Demon girl, don't even think about my ruthlessness!

"Withdraw!" Mozun Yin Mofeng shouted in a dark voice, a big bloody hole was broken in his abdomen.

At his level, this kind of injury is not serious, but Liu Hongmao's forbidden technique is too powerful, and he is completely invincible. Seeing that the forbidden technique has not expired, he himself is about to be beaten to death.

Yin Mofeng had no time to wait any longer, so he retreated quickly, and waited until the next time when Liu Hongmao died.

With the order of the Demon Lord, the army of demon cultivators came vigorously and left swiftly.

All the disciples of Tianxu Sect looked at their ancestor with great reverence and enthusiasm, and drove away No.1 of Demon Venerable.

But the overdraft cultivation base must be repaid after all.

After Mozun and his disciples disappeared over Tianxu Gate, Liu Hongmao's figure fell to the sky after half a sound.

The fallen figure of the master became the shadow of all the disciples of Tianxu Sect.

From this moment on, Tianxu Sect was completely overturned. The peak era came to an end, and Tianxu Sect ushered in a nightmare period of decline.

The leader Liu Qingyun, who was still counting the casualties on the battlefield, saw this scene and left the matter at hand, and hurried to respond.

But after that, there was one person who was more sought after than him.

The burly and powerful body embraced the master with one hand, and the master Liu Qingyun frowned the next second, and saw that under the other sleeve... only the empty wind was blowing.

Liu Qingyun raised his head to look at his long-time fellow apprentice, Wei Hai, the master of Juhao Peak, and asked bitterly, "How...how did you get hurt?"

Wei Hai, the owner of Juhao Peak, pursed the corners of his mouth, and said freely: "I fought with a demon general, and the result was that I lost a hand, and he lost a head. loss, don't say

That's it, hurry up and take Master to heal, the price of the forbidden technique is terrible..."

The head of the sect, Liu Qingyun, looked at the fading aura of the master, like a decaying old man struggling on the edge of life and death, his eyes darkened immediately: "Well, let's go quickly."

……

After the Mozun retreated, Lu Jiao inevitably had to leave with him.

In this defeat, even if the Demon Sect took away many resources from the Tianxu Sect, it still couldn't stop the bad news that the Demon Lord was injured.

When retreating, all the magicians walked in silence with low air pressure.

Back to the Demon Realm.

Mo Zun Yin Mo Feng took the lead to return to the palace to retreat and heal his wounds, and together with Lu Jiao and other demon disciples and elders, they waited obediently outside the palace as subordinates.

But looking down, each face has a different expression.

Sadness, darkness, peace, secret joy...

As a member of the Demon Cult, he has always respected the strong, even the Demon Lord, as long as he cannot suppress all the demon cultivators one day, there will always be someone who wants to take advantage of the Demon Lord's head.

Especially in times like this...

Mozun's ink seal was injured, and everyone from all walks of life received the news.

There are different opinions within the demon world. The master of the demon sect is now seriously injured and retreating. Even if he does not attack this temporary ally, it is easier to ask for some benefits than to gnaw at the hard bone of the fairy world.

Many demon clans were killed in the battle at the Wulong border, even if many of them were beasts driven by high-level monster clans without wisdom, the resources consumed by themselves were huge, and they could not completely eat up the fairy world

When it comes to this big cake, it would be nice to have a little compensation.

The higher-ups of the Yaozu tried the Devil's Cult many times, and sent several invitations to all the demon generals and elders of the Devil's Cult to discuss the division of the fairy world again.

Obviously, the Demon's Cult's share in the contract has been reduced by more than half.

The demon sect was furious, but they could only swallow their anger and hold back their disapproval. No matter how threatened by the demon clan, they insisted on delaying the discussion until the demon master came out of the customs.

And here in the fairy world.

After suffering a big loss, the Immortal League would not give up, it damaged the prestige of the Immortal Alliance, and immediately called on all sects in the Immortal Realm to gather disciples, gather demon-hunting troops, and counterattack the Demon Cult.

People from all walks of life are eager to move, and the demon cultivator, who was originally a wolf-hearted dog, saw that the demon master was injured, and the humble demon cultivator did not dare to stand out, while the high-cultivation demon cultivator was overjoyed.

In the Demon Realm, it is not uncommon to pick up furnaces. It is as old-fashioned and strictly forbidden as in the Immortal Realm. Anyone who sees it will be beaten and killed.

It is nothing new for some demon cultivators without conscience to directly kill civilians in an entire town.

Now that the Mo Zun's ink seal was beaten back by the cultivators of the Tianxu Sect's crossing tribulation period, it not only shamed the Mo Yu, but some demon cultivators began to question whether the Mo Zun was as powerful as before.

No matter what, a seriously wounded Demon Venerable in retreat has attracted the attention of all walks of life.

Just what Lu Jiao saw in the past few days, a few old demon cultivators came from the local area of ​​Moyu, wanting to take advantage of Mozun Yinmo's seal to heal his wounds, and stepped forward to attack.

All of these were repelled by the demon generals and the elders. The only old demon cultivator who broke into the secret room of the demon venerable was absorbed by the demon lord's ink seal and turned into a mummy and thrown out of the door. teach

The disciples hung the mummy on the high wall.

The expression of the mummy was lifelike, and the painful and ferocious face before death shocked many young people.

