The Demon Lord's Beginning Be Manual

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The journey went smoothly, until he got down the mountain, Xie Yang still felt that it was a little unreal... It seems that Jiang Shuyu really didn't know his identity, otherwise, depending on that person's temperament, how could he let him come out to cause trouble for all beings.

He had no pursuits, and he had long ago been bigu, Jiang Shuyu's silver with the city seal was of no use to him, so he waved his hand, and finally did something arrogant-bought two big bags of candied sugar cakes, half of them were held and half were carried In your pocket, when you want to eat, just take one...

After half a day of "spending" like this, Xie Yang finally burped greasyly, wiped his mouth with the woven wristband of the monk's uniform, and was about to leave the city.

Suddenly, a slight sound came out of the dark place in the alley by the roadside and spread to the ears.

Outside the alley, the old man who sells sugar balls didn't check anything, and leaned lazily against the wall to bask in the sun with half-closed eyes.

Xie Yang was shocked, and frowned, that person used the secret sound transmission of the demon clan, and called him the word "Devil Lord".

It is unknown if this is the bait of the old demon generals or those monks, but since he still knows who the demon king is while wearing a mask, then there is no way to avoid it.

Xie Yang put a barrier to separate all the sights and sounds from the two sides, and walked in with his hands behind his back...

"It's you?"

Huangfu Hou's entourage, who smelled like rotten meat from the Styx, was indeed a member of the Demon Realm.

Xie Yang took off the mask, his raised eyes were full of gloom, he really didn't want the Mozu to find him so soon, which meant that he would be bound by the past again soon and lose his freedom completely.

As soon as the visitor saw him, he immediately stretched out his hand to hold his heart, and gave the highest salute of the demon clan: "The devil is on top, forgive me for being disrespectful, and coming here without authorization!"

Xie Yang sighed, waved his hands and said, "Forget it, thanks to your recognition of me."

The chasm is hard to jump, and fate is hard to escape. Even if Ah Pang doesn't come, sooner or later other demon soldiers will come to find him, but he didn't expect this person to be so bold that he slipped in without the eyes and ears of Songming City.

Abang: "Your subordinate is incompetent. A few months ago, you were 'arrogant'. Abang only knew that you were back, but he didn't know that you were far away, and you were right in front of your eyes. You offended the master. I hope the master will forgive you!"

Xie Yang didn't care, he leaned against the wall in a dawdly manner, took out a candied fruit and threw it into his mouth, then said vaguely: "Those who don't know are not guilty."

"Oh right," he remembered, "Why are you following Huangfuhou?"

A Pang's full name is Niutou A Pang. He was originally the most loyal guard around the witch Yu Lingluo. Many years ago, Yu Lingluo was killed by Jiang Shuyu, and the power of the demon clan fell to Xie Yang. He naturally followed Xie Yang. It's just that he is quite popular in the demon world, and he holds the military power in his hand. He decides all big and small matters for Xie Yang. Even if he changes his master, what he thinks and does is all that witch's lifelong wish.

Originally Xie Yang wanted to get rid of him, but it was a pity that he was one step too late.

Abang said: "In the first battle ten years ago, most of our people were killed or injured. The subordinates and other soldiers escaped from the massacre and turned into human and animal forms to mix with the crowd. Abang has been carefully hiding in Huangfu Ji's son Huangfu Hou all these years. Beside him, he was dull by nature and didn't become suspicious... but you, master, why are you still following that Jiang Shuyu?"

As soon as he mentioned this, Xie Yang didn't feel very natural. He scratched the syrup on the corner of his mouth, and finally rubbed it all over Ah Pang's body: "Oh, he is also stupid. I just stay here and wait for an opportunity to kill him."

Abang nodded: "Master is wise, this plan is wise!"

These words sounded comfortable, Xie Yang smiled and continued: "Generally the third in the world."

"..."

A Pang had no choice but to drag back the conversation that had been going all the way to Baxiang: "Master, I risked my life to come to Songming to ask you to come out of the mountain again. Since you can overcome life and death, you will definitely be able to lead us back to Songming. To restore the Demon Realm, let alone Jiang Shuyu, even the whole world will never be able to escape!"

The more he spoke, the more impassioned he became, his round eyes shone brightly, as if he really saw a bright future.

Xie Yang thought helplessly: "Can't you work hard on your own..."

It is said that the demons are determined to restore themselves, and they are dead. They should look for the next demon king to take over. Is it possible...

Xie Yang: "Is it your revived master?"

"What?" Abang asked suspiciously.

