Xianjun, please calm down

When Mozun met Xing Zhao for the first time, it was not on the battlefield of humans and demons.

Relying on his agility and agility, the man sneaked into the Demon Realm several times to inquire about news. He occasionally accompanied Yi Jianxiu, but most of the time he was alone. Sometimes, they often assassinate a few demons.

After many times, the demons noticed it. This matter was reported to the demon king. It was just the most insignificant thing in a bunch of affairs. Catch or kill, I don't want that person to be unlucky, when he sneaked into Tianmo City pretending to be a magic cultivator, he bumped into him.

When a cultivator enters the Demon Realm, he will use the Transformation Art to disguise his spiritual power as a demonic breath. It is difficult to be discovered if he is mixed into the demonic cultivator. In the eyes of the demon king in the lower realm, this disguise is invisible.

The man was wearing the most common black robe of demon cultivators, but his eyes were straight and straight, and he was mixed with a bunch of demon cultivators. At first glance, there was no difference. Even magicians are out of place.

The Mozun was bored that day, so he stood in the dark, watching the man chatting with the Moxiu beside him as if watching a play, but was dazzled by his sudden smile.

Sometimes people's eyes are like this, inexplicably, a nameless little cultivator entered the eyes of the Demon Lord, but in fact, it only took a moment.

At that time, Mozun just thought that this person was interesting, and with the mentality of playing cat and mouse, he waved his hand and opened the door of convenience, letting him out of the demon realm safely.

It is obvious that Xing Zhao, who is light and agile, often goes in and out of the Demon Realm, and is very familiar with the terrain of the Demon Realm, is a spy from the Terran side. He will go into the Demon Realm every once in a while to do something. (?) I like to follow and watch the various actions of this spy who sneaked into my side. The more I watch, the more interested I am. I don’t even care about seeing him assassinate a demon with my own eyes.

The Demon Realm is a place of natural selection. The strong live and the weak die. In the Demon Realm, which has an absolute advantage over the demons, they can still be killed by cultivators of the same level.

This time, the battle between humans and demons lasted for many years. The human race and the demon race were evenly matched. There was a demon master in the demon realm, and there were two Mahayana cultivators in the human race. It was just that the Mahayana cultivators of the human race belonged to different sects, and they restrained each other. It's not that the cooperation is seamless, and the demons only have one co-lord, but they are much more united, and they are backed by the demon domain, so the war is very stalemate.

Demon Lords rarely end in person, and the Mahayana cultivators of the human race only sit in the rear, and those who fight in the front are basically low-cost cultivators and demon cultivators.

Mozun checked Xing Zhao's background and knew that he did not belong to any sect, but a casual cultivator with no family, no sect, no relatives and no reason.

Mozun's lips curled up slightly: I'm quite busy.

The turning point of the matter was that time, Xing Zhao accidentally showed his signs and was captured alive, because he had been in and out of the Demon Realm many times, not only spying on countless news, but also assassinating many demons. The family twisted him to the front of the Demon Lord, and the Demon Lord sent him off in person, and received a merit by the way.

Mozun was a little surprised when he saw him. He had secretly observed this buddy's agility and prudence many times. There are also times when people are caught by nets, is it capsized in the gutter?

Mozun suddenly wanted to laugh, but because of the majesty of Mozun, he held back.

Xing Zhao was injured, tied up with a spirit rope, and thrown on the ground of the Mozun Hall. He was very talented, but he didn't join the sect. He didn't want to bow his head to anyone at all, and he didn't want to be controlled by others. Although he was seriously injured, he refused to lie on the ground at this time, struggled to turn over and sat up, sat cross-legged on the ground, and looked up at the demon king on the seat.

Although Mozun seldom goes to the battlefield, he has done so after all. Xing Zhao has seen him from afar, but because his cultivation base is only in the realm of transforming gods, Mozun is not qualified to go forward when Mozun goes to the battlefield. This is the first time. It was the first time to see the Lord of the Demon Realm so closely.

The Demon Lord has a big skeleton, but is very thin. His face is paler than ordinary demons. In addition to his thinness, his whole body has a sharp feeling like a knife. This kind of aggressive aggressiveness, when viewed from top to bottom, will make people have a sense of fear like a knife's edge.

Even Xing Zhao, who is as bold as Xing Zhao, has goose bumps all over his body when he looks at him from such a close distance. There is a kind of person who, even if he sits quietly, is still a murder weapon in the world.

He often walks by the river without getting his shoes wet. As a spy who often goes in and out of the Demon Realm, Xing Zhao has long been prepared to die at any time. He was captured this time, and he did not expect to go back alive. The hope of surviving is naturally nothing to be afraid of. He sat cross-legged on the ground. Although he did not have an advantage in all aspects, he still looked like a general in his aura, with an unruly face and no embarrassment at all.

Seeing that he faced him in such a situation without showing any fear, Mozun couldn't help admiring him even more.

He looked at Xing Zhao silently for a while, until Xing Zhao's back got hairy, and he couldn't help but said: "Look at that, if you want to kill or cut, give it a good time."

As soon as this sentence came out, the demon clan who had escorted him to ask for merit "plopped" and knelt down on the ground, only to turn pale with fright.

Xing Zhao squinted at him out of the corner of his eye, and sneered.

However, the Demon Lord on the seat didn't get angry, he just raised his hand and someone took him down.

Xing Zhao thought that he was going to execute him, but he didn't expect that not only he was not executed, but he didn't even get out of the dungeon. Instead, he was taken to a slightly empty room. The big demon nailed long black iron chains on the two walls, turned him around again, locked his hands and feet with the iron locks, and then untied the spirit-binding ropes on his body.

The spirit-binding rope has the function of restricting the movement of the practitioner's spiritual power. It is specially used to bind the practitioner. If the practitioner's spiritual power cannot be operated by the rope, he will become no different from ordinary people, and can only let others The slaughter, and the black iron chain on his hands and feet is also similar to the spirit binding cable, but the iron chain is extremely long, and it is fastened on the wrists and ankles, allowing him to move freely in this room without being caught. Bundled into a zongzi.

As a prisoner, he is not qualified to choose treatment. He doesn't know what the Demon Lord wants to do if he doesn't kill him. If he wants to pry some news about the human race from his mouth, it can only be an idiotic dream.