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

This year.

Love flows to those who do not lack love.

Money flows to those who are not short of money.

Suffering is reserved for those who can endure it.

Therefore, as long as everyone is not afraid of hardship.

There may be endless suffering!

——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Chapter 3163 of "My Diary" by Demon God Zhang

In the evening, as Sect Master Zhang was shouting loudly, there was a knock on the door outside.

Of course, the old bald man who was sleeping on the floor was the first to react and rolled directly under the bed.

Sect Master Zhang also rubbed his eyes and got up.

Is there anything else going on this damn night?

The village is ruined, and this sect leader really can’t stay there for another day.

Opening the door, a young man immediately stepped in.

Before Zhang Mo asked him what was wrong, he said quickly: "Master Divine Envoy, please leave quickly. The village chief and others are going to report you. They say you are a demon cultivator!"

Zhang Mo yawned, but his mind didn't turn around for a while.

Demon cultivator?

He is right!

"Then what?"

Zhang Mo asked again.

The young man thought he had not explained clearly, so he glared and said, "Demon cultivator! The county will send warriors to kill you, roast you on the fire, slice it into pieces, and torture you!"

Zhang Mo suddenly felt cold when he heard the palace punishment. Finally reacted.

The young man nodded repeatedly and said, "Let's go quickly."

Zhang Mo touched his chin and said, "That's a bit much. Okay, I understand. Where is your village chief now?"

The young man said: "I don't know, he may be living in someone else's house now."

Zhang Mo nodded and said: "I understand, you should go back early and don't let anyone see you. It will be difficult to mix in the village in the future. Young man, if you do things like this, the road will be wider in the future. What is your name?"

The young man said: "My surname is Xu. Just call me Xiao Xu."

"I remember you!"

Waving his hand, Zhang Mo asked Xiao Xu to go back quickly.

Standing at the door of the room, Zhang Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.

Under the bed, the old bald man crawled out again and said: "Sect Master, let me tell you. These thugs cannot be trusted. They don't care what you have done. They just throw it away after using it, and they want to kill you." .”

Zhang Mo said slowly: "Are your monsters ready for use?"

Old Bald said: "Hurry up and work now, we will be able to use it at dawn."

Zhang Mo said: "Okay, you go and get it now."

Lao Tu asked in surprise: "Sect Master, aren't we going to run away?"

Zhang Mo said: "Run? What are you running for? Can you run today, can you run tomorrow? Or do you plan to run for the rest of your life? If you don't run, this sect leader will wait for them here."

There was a hint of murderous intent in Zhang Mo's eyes.

At this moment, Lao Tu suddenly felt that Zhang Mo's whole aura had completely changed.

That kind of pressing evil spirit and the aura of a superior person completely resembled a big devil.

At least none of the demon cultivators that Old Bald had seen in his life were as imposing as Zhang Mo.

Maybe, he really gave his soul to a big devil!

Lao Bald, who originally had some thoughts, immediately calmed down.

He bowed as expected and climbed out of the window.

…

It was dawn the next day.

The small courtyard of the village chief's house was kicked open.

A group of people rushed in shouting.

The leader was the old village chief, followed by a group of soldiers.

It can be seen that these people still have some cultivation level, and their bodies are all shining with vitality.

After they rushed into the small courtyard, the first thing they saw was.

It was Zhang Mo who hadn't slept for half the night, so he moved a chair and sat in the courtyard waiting for them.

"It's coming!"

Zhang Mo said calmly.

The old village chief pointed at Zhang Mo and said loudly: "Master Wu, this is the demon cultivator."

A strong man walked out from beside the old village chief.

Wearing a green military robe, his body is full of muscles, and the word Tianxuan is huge on the chest.

It seems that this person is a serious disciple of Tianxuan Sect.

Master Wu glanced at Zhang Mo, but did not see any demonic aura. He directly said loudly: "Cultivator, have you joined the Tianxuan Sect?"

Zhang Mo shook his head.

Lord Wu asked again: "Are you willing to join the Tianxuan Sect? We are short of a few coolies now. If you are willing to do it, you can be saved from death."

Zhang Mo shook his head again and said: "Not interested."

Master Wu nodded lightly, took out a piece of cloth, and said loudly: "Idle monks who refuse to join the sect are all demons. Killing them can bring peace to the people, defend the law, and be called justice."

As he said this, a group of soldiers immediately surrounded him.

Zhang Mo looked at him and said, "Is there any writing on the cloth in your hand? You are just reading it. What do you mean? If you refuse to join your Tianxuan Sect, you will die!"

Mr. Wu was too lazy to pay attention to Zhang Mo. He turned to look at the old village chief and said, "You have done a good job by reporting the incident. This year's food tax will be waived for you."

The old village chief said happily: "Thank you so much, Mr. Wu, what about this silver reward?"

Mr. Wu glared and said: "What kind of silver reward? I have brought so many brothers here. The labor fees, carriage fees, food, clothing, housing and transportation, and the money, etc., don't need subsidies? You are exempted. Grain tax is good. If you dare to ask more questions, slap your mouth!"

The old village chief's expression suddenly fell, but he did not dare to say anything more and stood aside honestly.

Mr. Wu waved his hand and said: "Take it, I advise you not to resist. I am happy today and can give you a good time to lighten the fire."

After saying that, several soldiers came forward and wanted to catch Zhang Mo.

Zhang Mo didn't even look at it and directly activated his ultimate move.

Unmoving as a mountain!

The body sat motionless, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't move Zhang Mo at all.

"Try hard, try hard, you haven't eaten yet!"

Zhang Mo said contemptuously.

"Sir, this kid is a bit weak and can't pull him up!"

The soldiers used all their strength to suck the breast, but they still couldn't pull it.

Mr. Wu strode forward and said, "Let me take care of the useless things."

Grabbing Zhang Mo's arm, Master Wu's vitality exploded, and veins popped out in his muscles.

Zhang Mo looked at him calmly and said, "My dead muscles won't work."

Mr. Wu tried a few more times, but he still couldn't pull it.

He couldn't help but have a look of astonishment on his face.

"Boy, what is your cultivation level?"

Perhaps out of fear, Mr. Wu took a few steps back.

Zhang Mo said: "You can't understand the cultivation level."

Just after saying this, Zhang Mo suddenly saw Lord Wu twitching his waist and taking out a big knife.

Oh My God.

This sect master hasn't finished pretending yet, what kind of knife are you using!

You can't afford it, right? I can still say a few more pretentious words.

Forget it, let’s not talk about it.

Zhang Mo saw Master Wu about to take action and shouted: "Old Baldy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dog barked.

The next moment, a figure descended from the sky and swooped down.

With a cry, the black shadow picked up Master Wu and flew straight into the sky.

Looking closely, I saw a strange dog-headed eagle.

While everyone was in astonishment, another two-headed cow jumped into the yard and breathed out frost.

In an instant, all the soldiers were frozen!