It’s too dangerous to seize the direct descendant, so I choose to be the leader of the Demon Cult

Chapter 156: It’s broken, I’m a substitute

Yang Mo still remembers what made him extremely eager to embark on the path of cultivation.

It was a gloomy afternoon.

He was pushed to the ground and raped repeatedly by the son of a high-ranking official.

At that time, he was as embarrassed as a dog.

So that day, he swore an oath.

Never let anyone push themselves to the ground like this in the future and humiliate them.

If there is.

Will definitely kill him in the future!

That feeling of humiliation will never happen again!
But now, he was pinned down on the bed by a woman.

But he couldn't even generate murderous intent.

There is only panic and humiliation.

He could see it.

Shui Mo has no hostility toward him, and even has a fanatical admiration for him.

But this kind of love belongs to another man, the dog basket that has been like a shadow covering him for a year.

"you……"

Yang Mo was shocked and angry: "I'm warning you, don't do anything excessive to me!"

"How can such a thing be considered excessive?"

"Don't take off my belt!"

"..."

"What a shameless woman, give me back your pants!"

"..."

Yang Mo clutched the edge of the bed with both hands.

Tears of regret flowed from the corners of his eyes.

I am so silly!
Really!

I originally thought that I could give up all my bottom lines in order to become stronger, but at least that would have to be after fusing the remnant soul of the Demon King.

But did not expect.

I still underestimated the lower limits of these demons.

It just fell into the hands of Shui Mo.

Such a heavy price was paid.

But it's obviously such a humiliating thing.

How could my body...

Yang Mo, Yang Mo!

You are really a born bitch!
a long time.

a long time.

"Lord Holy Lord, are you satisfied?"

She didn't understand this before.

Ever since the God Chrysalis reacted and let her know that the Holy Lord was coming back soon.

She called some little hooves from the church to talk about these things.

The purpose is to let the Holy Lord feel his warmth as soon as possible.

Marry yourself as soon as possible...

I originally thought I could use it long ago, but I didn't expect that Gu Xiangzhu took advantage of the "Holy Lord" first.

Fortunately, Gu Xiangzhu was shameless enough and did not give himself a chance to intervene. Otherwise, how could he leave his pure body to the true saint?

Just hit this.

When I kill Zhao Ci in the future, I can give him a happy death.

But compared to killing Zhao Ci.

She cares more about Yang Mo's feelings.

"Humph!"

Yang Mo snorted angrily and turned his head to the side, feeling so humiliated that he was speechless.

Shui Mo was a little panicked: "Sage, Holy Lord, are you dissatisfied?"

Just die.

Exactly the same as the previous life.

If he hadn't been tied up, he would have slapped himself in the face.

It must be that I'm not doing a good enough job.

Too eloquent!
She quickly said: "Give me another chance! I will definitely serve you well!"

……

For a long time.

Shui Mo lay gently on Yang Mo. He thought he would be satisfied, but he didn't expect that he only had despair in his heart: "Lord Shengjun, please say something..."

Yang Mo: "..."

Shui Mo was a little panicked. He never expected that the Holy Lord would react like this.

Why were his eyes filled with humiliation and resentment?
Obviously just now, his soul was trembling with joy!

Look at Yang Mo's expression where he hesitates to speak.

She asked as if begging: "Master Shengjun, please say a word, even just one sentence!"

Yang Mo finally couldn't help but asked: "Are you... a virgin?"

This is his biggest concern.

Shui Mo quickly said: "Of course it is! How could I let anyone other than the Holy Lord touch my body?"

Yang Mo: "..."

a time.

His eyes softened a lot.

Shui Mo quickly explained: "Lord Shengjun, don't worry about who is who in the past and present life. I am..."

"Go to sleep now!"

Yang Mo turned his head away and stopped talking.

Shui Mo was speechless and on the verge of crying. It could be seen that Yang Mo no longer had the slightest desire to speak. He could only respond in a low voice and carefully placed his pillow on Yang Mo's shoulder. Seeing that he was not dissatisfied, his low mood eased a little.

