Chapter 102 I can’t bear it!
Three feet of ice cannot be frozen in one day.
Gaining three pounds is not difficult at all.
——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Chapter 1869 of "My Diary" by Demon God Zhang
Only then did Lao Li react and hurriedly shouted: "Someone, come quickly, help tie her up and send her back to the second floor of the dungeon!"
"yes!"
The demon cultivator beside him quickly took action, tied up Chu Ran and carried him away.
Zhang Mo walked to the door of the main hall and took another look. There were corpses inside, all covered with blood.
Come on, everything was ruined except for his chair that froze his ass.
Floor pillars, tables and chairs, etc., all set.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Mo's heart moved and he hurriedly walked back to the back hall.
Sure enough, the apse was not much better.
There was blood and corpses at the door, and it was even more messy inside.
Traces of battle covered the walls, pillars, and floors.
Zhang Mo quickly walked into his bedroom, and suddenly he felt angry and evil in his heart.
The bed was smashed by me!
These righteous people are so unruly.
Then I touched the headboard and corners of the bed.
Zhang Mo's heart suddenly went to hell.
Where is my diary? Where is my diary book that big?
If this is to be spread, then that's okay.
The head can be broken, the blood can flow, the hairstyle can be messed up, the wife can be changed, and the diary cannot be lost!
Zhang Mo suddenly thought of the consequences of his diary spreading.
The image that I managed to achieve through hard work is definitely gone.
It will be passed down as a laughing stock!
It will be in the newspaper!
It would be "famous for eternity", right? It would be "laughable for eternity".
His scalp was numb and Zhang Mo's face began to distort.
Turning around, Zhang Mo shouted: "No one of these righteous people can escape!"
Lao Li and others immediately responded.
Why did the Xindao Sect Master suddenly become so angry?
In the confrontation with Mr. Yunshan just now, he was as steady as a mountain, calm and composed.
Now when I saw that my bed was destroyed, I was so angry.
Yes, the sect leader practices the magic of swallowing demons, and the bed is his dining table. If you smashed a foodie's table, wasn't that just asking for death?
I see. It seems that I have to change the sect master to a better bed in the future, a harder bed. The sect master will like me more.
Zhang Mo walked out of the back hall angrily, suddenly thought of something, stopped and shouted again.
"Black robe!"
Zhang Mo's original intention was for Lao Li to find Hei Pao immediately.
But as soon as he finished shouting, the black robe swished and appeared from the shadows.
Kneel down on one knee and bow. At the same time, I was secretly alarmed. As expected, his hiding skills could not be hidden from others, but not from the sect leader. As soon as he escaped from the shadow, he was seen through by the sect leader!
"metropolitan."
Zhang Mo was almost startled when he saw the black robe suddenly appear.
Old boy, don't do this kind of mysterious thing all the time.
At this time, Zhang Mo didn't bother to talk to him, so he stretched out his hand and said: "Knife!"
The black robe immediately took out a shining black knife and handed it to Zhang Mo.
Zhang Mo glared and said, "It's not this one, it's the one you just stabbed Master Yunshan with!"
The black robe's eyes darkened. Sure enough, the sect master was the sect master and nothing could be hidden from him.
Of his whole body, this unique black knife was the most valuable. It's fine now, the sect leader is interested in it, but he has no choice.
Not daring not to take it, Heipao handed it over honestly.
Zhang Mo took the knife, looked at the fresh blood on it, nodded, and said: "From today on, Heipao, you are also an elder!"
The black-robed man was startled when he heard this and immediately kowtowed in thanks.
Good guy, I’ve made a lot of money now. It’s worth exchanging a knife for an elder position!
Lao Li and others looked at this scene and said nothing. After all, everyone could see the crucial strike made by Hei Pao just now. In addition, the sect leader had promised him the eldership in public.
Now it's right, it's justified. It’s just that there will be fewer and fewer elders left in the Tianmo Sect in the future.
Zhang Mo took the knife and walked to the garden behind, and everyone followed him immediately.
Arriving at the gate of the garden, Zhang Mo said loudly: "Everyone is guarding outside, no one is allowed to come in!"
"yes!"
Heipao and Lao Li immediately stood like door gods, and no one was allowed to take another half step inside.
It can be seen that Hei Pao is very excited. He has just been promoted to elder, and even he who has always been indifferent can't help but smile.
"Elder in black robe, please take more care of me from now on."
Lao Li said with a smile.
The black-robed man cupped his fists and said in return: "Where, where. I need more guidance from Elder Li."
Lao Li asked again: "Without the polite words, I want to ask one thing. This time the righteous coalition forces came out in full force, how is Qingjun County?"
Heipao smiled when he heard this and said: "It has been arranged long ago without Elder Li's concern. Now if nothing happens, the county and city belong to us."
"good!"
Lao Li suddenly beamed with joy. Sure enough, this guy in black robe is not an elder for nothing, he is very capable!
The black robe asked softly again: "What is the sect master doing? Shouldn't the most important thing now be to kill all the righteous coalition forces? If the sect master doesn't take action, a lot of people will run away, which will cause trouble in the future."
Lao Li sighed and said, "Don't ask me. I don't know either. The sect master never explains things to others. Just listen and do as he is told. Ask less, talk less, and I guarantee you will be fine."
"Been taught a lesson!"
The black robe nodded understandingly.
It seems that the sect leader is still a bit unpredictable.
…
In the garden.
Zhang Mo slowly walked up the tall ladder and came to the newly made wishing pot.
This wishing pot is the highest achievement of Zhang Mo's recent research. It was originally intended to be left for Yang Shuo to use after the war.
Now it seems that he can only start it himself.
This pot is one foot six feet high and as thick as a dozen people surrounding it. It is round in shape, has no spout, and has no lid.
It's not that Zhang Mo doesn't want to do it, but because he doesn't have enough time, he really can't finish it.
The body of the pot is filled with molten iron, and as much metal as possible is added inside, making a clanging sound when knocked.
The inner wall is also thick, thicker than ordinary walls, and even uses special crystal powder to increase strength and prevent damage to the vitality.
If such a pot were to hold water, its capacity would be extremely small. But when used to hit people, it's completely different.
To be able to do this on such a large scale, Zhang Mo had already tried every means, tried his best, and conducted several experiments.
But even so, Zhang Mo is not sure whether he can succeed.
After all, in his opinion, the bigger the pot, the more materials and soul fire are needed.
This is the first time he has completed such a big pot. It seems to be OK, but he may not succeed, so that depends on now.
"It's going to happen, don't waste my materials. How many ancestral graves have been dug!"
Zhang Moxu muttered.
Then he took out the short knife given by Hei Pao, dug out the blood that belonged to Young Master Yun Shan and threw it in.
Zhang Mo didn't know how much to pick out, but he had to finish it anyway.
"Succeed, succeed quickly!"
Zhang Mo shouted, but the pot in front of him didn't move at all.
"No success?"
After scratching his head, Zhang Mo tried to pick out the last bit, leaned over, and slowly rubbed his hand into the inner wall of the wishing pot.
At this moment, the wishing pot suddenly opened its eyes.
"Breathing tracking, make a wish, make a wish, make a wish!"
Arms and legs sprouted, he stood up suddenly, and then threw Zhang Mo into the pot!