The Immortal Sect traitor is also gaining favor in the Demon Prison today

is omnipotent.”

I believe in my husband." Sang Zhe looked at Zhang Xiaoying with a touching look on his face. "Wife" The husband looked at the two of them with affection and was about to quarrel. Si Jingzhu, who was unhappy on the side, couldn't help but interrupted with a light voice:

"Really? Why do I feel like some people are so scared that their legs are shaking?" "Nonsense, I was shaking my legs subconsciously..." Sang Zhe argued, but in return he got an increasingly playful and mocking look from Si Jingzhu.

"Oh my god~ There are no people who are so scared that their legs are weak, but their mouths are still hard, right? No way~"

"Read it. I really want to see some people fainting from nervousness in front of so many people in the Heaven Palace... Hey! What are you doing?"

Before she could finish her words, Shi Qingyan looked at her collar and pulled her aside. "Forget it. Don't bother him now."

Shi Qingyan glanced at Sang Zhe and said softly, "I've experienced his acting skills. It's no problem."

Si Jingzhu pouted in anger. Soon, a girl under Meng Qiyan came over and gave a signal. "The ceremony will begin soon. Brother Sang Zhe can start preparing to appear on stage." Upon hearing this, Sang Zhe took a deep breath and his heart surged. Come on. "Yan Rouwan smiled and stepped on the ground and raised her thumb to him. Then she slowly put the green-faced tooth-wiping evil ghost mask that had been prepared long ago on Rouzhe.

on.

The moment she put on the mask, Rouzhe's entire temperament changed from that of a lazy and sloppy woman to one that was cold, gloomy and unfathomable.

He just sat casually on the specially built main throne, but he felt an indescribable feeling of oppression.

The cold evil ghost leather jacket made his temperament look very weird, ghostly and mysterious, as if he was really an evil ghost walking out of the underworld.

Seeing Sang Zhe getting into the state in a second, the women were relieved. "Very good, since your husband is not nervous, then it will definitely be fine." "Not bad." Sang Zhe's cold and strange voice came slowly through the mask, "No,

Can I ask my wife Xiaoying for a favor?" "Hmm?" .Change my pants for me."

The square was packed with guests, and all the wise men were present. Those who could sit in the front row of the square were all well-known and famous people.

Representatives of aristocratic families or large sects.

The Immortal Yongning and Taoist Yuanming also sat together and whispered to each other. Yuanming, do you really think that guy has the strength of the Tiancheng period? " "I can't see through it. " Taoist Yuanming also shook his head, "But it is certain that

This guy is definitely not an ordinary person."

To know such a secret, this person had better be a Mahayana cultivator. Otherwise, if he is a fake and sophistry person, then he is the real master.

The Ming Daoists looked at each other. A hint of ruthlessness flashed in their eyes at the same time. Since they knew the secrets of the two people, they had to make this deceitful guy pay the price no matter what. And shut up forever. Soon, after the deputy leader of the Demonic Path, Tang Yubing, finished his speech, the leader Hua Jiangling finally appeared in the spotlight. The little girl walked to the middle of the square in a square manner. She was too lazy to use spiritual power to amplify her voice, but directly took a loud speaker in a very unpresentable way. "Ahem. Fellow Daoists and non-Daoists." "Thank you all for your presence and attending the promotion ceremony of our Demonic Path to the Holy Land."

"From now on, our Demonic Path will officially regard itself as a holy land, and will be on par with the three major holy lands."

"Then, next, we would like to invite the Ancient Demon Emperor who has been in seclusion for many years and finally came out to the world."

"The Lord of Hell. Rouzhe!" Under the gaze of the crowd, a striking throne slowly rose from the ground in the center of the square.

A man with a green face and a tooth-wiping mask, dressed in a ghost leather jacket, was lazily leaning on the throne. The aura behind the mask made all the cultivators present excited. This is the rumored old monster of the Mahayana period of the magic way. The Demon Emperor known as the Prison Demon Lord. Senior Sang Zhe? Facing the gazes of countless cultivators, Sang Zhe just glanced around indifferently. After a long time, he slowly spoke:

I am a very stubborn person, I never care what others tell me to do. "

If you can be like me, then I think this matter.