Yang Mo sighed lightly.

This world feels extremely absurd.

The feeling just now.

Ecstasy.

He couldn't help but have the thought of experiencing it again.

But he knew that it belonged to the Demon Lord.

Not your own.

If ink is not a virgin.

He just feels insulted.

But ink and wash is a virgin.

Instead, it made him feel even more humble.

Is it possible to leave the devil?

Am I nothing?

He didn't know if he could succeed in seizing the God Chrysalis fragments.

But he had made sufficient preparations before, and he must do his best to fight against the devil's consciousness and make himself a strong man again as Yang Mo.

But now...

may.

Except for myself and a few friends from the Tenth Prince's Palace.

No one wants to rise as Yang Mo.

And this woman lying in his arms.

Give yourself tonight.

It's just because I can't wait for the Demon Lord to return.

Forget it.

Wait until tomorrow!

Yang Mo laughed miserably and slowly closed his eyes.

……

The next day.

night.

The magic altar.

Yang Mo wore a black cloak and followed Shui Mo silently.

along the way.

Many people saluted the ink painting.

Shui Mo just nodded lightly in response.

Then he took Yang Mo all the way to his residence.

Just shut the door.

She eagerly helped Yang Mo sit down and prepared various nourishing supplements for him.

Yang Mo's eyes were lowered, but his mood became increasingly depressed.

These things are undoubtedly excellent.

For example, this kind of ginseng tea that warms and nourishes the soul is something that many cultivators cannot afford even if they lose all their money.

Even Huangfu Song spent a lot of effort to get himself a bowl.

And he looked like he was in pain.

The result is here.

Ink painting is just like tea, I don't feel distressed at all, and I even seem a little worried that I will dislike it.

But... these are all prepared for the Demon Lord.

"Master Shengjun."

"Ah."

Yang Mo responded expressionlessly.

Shui Mo hurriedly said: "Since the divine chrysalis cocoon silk soul test, Zhao Ci transferred my people away from your remaining soul, and now Gu Xiangzhu's people are taking care of it.

In addition to Huangfu Song's other three guardians, they are also obeying Zhao Ciyan. It is very difficult for us to get close.

But don't worry.

Recently I heard that Zhao Ci had some problems when condensing the sixth level of divine patterns. In recent years, he has made breakthroughs in retreat and needs many masters to protect him.

When the time comes, the main altar will definitely guard the void.

Then it will be a good time for us to take back the remaining souls. "

"The sixth level?"

Yang Mo was a little shocked. The last time he saw Zhao Ci, he had just condensed the second divine pattern. How come he had the sixth divine pattern in the blink of an eye?
Shui Mo quickly said: "Ever since Zhao Ci pretended to be someone else, the major protectors have been frantically using resources to please him, so they entered the country..."

Yang Mo asked back: "If we give these resources to others, can we achieve such a terrifying entry?"

Ink was speechless: "Ah, this..."

Yang Mo frowned: "Is it difficult to admit that others are good?"

Ink: "..."

She was having trouble breathing.

Uncomfortable chest tightness.

Yang Mo lowered his gaze and stared at the ginseng tea for a long time, then waved his hand and said, "Put it away, I don't want to drink it!"

Shui Mo was anxious: "Lord Shengjun, this is..."

Yang Mo snorted: "If one day I turn back into the Demon Lord, it won't be too late for you to show me your courtesy!"

Ink: "..."

She couldn't help but cover her chest, her heart aching.

His eyes were already red.

But he still forced a smile: "You don't know, it's all the same. If you are unhappy today, then I will put it away first. Zhao Ci doesn't know when he will break through. You can rest well here with me these days. It's getting late. , I will serve you to sleep..."

"no need!"

Yang Mo waved his hand, took out a quilt from the closet, and spread it in the corner of the room: "I'll make the floor!"

"No!"

Shui Mo was anxious: "How could you sleep on the ground?"

