Chapter 139 The Third Seal

I kept wondering if I was the chosen one.

And my partner is the damn "lucky beast!"

By the way, it recently transformed!

The unlucky beast transforms...

Cheating beast! ! !

——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Chapter 3293 of "My Diary" by Demon God Zhang

Sect Leader Zhang came late, found a safe place, and looked towards the study from a distance.

No one dared to get close, who knew if the explosion would happen again.

A group of demon cultivators surrounded the study, and even Meatball, who had "neglected his duty", ran back in panic.

Seeing this situation, how could Meatball not be surprised.

What happened? Not even a moment later, the house exploded!

Was it coming for him?

Just kidding, I’m a big meatball and I’m not afraid of difficulties! Who dares to kill me!

Quickly, the meatball retreated.

It took a long time for the smoke and dust to dissipate. He was lying on the ground, his body covered in blood and flesh, and he seemed to be still struggling.

Lei Yong and Qin Feng collapsed completely, their bodies as black as carbon and motionless.

The wood also lay down, with light smoke rising from its body.

Tian Meier seemed to be the least injured, struggling to get her piano. Unfortunately, only half of her piano was left, and the rest had been reduced to ashes.

"It looks miserable!"

Zhang Mo said slowly.

Lao Li bowed to the side and said: "It's you, the sect leader, who is planning the strategy, and you will make sure there are no plans left behind!"

Zhang Mo frowned slightly, does this have anything to do with him?

Don't you want to settle everything on him?

Should other people step on shit on the road and say it was him?

No reason, okay?

Zhang Mo didn't bother to explain. It seemed like there was no danger, so he walked straight forward.

Arriving next to Yang Shuo, Zhang Mo first recognized Tian Meier, and then the ugly killer.

Well, this situation seems a bit complicated, and Zhang Mo urgently needs someone to explain it to him.

But before Zhang Mo could say anything, he stood up slowly.

He pulled out the blade fragment from his throat, then smiled miserably and said: "Demon Zhang, is this also part of your plan? It turns out that my purchase of the sword is all under your control. I'm convinced. Completely convinced. He is indeed the world-famous Devil Zhang!"

Zhang Mo opened his mouth slightly, buying a sword? Calculating?

Something doesn't sound right about him.

Yin looked at Zhang Mo's face and said: "False and true, false and true. Zhang Mo's insidiousness is indeed rare in ancient and modern times. Although I die now, I will leave traces for those who come after me."

Zhang Mo already felt that something was completely wrong when he heard this.

Wait, this scene looks familiar, and several familiar scenes can't help but pop up in my mind.

Could it be...

Yin suddenly pointed at Zhang Mo and said: "I swear by my life, I will seal it with my soul. The blood is so extreme that I will pursue my soul and lock my life!"

A streak of blood struck directly at Zhang Mo.

Zhang Mo knew it would be like this. Damn it, the new version of the Soul Chasing Seal!

Quickly, Zhang Mo ducked to the side.

Fortunately, he was smart. One look at Yin's appearance and he knew it was this trick again.

As the saying goes, once born, twice cooked.

Three times or four times, if I don’t hide, I will be a dog...

Hey hey hey, look at the essence of my little move.

Damn it!

As soon as Zhang Mo took a step sideways, he saw that bloody light, like it had eyes, turned around and landed on him.

For a moment, Zhang Mo was stunned, and the next moment, his back felt hot, and there was a soul-chasing blood mark, done!

In an instant, all the soul-chasing impressions on Zhang Mo seemed to be activated.

White, red, and a domineering black.

Three colors flashed alternately, and Zhang Mo's face was dyed in various colors.

The demon cultivators around him all praised him, he was the sect master after all.

Afraid that others would miss, he would hit it himself.

Look at these three colors alternating, the light of the Soul-Chasing Seal is infinitely dazzling.

As expected, he is the most shining existence among the demon cultivators!

Yang Shuo clapped slightly. Sure enough, the sect master planned to collect all the colors of the rainbow.

Others clapped along with Yang Shuo to express their admiration.

After releasing the enhanced version of the soul-chasing seal, Yin completely lost all his strength at this moment.

He fell to the ground dead, no longer breathing.

Zhang Mo wanted to cry, but he couldn't squeeze out a single tear even after standing there for a long time.

It doesn’t matter what the color is, the key is that the soul-chasing mark takes up the skin.

If this continues, will he turn into a skin monster with marks all over his body? There is not a single piece of good skin on the whole body. When I step out, I can scare a cow to death. It’s scary to think about it.

Why do I feel like I am going further and further down the road of seeking death?

Hey, I feel so uncomfortable that I want to cry, and I forgot about love!

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come here, just to watch the excitement and see that something was wrong.

Here, Tian Meier watched Yin Yin die, and after listening to what Yin Yin said before she was alive, she suddenly started laughing like a lunatic.

"I see, it turns out everything is fine."

Zhang Mo saw that Tian Meier was also "confused" and quickly wanted to explain.

"Miss Tianmei, actually..."

Tian Meier suddenly raised her voice and said: "Since you have seen through it, I will stop pretending. Zhang Demon, although I can't steal your soul, you don't have to be arrogant. There will be others who come after you. You will eventually Become a wight.”

Zhang Mo really couldn't understand what it meant to seize souls and what it meant to be a latecomer.

Didn’t we have a good chat? We also talked about "elegant music" together, and I even saved your life.

"Miss Tian Mei'er, listen to me..."

Zhang Mo took a step forward and stretched out his hand.

All the demon cultivators around him followed Zhang Mo's actions and stepped forward, holding swords filled with demonic energy.

When Tian Meier saw that Zhang Mo wanted to get closer, she stretched out her hand to send her men forward. Immediately the demonic element self-destructed, and his whole body was shaken violently.

Little by little, Tian Meier's body began to expand strangely, and even her voice trembled.

"Hmph, you want to capture me alive. I can't give you a chance. Don't even think about humiliating me again!"

After saying that, Tian Meier self-destructed on the spot, and her body exploded directly, leaving Zhang Mo without even leaving a corpse to become a ghost.

Zhang Mo opened his mouth slightly and frowned.

These women must be sick!

Regardless of the righteous path or the demonic cultivation, can't there be someone who listens carefully to what he has to say?

Is it so difficult to communicate? Why did you commit suicide again?

Zhang Mo had a headache, and the veins on Zhang Mo's forehead were throbbing, and he was silent for a long time.

The other demon cultivators were amazed when they saw the sect leader taking only one step forward and then letting the other person self-destruct.

"The sect master is the sect master, he scared the other party to death!"

"Did you hear it? You said it before you died, and you will never be humiliated again. You should taste these words again, you should taste them carefully!"

"What's the point? The sect leader must have taken advantage."

"It's still a big deal, tsk tsk. It's still the sect leader's trick. He will play until others can't stand it. I would rather die!"

"As expected of a demon cultivator among demon cultivators, a model of demon cultivator!"

"It's time to learn, everyone, we are still too far away from the real great demon cultivators."

"Yeah yeah!"

In just a short time, rumors were flying all over the place.

It doesn't take more than two days for the whole county to spread the new "deeds" of Demon Zhang.