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

Who says I can't play a musical instrument?

I did a good job of retreating.

——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Chapter 6990 of "My Diary" by Demon God Zhang

Heavenly Demon Sect.

"The ship is coming!"

"The ship is really coming!"

"Old Dog wants us to set off immediately. His manpower alone is definitely not enough."

"Okay, I'll go find the sect master now!"

After receiving the news, Yang Shuo and Lao Li immediately made a decision.

Time waits for no one. From their point of view, what they are fighting now is the time difference. If the righteous coalition forces are allowed to react, everything will be in vain.

When they came to the back garden, the guarding demon soldiers naturally did not dare to stop Yang Shuo, and they all bowed and got out of the way.

Yang Shuo strode in and saw Zhang Mo who was busy.

Wait, what is the sect leader doing?

Such a big one...

"What's the matter? Get out of here!"

Zhang Mo was busy and had no time to pay attention to Yang Shuo.

Yang Shuo quickly took out the letter and said: "Sect Master, the big fish has arrived!"

"What big fish? You can arrange it yourself!"

Zhang Mo waved his hands repeatedly and didn't seem to listen at all.

Yang Shuo quickly retreated. Of course he wouldn't think that Zhang Mo really didn't hear.

Just kidding, how smart is the sect leader? How can he not know the importance of "big fish" at this time?

It's just that the lord of the sect has never taken the righteous reinforcements seriously. This is the domineering power coming from the strong. You can't accept it!

But the lord of the clan can do this, but he cannot.

He suffered a loss two days ago, and now Yang Shuo demands that everything be done in every detail and that the command be in place.

Walking quickly back to the back hall, Lao Li was already waiting anxiously.

"What did the sect master say?"

Yang Shuo nodded and said: "Everything is going according to plan. Remember Lao Li, you must not let anyone know that the sect leader has left the Little Holy Mountain. Once the righteous coalition forces know about it, they will definitely guess what we are going to do. You will die." Keep your mouth shut."

"Don't worry, I won't say another word about fatal matters, otherwise I would have died!"

Lao Li promised again and again.

Yang Shuo nodded and said: "After we leave, everything in the sect will continue as usual. We will continue to strengthen our defense!"

Old Li smiled and said: "Don't worry, the sect is very safe. The big battle on your side is what matters. By the way, when you come back, you must give me a detailed description of how the sect leader slaughtered the righteous reinforcements. In the end, he swallowed the world in one breath, The mountains and rivers are still shattered in one hand, and when you shout for the sword, your vitality turns into a horse, so terrifying!"

Yang Shuo chuckled and said, "Let's see if I can come back alive. Now that I'm gone, where's the arranged carriage?"

Lao Li said: "We'll be there soon. Do you really want to wait until night before leaving?"

Yang Shuo said: "These night owls in the sect are more energetic at night than during the day. They howl like ghosts at night, just like cats in love. It's better to go out during the day, so as not to make them suspicious. If others ask, just say I went to lead a patrol."

"I know, how can I not know this? Don't worry, everything is fine. Including the sect master's carriage, I have arranged for the light to be sealed, ensuring that the soul-chasing seal will be useless."

"Well, well done."

"Lao Yang, why don't you think the sect master can lift the soul-chasing seal? It's not very difficult. With the sect master's level, he could have solved it long ago."

"Haha, why do you want to cancel it? Maybe the sect leader likes to have more light on his body. One day, he will be covered with soul-seeking marks. When he walks out, he will look like a rainbow man. He is so majestic that he will scare those righteous hypocrites to death."

"It makes sense!"

"Right, the sect leader still knows how to play!"

…

Make some small talk and then get down to business.

Form a team and call people. The demon cultivator who is going to the ancient port city this time has already made arrangements. Except for Yang Shuo, no one else knew where they were going on this trip.

They even thought that Yang Shuo was just taking them to inspect various cities. After all, for such a crucial event, not many people in the entire Tianmo Sect knew the detailed plan.

Apart from the three elders, Zhang Mo is the only sect leader.

After a while, the carriage came to the back garden, and Lao Li found a reason to call away the other demon soldiers in advance, saying that the sect was going into retreat and no one else was allowed to come near them.

This reason is very formal and very common. Zhang Mo actually didn't see anyone in the sect most of the time. Whether he was in seclusion or not made no difference to most demon cultivators. It is absolutely not a problem to deceive him for a few days, and Lao Li is even sure that he can hide it for more than a month.

After waiting for a while, Zhang Mo walked out with a tired look on his face, and then he saw Yang Shuo, who had been waiting for him for a long time.

"Are you waiting for me? What's wrong?"

Zhang Mo asked.

Yang Shuo opened the door of the carriage and said, "Sect Master, please."

Zhang Mo didn't think much about it. How could Yang Shuo, a person who signed the soul-sealing contract, be able to harm him?

Straight into the carriage, Zhang Mo asked softly: "Were you looking for me just now?"

Yang Shuo hummed and then immediately closed the car door.

"Walk!"

The demon cultivator who was driving the car commanded the black horse to make a beautiful drift, and then the wheels rolled away, carrying smoke and dust.

Yang Shuo himself also mounted a light-armored black horse and quickly followed.

The carriage quickly descended from the Little Holy Mountain, and Zhang Mo was still a little overwhelmed sitting in the car.

"What's going on? Where are you going? Didn't you say there is a big fish? Do you still want to eat outside?"

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Mo opened the car window and saw a group of demon cultivators following him, and there were more and more people.

This fight does not look like they are going to eat fish, but rather like they are going to steal the fisherman's wife.

Suddenly, Zhang Mo finally came back to his senses.

Wait, Big Fish is not referring to the arrival of the righteous reinforcements!

Damn it, I don’t want to go!

Who wants to follow you to intercept and kill the reinforcements of the Right Way!

Am I still unclear about my own strength?

Once you leave, you will never return, you will be buried in the green hills, and you will be damned!

It's over, it's over.

You will be punished for pretending!

Yang Shuo, you hurt me!

Zhang Mo originally thought very well. When the time comes, he can find an excuse, such as saying that he has practiced too much and cannot fight, etc., and just put it off.

Of course, as the sect leader, he would not fail to help.

Wouldn't this help you seize the time to refine a batch of wishing pots for you?

Use it to pour some shit, put some thunderbolts, etc., and you can go to the battlefield.

Even if it doesn't kill people, it can still disgust them. After all, it was the sect leader who "joined the war".

As for whether he wins or not, just kidding, does it have anything to do with him?

Will he have a better chance of winning if he goes?

It's fine now. He didn't bring the pot with him. He didn't have anything to defend himself, so he had to rush to the battlefield.

Moreover, it seems that these demon cultivators are pointing at him to fight against the opponent's masters.

Zhang Mo hugged his head in the carriage. He seemed to have seen the ending of being beaten into an idiot with one punch and completely burped with two punches.

Wait a minute, maybe he can burp with one punch instead of two punches.

What should we do now?

What now?

If you want to put a duck on the shelf, it has to be a duck!

What's the point of catching a bedbug?

Of course, my dignified sect leader cannot be a bedbug. Only now, it's possible to die like a bed bug that was stepped on.

Gotta find a way.

We have to think of a solution quickly.

Escape? surrender? Or should he just take the chance and gamble that the other party will covet his handsome face and body without eight-pack abs?

Uh, it seems that none of them work well!