Yang Mo was a little sulky: "I'm not the Demon King yet, and I still need you to beg me. Shouldn't I keep a low profile?"

"no……"

"Are you so eager to let me claim my identity as the Demon Lord?"

"I……"

Shui Mo wanted to say something else, but Yang Mo had already turned around and left, minding his own business on the floor and lying in the corner with her.

a time.

Tears streamed down.

Yang Mo listened to the suppressed sobs behind him and closed his eyes anxiously.

humiliation?

He felt that he could take it easy.

But the pain of stand-in literature is still unbearable.

……

The underground palace does not know Hui Shuo.

But Shuiyunyi told Yang Mo that three days had passed.

In the past three days, except for eating and going to the toilet, he had been meditating and had not said a word to Shui Mo.

But in fact.

He was just meditating.

The technique never worked even once.

Because when I think of ink and wash, I look at myself in the room with tenderness and tears.

He was very upset.

There is no way to practice at all.

He wanted the ink to roll.

But I can't say it.

Because when you say this, it seems that you are very upset.

at last.

Shui Mo mustered up his courage: "They're leaving!"

"Ok!"

Yang Mo finally opened his eyes: "Let's go!"

Shui Mo glanced at him with a complicated expression: "If you don't want to become a Saint King, you don't have to..."

Yang Mo was angry: "Are you playing hard-to-get with me?"

Ink: "..."

Yang Mo's voice was trembling: "Do you think I'm pitiful?"

Shui Mo panicked: "I didn't, I just wanted to say..."

"Don't say it!"

Yang Mo said solemnly: "Let's go! Get the remnant soul back as you wish."

"Um……"

Shui Mo lowered his eyes, took out the black robe, and wanted to dress Yang Mo neatly, but Yang Mo snatched the black robe away.

Done.

The two are ready to go out.

Yang Mo said in a deep voice: "Don't hurt the lives of those guards later."

Shui Mo was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes!"

Her voice was a little nervous.

The pressure in my heart has reached an extreme level.

Although only ordinary masters are left behind now, the difference in difficulty between "killing" and "silently knocking out" is still too big.

Yang Mo's request put a lot of pressure on her.

But since Yang Mo mentioned it.

She will try her best to satisfy.

But I can’t make the Holy Lord unhappy anymore.

Yang Mo seemed to feel her pressure, and he hesitated before speaking: "Don't worry! There won't be any accidents during this trip."

"why?"

Shui Mo was stunned for a moment.

Yang Mo did not explain, but said firmly: "Just believe me!"

The ink painting is a little dazed.

It tastes right!
It's so right!

It's this overbearing confidence.

Lord Shengjun has indeed returned.

She felt relieved, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Walk all the way towards the altar.

Wait until you reach the core area.

"Ink girl, you can't... ugh!"

A figure fell limply to the ground.

then.

One after another.

The ink painting was trembling, walking on thin ice, but just like Yang Mo said, the process was extremely smooth.

All the arrangements she made were accomplished.

The whole process went smoothly, and although it was tense and exciting, there were no mistakes.

at last.

The two walked to the altar.

The fragment of the god's chrysalis was floating quietly above the altar. It had lost all its luster. All that could be seen was a group of dead souls floating in the middle of the god's chrysalis.

Shui Mo was a little excited: "Lord Shengjun!"

"I see!"

Yang Mo took a deep breath and took a step forward with difficulty.

He understands.

Once this remnant soul is integrated.

Your life is bound to undergo earth-shaking changes.

Not just strength.

And all human relationships.

No matter how strong his desire to fight against the Demon King's consciousness was.

We all have to admit one thing, that is...

There is a possibility of failure.

And it's big!

In that case, it would be no different from death.

But...just die!
Yang Mo can't accept a life that is not controlled by him. When the devil's consciousness recovers, some people will feel better.

For example, Huangfu Song.

such as……

He glanced sideways.

He quickly looked back.

Take a deep breath.

Slowly forcing out a trace of soul power from the center of his eyebrows, he slowly probed towards the god's chrysalis.

