banquet, he felt even more panicked.

"Didn't you say that Mo Shang is very powerful? What happened now?! He was calculated to be like this by the people of the Demon Sect Alliance!"

The Patriarch of the Scarlet Blood Sect had already regretted it, he should never have listened to Yu Shi's words, he noticed the contemptuous look from an opponent directly in front of the reception banquet, and hated Yu Shi to death.

If it wasn't for him, how could he hide behind so much?Now if you want to be the first to crusade against Mo Shang and surrender to the Magic Alliance!

He grabbed Yu Shi, furious: "Come with me, let's deal with Mo Shang together, I don't want our sect to be the laughing stock of other sects!"

"No!!" Yu Shi looked at the excited and bloodthirsty appearance of the demon cultivators around him who took a few steps forward, and then took a few steps back like a clear stream.

He gritted his teeth, and desperately fought against the demonic energy of the Crimson Blood Sect's lord, with a mouthful of blood in his mouth: "I can't be this early bird—!"

Yu Shi, under the pressure of the demonic energy stronger than himself, finally spit out the secret: "Damn it, there is no dead woman that Mo Shang likes. The person he has been mourning for is his master, a woman who likes to wear clothes. A man in women's clothes! His master is truly Mo Shang's Ni Lin, and the Magic Alliance has been trampling on his bottom line crazily from the very beginning!"

"Gah...?"

The Patriarch of the Scarlet Blood Sect was stunned for a moment, his face was as blank as a bolt from the blue.

As soon as he loosened, Yu Shi, who was not as good as him in cultivation and physique, was dragged back a long way like pulling a willow.

The head of the Red Blood Sect: "???"

What the hell...?

"Good job." An elder of the Demon Sect walked in first, and was about to help the "Oiran" woman who was lying in a pool of blood.

"The task has been completed, you don't need to pretend, we will definitely remember your contribution." He lamented the superb acting skills of the "Oiran" woman, and felt emotional.

But then... the elder felt blood on his hand, and the "Oiran" woman turned her body over while being caressed by him, revealing those bloodshot eyes that were dying.

Elder: "!"

Only then did he realize that the "Oiran" woman was not acting well, but really died!Her throat was cut open by a sharp weapon, and she died on the spot, but the elder was so close to the woman, but he still couldn't feel any blood from her being killed.

Why is that?

"Who told you that Master is a woman?"

A clear voice came from the back of the elder's head, he short-circuited his head, and replied: "The woman Mo Shang likes is still his master? — Master-student chaos. Lun, then he should be killed!"

The elder raised a sinister smile as he spoke, although the matter of master-student love is nothing in their evil way, but some old and stubborn people always feel that this matter is outrageous.He was also happy to pour another bucket of dirty water on the dying Mo Shang.

They were planning to step on Mo Shang's corpse to rise to the top!

Um……?Why is this voice so young yet so familiar?Isn't there only a few cooperative elders around him?Whose young Moxiu is so ignorant that he dares to take credit from them? !

The elder squinted his eyes, realizing something was wrong—he turned his head full of murderous intent, but cut off his voice the moment he saw the scene behind him clearly.

His cooperating elders have all fallen silently, their throats all have very thin, very thin bloodstains, and there is a smile on their faces.

For today's feast, every well-informed demon cultivator has prepared well.These elders who intend to come out on top value this even more.

Because of this, they put on the most gorgeous and expensive cassocks, with pale golden thorn flowers tattooed on the black and dark blue background, and the lowly cultivators would be blinded by the flood of light if they took a second look.

At this moment, they died with their clothes in order, as if they had no time to struggle, nor did they have time to activate the defense of the cassock.Their hands were even firmly attached to their stomachs at the same time, as if, as if...

The elder took a breath, and suddenly remembered the appearance of people in the mortal world before they were put into coffins after death.

Smeared with thick powder, with a "relieved" smile before death...Holding his hands tightly on his abdomen, wearing a shroud——

He finally realized where this strong sense of horror came from. These dead elders looked like they were planning to go to their own funeral!

"Heh, heh..."

The elder didn't have time to make any more noises. After he escaped from this horror and fear for a short time, he saw the ghost-like expressions of the demon cultivators for the first time.

A faint voice came from the side of his ear, like a deep spring, pleasant to the ear, but it was the last sound that urged death——

"You guessed it right, this is a funeral—the funeral I prepared for Master. I still need you."

There was a bone-piercing chill on the elder's neck, and before he had time to make an ah, the thread was disconnected.

His last thought... was that he recognized that the person speaking in his ear was Mo Shang.And then there's... some irrelevant stuff.

Arranged in this way, the vestments of the dead elders fit together into one gigantic, blooming bramble flower, which lacked a petal to be complete.

——The missing petal, isn’t it him who also wears this cassock?

Isn't he still missing him?

This was really a "reception banquet". The hospitable host greeted these unruly guests, but he was not prepared to be slaughtered by them unknowingly, but decided to make the guests into funeral sacrifices.

All the noise that filled the group of demon cultivators was forced to stop. They were like ducks whose throats had been choked, but such a huge wave of demonic energy could not be twisted together, and they even wanted to flee in all directions.

The Patriarch of the Scarlet Blood Sect breathed a little behind, and patted Yu Shi's shoulder heavily, and said in a pleasant manner: "...you are right, we, no, what kind of terrible evil god did they provoke?" ah!!"

In front of everyone's eyes, all the beautiful dancing witches had died. Their deaths were not as peaceful as those of the first batch of elders who broke in. Perhaps it was because they were not selected for funerals. sacrifice.

...Blood gushed out from under their bodies continuously, staining the soil red, and after tearing up the curtain, the demon cultivators breathed a blood so strong that it would make people faint.

Every inch of the ground seemed red, and they couldn't even find a place to stay.These bloods are like blood flowers blooming into decay one after another, like the beautiful tail of an oiran's skirt.

And on the red-stained soil, there was a man dressed neatly, with a bright silver sword and a sharp blade.

Mo Shang stared at these demon cultivators, and suddenly smiled slightly. He had a pretty smile, and he didn't look like a lunatic at all.

But no one present dared not to regard him as a lunatic.Not to mention, countless demon cultivators came out of the shadows at this time, and their goal was very clear, that is, some veterans of the Demon Sect Alliance.

They are like a ray of ghosts, finally showing their fangs.Some of the demon cultivators present recognized them, and their eyes cracked: "It's you! The remnants of the Xuanwu Sect!! You are still alive——!"

They quickly realized what happened, and looked at Mo Shang in front of them in amazement: "You guys have been colluding for a long time! Those blind guys from the Demonic Dao Alliance actually lured wolves into the house!"

Mo Shang glanced at the restless Moxiu below with a calm expression, which silenced them.

There is no way, they have fallen into endless fear, whether it is for Mo Shang, or for the remnants of Xuanwu Sect who suddenly attacked.

They have been scared out of their wits.

Mo Shang spoke at this time: "I don't know them well. I killed you just because you were wrong and shouldn't pretend to be my master!"

"—It should be killed!"

As soon as he spoke, Lin Xuan made a gesture and beheaded the veterans on the spot.

Some people who wanted to kill them rushed towards Mo Shang like crazy, but he pierced through the bodies of these people without looking at them.

From the beginning to the end, Mo Shang kept his head down and his eyes were indifferent. There seemed to be a sadness that was not easy to be found in these eyes.As if killing these people didn't give him much pleasure.

As he said, it was a funeral.

In this way, he told Mo Dao what his Ni Lin was.

—Touch it, and you will die!