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

Do you want to get rich overnight? Do you want to become famous overnight? Do you want to be invincible?

If you miss your mother-in-law, just think, go to bed early, you will have everything in your dreams.

The damn devil tricked me again!

——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Chapter 6711 of "My Diary" by Demon God Zhang

"Old Yang, how did you become a demon cultivator? Is it a family tradition or a dream?"

Zhang Mo, whose face was red from drinking, pulled Yang Shuo and asked him questions. Lao Li next to him watched silently, with only one sentence in his mind: "The master's wine is not good!"

Yang Shuo was asked such an embarrassing question and had to answer it.

After a moment of silence, he choked out three words.

"It's bad luck!"

This is the truth. In fact, there are only a few people in this world who have never wanted to be a demon cultivator. Most of them just make a mistake.

Yang Shuo slowly told his story.

Probably, my parents came from a humble background, and my father was just a handyman at the best of times.

Later, my father was framed by his master for stealing and was beaten to death. His mother took him away from his hometown and went somewhere else to beg.

He was bullied all the way and was robbed by bandits several times. After finally arriving in a larger county, he was killed by local gangsters.

Before his mother died, he sold him to a corpse collector in Yi Zhuang, saying that she would be his apprentice.

Who would have thought that the corpse collector was actually a hidden demon cultivator. He kept Yang Shuo as a slave, beat and scolded him, and also conducted various cruel and inhumane experiments on Yang Shuo.

Later, Mo Xiu underestimated Yang Shuo. Twelve-year-old Yang Shuo secretly learned his skills and then killed him.

It's a pity that when he was killing someone, he was seen by a few students who accidentally passed by to take shelter from the rain. Then they reported him to the police and he was chased all the way. It wasn't until he entered the Heavenly Demon Sect that he was able to survive.

Zhang Mo listened quietly, Yang Shuo told a story that was neither happy nor sad, as if it were a story that happened to someone else.

After a long time, Zhang Mo said: "What happened next? Where were those people?"

"What did the sect master ask?"

Yang Shuo raised his eyes and replied.

Zhang Modao: "The family that killed your father, as well as the bandits and ruffians who killed your mother."

Yang Shuo smiled slightly when he heard this, and then grinned and said: "Some time ago, we just dealt with it together."

Zhang Mo asked in a low voice: "How do you feel?"

Yang Shuo's eyes fluctuated, and he suddenly uttered one word slowly: "Exciting!"

Zhang Mo nodded heavily. Sure enough, the emptiness after revenge, the nonsense about putting down the butcher's knife and letting himself go were all lies.

Thoughtfully, he stood up, Zhang Mo raised his wine glass, and all the noisy demon cultivators suddenly stopped.

Zhang Mo took advantage of the wine and said loudly: "It's almost the New Year's Eve. Let me say a few toasts!"

Hearing this, Shen Zhong and others immediately became energetic, they are coming!

Zhang Mo walked out of the dining table, came to the crowd, and said loudly: "For the first glass of wine, I want to pay homage to the heaven. Damn it, you brought me to this ghost world without my consent, damn the heaven!"

He threw out a glass of wine with his hand, and all the demon cultivators around him laughed loudly.

Zhang Mo casually picked up a new glass and continued: "For the second glass of wine, I want to respect the world. They insult me, slander me, destroy me, and even kill me, but they can't really do anything to me!"

After pouring another cup, the eyes of all the demon cultivators began to shout, "Yes, they can't do anything to me!"

Zhang Mo finally picked up a glass and said loudly: "The third glass of wine, I only respect myself. The tip of the knife licks blood, grudges are gratifying, and fate is changed against the will of heaven. So what if you are a demon cultivator!"

Zhang Mo threw his hand and smashed the wine glass. All the demon cultivators started cheering, and the ghost screams echoed through the sky.

Zhang Mo opened his arms and said loudly: "Eat and drink. After today, there is still tomorrow. Those who hurt me must pay the price. Those who plot against me must die a violent death. Those who despise me must surrender. Hahaha !”

Zhang Mo felt like he was really drunk, smiling boldly and uninhibitedly.

Shen Zhong's face was livid, and Zhang Mo's words seemed to be directed, and every sentence was like a knife, piercing their hearts.

What a coincidence, Zhang Mo's last finger really hit their faces.

"Elder Shen, we can't wait any longer!"

"It's so outrageous, it's just deceiving the public with its monstrous words!"

"Blow him up, blow him up quickly!"

"Elder Shen. Don't hesitate any longer!"

Shen Zhong's eyes darkened and he immediately took out a small bead from his arms.

This bead is almost identical to the Wuji Bead they dedicated to Zhang Mo.

This is a mother-child bead. The big one Zhang Mo got is actually a child-child bead. The real mother-of-pearl is still in Shen Zhong's hands.

As long as this bead is broken, the beads in Zhang Mo's body will also be broken.

Seeing Zhang Mo's drunken and arrogant appearance, Shen Zhong snorted coldly: "Go to hell, Demon Cultivator!"

Suddenly, Shen Zhong exerted all his strength, and vitality poured into his arms.

Slowly go down, pour into the palm of your hand, and then break the beads in your hand little by little.

Click, click!

The trumpet's mother-of-pearl began to crack and emit light little by little.

Shen Zhong used force and crushed the entire mother bead in an instant.

The debris fell like dust, and a faint smile appeared on Shen Zhong's face.

But at this time, there was a sudden sound of surprise behind him.

"Elder Shen, something is shining around you!"

"what is that?"

"Why do I feel a power that makes my heart palpitate!"

Shen Zhong suddenly turned his head and saw a wooden box, with light shining inside.

The shape of this light looks a bit familiar.

Round, as big as a fist.

Damn, that can't be...

boom!

There was a violent explosion, and several tables where the family elders and heads were sitting were completely destroyed.

Especially the one where Shen Zhong and others were located was shattered in an instant, and the terrible impact caused Shen Zhong and others to explode with blood and flesh flying everywhere on the spot.

Other family elders who were a little closer also fell to the ground. The terrible explosion brought up strong winds and almost blew Zhang Modu away.

Fortunately, the other demon cultivators reacted quickly. The moment the explosion occurred, a group of demon cultivators stood in front of Zhang Mo.

Blood was spilled and corpses were flying everywhere.

A deep pit appeared directly where Shen Zhong and others were.

There are countless broken cracks in the pit, and even next to the pit, a tornado-like airflow is formed, rolling up the gravel and flying.

"Protect the sect master!"

Yang Shuo, Lao Li and others suddenly woke up and hurriedly came to Zhang Mo.

But after waiting for a long time, no one came to kill Zhang Mo. All the demon cultivators present began to be on guard.

But they didn't even notice half of the enemy.

"Yang Shuo, go take a look!"

Zhang Morang said loudly. He was sober now. The strong wind just now made his face hurt, and he couldn't do it unless he woke up.

Yang Shuo hurriedly stepped forward and pulled over a few people who were not dead. After careful inspection, he found that all the dead were heads and elders of major families.

Those who were killed were killed, and the power of the explosion was concentrated at one point. It was really scary.

Yang Shuo kicked a house owner awake with blood on his face and asked loudly: "What's going on?"

The head of the family said intermittently: "We were wrong, Sect Master, we were wrong. Forgive us!"

As he said that, the head of the family actually forced himself to crawl towards Zhang Mo.