And ink.

I also held my breath.

Looking at the scene in front of me with great nervousness.

at last.

The soul thread touched the fragment of the god's chrysalis.

The soul that had been dim and dormant for a long time inside seemed to be activated by this trace of soul power, emitting a faint halo that could be seen on and off.

The two seem to be communicating.

Shui Mo was excited. This phenomenon had never happened before.

To be successful!

The designation is to succeed.

And Yang Mo.

My heart was also surging to the extreme.

He could clearly feel that the Demon King's remnant soul was identifying him.

As long as the recognition is successful, it will definitely integrate into your soul.

after all.

He was [-]% sure that he was the reincarnation of the Demon King.

However, what happened next was completely beyond his expectation.

"Buzz!"

A terrifying ripple spread out.

The surging soul power followed the soul thread and fiercely shook Yang Mo Lingtai.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Yang Mo almost fainted on the spot.

His eyes widened and he looked at the fragments of the God's Chrysalis in disbelief.

Shui Mo was also stunned, not knowing what happened.

"Humph!"

An angry voice came from the fragments of the God's Chrysalis: "How can such a humble and despicable person be the reincarnation of me?"

Ink: "..."

Yang Mo was about to faint, but when he heard this voice, his voice became shrill and shrill: "You, a self-righteous dog basket, are not worthy of me!"

"roll!"

"I won't go away! I will refine you right now!"

Yang Mo's eyes were red and he fiercely rushed towards the fragments of the god's pupa.

But what greeted him was a stronger soul counterattack.

"Buzz!"

He felt a huge earthquake on the spiritual platform and flew backwards.

But he still didn't faint. He managed to get up and staggered towards the altar.

Ready to start over.

But the injury on the Lingtai was too serious. Just after taking two steps, his vision went dark and he half-knelt on the ground.

at this time.

A hand fell on his shoulder: "I'll do it!"

Yang Mo turned his head and saw Zhao Ci's helpless face.

soon.

He heard a woman's voice.

"Take down the ink!"

"Keng!"

"Keng!"

"Keng!"

Countless swords were unsheathed, and among them were four super-powerful auras that were at least the sixth level of the Divine Treasure.

Shui Mo's voice was shrill: "Gu Xiangzhu! Did you lie to me?"

Gu Xiangzhu sighed softly: "Shui Mo, we have no intention of hurting you, but the fragments of the God's Chrysalis are indeed not yours. You can capture them as soon as possible. I can leave you a way to survive!"

"Bastard!"

Shui Mo glared at her: "You must have done something to the Holy Lord's remnant soul! Only the Holy Lord can fuse this remnant soul. As long as I am still alive, you can't even think of getting a hold of it."

Gu Xiangzhu: "..."

The three guardians: "..."

Everyone looked at Zhao Ci.To be honest, the three guardians were a little confused and didn't know what was going on.

Zhao Ci helped Yang Mo up and said angrily: "I treat you as a brother, why do you want to steal my things?"

Then the message came: "I will protect you two. Please feel sorry for me and help me stop the loss."

Yang Mo smiled bitterly and whispered: "You gave me a chance, but I'm useless, don't worry!"

He is not stupid.

She was confused when Shui Mo appeared that night.

But then I figured everything out.

That meeting.

It was completely guided by Zhao Ci.

Without Zhao Ci's help, he could only contact Shui Mo secretly, and he didn't know how much trouble and danger he would encounter.

He knew that Zhao Ci intended to fulfill him.

That's why he was so sure that his trip with Shui Mo would be extremely smooth.

only……

Don't be angry with yourself.

He raised his head and glanced at the remnant soul. Although it was still strong, the demon king's consciousness had begun to slowly dissipate after it conflicted with him.

The dissipation speed is not fast, but it will dissipate in two hours at most, and no residue will be left.

I don’t know where that Dog Basket Demon Lord comes from so much arrogance.

Can be biased.

There is also an ink blocking the front.

If you continue to block, I'm afraid there will only be a dead end.