One hundred and ten, out of control　

Thai pants hot! The sound echoed clearly in the square. Between the mountain gates. Even in the mountains. Everyone looked at him in silence. Not only the monks in the audience fell into a state of confusion. Hua Jianglian, Tang Yubing, Yu Xia. Even the Sang family members in the backstage. All looked at him blankly. Obviously, no one knew what Sang Zhe was doing. Sang Zhe still looked so nonchalant. But in his heart, he had begun to feel cold. No. Why is there no reaction? Is what I said wrong? But I remember that in my previous life, wasn’t it like this for big-name singers? Aren’t there a bunch of people responding and screaming in the audience after just a few words? Or did I not learn the essence? I don’t know how long it took before a few sparse applause and responses sounded, so that Sang Zhe would not be so awkward.

There were even many cultivators whispering to each other. This Demonic Emperor...why does he look a bit unintelligent?" "It's hard to say. After all, this old monster who has been practicing in seclusion for thousands of years may have a lot of

It is normal to have some strange personalities." "He is a half-immortal in the Heavenly Realm, so maybe his words convey the true meaning that we cannot understand." "That's right, just listen obediently." Sang Zhe also forced himself to calm down, and continued to maintain his cold and indifferent appearance, and said coldly:

"I have been in seclusion for a thousand years, and came out a few days ago. Now I have reached the perfection of Mahayana, and I am only one step away from the supreme fruit."

"I don't know if I can take this step in my lifetime." "But I am already satisfied to have reached such a beautiful scenery.

"Less than this master, who was once a demon cultivator who was not tolerated by the world and had nowhere to stay. This master also couldn't bear it."

"Therefore, I have decided to come forward and take charge of the Demonic Path. From now on, I will recruit those who have nowhere else to go from the Immortal Cultivation World. All the Demonic Cultivators in the world will be delighted!"

The words were full of domineering power, and all the cultivators present were shocked. Are all the demon cultivators happy under the Heavenly Gate?! What a domineering and unrighteous words! If we really sit back and watch the demonic forces grow stronger, will there be any peace in this world?

?

“But not just any random person can join the magic cultivation under my rule.” Sang Zhe said coldly: “If you want to join my magic sect, you must undergo a strict personal history check to see if there is any record of crime and criminal record of your immediate family members.” “Young female cultivators with big breasts, long legs, fair skin and beautiful looks will be given priority, while male cultivators need to be hardworking, capable, willing to work hard, obey orders and not complain about low wages and few vacations. Everyone: “? ” What kind of standard is this: if you do this, can the Demonic Path still be called the Demonic Path? However, the threshold for joining the holy land is already extremely high. For example, the Jianhua Palace only accepts female disciples and not male disciples. Many people have also keenly realized that the Demonic Path may want to take the opportunity of the general promotion of the holy land to retire. For a while, Sang Zhe was talking incessantly on the stage, and the monks below the stage were secretly pondering the hidden meaning in his words. ...That's all." Sang Zhe said a lot of things with a dry mouth, then he coughed and said seriously: "That's all I want to say. Now, if anyone has any doubts about this deity or the Demonic Path, you can ask questions." "If there is no objection, then this deity will announce that this general promotion ceremony will enter the next stage--" Sang Zhe thought his mission was about to be successfully completed.

But at this moment, someone suddenly stood up and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Senior Demon Venerable, I am Xie Qi, the master of Qinglei Zhai, and I would like to ask you to solve my doubts." Hmm? Are there really people who dare to ask questions without any tact? Aren't you afraid that I am really an old monster in the Mahayana stage and will kill you if I get angry?

Something?

Although he was startled in his heart, Sang Zhe still spoke calmly: "Speak." The middle-aged monk named Xie Qi also seemed a little nervous, but he still

He asked with a scratchy face:

The senior said his name was Sang Zhe. But according to some of the Shuiyue Mountain disciples I took in, Sang Zhe was probably a traitor to the immortal sect, a young cultivator in the foundation-building stage who had fallen into the devil’s way.”

I don't know the relationship between the senior and this person. After he finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at Yuan Mingdao secretly.

And the immortal Yongning.

The two secretly raised their thumbs. That's right, Xie Qi was the one they had arranged long ago. After all, they were the most suspicious of the identity of the Palm Demon Lord. No matter what, they had to test this person's true strength. Hearing this question, Sang Zhe's heart tightened. Fortunately, he had prepared for this matter. He changed his hand to support his head, and his eyes were hiding behind the mask to secretly look at

The cheat sheet in the palm of my hand, the voice is indifferent:

"That's right. I did take over the body of a young demon cultivator named Sang Zhe." "It's because I've been in seclusion for a thousand years, and my body has long since decayed. I had no choice but to use the art of taking over another's body."

