Chapter 191: Uncertainty
I couldn't sleep at night, so I punched the air a few times.
For no reason, just to deal with this world that deserves a beating!
——Taken from the Supreme Saint Demon of Heaven and Earth, Zhang Moshen's "My Diary" No. 1,036
In a moment, the three people were completely turned into meat paste.
Zhang Mo picked up their relics, a unique compass, and looked at it carefully.
Broken compass, isn't it broken? The needle doesn't move. How did they find this place with a broken compass?
Throwing it away, Zhang Mo opened the map again to take a look.
The first step to counterattack the Moon Demon is to find helpers.
Although he has such a group of stone monsters as his subordinates, Zhang Mo still feels a little panicked.
According to Zhang Mo's own thinking, to defeat the Moon Demon, at least he must first rescue his subordinates Yang Shuo and others.
Then rescue Chen Xiaoxiao, Miao Li and others. Relying on everyone's strength, another round of siege may kill the Moon Demon.
Zhang Mo is sure that although the Moon Demon is very strong, it will definitely not be the opponent of everyone's combined strength.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have to defeat them one by one. If he really had the power to crush everyone, why would he use poison, sneak attacks, or tricks!
Gritting his teeth, he couldn't think of a better idea for the time being.
He could only take one step at a time.
As the saying goes, before the universe is formed, you and I are all black butts!
Wait, this sentence is not wrong, right? With the cultural level of this sect master, it should not be wrong.
"Little ones, transform!"
Zhang Mo shouted again.
Suddenly, a group of rock monsters ran to his feet and formed the shape of a chair.
The chair also grew countless legs and ran all the way out with Zhang Mo.
Rock monsters are much more useful than broken pots!
It's good to have a little brother who can understand human words and understand people's intentions through crystal souls.
Zhang Mo decided that after taking down the Moon Demon, he would cultivate more of these rock monsters. Isn't it just that they love to eat ore?
After returning, I will reward you with a few mineral veins and develop them well for this sect master.
"Speed up!"
The rock monster carried Zhang Mo in the direction he wanted.
It's bullshit to attack head-on, even though there are a lot of rock monsters. But in fact, if you really meet a master, it's just the difference between a dish and a big pot.
Detour from the side, sneak attack in the dark, just agree with this sect master's combat strategy.
Uh, just drill this hole, if I remember correctly, this hole leads directly to the back mountain.
Zhang Mo pointed on the map, that location is exactly where the Wind Moving Spring is.
Zhang Mo remembered clearly that there was a hole behind the hot spring, and falling down is the Black Wind Valley.
In other words, as long as you find that hole, you can directly reach the hot spring in the back mountain.
And the hot spring is very close to the Colosseum where Yang Shuo and others are imprisoned.
Although it looks a bit like drilling into someone's toilet, it doesn't matter.
Do big things, don't be bound by the lady!
Wait, this word is not used wrongly.
Forget it, this sect master says it is right, it is right, it is not bound by the lady!
...
An hour later.
Wind Moving Spring, inside the cave.
Two demon cultivators were standing guard. There were no treasures and no people in this place.
Except for Lord Moon Demon who would occasionally come to soak in the old skin, almost no one would come.
The so-called standing guard meant that the two of them were chatting here.
Halfway through the chat, a demon cultivator covered his stomach and said, "Oh, I ate too much chicken today. The chicken was so tender and smooth that it almost slipped out of my butt. Xiaowu, you watch it, I'm going to squat in a pit."
The demon cultivator Xiaowu nodded and said, "Okay, you go quickly. It's the big pit behind, you watch it, don't fall in, the wind will blow your butt cold!"
"Don't worry!"
Holding his stomach, the demon cultivator went straight to the big pit behind the hot spring.
Just as he unbuttoned his pants and squatted, he suddenly heard a rustling sound.
"What's going on? I haven't even taken a shit yet, and the dung beetles are ready to eat?"
The demon cultivator slowly turned his head, and then saw a group of small green-eyed stone monsters that he had never seen before formed a "ladder to heaven" in the big pit below, and then a person climbed up from behind his butt.
Uh...
The squatting demon cultivator's buttocks suddenly tightened.
The man walked in front of him, and seemed to be angry.
"Fuck, you dare to shit on this sect master's head, are you tired of living!"
The demon cultivator widened his eyes and waved his hands repeatedly.
I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!
I just unbuttoned my pants!
But it was obvious that the other party didn't intend to give him a chance to explain. He kicked him in the face and kicked him directly into the pit.
"Ah! I just took a shit!"
Bang!
The demon cultivator fell into the Black Wind Valley, and then heard the shouting from above: "Little guys, drill him to death!"
After a cruel sound, Zhang Mo on top tidied his clothes.
There shouldn't be anything disgusting on him.
Yang Shuo, old dog, this sect master has lost all his face to save you.
If you two die, it will be a shame for this sect master's sacrifice!
Holding the crystal soul in his hand, Zhang Mo commanded all the stone monsters to climb up.
To be honest, these stone monsters are really good. They just lack a smart brain to command them.
And as it happens, this sect master has a smart brain.
Seeing that the younger brothers are almost all together, Zhang Mo gave another order.
"Target, Colosseum, charge!"
A group of rock monsters rushed out like a tide. Xiao Wu, the demon cultivator who was guarding the door, heard the movement inside and couldn't help but look puzzled.
"What's wrong? It's so noisy to poop. Did you pull out a whole chicken to dance with you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of stone monsters appeared in his sight.
Then there was a miserable howl, and Moxiu Xiaowu was instantly drowned.
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Colosseum, underground prison.
There were no iron bars in the large prison, only countless demon cultivators lying on the earth and stone ground.
This place was originally built to imprison demonized beasts, so it was very spacious and large. It would not be a problem for hundreds or even thousands of people to lie down in any cell.
All the demon cultivators were almost lying on the ground, unable to lift even a finger.
There is a unique smell in the air, which comes from the medicinal powder developed by the Moon Demon.
It can be regarded as the residue of mortal poison, and is called cartilage fragrance.
I can’t use my vitality, my body has no strength, and it’s hard to speak.
There are floating corpses patrolling the door. Whoever dares to make any move will be tortured in his soul.
The demon cultivators were imprisoned here and were in complete despair.
Yang Shuo, who had a bloodless face and lost his right arm, was also among the crowd.
His expression remained normal and he didn't seem to be affected at all.
"Hey, Elder Yang, when do you think we will die?"
Not far away, the blood bear sect military advisor asked with a smile on his face.
Yang Shuo slowly turned his head to look at him and said, "Why are you talking about death? Maybe you can still live."
After he finished speaking, the demon cultivators around him laughed out loud.
Even Lao Gou said from the side: "Old Yang, he must be dead this time. Stop struggling. You are not waiting for the sect leader to come back to save us. Haha, don't think about it. Only subordinates have always saved the sect leader, not The sect leader saves his subordinates. This is the fate of the demon cultivator!"
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