Yang Mo took a deep breath: "Shui Mo! Back off!"

"I!"

Shui Mo was already confused: "Lord Shengjun! We cannot retreat from this step..."

Yang Mo's heart twitched: "What if I have to retreat?"

Ink: "..."

"Keng!"

Yang Mo pulled out a dagger and placed it across his throat: "If the body does not exist, the soul will not be attached! It is your choice whether you insist on it or not!"

Ink: "!!!"

If the physical body is gone, there is no point even refining the remaining soul.

If you continue to persevere, there is little hope of the return of the Holy King.

But there is a risk of losing one's soul.

Zhao Ci's eyes twitched, he didn't expect Lao Mo to play so hard.

but.

Apparently it worked.

Ink and silver teeth clenched: "Holy..."

Yang Moren didn't say much, but with a slight force on the dagger, a line of blood seeped out from his neck.

"Don't! I listen to you!"

Shui Mo threw the sword to the ground with a bang.

Zhao Ci breathed a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice: "Capture these two people and help them heal their injuries. Don't let them cause problems!"

"Yes!"

The crowd responded in unison.

Protector Qi supported Yang Mo, and Gu Xiangzhu held Shui Mo, and walked towards the lotus platform not far away for practice.

When passing by the fragments of the God's Chrysalis.

Yang Mo glanced at the God Chrysalis with a complicated expression.

"Trash! Get out of here!"

Remnant Soul was very angry and cursed mockingly.

Zhao Ci curled his lips and strode forward.

Remnant Soul became even more angry: "You are a waste too! Get out of here too!"

Everyone: "..."

"Oh shit!"

Zhao Ci laughed angrily: "You are a loser, and you are pretending to be a loser? I don't want you to have a long memory, and you still think you are a master?"

The remnant soul sneered: "My remnant soul is unparalleled in the world. No one in the world can refine it. What do you think...ah! What do you want to do?"

His voice was filled with shock and anger.

Shockingly, he discovered that Zhao Ci's hands were directly clasped over him.

The six heavenly divine marks all over his body lit up, and extremely violent flames rose up in his hands. These two flames could actually cause damage to the soul.

The remnant soul wanted to resist.

But he couldn't resist at all.

Zhao Ci could only hold it tightly and stuff it into his mouth.

From its perspective, this is a bloody mouth.

Remnant Soul is confused!

What does this person want to do?
What exactly does he want to do?
Refining the remaining soul?

How can anyone in this world refine the residual soul and swallow it directly with their mouth?
Cow chew peony!

It's like eating peony!
Crazy!
My remnant soul is extremely powerful. Except for my own soul, even strong men of the same level would not dare to touch it easily, otherwise it will be backlashed!

Even assimilate the host's soul!

Either way!

It just so happens that your physical body and Five Elements Divine Treasure are good.

Worthy of my will!
Since you want to die.

Then I reluctantly accepted it.

But soon, Remnant Soul discovered something very terrifying.

That is……

It seems to have entered a vast space.

desolate.

Reckless waste.

The smell of ancient evil is everywhere.

Around him, the space was squeezing and exuding wisps of extremely strong corrosive power.

My remnant soul... is actually being digested!
This!
What's going on here?

Remnant Soul panicked, and an extremely terrifying word appeared in his consciousness.

Taotie, Taotie?

"Pretending?"

A mocking voice sounded: "Why don't you pretend anymore?"

Remnant Soul looked closely and found that it was the shadow of Zhao Ci.

For a moment, anger arose in my heart: "Asshole! You are such a clown..."

Zhao Ci interrupted with a smile: "Who is the clown? I just turned [-] this year, what were you doing when you were young?"

Remnant Soul: "..."

Zhao Ci curled his lips: "Now you are a prisoner and I am the executioner. Who do you call a clown?"

Remnant Soul: "..."

Zhao Ci tapped his fingers, and six lines appeared in the void.

"You see, these are my divine marks."

"..."

"I heard others say that you can't beat Xiang Tiange. Do you think it's because Xiang Tiange took advantage of his body?"