On the surface, the Demon Realm is quite peaceful, but the temptation underneath has never stopped, but has become more and more intense.

Mozun wants to deter other people by this means, in essence, Mozun is not confident in his own strength and reputation.

It's not just that.

There were even bigger waves within the Devil's Cult.

"Who met His Majesty Mozun again today..."

"The head of the Demon Sect."

"is not it……"

"Well, it was carried out again."

"The head of which affiliated sect went last time?"

"The head of the Black Prison sect received some news when he was summoned by His Majesty Mozun. He spent a lot of money in advance to collect the furnace cauldron of the fairy world and enshrined it to His Majesty Mozun for cultivation."

"What happened then?"

"...The Demon Lord was convicted. The head of the Black Prison Sect was slack and dodged during the attack on the Tianxu Sect, which affected the strategic layout of the attack on the Tianxu Sect. He was sentenced to death.

The Demon Lord sucked away his cultivation and turned into black ash on the spot. "

The person on the opposite side was silent for a while, paused for a long time, looked around, lowered his voice and asked vigilantly: "Now it is obvious that His Majesty Mozun is looking for an excuse to recruit those affiliated sects in order to heal his wounds."

If the master's cultivation continues like this, those members of the small sect will not be able to satisfy the appetite of the demon master, and it will be our demon sect disciples' turn to strike. "

"You are crazy and dare to talk about the Demon Lord, don't drag me!" Another demon disciple looked horrified, obviously frightened and timid by what the Demon Lord had done recently.

"Don't you dare to say it! We are not afraid, will we be the next person whose name is called?!" The man cast a dark look.

"So what, don't tell me you don't know. The head of the small sect who wanted to escape was caught by the Demon Lord and directly killed hundreds of people in the entire sect without leaving any corpses. Now

Whenever the head of a small sect was ordered by the Demon Lord, the inner disciples including the elders would keep a close eye on them, fearing that their leader might have escaped, but the Demon Lord suddenly came and killed everyone. "

"Now the heads of those small sects and the disciples and elders have become enemies. They monitor each other every day. One wants to escape, and the other is afraid that he will escape. If other demon cultivators know that you dare to talk about the demon king

, Report to the head every minute, and you will be the next one whose name is called! "

"This doesn't work! That doesn't work either! How can I do it? I didn't expect to become a demon cultivator, and I am no different from those mortals who are like cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered!"

"We can only rejoice that the anger of the Demon Lord has not been burned on us authentic disciples of the Demon Sect."

That being said, the faces of the two Demon Cult disciples did not show much joy, their faces were gloomy, and their hearts became more and more suppressed and troubled.

It didn't take long.

Suddenly, a Demon Sect disciple came over, and he brought a message, which made the faces of the two Demon Sect disciples change drastically.

"Are you sure you didn't misunderstand the news, did His Majesty Mozun call a hall master of the Demon Cult?!"

The Demon Sect disciple who just came over lowered his brows and nodded heavily: "How can I hear wrongly, His Majesty the Demon Lord indeed called a Demon Sect leader, but it is unclear exactly what it is for."

The two Demon Sect disciples exchanged glances, and their faces became more serious.

No matter what the purpose of calling that demon church master, it is not a good thing to go at this time.

……

Mozun returned from Tianxu Gate and has been in retreat for nearly half a month.

Lu Jiao returned to her residence in the Demon Cult.

But she has been paying attention to the news from the outside world.

As the head of the Demon Cult, she knows a thing or two about some inside information about His Majesty the Demon Lord.

The Mozun's ink seal is indeed healing by recovering magic power, and those who are summoned by the Mozun will never return.

this day.

Lu Jiao was always in a restless mood and found it difficult to meditate.

Demon cultivators can also meditate and practice like monks, but their cultivation is slow and slow. Most demon cultivators still like to take shortcuts. It is the nature of demon cultivators to kill, burn, and plunder.

Even though Lu Jiao became ruthless and ruthless under the influence of the demon cult, she was far inferior to those demon cultivators who were inhumane, and even young children could refine medicine and pick up tonics.

Influenced by modern education, Lu Jiao has always had a bottom line in her heart.

There is absolutely no need to use the magic power that tortures and kills mortals, especially Bubu and Human Blood Pill. Human Blood Pill can be known from the name, it is some alchemists in the Demon Realm who refine human beings as alchemy materials

Dan, most of the audience are demon cultivators who practice picking and nourishing and blood demon skills.

Lu Jiao couldn't feel at ease, she frowned, her peach blossom eyes were dark and deep.

She has been fidgeting all day, and a faint premonition makes her mood fluctuate.

After becoming a demon cultivator, her cultivation base became more advanced, and her perception of danger became more acute. Lu Jiao had a feeling that a catastrophe was imminent.

at last.

A sound of footsteps came and stopped outside her door.

"His Majesty Mozun has an order to invite Hall Master Lu to go."

With a trembling of Lu Jiao's fingers, the teapot beside the table was knocked to the ground, and there was a crisp crash of porcelain smashing, piercing her eardrums.

Looking at the teapot that was cracked on the ground, the tea with black tea floating in it seeped into the carpet, accompanied by white and tender porcelain fragments, which looked like cracked blood, staining the carpet red.

Immediately, her peach blossom eyes froze, and her heart seemed to cool down.

The people outside the door did not leave.

"Lord Lu, please come with me, His Majesty Mozun is still waiting..."

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