I am a weakling, but I am regarded as the supreme holy devil by the righteous people.

There is no true love in the world.

As long as he is a handsome guy, everyone loves him.

If it weren't for the reputation of this sect leader.

Suppress a bunch of perverts in the sect.

Otherwise, all the handsome guys in the city would have been harmed!

Alas, forget love!

——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Chapter 1502 of "My Diary" by Demon God Zhang

The next day, the Tianmo Sect was peaceful.

It was rare for Sect Master Zhang to get up early. It didn't mean that he had to get up early for something important today.

It was just a brand stuffed into my clothes, which made me feel a little uncomfortable at night.

Since we've already gotten up, why not just have breakfast and then go out for a walk.

This year's banquet was much larger than in previous years, and before anyone knew it, the Heavenly Demon Sect had developed into a truly behemoth.

When Zhang Mo walked into the governor's mansion, he really didn't recognize any of the other demon cultivators except for some old people from the original Heavenly Demon Sect.

Although they all bowed and saluted when they saw Zhang Mo, they were trembling and said respectfully: "Sect Master!"

But Zhang Mo looked at them, but he really couldn't call out their names. He could only call out: "Who is that? Ask the kitchen to get some breakfast for me. Where is Yang Shuo?"

"Yes, Sect Master. Elder Yang is giving a sermon to everyone in the front yard!"

Zhang Mo frowned when he heard this. Why did Yang Shuo give a lecture to everyone about Yang Shuo's little cultivation? Wouldn't it be possible to do this kind of thing instead to Xiong Wudi?

Zhang Mo quickly came to the front yard, but before he got closer, Zhang Mo saw a group of prominent figures from the Demon Sect sitting on small benches listening to Yang Shuo's lecture. There were many familiar faces present, and it seemed that they were at least Archdeacons and above. There are also the hall masters of each hall, the general hall master, and the commander of the magic soldiers, who conduct general inspections.

A group of demon cultivators listened very enthusiastically and were all taking notes in their small notebooks.

"... In short, the more demonic the hall, the more spiritual guidance we need to strengthen. Some of our deacons have weak wills, despicable methods, and are embarrassing. They can do anything from stealing someone's old hen to stealing someone's old mother. .Is this possible? If I catch him, I have to skin him and let him lay eggs for me on the spot. Where is our Heavenly Demon Sect? Is that an ordinary Demon Sect? Do you understand the spirit of the sect leader? Everyone present, from now on, one by one, But they all want to be big devils. Want to save face, but also steal other people's things, rob other people's money and food. Bah, shame! As the old saying goes, they want to rob the emperor's palace, and they want to prostitute the empress! This He is the big devil! In recent times, our sect has dealt with theft seriously, everyone must set an example!"

After Yang Shuo finished speaking, the demon cultivators present applauded. There was thunderous applause for a while, and everyone nodded repeatedly.

Zhang Mo opened his mouth slightly, oh, he turns out to be such a thief.

If you had said you were talking about stealing, that would have been the end of it. It's boring!

Zhang Mocai was too lazy to listen to these trivial matters and turned around to find the old dog again.

Pianyuan Library, this is Lao Gou’s office.

Generally speaking, there aren't too many people here. There are three types of messages delivered by Tianmo Sect. The first is delivered by people, which means sending messages quickly. The second is the black crow delivering the message, which is faster than the horse. The third is a secret message, which will be sent here in various ways at an unknown speed.

Then Lao Gou and his subordinates would summarize it, take out the important information, and then report it to Yang Shuo or Zhang Mo.

Sect Master Zhang Da usually doesn’t come here. It was a rare visit today, and at a glance I saw the old dog picking his feet and wringing his nose with the letter paper.

There were three or four demon cultivators waiting on him, squeezing his legs and knocking his back. Dog, you are enjoying your day!

"Old dog!"

Zhang Mo shouted, and the old dog was immediately startled.

He didn't even wear any shoes, so he stood up quickly: "Sect Master, why are you here!"

Zhang Mo replied: "If I didn't come, how would I know that your work is so disgusting? Stay away from me, you are picking your feet and not wiping your hands."

Other demon cultivators around him knelt down one after another. Zhang Mo waved his hand and told them to get out of here.

The old dog sneered and said: "It's just a little personal hobby, don't you, Sect Master..."

"Shut up, can I be like you? I'm...judgmental."

Zhang Mo explained forcefully.

The old dog immediately applauded and said, "Well done, Sect Leader!"

"Stop talking nonsense, any news recently?"

Zhang Mo simply sat down.

Lao Gou immediately replied: "Yes, there is news. The Soul Sect and the Yuan Sect have begun to mobilize their armies!"

"What?"

Zhang Mo almost jumped up when he heard this.

The old dog hurriedly continued: "They are not here to fight us. The two parties are gathering at Death Battle Ridge. It looks like they are going to have a big fight."

Zhang Mo calmed down his pounding little heart, and then said: "Is it a decisive battle? Or is it just a local war?"

Lao Gou thought for a moment and said, "It's hard to say. Judging from the news we've got now, the leader of the Soul Sect is still in retreat. The leader of the Yuan Sect has not appeared on the front line either."

Zhang Mo said with a smile: "It's okay if it's not a decisive battle. Hey, they fight slowly, they can fight for as many years as they want."

The old dog also smiled and said: "Yes, our sect master is prospering now. Talents from the six counties in the south of the Yangtze River are also being absorbed. Give us another three to five years, and we will definitely be able to establish a firm foothold. Not to mention one against two, At least we won’t fall behind one on one.”

Zhang Mo nodded and said: "Okay, keep working hard. This sect leader depends entirely on you. Is there any news?"

The old dog frowned and said, "Yes, Black Robe is injured. It seems that the injury is quite serious this time. Do you want to see if he can be brought back?"

Zhang Mo said in surprise: "Injured? What kind of injury? Can't it be cured?"

The old dog immediately pulled out the letter and said: "The fire poison has almost damaged the bone marrow. If you want to cure it, you need extremely cold elixirs or treasures, above Lingbao. I am asking my men to search for it, but I'm afraid it's I couldn’t find it for a while.”

Zhang Mo heard the words and said immediately: "Doesn't my sect leader still have a ten-thousand-year frost bead here? Send someone to deliver it to him. If it can be cured, cure it, but if it really can't be cured, just come back. All your efforts have been wasted, and there is nothing you can do."

The old dog exclaimed: "The sect leader has a big belly. There is a thousand-year frost bead, and the black robe guarantees that he will be safe. He is almost sneaking into the Yuanmen now. It would be a pity to give up halfway."

"Yeah, then give it to him!"

Zhang Mo didn't care. The Ten Thousand Years Frost Pearl is just a summer plaything in his hand. He didn't know how to use it other than to release some cold air.

If Black Robe needs it, just take it. This sect master is never stingy!

"I would like to thank the sect master for the black robe!"

The old dog quickly bowed and saluted.

At the same time, the old dog muttered in his heart: "Black robe, black robe. Old dog, I promised you the spiritual treasure, and I got it for you. Hehe, you must hold on for me! It's a great contribution from both of us, Maybe it’s up to you to tremble when the time comes.”