Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Although Heiyan's defeat was somewhat unexpected, Heiming's attack was something that no demon cultivator had expected.

"Hei Ming, what are you going to do!?"

"How dare you interfere with the election of the Holy Son in public?!"

Moluo was furious, and the Purple Mist Demon Ancestor beside him disappeared on the spot.

"The Holy Son of my Baisheng Mountain can only be Yan'er!"

"If Yan'er cannot become the Holy Son, then this ancestor will wipe out all his opponents!"

Hei Ming laughed loudly and slapped the ripples in the void behind him with his backhand. A purple figure had just stepped half a step out of the ripples when he was forced into the void again and disappeared.

Hei Ming grinned and slapped Mo Fan, intending to kill him in front of all the demon cultivators in Baisheng Mountain.

Although the monsters were shocked and angry, they also felt powerless. No one had expected things to turn out like this. The most important thing was that no one seemed able to stop Hei Ming at this moment.

Even the Demon Ancestor Zi Lan was defeated, who can stop Hei Ming?

"Hei Ming, you dare to break your promise, this is an act of rebellion!"

"Do you really want to attack us in front of all the demons in Baisheng Mountain?!"

Moro was furious, his eyes turned red with anger. He didn't expect that Hei Ming would be so shameless!

This happened in public!

He dared to break the agreement and kill the Son of God. This was a clear act of betrayal!

"I am Hei Ming, the number one demon ancestor of Bai Sheng Mountain. Who dares to say that I am not?"

Hei Ming laughed loudly, and the aura of the late ancestral realm was pushed to the extreme. He didn't care about Mo Luo's scolding at all, and instead looked at Mo Fan.

"Little Toad, your fate has been determined since the moment you accepted Bai Xiaosu's inheritance!"

"You have only one destiny, and that is to become a stepping stone for my Black Tiger lineage!"

At this moment, it was as if time had stood still. The monsters were horrified and angry but could do nothing. Even the Ghost Monster King and the Black Water Monster were extremely angry at this moment. They wanted to rescue but it was too late.

"Om-"

Finally, Hei Ming's hand approached Mo Fan.

The imagined loud roar did not occur, but instead a slap hit the smooth mirror surface.

"Ok?"

Hei Ming frowned slightly and was about to grin, but then his expression changed drastically!

boom--

The terrifying palm power shone through the mirror, instantly knocking back the unsuspecting Hei Ming!

"Old man, do you really think that I don't understand your character?"

"If I don't have any tricks up my sleeve, how dare I take advantage of the situation!"

"Since you want to protect that guy so much, I will definitely take him!"

Mo Fan sneered, put away the Water Moon Spirit Mirror in his hand, and immediately flew towards the black flames below.

Heiyan's hair was disheveled at the moment, and his originally crazy expression suddenly became much more sober after he witnessed Mo Fan repelling Heiming.

Although he was unwilling to believe that this toad demon was so powerful, it was a fact that it defeated Hei Ming.

He lost all desire to fight and turned around and ran away!

"Hei Yan, where are you escaping to!"

Mo Fan roared, and a pair of dragon wings grew out from his back, increasing his speed again.

Just when he was about to catch up with Hei Yan, a figure suddenly blocked Mo Fan's way.

"Boy, do you really think no one can control you?"

Heiyu grinned grimly and raised his hand to grab Mo Fan, his ancestral aura clearly evident.

Magical power, Chilong transformation!

Mo Fan roared in his heart and let out a deafening dragon roar. His whole body was suddenly covered by dragon energy and in an instant he turned into a giant blood-red dragon several dozen feet long.

"roll!"

The Chilong was enraged, and lashed out with its tail, directly smashing the right arm that Heiyu had grabbed into pieces!

"Do not!!"

Heiyu's pupils suddenly shrank, and the next moment he was directly sucked out!

"Heiyan, it's time for our feud to end!"

"No one can save you this time!"

The blood-colored Chilong spoke in human language, and its voice shook most of the mountains. It opened its mouth and bit towards the black flames below.

"No! I, Hei Yan, am the most outstanding genius of the Black Tiger lineage. How could I lose?!"

"I am the Holy Son!!"

Heiyan roared in despair, with a look of unwillingness on his face. At the same time, the divine power in his body burst out, and endless black demonic fire rushed into the sky, as if it was going to burn the blood-colored Chilong that was flying towards him.

Supernatural power, swallow the sky!

