Chapter 370 The oriole is behind
Even on the level of a demon, he wants to scare me.
Let me put it this way.
I stood in the square today and scolded him for an hour.
He struck me with a thunderbolt.
Although I fell down, I still refused to accept it!
——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Chapter 2394 of "My Diary" by Demon God Zhang
My name is Chicken Demon, no, no, no, that’s wrong, my name is Dao Demon.
I sealed myself away for a long time some time ago.
Today I suddenly felt a huge injection of demonic energy.
I knew it was time to wake up.
Sure enough, as soon as I woke up, I saw Devil Zhang encountering an unprecedented crisis.
A huge black hand held him and moved it up and down.
Well……
Although the action is a bit inelegant. But there is no doubt that Demon Zhang has no power to fight back.
Isn't this an opportunity?
Isn’t this a good move?
Hahaha, Devil Zhang, you too have today!
Although I don't know what happened.
But I need all this huge demonic energy.
I sucked, I sucked, I sucked hard.
Well, what is a wave of fat!
Okay, after I've absorbed it, watch my big move to seize the body!
Devil Zhang, go to hell!
Look at me and the black hand uniting internally and externally to attack at the same time.
You don’t have to die yet!
Oops, the soul is a bit hard to penetrate.
What's going on, you bastard, why are you arresting me?
Damn it, it turns out you are here to steal souls!
You grabbed the wrong one, you idiot!
Oh, damn, why are you taking this away from me?
Wrong, wrong!
Devil Zhang, I will x you...
ah! ! ! !
…
Black clouds rolled.
Zhang Mo deeply felt that his body and soul were almost being pulled out like a carrot.
At the critical moment, he is still as powerful as a mountain.
Forcefully hold me still, what can you do to me!
I control my own life!
The bet was won!
Even the devil can't defeat his own tricks!
Just when Zhang Mo thought he was going to have a good fight with the devil.
Suddenly, the black cloud pulled out a dark shadow from his body, and then pulled away.
what's going on?
What did the devil take away from him?
Damn it, don’t scare me, sect leader, some things are more important than life!
Seeing the hand of the black cloud disappear completely, the eyes of the devil in the sky grew slightly larger, and then dispersed.
Zhang Mo always felt that the Demon God just glared at him!
Oops, you still dare to stare at me?
Little devil, just wait for me.
From now on, this sect master will... offer you something properly.
Zhang Mozheng was about to lift the immovable mountain.
The next moment, a crack of black thunder struck Zhang Mo again.
Suddenly, Zhang Mo's whole body was charred, but he still stood there motionless.
Only then did Zhang Mo really understand that the demon had not taken away his body and soul, and he was a little angry.
Damn it!
Really, the devil is careful!
Zhang Mo had nothing to say. After he was relieved of his immobility, white smoke came out of his mouth.
He quickly took out the elixir from the Sumeru Ring and fed it to him, and Zhang Mo calmed down a little.
I quickly touched it all over my body, and yes, it was all still there.
Especially in key places, there is no problem.
The token is still there, so what did the devil take?
Could it be his handsomeness?
Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly a group of footsteps sounded. Immediately afterwards, hundreds of black-armored soldiers appeared and quickly surrounded the entire Qiankun Square.
Not to mention Zhang Mo, even the saint was stunned when these people appeared.
Immediately afterwards, an old man slowly walked out from among the black-armored soldiers.
Zhang Mo seemed to have met this person a few times, and he looked slightly familiar.
The saintess directly exclaimed: "National Preceptor!"
The old man smiled kindly, he was the national master who was ill at home. Judging from his energetic appearance, he probably didn't have any illness at all.
Zhang Mo narrowed his eyes slightly. Good guy, it turns out that there are still people waiting to pick up the slack.
The Imperial Master stepped forward with his cane in his hand and said, "Sect Master Zhang is so powerful that I really saw a good show."
Zhang Mo took out the black wind leaf from the Sumeru Ring and lit it. He took a sip, but said nothing and only looked at the Imperial Master indifferently.
This sect leader doesn’t believe it. You are so pretentious and you dare to hit me.
When the Imperial Master saw that Zhang Mo was silent and just looked at him "domineeringly", he suddenly felt a little guilty.
But the matter had come to this, and he had to continue.
"Zhang Zongzhu, the great power of the sky has its ups and downs, divisions and reunions. From the founding of the Xia Kingdom to today, it has lasted more than a thousand years. But since the rise of domestic sects and the division of good and evil, the imperial court has been bound by the sects. As for the constant fighting, constant wars, the collapse of the country, and the lack of harmony. For many years, the court has become nothing more than a decoration. People with a little bit of cultivation can be above the court and all the people. They may be called demon cultivators, or they may be called demon cultivators. Righteous, but what they do is the same. They are just preying on the common people, playing with the common people. Today, things should have changed!"
Zhang Mo listened to the Imperial Master's words and nodded slightly. He agreed very much!
Old guy, what you said makes sense!
But at this time, some people couldn't listen anymore.
The saint was lying on the ground, her face was pale, and she roared angrily: "National Master, what are you talking about? How dare you scold my sect and destroy my justice!"
The Imperial Master walked slowly to the front of the Saint, looked at the Saint and said: "Saint, I remember telling you that I am willing to help. It's a pity that in your eyes, the people in the court are just dogs. You guys I have been a master for so long that I have forgotten that I am just a mortal."
The saint wanted to say something else, but suddenly, the national master's crutch was inserted directly into her heart.
The saint looked at the Imperial Master with a stunned expression.
She stretched out her hand as if she wanted to scratch the Imperial Master's face.
But the Imperial Master didn't give her any chance. He released his energy and injected it into the saint's body along the crutches.
Suddenly, the light in the saint's eyes disappeared.
"Killed!"
"The saint is dead!"
"Oh my god, the saint was killed by the national master!"
Everywhere in the capital, the righteous warriors in Qiankun Square could be seen, and the Yuanmen monks all felt frightened.
The next moment, the Imperial Master raised his hand again and said: "All warriors and monks of the sect who are willing to join the imperial court, kneel down now. Those who are not willing, die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, more black-armored soldiers appeared all over the capital. They all released vitality from their bodies, and then they rushed towards the remaining righteous warriors and Yuanmen monks to kill them.
As the first warrior was beheaded, everyone discovered that these black-armored soldiers all had cultivation levels, at least reaching the peak of mortal realm body refining. Many captains and above had even reached the peak of mortal realm refining. Warriors There are many too.
The imperial court had concealed such a powerful force for so long.
With a smile on his face, the Imperial Master listened happily to the sound of fighting and looked at each of the righteous warriors. The Yuanmen monk was caught and pushed to the ground.
Slowly, the Imperial Master was walking towards Zhang Mo.
A hundred steps away, the Imperial Master looked at Zhang Modao: "Zhang Zongzhu, what about you? Do you plan to return to the imperial court, or do you plan to die here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Mo saw a group of black-armored soldiers surrounding him.
Various bows and crossbows were aimed at him. As long as he dared to say no, thousands of arrows would pierce his heart!