Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Seeing Hei Ming appearing and not agreeing with what Mo Fan said, Mo Luo, Hei Dian and other demons were stunned.

"Ancestor Ming, if this boy is really willing to give up the election of the Holy Son, it will be good news for us!"

"Yes, this way, Black Flame will lose a strong opponent!"

Hei Dian and Zhi Shi spoke one after another, both of whom were quite moved by Mo Fan's suggestion.

Instead, Mo Luo fell silent, his eyes focused on Hei Ming, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

He wants Mo Fan to participate in the election of the Holy Son, not only to save Yunrou, but also to let Mo Fan or Princess Qinglian take control of the White Holy Mountain!

Although Bai Shengshan is now divided into two factions, in fact both factions are waiting and watching, and both want to make the final bet on the position of "Holy Son".

No matter which sect the Holy Son comes from, the other sect must obey unconditionally!

That's why Mo Luo is so eager to let Mo Fan participate in the election of the Holy Son, and he also has the idea of ​​​​suppressing the Heiming faction.

It's just that Hei Ming's objection was something he never expected. What was the other party's motive?

At this time, ripples appeared in the space around Mo Fan, and a burly figure wearing golden armor appeared.

Zhan Ao also left and came back!

"I've met senior!"

Mo Fan immediately saluted and showed great respect to Zhan Ao.

This trip to the White Holy Mountain was almost entirely supported by Zhan Ao, and Mo Fan naturally kept it in mind.

"Ah."

Zhan Ao nodded slightly.

"Brother Zhan Ao, how was this battle?" Bai Lu couldn't help but asked in a low voice.

In fact, although his voice was small, who on the scene was not a master with advanced cultivation? Of course you can hear it.

It can be seen that Bai Lu also has some small thoughts.

"Hei Ming is very strong, but I am not afraid. Again, if we really want to fight, I can fight three of them!"

Zhan Ao didn't lower his voice deliberately, but it made Hei Ming's face twitch slightly and immediately became ugly, but he didn't say much.

When Mo Fan saw this, a light flashed in his eyes, and he immediately understood something.

Obviously, in the fight between the two demons just now, Hei Ming did not get any advantage, and may even have suffered some losses!

When he thought of this, Mo Fan was determined!

"As for the black prison, I punished him briefly and let him go. If he still doesn't repent and falls into my hands again, I will never be merciless!"

Zhan Ao snorted coldly, saying this to all the demon ancestors in Baisheng Mountain.

Even Bai Lu couldn't help but secretly smacked his tongue after hearing Zhan Ao's words, he chuckled and said: "Brother Zhan Ao is mighty!"

Hei Ming took a deep breath, looked at Mo Fan, and said indifferently: "Laibao, Princess Qinglian must marry my Holy Son of the White Holy Mountain. This is the wish of the White Holy Mountain, so this matter cannot be changed. If you really If you want to save her, then become my Holy Son of White Holy Mountain!

Otherwise you can go back! "

After that, he looked at Zhan Ao again and said coldly: "You are indeed very strong, but don't forget that this is the White Holy Mountain! Are you sure you want to fight to the death with me?"

Zhan Ao frowned slightly, and then snorted coldly. Just as he was about to speak, Mo Fan quickly said: "I agree to participate in the election of the Holy Son!"

Hei Ming's words were clearly aimed at Zhan Ao, and Mo Fan was really worried that Zhan Ao's temperament would lead to a fight.

Although Zhan Ao is indeed very strong, even more powerful than Hei Ming on the surface, Mo Fan does not dare to let him take risks.

Just as Hei Ming said, this is the White Holy Mountain. Who knows if Hei Ming has any other back-ups!

Mo Fan was already very grateful that Zhan Ao could help Mo Fan, and naturally he didn't want to see him fall into the other party's trap for his own sake.

Sure enough, seeing Mo Fan agree, Hei Ming's eyes clearly flashed with disappointment.

Zhan Ao did not insist, but asked Mo Fan: "Boy, are you serious?"

"If you don't want to, no one dares to force you!"

"Senior, the purpose of my coming here is to rescue Princess Qinglian."

Mo Fan smiled bitterly and made the point clear in one sentence.

"Okay, now that you kid has made a choice, I won't say anything more. If necessary, it doesn't matter!"

Seeing Mo Fan insist, Zhan Ao had no choice but to nod.

"Ancestor Ming, you are confused! How can you allow this son to participate in the election of the Holy Son?"

Mo Fan agreed to participate in the election of the Holy Son, which made Heidian anxious.

"Why, are you so unsure of Yan'er?"

Heiming glanced at Heidian, and then said calmly: "Mo Luo is right, although Laibao is not the demon of our White Holy Mountain, he is the inheritor of White Holy Mountain after all, and he is naturally qualified to participate in the election of the Holy Son!

Furthermore, if Yan'er can defeat this son openly, does that mean that he is the chosen one? Is he the real future leader of Bai Sheng Mountain?

It will surely be able to shut up some guys completely! "

Speaking of this, Hei Ming glanced at the three demons of Moluo, but the old god was there, and even waved to Hei Ming.

Hei Ming frowned slightly, withdrew his gaze, then looked at Laibao, and said in a deep voice: "Boy, you have to think clearly, the election of the Holy Son is not a joke, if you fail, you will... die! "

"Senior, I won't bother you. Princess Qinglian, I will save her!"

Mo Fan looked indifferent and warned at the same time: "I hope you won't embarrass her during this period!"

"You can rest assured on this. I am the Demon Ancestor after all. Although I don't like you very much, I'm not as mean as you think."

Hei Ming chuckled, then turned around and flew towards the White Holy Mountain, leaving behind a message: "Mo Luo, they will be left to you, don't let me down!"

"Don't worry, I will take care of business!"

Mo Luo spoke calmly, and then watched Heidian and Yanshi leave. Then he came to Mo Fan with the two demon ancestors behind him, and said with a smile: "You made a right choice!"

"If I have a choice, I really don't want to choose this!"

Mo Fan shrugged, with a helpless expression on his face.

Mo Luo was slightly startled, then shook his head helplessly and said: "There are still five months until the election. You are the inheritor of the Holy King and a guest from the Demonic Domain of Fengming Mountain. , so you can follow me into the White Holy Mountain and wait for the election to begin!”

After saying this, Mo Luo looked at Zhan Ao and his party, and said with a smile: "Of course, fellow Taoists, you can too!"

"I think it's better to forget it. Your Bai Shengshan's demonic aura is a bit strong, and I'm somewhat uncomfortable with it."

Bai Lu waved his hand first, then looked at Zhan Ao, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhan Ao, are you going?"

"What are you going for? Carrying a killing array?"

"Although I can fight, I can't withstand too many killing formations. Bai Sheng learned a lot of killing formations from the human race back then. I ask myself whether I want to live for two more years!"

Zhan Ao waved his hand in a bachelor's manner, and then said to Mo Fan: "Boy, if you want to go, just go. We two old guys will support you outside. If they dare to do anything against you, I will The ancestors have been blocking the outside of the White Holy Mountain since then. If one of them comes out, I will kill one! If two of them come out, I will kill a pair!"

"..."

The three demons of Mo Luo were very speechless, thinking that we are still here, can't you say this on different occasions?

"Of course, it's not safe for you to go in alone. To be on the safe side, let Brother Heishui and Brother Gui accompany you in!"

Zhan Ao spoke carelessly, but the faces of the two great demons suddenly stiffened!

Good guy, you knew there was a killing array inside and you couldn’t get there, but you sold us out...