"..."

"Have you seen it? The divine marks on the physical body of the peak Heavenly Grade are even more impressive than Xiang Tiange's."

"..."

"And this kidney water divine pattern, are you familiar with it? It belongs to the Xiang family! Has it awakened the shadow in your heart?"

"..."

"I forgot to tell you, my name is Zhao Ci, Xiang Tiange's nephew, dear!"

"Ok?"

The remnant soul originally had a ferocious expression, as if he wanted to get rid of Zhao Ci and then be quick.

But after hearing the news, his anger suddenly dissipated a lot: "Are you Xiang Tiange's nephew?"

Zhao Ci thought his reaction was interesting, nodded and said, "Yes!"

Remnant Soul breathed out: "That makes sense."

Zhao Ci: "..."

Remnant Soul shook his head: "It seems that I lost that bet?"

Zhao Ci put away his sarcastic face and looked at him with interest: "Of course he lost! But don't worry, my brother has already gone to pay homage to my uncle for you."

"That's good!"

Remnant Soul sighed, looking a little lonely.

Subsequently.

Just lie down.

Completely giving up resistance to the force of extrusion and corrosion.

Let Taotie's stomach digest his soul.

Zhao Ci was a little embarrassed: "You won't resist now?"

Remnant Soul asked: "Why should I resist? Xiang Tiange spared my life, and now it ends in the hands of his nephew. It is very reasonable."

Zhao Ci didn't understand: "You should have been able to tell just now that I intend to help you. Now you still have the chance to return to your true soul, why don't you seize it?"

Honestly.

The moment Yang Mo's golden wish came out, he no longer wanted to refine the Demon Lord's remnant soul.

Because it feels like there’s a lot of waste in it.

Let Yang Mo refine it and fulfill his wish, and he will get the pure version of the Seedling of the Law of Destruction.

Why not?
Remnant Soul was a little irritated: "He doesn't deserve it!"

Zhao Ci was not very happy: "My brother's two sets of heavenly divine patterns are designated to be stronger than yours at the same time. Why do you look down on him?"

Remnant Soul became even more irritated: "This person does not have the domineering power of a superior person at all. No matter how high his cultivation level is, he cannot become a true superior person.

And his life experience makes me sick just looking at it.

I can't accept merging with him! "

Zhao Ci: "..."

The more Remnant Soul spoke, the angrier he became: "I have traveled the world for several years, and although I was unlucky, I met Xiang Tiange, a murderer, but he was also a hero rarely seen in historical records!

A waste like Yang Mo wants to fuse with me because he wants my cultivation.

But his nature is contrary to mine. Even if he fuses with me, he will not be able to use the essence of my magical power, but will be counterattacked.

Even if he can really reach my peak strength.

Doing things in the name of Demon Lord Reincarnation will also tarnish my reputation.

this point.

I can not accept! "

Zhao Ci: "..."

What the hell!

You pretender, why do you look down on my brother?

In his eyes, this kind of forced king who had a smooth life was not as good as someone like Lao Mo who struggled against the shackles of suffering.

What can I do.

The King of Forces looks down upon people who suffer greatly and have deep hatred.

Remnant Soul suddenly said: "Make a deal!"

Zhao Ci said in a deep voice: "Say it!"

Remnant Soul said quietly: "To be honest, I can't resist this space in your stomach, but if I continue to resist, you will definitely not feel better, and my will will have a great impact on you.

If I cooperate.

Then you can separate the memories and insights from the remaining soul.

In this way, although you may not be able to refine the Law of Destruction, you can definitely absorb all the power of the soul.

It also saves you from being affected by my will. "

Huh?
Although this devil likes to pretend, he is not completely unable to speak.

Zhao Ci looked at him with interest: "What are the conditions?"

The Demon Lord took a deep breath: "Your cultivation foundation is very strong. Even Xiang Tiange and I can hardly compare to you. If one day you can understand the law, you will become an unprecedented strong man.

My conditions are.