It happened that I was in the Demon Prison Department, and I saw this young man named Sang Zhe, who was handsome and elegant, with extraordinary bearing, so handsome that he could sweep away thousands of girls in the world of immortal cultivation. Moreover, his talent was one in a million, and his personality was humble and gentle, neither humble nor arrogant.

After saying a lot of things that had nothing to do with him, Rouzhe changed the subject:

"I have a connection with him, so I took over his body and was reborn." "A thousand years have passed, and I have long since given up my own name, so I will just use this kid's name.

It’s just a name.”

Any other questions?" Xie Qi hesitated for a moment, and seeing that Yuanming Taoist and Yongning Old Immortal were still trying to wink at him, he bit the bullet and asked again: "Senior, it is rare for you to enter the Mahayana realm. I think you must have gained a lot of insights during your thousand years of practice." "I don't know. I don't know." He hesitated for a long time. He finally spoke out through gritted teeth. "May I give some advice to the juniors present?" Everyone was shocked by his words. Because this suggestion was actually not very polite. As a Mahayana cultivator of the Demonic Path, it didn't make sense for him to use his own insights to guide others.

I'm here to teach you outsiders how to practice.

However, this proposal can truly demonstrate whether this so-called Demon Emperor really has the cultivation level of the Mahayana period.

So even though the monks present were whispering more and more, no one spoke to stop them. Sang Zhe was also very unhappy. He also saw that this guy was instructed by Yongning and Yuanming to try

To test one's own strengths and weaknesses.

But he didn't know what leverage the two old guys had on him that would make him suffer this bad luck on their behalf.

After all, they don't know if they are really in the Mahayana realm. If they are, they will kill the person who showed up in anger, and you can only blame yourself for your bad luck. But it has to be said.

I really can't stand the temptation. After a moment of silence, Sang Zhe could only look at the scalp to scare the other party away, so he suddenly

Slamming the table in anger:

"How dare you!" Suddenly, the sky around them suddenly fell into darkness. An inexplicable fear and pressure swept over Xie Qi, causing him to shiver and kneel on the ground with weak legs: "Senior, please calm down!" "Who are you? Why should I guide you?" I. Xie Qi was so scared that his face turned pale and he stammered and couldn't speak.

But the next moment, a voice that shocked everyone sounded: "By this palace. "Is it enough?"

One hundred and eleven, rolling in the shocked sight of everyone. The vast darkness slowly faded away, revealing the clear and bright again. In its place, there were petals flying all over the sky. Under the gaze of countless people, two charming and graceful women, like fairies descending from heaven, one in yellow and the other in green, were standing on the left and right with swords in their hands. Behind the two women, a simple and quiet carriage pulled by cranes came from the sky. Along the way, countless petals were lifted up, and the fairy air was lingering. A scent of flowers filled the nose, like a spring breeze. Many people present seemed to have recognized the people, and they couldn't help but be frightened and stood up to salute. The two old guys, Yongning and Yuanming, were overjoyed. Not only the monk Zhidao, but even Hua Jiangleng's little face flashed a trace of panic, and he kept saying: It's bad, it's bad, the old monster has really been brought out. For a moment, everyone present was extremely respectful and bowed to the embroidered carriage in unison. "Junior pays respect to the Palace Master of Jianhua Palace, Gu Jianxian!" The only person who remained still was Sang Zhe. Sang Zhe still maintained that calm and indifferent, arrogant posture while sitting.

Of course, it wasn't that he didn't want to move. He was too scared to move. The two maids holding swords looked very familiar to him. They were the sword maids who came to disturb him when he and Zhang Xiaoying confessed their love.

A disciple of Hua Gong?

What else can a person who sits in a chariot and draws everyone's worship?

Who?

One of the legendary three holy places, the master of Jianhua Palace, a peerless

Fairy.

Gu Yingmian. To be honest, Sang Zhe also wanted to worship the boss with these people.

But he knew that if he stopped acting halfway through, that would be the real end.

The scene is still vivid in my mind.

Sang Zhe didn't want to experience this feeling himself. So, even for his life, Rou Zhe had to bet that the other party couldn't see through him.

The mask mode of my own system. Please, Miss Nian Nian, you must not let me down at this time.

As the petals fell to the ground, a carriage slowly drove into the square on the road paved with countless petals and finally stopped outside the square.

Sitting quietly with the invited monks, waiting for the carriage to arrive, a pretty girl in a green shirt and a high ponytail stepped forward with a sword in hand.

She said softly:

"My daughter Chunlan is here to apologize to fellow Daoist Devil on behalf of the Palace Master. I hope fellow Daoist Devil will not be offended by my uninvited presence."