Mo Fan growled in his heart, and a terrifying suction force emerged from his mouth, directly swallowing the endless demonic fire and black flames together!

"Underworld, save me!!"

The moment he was swallowed, Heiyan screamed, letting out his final cry of despair.

"Toad demon, how dare you!!"

In the distance, Hei Ming was furious. Just as he was about to attack, several figures suddenly appeared around his body.

"Hei Ming, the Holy Son has been chosen, are you really going to betray my Bai Sheng Shan?"

Zi Lan stared at Hei Ming with a cold expression, a terrifying aura emanating from her body.

On the other side, Zhu Hantian said nothing, but the aura of his ancestral realm was unmistakable.

"Hei Ming, Hei Yan is dead. Even if you kill the Holy Son, it won't change the outcome. You have to accept defeat!"

Ping Shi spoke lightly, the aura he exuded was no weaker than that of the Purple Lan Demon Ancestor, and his eyes were fixed on Hei Ming.

"Ancestor Heiming, the situation is hopeless. For the future of Baisheng Mountain, please accept defeat!"

Another figure appeared, it was Heidian in a black robe.

"Heidian, how dare you betray my ancestor?"

Hei Ming looked at Hei Dian with cold eyes, but the latter shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Bai Sheng Mountain was named after Bai Sheng, and I, Hei Dian, am not from your Black Tiger lineage. I have always been loyal to the Holy Mountain!

So it’s not a matter of betraying you!

I also ask you, Ancestor Black Nether, to put aside your personal grudges for the sake of the future and lives of the countless demons in Baisheng Mountain, and join us in protecting Baisheng Mountain and waiting for Baisheng's return!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"When the wall falls, everyone pushes it. The human race really did not make a mistake!"

"But do you really think you can stop me?"

Hei Ming grinned grimly, his face somewhat gloomy, and a hint of anger appeared when he looked at the blood-colored Chilong below.

All this was caused by that toad monster!

He must die!

Mo Fan was stared at by Hei Ming and couldn't help but shudder all over. He looked up and met Hei Ming's cold gaze. His heart was suddenly startled, but soon a hint of ruthlessness arose in his heart.

Since this old guy wants to kill me, can I take this opportunity to give him a beating and kill him completely?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Mo Fan could no longer remain calm.

His eyes were uncertain, but soon became brighter.

With his current state, the Shuiyue Spirit Mirror, the four demon ancestors in the sky and the three ghost ancestors on his side, it seems that the impossible task of hunting Hei Ming has become infinitely possible!

"Ha ha ha ha……"

At this moment, a wild laugh suddenly came from afar, and soon a figure appeared above Baisheng Mountain.

"What if I am included in this?"

Hei Ming's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked up at the burly figure above him, and said in a deep voice: "Zhan Ao, this is my Bai Shengshan family affair, how can you get involved? Aren't you afraid of starting a war between the two demon realms?"

"Family?"

Zhan Ao, who was standing on top of the demon cloud, raised his lips slightly and immediately taunted, "Can you, Hei Ming, still represent Bai Sheng Mountain now?

You are now no different from a lost dog!"

After that, he looked at Mo Luo again and said with a smile: "Brother Mo Luo, what do you think?"

"If Brother Zhan Ao is willing to help us take down the rebels, we would be more than happy to do so!"

Moro looked at Zhan Ao and spoke in a deep voice, and with just one sentence he determined Hei Ming's identity.

"Good! Very good!"

"I will remember this matter. One day, I will take everything back from you!"

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Hei Ming made some harsh remarks and then disappeared from the spot.

"Brother Hei Ming, why are you in such a hurry to leave? I'm itching to fight, why don't you have a good fight with me and continue the unfinished battle?"

Zhan Ao smiled brightly and also disappeared into the air.

Just at this time, in Baisheng Mountain, a black-robed monster was about to escape, but suddenly a purple-robed figure appeared in front of him and blocked his way.

"Black Prison Demon Ancestor, where are you going?"

……

Seeing Hei Ming escape, Mo Fan sighed in his heart and also felt relieved.

He looked at the great demons in the sky, and finally set his sights on Mo Luo, and said calmly: "Seniors, am I now considered the Holy Son of Baisheng Mountain?"

In his opinion, now that Heiyan is dead, he is the only one left in the Tiger Palm Pit, so he deserves the title of Holy Son!

However, Moro shook his head and said calmly: "The election is not over yet, so you are not yet the Holy Son of my White Holy Mountain."

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