System: The Path of a Mortal Being Stronger Through Being a Mother

A tall and mighty figure walked out from the darkness.

He has a handsome face and short silver hair that really shines like silver.

He was about two meters tall, with deep facial features and bright red lips, as if he had just eaten a human.

Lin Miao looked at his face and was a little confused: This guy seems to look a lot like the Demon King Meng. Is this the wise man that the Zombie King mentioned?

The wise man said in a hoarse voice: "Who are you? Are you the Eastern Witch?"

Lin Miao didn't dwell on the man's appearance anymore, and looked at the zombie: "Are you the wise man that the zombie kings mentioned?"

The man chuckled twice and said, "What Zombie King? You humans are really good at naming. They are real lives and have intelligence. How can they be named corpses? I think it's more appropriate to call them demons."

Lin Miao was even more suspicious: "What's your name?"

The man said, "I am the demon Meng. This world will eventually become my livestock farm."

When Lin Miao heard this, she understood a little and asked him, "You mean, you created these zombies?"

The demon smiled evilly: "That's really not the case. I just woke up not long ago. Those zombies were created by you humans, but they accidentally let the experimental subjects escape. It happened that the world was about to upgrade itself, and natural disasters continued, which catalyzed the advancement of these demons."

Lin Miao said in her heart, "As expected", she was a little skeptical when she first arrived.

Because the zombies appeared so suddenly, it seemed that all of a sudden, the world became a zombie world.

It would be understandable if the experimental subject leaked and caused a large-scale infection.

Meng continued, "It's also because I woke up in time. If I had woken up any later, these guys would have been killed by the new humans."

Lin Miao said: "What does waking up mean?"

Meng Zhangyang smiled: "My demon clan is born and raised by nature but not tolerated by the world. But our clan has an advantage that other races don't have, that is, every time a demon king is born, he will have the inherited memory of the previous generation of demon kings."

As he spoke, he glanced at Lin Miao with some hatred: "You are this Eastern witch, you are obviously the immortal cultivator in my demon father's memory."

Lin Miao had some guesses in her mind: "Who is your demon father?"

Although Meng has an extraordinary IQ and inherited memories, those are stored in his brain like some discs. Moreover, because he had just awakened and was flattered by the zombie kings, he became a little too proud of himself.

He glanced at Lin Miao and Xiaotian beside her with his sidelong eyes: "My demon father was the demon king of the demon world ten thousand years ago. If he hadn't met a female fairy Lin Ling'er who suddenly appeared from nowhere, he would have fallen. Humph, maybe my demon world would have unified the world long ago."

Lin Miao had an idea in her mind. It seemed that the Demon King had made a backup plan before going into battle. Even if he died, there would be descendants to inherit his legacy. Unfortunately, ten thousand years passed in the blink of an eye, and he met her again.

Although her cultivation is not high enough now, this second-generation demon who has just awakened is also very young.

Even if he inherited the memory, he did not inherit the ability. She understood this most deeply.

Lin Miao felt amused: What kind of fate is this? Maybe this is why the system asked her to do the task?

With his eyes covered, he turned around and looked at Xiaotian, thinking: This little demon is actually leaving their evil path and joining the immortal cultivation path. It seems that this female cultivator has made this possible.

However, what is the good of cultivating immortals? The progress is slow, you can only practice bit by bit, and you have to abide by various rules.

Unlike him, who had just woken up for a few days, all of the Demon Father’s memories were passed on to him, so he didn’t have to start learning from scratch.

There is no need to consider any rules. If you don’t like something, what’s the harm in tearing it apart?

As he was thinking, he saw Lin Miao stabbing at him silently with a sword.

Meng was startled and shouted, "You female cultivator, you are so shameless. Why did you attack without even trying?"

While cursing, Meng took out an axe from the Demon King's space and chopped at Lin Miao.

Lin Miao looked at the shining axe and felt it looked familiar. Wasn’t this the weapon of the old devil?

While Lin Miao was fighting against Meng, he asked loudly: "Demon King, your weapon is quite good. It looks like a divine weapon."

Even though his axe missed, he was not discouraged and said proudly: "This is a magic weapon my father left me..."

Lin Miao smiled. She didn't want to fight any longer. It would be easy to deal with once she knew it was that axe.

Meng was using his axe to block Lin Miao's sword.

As Lin Miao retracted his sword, a new sword emerged from his body, the Demon-Slaying Sword.

Meng was not surprised. According to his inherited memory, many immortal cultivators would nourish their swords with blood in order to make the sword spiritual and communicate with their minds.

But so what? His axe is no ordinary one.

Lin Miao dodged Meng's axe and stabbed out with a sword, but Meng still blocked it with his axe.

But this time, he miscalculated.

A shiny black sword pierced through his chest, passed through his body, and the tip of the sword came out of his back.

Lin Miao did not draw her sword, she even stirred it vigorously.

The light in Meng's eyes was fading. Although he had all the memories inherited, he was not very strong and was still a newborn demon.

He suddenly remembered that there was a hole in the middle of the axe, which had been shot through by a divine arrow. Even after waiting in the magic space for so many years, it was still a weakness...

He looked at the female cultivator absentmindedly and asked unwillingly, "You, are you her?"

Lin Miao did not answer him. The villain died because he talked too much. She chopped off the new demon king's head with one blow, dug out his crystal core, threw it into the space, and said in her heart: An Xiang, go, don't worry about me when you die.

Xiaotian seemed very interested in the magic axe. He ran over and was about to pick it up, but the magic axe disappeared like smoke.

Lin Miao felt a toothache as she watched. Who knows how many tricks that damn old devil Meng had left in reserve? She could only counter each move as it came.

Xiaotian jumped towards the cave, and Lin Miao followed behind.

She and Xiaotian are both invisible now.

This mountain is quite high and has been hollowed out inside.

Maybe Meng was too confident in his abilities and didn't play very strict defense.

If Meng had not been killed by Lin Miao, ordinary people would not have been able to get in.

The zombie kings coming and going are supervising the work of the researchers and staff.

Piles of weapons are being packed.

Lin Miao felt the taste of death.

She began to deploy the troops according to the terrain. Anyway, no one here, whether human or zombie king, could escape.