"It's nothing."

It seems not.

Xie Yang began to chatter: "Oh, to be honest, I'm tired of listening to and seeing all the grievances and grievances between the fairy and devil worlds. Since I picked up a cheap one for nothing and started to live again, it's better for you and me to say goodbye. We There will be an indefinite period..."

As alert as Abang, he immediately realized that although he didn't know why Xie Yang came back to life, he knew how to borrow flowers to offer Buddha.

"The devil is above! Absolutely not!"

He knelt down suddenly: "For ten years, soldiers from all walks of life have been praying day and night, looking forward to your return! The spells of the devil world are even better than those of the cultivation world. Maybe, you must never disappoint our painstaking efforts!"

"Stop, stop, stop! Gossip..."

Xie Yang waved his hand to tell him to shut up, and there was a faint pain between his brows.

But the words are not rough, and yes, except for those demons who are waiting to be fed and can only be born by attaching to their "masters", who else in this world is willing to cast a curse to let him come back.

Abang is still kneeling: "The soldiers are still waiting for the master. You want to start over in another place, but there is a reason for everything. You can't cover the fire with paper. How can you completely turn the chapter %3F master! Have you forgotten those old days? How did the monk treat you!"

Xie Yang gave a pause with his hand holding his forehead.

Ah Pang knew his weakness, so he deliberately picked this matter to provoke him. This approach was not very smart, but it managed to stir up a thousand layers of waves in Xie Yang's heart.

He squinted his eyes, and murderous intent slowly surfaced on his brows: "You don't need to remind me."

Ah Pang was shocked by the hostility suddenly released from Xie Yang's body, he trembled uncontrollably, he was still lying on the ground, but he couldn't speak in pain.

After teaching the disobedient little devil a lesson, Xie Yang's expression improved visibly, he put away that Rakshasa look, and said, "Forget it, get up."

Ah Pang raised his eyes and took a sneak peek, but didn't dare.

With a slight smile, Xie Yang returned to the brisk look that didn't take anything seriously: "But what you said is also reasonable, since the brothers from the Demon Race risked their lives to revive me, then I should do everything right."

Abang: "Don't dare..."

"Get up, don't make me say it a second time." Xie Yang said coldly.

Only then did Ah Pang stand up tremblingly, but still lowered his head, afraid of meeting the eyes of his uncertain master.

Xie Yang ignored him, folded his arms, leaned against the wall idly, and said: "Since we want to restore the demons, there must be some way, come and listen to me."

Abang finally said: "If you want to succeed, the two major sword cultivators are the most difficult to get rid of among the four major cultivators, and among them Jiang Shuyu is the leader. His strength has only risen but not fallen in the years you have been away, which is incalculable. ...There are even rumors that he has already completed his fairy body, but he just stayed in the world..."

"Don't say I know it," Xie Yang said, "Idea, method, understand?"

A Pang hurriedly nodded and said yes, and then picked out the main point: "To win Jiang Shuyu, the magic sword and "Erosion Abyss" are indispensable. The magic sword is now in Songming City, and you can get it at your fingertips, the master, but "Erosion Abyss" "has disappeared a long time ago... It was reported earlier that it was taken away by Wen Yumian, but it hasn't seen the light of day these years, so it must be just a rumor..."

""Erosion Abyss"..."

Although the disappearance of "Erosion Yuan" has something to do with Xie Yang, he doesn't really want to recall this point. This book is the fuse of his obsession, and it is also the beginning of his disappointment with Jiang Shuyu.

He spread his hands, saying that it has nothing to do with him: "Since it's a rumor, then come to me when it's true."

After finishing speaking, he threw another candied fruit into his mouth, turned around and left, Ah Pang didn't stop him this time, and just bowed and said: "The master will last for generations, he has his own propriety."

The old man who sold the candy balls was feeling comfortable in the sun in the snow. When he saw someone coming out of the alley, he woke up most of the time in a daze. The sweets are sweet and the price is fair, there is no such store in this village!”

"No!" Xie Yang said decisively.

I ate too much sweet and my throat hurts a bit.

After a long time, I finally met a monk with a lot of money, and the old man refused to let go: "Recently, it has snowed heavily in the city, and the house is almost unable to open the pot. There are old and young in the small family. This candied haws is only five cents a bunch. Hey, hey! Don't go Ah... you should show mercy!"

Xie Yang: "..."

After a while, the demon lord swaggered up to the sun with the whole stick of grass and trees on his shoulders, leaving the old man alone, staring at the big gold ingot in his hand with a dazed expression...