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

He has been the leader of the Demon Sect for so many years.

They call me, Demon Cultivator, Demon King, Big Devil, Demon Lord, Great Disaster, Natural Disaster, and even Big Bastard.

I don't have any opinion.

But I can't tolerate it. Someone called me "Magic Pig" today.

What kind of pig is the magic pig?

(Added later, it turns out they called the Demon Lord. Hey, a few unlucky guys were almost executed. Unclear speech can kill people!)

——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Chapter 6723 of "My Diary" by Demon God Zhang

"Okay, let me see!"

Lao Li strode inside and saw at a glance that Chu Ran she had brought had many more pill patterns on his body.

This is a situation caused by the medicinal power of the elixir that has not been fully digested. From the looks of it, it will be almost done in about an hour.

Chu Ran was already in a coma, and she had no idea what she would experience next.

Yang Shuo asked outside: "Wuxiao Dan, what medicine did you get for her."

The elixir demon said quickly: "I specially prepared it for her, which is suitable for the extremely yin body. The scattered flowers and soul-seizing demonic emotions enter the heart. The world's best yang-tonifying demon elixir."

Yang Shuo opened his mouth, but he didn't remember it anyway. He finally said a few words: "Buy Yang Pill, right? Remember it."

Dan Mo was choked, why couldn't anyone appreciate the beauty of his name?

After a pause, the elixir continued: "The elixir will reach its peak before midnight tonight. However, her vitality will also increase at the same time. If you enjoy it, remember to hold on for a longer time. Hehehehe , the longer you persist, the more you can absorb.”

Yang Shuo nodded and said: "Very good. But it's not for me to enjoy, it's for the sect leader. Let me ask again, after using it."

The pill demon asked doubtfully: "After using it? The medicine has been used up, why do you still ask for the dregs of the medicine?"

"I'm asking, will you die?"

Yang Shuo asked again.

The Alchemy Demon thought for a while and said: "Not necessarily. An ordinary woman would definitely be dead. But she has an extremely yin body, so she might be able to hold on. Even if her vitality is gone, there is more than a 70% chance that she will survive. But the medicine is a bit strong, so I don’t know when I’ll wake up.”

Yang Shuo curled his lips and said: "What a pity. I heard that after the death of the extremely yin body, the ghoul will be stronger than the ordinary ghoul. I also want to get a ghoul to defend myself."

The pill demon said: "That's right. Then I suggest you wait until she is most resentful and kill her. When her three souls and seven souls have not completely dissipated, use a dead soul pill to turn her into half human and half ghost, and then assist her. Use the soul control method. In this way, you can get a powerful female corpse puppet and retain certain battle memories and habits during life."

Yang Shuo smiled and said: "Okay, okay. It's just the Death Soul Pill, I don't have it."

The Alchemy Demon chuckled and said, "If the Great Elder wants it, I will naturally try my best to train you well."

Yang Shuo nodded and said: "You are on the right path. I will give you the credit."

"Thank you, Great Elder. Hey, there is one more thing. Can the Great Elder please respond?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Shuo immediately replied: "Stop trying to scratch people's butts. If you are an addict, go raise pigs and catch as many as you want."

Alchemy's face suddenly collapsed and he let out a long sigh.

"Rubbing your butt is such a beautiful thing!"

Yang Shuo glared and said: "It's a good thing, but you will die if you try it."

Yang Shuo turned around and said loudly: "Okay, Lao Li!"

Lao Li picked up Chu Ran and said, "Okay, let's go back. Find a female demon cultivator to give her a good cleaning. She has to serve the sect master at night."

"Oh, I thought you would do it by yourself!"

"I do think so. Unfortunately, I'm afraid that the sect master will have mysophobia. When the time comes and I find out, I'll be doomed."

"You're smart."

…

The other side.

Lao Gou and others chased the wishing pot and rushed into the bamboo forest.

Even though the wishing pot is small in size, it gave Lao Gou and the others a good demonstration of what it means to move flexibly and dodge gracefully.

The speed of walking through the forest did not slow down, no matter how blocked by the mud, trees, and other things, the wishing pot still kept running.

The demon cultivator next to the old dog exclaimed in admiration: "Master Gou, this thing works better than your nose!"

The old dog said loudly: "You dare to call me a dog nose? I am not a dog, I am a human! If I can't catch Xiao Long today, I will beat you all into pig heads when I get back."

Continuing to accelerate, everyone rushed into the depths of the forest following the wishing pot.

At this time, Xiao Long was huddled in a tree hole, trying to keep his breathing down as much as possible.

His hands and feet were injured. There were even more blood marks on his face.

terrible!

The current Tianmo Sect is indeed no longer what it used to be.

There are too many powerful demonic cultivators, and what's even more exaggerated is that these demonic cultivators can cooperate.

It's poison, it's a corpse, it's a shadow demon. Even though Xiao Long is now well-cultivated, he was almost completely left behind.

The only thing Xiao Long was lucky about was that the leader of the Demon Sect didn't take action that day.

Otherwise, if there is another sect leader who can fly, he will definitely give an account today.

Wei Jiang and others are completely unable to be saved. Xiao Long hated himself for making another wrong judgment. With so much passion, not only did he fail to save anyone, but he also put himself in a desperate situation.

Xiao Long clearly knew his position in the Zhengyi Sect. After all, Elder Xiao's training of him was not fake.

If he is caught, Zhengyizong will really be completely passive.

If the Heavenly Demon Sect is more ruthless, then he will threaten the Zhengyi Sect. The consequences are simply unimaginable.

Apart from anything else, the status of the Zhengyi Sect within the Zhengdao Alliance Army is completely over.

Even if the righteous alliance really wins a complete victory in the future, they will probably become a small sect.

Grit your teeth and never make another mistake. He must escape from here alive.

It cannot be said that this trip was completely fruitless, at least he saw the "real" situation.

His junior sister, Chu Ran, has completely rebelled.

He must tell Elder Cui about this matter.

After hiding for a while, I felt that I had regained some strength. Xiao Long began to stretch his head to look around.

No footsteps were heard, and no figure was seen.

Very good, they should have been traced elsewhere.

Xiao Long slowly left the tree hole. Suddenly, he saw a small black shadow rushing in front of him.

It didn't look like a demon cultivator. When he took a closer look, he saw that it was an ugly little pot.

Who made the pot? It's so ugly.

Xiao Long was wondering when Xiao Hu suddenly made a sound.

"Breathing tracking successful, make a wish, make a wish, make a wish!"

Xiao Long was stunned, making a wish?

Did he encounter some legendary situation?

Opening his mouth, Xiao Long was about to make a wish.

Xiaohu himself continued: "I want your heart, I want your heart."

He felt something was wrong upon hearing this, so Xiao Long kicked him away.

"What bullshit!"

As he turned to leave, Xiaohu rushed forward again, punching and kicking his feet.

"Be beaten, beaten, beaten!"

Xiao Long immediately became angry and crushed the pot with his foot before he completely stopped.

"strangeness!"

Xiao Long turned and left. Just after taking two steps, a series of footsteps sounded not far away.

Followed by the shouting!

"Found it, right here!"

Xiao Long was shocked when he heard the sound.

Damn it, it couldn't be that he got retribution for being beaten.