The corner of Tang Yubing's mouth twitched. Now that a deity in the Mahayana realm like you has come, who would dare to blame me?

But she still smiled politely: "It is of course a great honor to have Gu Jianxian here. I welcome him very much."

"I just heard that another Taoist in the world of immortal cultivation has entered the Mahayana realm, so I came here to see your demeanor."

A light, pleasant and moving voice was heard from the carriage. Although the voice was not loud, it could be heard clearly by everyone present.

I hope that fellow Daoist Demon Venerable... doesn't mind. " These words were already given enough face. But to Tang Yubing and the others, it still felt like a countdown to their lives.

Feeling. At this moment, they can only pin all their hopes on Rouzhe.

Father Sang Zhe, please... please deal with this matter properly. Otherwise, our entire demonic sect will be finished with you. Tang Yubing

Think in your heart.

Whether I will have the chance to catch up with the comics in the future depends on you.

Jiang Ling also thought about it in his heart.

Then, the next moment, they heard Sang Zhe's cold voice. "Nonsense." "Of course I care!" At that moment, Tang Yubing had already written a suicide note in his mind. Hua Jianglian closed his eyes devoutly, intending to write a suicide note in his mind before he died.

They imagined the ending of the comic in their minds. Not only them, but all the cultivators present were so frightened by this impolite remark that they dared not even breathe. Yuanming Taoist and Yongning Old Immortal were even more shocked. Shit, he really dared to comfort a Mahayana cultivator head-on? Could he be serious? "Since I didn't invite you, you dared to come uninvited, isn't this a lack of face for me?" Sang Zhe's tone was cold, with a hint of anger. But his back was already soaked with cold sweat. It's over. It's all over anyway. Might as well pretend to be a little bit arrogant before dying. At least he will die in a shocking way and leave his name in history.

The result was unexpected. Gu Yingmian in the carriage did not seem to be angry. After a moment of silence, the light and pleasant voice sounded from the carriage again: In this case. " "I would like to apologize to fellow Taoist first." Suddenly, the whole room was in an uproar again. At this moment, the old immortal Yongning and the Taoist Yuanming no longer had any doubts. It can make a dignified Mahayana sword immortal bow his head. What kind of gold content is this? The first master of the S6 national server is just like this. The identity of the Demon Emperor must be very real. Seeing the other party bow his head, Sang Zhe also snorted coldly: "Your attitude is okay." "Speak, why do you come here uninvited?" "I just heard that there is a Mahayana demon cultivator in the Demon Dao who has come out to practice, so I came here specially

"I want to get to know you." Yi Yingmian continued softly, "I also want to see if there is a chance... to discuss Dao with you." "Let's see who is stronger, Daoist's thousand years of practice or my sword." These words once again caused whispers in the room. There was a hint of confrontation between the two Mahayana masters. Could it be that I was lucky enough to witness the fight between Mahayana cultivators today?

This thought suddenly came to everyone's mind. Sang Zhe felt even colder after hearing this. It's over. The other party came to challenge. This is really the worst situation. At this moment, Nian Nian's voice also sounded in his ears: "Gu Yingmian has been in the Tiancheng realm for more than 50 years, and has frequently fought with the Mahayana realms of the other two holy places for more than a hundred times."

"In other words, this is a battle maniac." Damn. Isn't this bad luck? If I dare to agree, it won't be a fight. It will be a massacre. The opponent can probably deconstruct me at the atomic level with just one sword. What's the point of playing, just waiting to die. After a moment of silence, Sang Zhe gradually calmed down. A burst of courage suddenly rose in his heart. "Oh, you want to fight with me?" On the throne, the green-faced mask showed an evil and disdainful smile like a demon.

Where did you come from, little yellow-haired girl? Are you worthy enough to fight with me?" "Don't worry." Even if you don't come today, I will personally visit you three in a few days.

Great Holy Land." "I want to see what level the Mahayana stage will be in a thousand years." "But today," he sneered, "is a great day for my Demonic Path to be promoted to a Holy Land." "On such an important day for my Demonic Path, are you people from the Sword Flower Palace so ignorant of etiquette that you are shouting for war and killing? I give you two choices." "Either get on the ride and be a quiet guest." "Or." "...get out." He said coldly.