If you succeed, you will rely on the law of destruction I left behind.

Then you might as well reveal to the world that you are the reincarnation of the devil. "

Zhao Ci was stunned for a moment: "You mean, when you want me to show off, I will use your name?"

He was really startled.

Unexpectedly, at the last moment when his remnant soul dissipated, all the things that this demon king cared about were pretentious.

"Neither!"

Remnant Soul waved his hand: "It is impossible for a strong man like you to accept borrowing someone else's name to live. You just need to reveal it a little and let this sentence spread in unofficial history. It is best to find some rotten literati to write it. A copy of "The Legend of the Demon Lord".

of course.

If you have not understood the law throughout your life.

Then forget it.

I cannot afford to lose this person! "

Zhao Ci was also amused: "Okay! It's up to you!"

The residual soul breathed a sigh of relief: "My soul is good for you, but the fragments of the god's chrysalis are of no use. Help me burn him to Xiang Tiange's tomb."

"it is good!"

Zhao Ci nodded.

next moment.

The remnant soul began to disintegrate from the inside.

Wisps of memory were pulled away and turned into two clear streams, which were condensed into volumes.

One volume is the life experience of the devil.

The other volume is the Demon Lord’s cultivation insights.

The pure soul power that disintegrated went straight to the spiritual platform.

This feeling of high energy made Zhao Ci feel so happy that his scalp was numb.

Arguably.

Refining foreign souls is a very troublesome thing, because it is troublesome to remove impurities. Once the impurities are not removed completely, it will easily cause mental pollution, so only evil cultivators who have broken the pot will choose this method.

But... the demon king is a man who has mastered the method of disintegrating demons.

The stripped soul power is extremely pure.

Zhao Ci has a divine refining furnace, and his spiritual cultivation speed is not weak, but after all, he has just practiced for more than a year. Compared with those old monsters, the Lingtai Divine Treasure is really weak.

But now, he has obtained the soul cultivation of a top powerhouse out of thin air.

There are no shortcomings anymore.

As long as you can understand the rules.

You can reach the top in an instant.

just.

Zhao Ci stared closely at the mysterious divine pattern, only to find that it was hanging quietly, with no tendency to integrate into the spiritual platform.

The aura of destruction is restrained.

But he had an attitude of keeping away from strangers.

"really!"

Zhao Ci shook his head helplessly: "This thing is quite arrogant, I will deal with you later!"

He felt a little solemn, feeling that refining the Law of Destruction would be as difficult as climbing to the sky.

A booklet for cultivating and enlightening beyond the devil.

Explore his life experience directly.

perhaps.

The secret of his ability to cultivate the law of destruction can be found from his life experience.

A thought moves.

The Demon Lord's life experience was like a slideshow, with scenes displayed in front of Zhao Ci.

Never thought.

Just after reading the beginning, Zhao Ci knew why this guy could understand the Law of Destruction.

In one sentence, the foundation is laid in infancy.

The demon king's surname is Dao, and he comes from a wealthy family in a vassal country in the southwest.

Although he is an illegitimate son and cannot legally inherit the family property, his father is very fond of his deceased mother, so he is particularly kind to the Demon Lord.

The nannies hired are all stunning beauties.

Anyone who offends the Demon King will be severely punished.

In the infant stage, there is a very important period called the order-sensitive period.

At this stage, anything that violates the baby's order will cause discomfort to the baby.

The devil is especially obvious.

I happened to have an extremely doting father.

then.

Anything that goes against the Demon King's sense of order cannot exist. It must either try to satisfy it or destroy it directly.

From small to large.

The devil's desire for destruction is particularly strong, and he has become a well-known devil in the southwestern countries.

Until he met a master and was treated by this master to be docile.

This master.

He was the previous leader of the Demon Cult.

Under her guidance, the demon king's destructive desire was kept in a delicate balance. After the physical body and the Five Elements Divine Treasure were condensed, the former leader, who knew that he was about to die soon, finally let go of the cultivation of the divine patterns on his spiritual platform.

then.

