Each disciple is not simple

The Demon Lord sneered, "Expecting the demon to thank you? How naive!"

As he spoke, he continued to use his strength to search for the owner of the voice.

"Are you planning to go back on the deal between us?" The voice remained unchanged, and he didn't even take the Demon Lord's constant searching seriously.

"I will definitely take revenge on the world of cultivation!" The Demon Lord's scarlet eyes were stern, "But how I take revenge is up to me! I advise you to get out of my world right away! Otherwise..."

"What else?" As soon as the voice fell, the Demon Lord felt his limbs stiffen, and the demonic energy that was flowing smoothly just now all stagnated, climbing up from his dantian to his neck, and then entangled like a maggot attached to his bones.

The Demon Lord instantly broke out in a cold sweat, and a huge sense of crisis permeated his body.

"Speak, or what?"

That voice was like the sharp blade of a guillotine raised high, reminding the Demon Lord to be careful with his words and actions at all times.

"Nothing! Nothing! If you have anything to say, just tell me!" The Demon Lord was shaking, his eyes filled with panic and fear of losing power.

As the force that bound him loosened and he felt the familiar demonic energy, the Demon Lord's expression changed instantly.

"go to hell!"

He waved his hands and struck with great force in the direction that had made him feel threatened just now.

He is a demon! Demons are fickle creatures! Don't even think about threatening him!

However, before he could let out a hearty laugh, his entire body was lifted up by an unknown force!

The Demon Lord's face turned purple and he scratched himself vigorously with his hands. The demonic energy in his body was once again imprisoned, and he became as fragile as a piece of broken tofu.

The feeling of being shrouded in death once again clouded his mind, and this time he was really scared!

He was crying so hard that he couldn't even utter a word to beg for mercy. He could only flutter around like a lamb to be slaughtered.

Panic! Fear! Suffocation!

He truly realized that it would be easy for this mysterious being who gave him power to kill him!

He doesn't want to die! He really doesn't want to die!

He hadn't enjoyed himself yet, nor had he accepted the worship of the demons! He hadn't killed those abominable monks yet!

His huge desire to survive made him constantly beg for mercy and apologize in his heart.

"Ah! It really looks like a dog!" The voice was leisurely and playful. "I don't know other things, but I am good at training dogs."

The voice laughed softly, full of contemptuous arrogance, "If you beat a disobedient dog, it will become obedient."

The Demon Lord didn't care whether the voice called him a dog or something else. He would be willing to kneel down and lick shoes as long as he was not killed!

"Do you understand what I am saying?" the voice asked.

In an instant, the Demon Lord waved his hands hard to indicate that he would absolutely obey.

The next second, the Demon Lord fell from the mouth to the ground, like a puddle of mud, and was thrown into the mud.

Even if he regained his strength, the Demon Lord no longer had the arrogance he had just now!

He knelt on the ground, not even daring to raise his head, and said respectfully in a trembling voice, "Just tell me if you have anything to say!"

"Wouldn't it have been better if you did this earlier? Why would you have to suffer physical pain?" The voice was still arrogant and contemptuous.

But after suffering a loss, the Demon Lord clearly knew that he was inferior to the other party and could only smile apologetically.

"I want you to prepare ten obedient demon generals for me after you return to the Demon King's City, and to continuously send people to assassinate the monks."

"So simple?" The Demon Lord doubted subconsciously.

After all, in his eyes, the existence that could restore his strength must be more powerful than he imagined. The owner of this voice could easily fulfill these two conditions without him having to do so.

The voice laughed softly, obviously feeling that there was no need to explain to the Demon Lord, "I hope you won't let me down..."

The last sound disappeared in the air. The Demon Lord called out several times tentatively, but after getting no response, he believed that the other party had really left.

Even so, the Demon Lord was still uneasy.

How come there is suddenly such a powerful being in this world? And I have never heard of any unborn people in the demon world or the world of cultivation.

Taking into account the other party's ability to appear and disappear at any time and be omnipresent, the Demon Lord did not dare to think about it any further.

With his robes fluttering, he flew out from the abyss.

Feeling the rich demonic energy, he abandoned all distracting thoughts and absorbed it smoothly.

Suddenly, he felt some fluctuations of aura that did not belong to the demon clan.

The Demon Lord smiled maliciously, his eyes full of dark teasing and mischief.

"...A little bug has sneaked into my demon world... Then I'll use you as my first delicious meal after my resurrection!"

After saying that, he disappeared from the spot at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye.

At this time, the Demon Lord did not know that this decision was the most unwise choice he had made since coming out of the abyss.

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Mo Yan, who was pulled over by Dan Qing, was snorted.

He really couldn't understand why Dan Qing, who usually looked steady and self-possessed, had taken the wrong elixir and was so anxious that he didn't even speak clearly and dragged him from Pozhen Peak to Chijian Peak.

"I'll give you the spirit stones, and you buy me ten bottles of pills!"

Mo Yan, who didn't know what was going on, had a bad feeling when he saw Mu Feng and Ming Jia's identical smiling expressions.

"Please put your spiritual power on the card."

Mo Yan subconsciously released his spiritual power, but the next second he was met with Dan Qing's expression of 'full of regret'.

"What's wrong?" Did I do something wrong?

Dan Qing took a deep breath and said, "Forget it. I didn't tell you in advance. Just scratch the card with your hands. Don't use spiritual power for now."

But Mo Yan was not ready to let Dan Qing manipulate him any longer. He stopped moving and asked directly, "What's going on? If you don't explain clearly, I will go back to Pozhen Peak. I still have a lot of things to do!"

Seeing this, Mu Feng stepped forward and told Mo Yan how to draw cards on Pinxixi.

After hearing this, Mo Yan's eyes flashed with excitement, and he thought that this card drawing was quite interesting.

He waved his hand and said, "It's just free, just wait and see!"

As one of the most profitable main branches of the Tai Shang Sect, Mo Yan's pockets are always bulging.

He generously bought thirty bottles of pills and drew cards on the spot.

But why didn’t anyone tell Mu Feng that Mo Yan was a very unlucky person?

Thirty bottles of pills plus ten bottles of pills from the previous new buyer, and forty cards, are not enough to get a free meal!

If other disciples had not proved that someone had indeed received a free meal, he would have suspected that Mu Feng had done something fishy.

In fact, there are indeed some probability problems, but most other people can get enough for a free bill with 40 bottles. I can only say that Mo Yan is really unlucky.

"What a pity!" Dan Qing was also subconsciously disappointed, "It was just a little bit short!"

Mo Yan's baby face flushed red, not sure if it was from anxiety or anger. "Then I'll get ten more bottles! I don't believe we can't get enough!"

Mu Feng was unsure, the luck of the unlucky man was really mysterious.

He saw one of Mo Yan's cards and quickly came up with an idea.

"Brother Mo Yan, don't be anxious!" Mu Feng picked up the blue-black "experience card". "You can buy pills at any time. With this experience card, you can be one of the first to enter my Zhijian Peak to experience Zhijian Peak's special sports for free. Do you want to try it?"