One white and twelve, what kind of rice can nourish you? That's called the Yin-Yang theory

Get out. That one word made all the monks in the room fall silent. Not only Yongning, but also Yuanming were stunned by the shock. Hua Jianglian, Tang Yubing and others had cardiac and respiratory arrest instantly. Big brother! You don't even say you want to die, but you don't want to die easily and happily, right? You won't feel comfortable if you don't let others grind you into a paste, right? Even if you are really a fan of fancy suicide, can you please not take us to die together? We just want to die quietly and painlessly, and don't want to be made into dumplings with meat filling! Don't talk about them. Chunlan and Qiuju, two disciples of Jianhua Palace, were also stunned. Since they joined Jianhua Palace, they have never seen anyone dare to tell their camp leader to get out.

After being stunned for a long time, Chunlan finally came to her senses, frowned and asked sternly:

How dare you speak rudely to the Palace Master? " "I am talking to your Palace Master." "When did it become your turn to interrupt, a little girl without any sense of propriety? " Sang Zhe looked at

A cold breeze swept over Chunlan.

"You know what? I have eaten countless little girls like you who don't know how to behave like this thousands of years ago."

"Especially a young, fair and delicious girl... Hehe." The voice was deep and twisted, and it licked its tongue in a seductive way. Even Chunlan couldn't help but retreat in fear, her pretty face turned pale with fear, and she uttered a cry.

Almost hid behind the carriage.

Finally, it was Gu Yingmian who slowly said: "You are right, and I am the one who was rude." "I will pay my respects to you on behalf of my disciple." "Since it is not convenient to cut off the money today, I will just be a guest and invite you to come."

Let's continue the ceremony. " Sang Zhe snorted coldly and turned to look at Tang Yubing. "What are you still staring at? Continue the ceremony." "Ah?" Tang Yubing was so scared that it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He smiled stiffly and said: From now on, the Demonic Path officially announces that Pu Sheng will be promoted to a holy land, and the original Shuiyue Xianmen will be incorporated into the Demonic Path. The territory from the west of Shuiyue Xianmen to the Demonic Path Mountain Gate is the territory of the Dao, and the surrounding sects and families are not allowed to interfere, otherwise it will be regarded as a declaration of war.

While she was stiffly reading the copy of Pusheng, Rouzhe remained motionless and maintained her aloof image.

He seems to be as steady as an old dog. But in fact, behind the mask, he is on pins and needles, and every second is crazy.

He was sweating. He could feel that Gu Yingmian was always looking at him in that inconspicuous car. He was so scared that he didn't dare to stop the mask mode for a moment. He didn't even care about the points he burned. He was really afraid that if he accidentally revealed a flaw, the other party would notice it. Then everything he had just acted would be in vain.

After nearly half an hour of torment, Sang Zhe finally waited for the long and complicated ceremony to end. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Hua Jianglian, witnessed by countless monks, officially

Promote the magic path to a holy place.

Then, originally, we could leave and go home. Sang Zhe was also looking forward to it. Gu Yingmian was the only one. Sang Zhe wished that this woman would disappear immediately. But the more you fear something, the more likely it will happen. Just when some monks from the sect were about to leave, Gu Yingmian suddenly

Then he spoke to Sang Zhe:

"Fellow Daoist Demon Lord." Although it is not appropriate to engage in violence today, I have come all this way here, and I am unwilling to go back just like that."

This one sentence made many people who were planning to slip away regain interest and sit back in their seats.

Sang Zhe was almost crying. You were about to be freed, why did you do something weird again? But for the sake of face, he had to pretend to be cold and arrogant and said, "What else do you want?" "How about today, you and I can just discuss the theory, and let's save the martial arts competition for later.

"How about friendship?" Gu Yingmian asked in a light tone. Someone's eyes were focused on Rouzhe again. This time, the other party's words were reasonable and Rouzhe could not think of any way to refuse.

Reason. He is a great sword immortal in the Mahayana realm, and he gave you enough face to sit here and listen to the whole process of the ceremony. Now I am just discussing the Tao with you. If you still refuse, it will be a bit unreasonable. But where can Sang Zhe discuss the Tao? He is a small cultivator in the foundation building period. Let alone the heavenly Tao, he may not even know the way to go home. He also agreed to watch it nonchalantly, but his mind was already thinking rapidly about how to deal with the current deadlock. And Gu Loumian has already begun to speak lightly: "The Tao of this camp is pure Tao."

"The way of the sword is pure and indestructible. I believe that only when the mind is pure and focused, can the sword in hand be indestructible...

She talked endlessly about her own insights into the way of the sword. However, after all, it was the insights of a great sword cultivator, and there were many sword cultivators present.