Success in one fell swoop.

He became the new leader of the Demon Cult.

"This bitch is indeed a genius."

Zhao Ci was helpless and had to admit this.

At the same time, I also understood why the Demon King would say such outrageous remarks as "There are no mediocre people, only people who are lazy and not cruel enough to themselves."

Because in the order understood by the Demon Lord, hard work + ruthlessness can indeed lead to success easily.

“But this thing is hard to copy!”

"Did I have to reincarnate as a demon in order to acquire such an extreme personality?"

"Outrageous!"

Zhao Ci continued to look behind him, and the next plot became familiar.

As soon as the demon king broke through, he rushed to the palace excitedly, going smoothly until he met Xiang Tiange, who had just understood the law of killing and came out of seclusion.

the first time.

Xiang Tiange united with the masters in the palace to barely defeat the demon king.

the second time.

The Demon Lord wanted to kill Xiang Tiange who was alone, but he narrowly escaped.

the third time.

Although Xiang Tiange was at a disadvantage, he still waited until help arrived.

then.

Every battle is worse than the last.

Until the last time, he was completely crushed by Xiang Tiange.

He was desperate and had to admit that he was not as good as Xiang Tiange, but as long as he broke through the eighth transformation, he would definitely be able to step on Xiang Tiange's corpse and become an invincible being in the world.

But never thought.

Xiang Tiange just smiled bitterly and told him that even if he had eight sheds, he would not be invincible, and pointed in one direction.

He said something: If one day, you can really shed eight, you might as well go to the north and have a look.

Zhao Ci's heart skipped a beat.

"North!"

"The Four Kingdoms of Longyuan?"

"It's true, there are indeed extremely powerful people in the Four Kingdoms of Longyuan."

"Otherwise, there is really no way to explain my uncle's death on the battlefield."

"But the Four Kingdoms of Longyuan are so powerful, why have they not committed any offense against Nan Guoqiu in the past 20 years?"

"In previous wars, you didn't even show your face?"

"why?"

Zhao Ci was puzzled. This kind of matter must be discussed with Mr. Kan.

Next.

That's the bet part.

After making the bet, Xiang Tiange left, seemingly realizing that he was going to die.

And the devil.

He was also in a state of despair for a long time. After explaining the funeral arrangements to Shui Mo, he disappeared on the spot.

then.

So he began a life of wandering around, trying to find a good home for himself.

but.

His desire to win is too strong, and ordinary dilemmas simply cannot arouse his interest.

I feel like even if I win, it will be like taking advantage of Xiang Tiange.

then.

He decided to cultivate it himself.

In the end, he chose a very stupid couple, and after revealing his identity as the Demon King, he received immense admiration.

"Let me tell you, I...want to be your son."

"Don't ever tell this reincarnation to me."

"Don't have any expectations about your child's talent. It will definitely be very different."

"But don't worry, I have a way to improve your talent."

"One of the methods is this book of poisonous prescriptions."

"The second one is this lightning strike technique."

"The process is painful but not life-threatening."

"Don't show any mercy. You must remember that the edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."

"This child will definitely become a talent!"

"As long as he becomes a talented person, you will be the sage parents who single-handedly trained the genius. You will be worshiped by the world and your reputation will last forever!"

Zhao Ci: "???"

Outrageous!

This devil is so outrageous!

No wonder he doesn't want to merge with Lao Mo.

What if this is integrated.

Lao Mo was probably so schizophrenic that he committed suicide on the spot!

He shook his head.

At this moment, the Demon Lord's soul has been completely refined by him.

In the spiritual platform, there was a surge.

Now his soul power has become extremely powerful.

In the past, when he used Paradise Dream, he didn't dare to attack the master, for fear of being backlashed.

but now.

Except for the top masters of the sixth and seventh levels of Shen Zang.

He dares to attack anyone.

The puppet plan can be started.

But now...

His eyes fell on the God of Destruction.

"Let's refine this little charlatan first!"

(End of this chapter)