Chapter 200 No Appointment!

A great sect.

There must be tigers that can guard the mountains, eagles with foresight, and wolves that are fierce.

Not like this sect.

All of them are fish that paddle in the water, horses that harm the herd, and rats that are timid.

And what this sect master cannot tolerate the most.

A stick that stirs up shit!

—— From the 1627th chapter of "My Diary" by Zhang Moshen, the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth

What a crisp sound.

It makes many demon cultivators think of their childhood involuntarily.

Parents or teachers treat them to their favorite food... a slap in the face!

Everyone who heard it was refreshed and felt the same.

This was not over yet. Zhang Mo moved his butt to make his posture more comfortable.

Then, a series of slaps were slapped on Xiong Wudi's face.

None of the demon cultivators of the Blood Bear Sect behind him dared to speak.

Uh...

Reasonably speaking, they should speak out to stop it. But on second thought, the leader had already drunk enough golden soup, so two slaps in the face didn't seem to matter.

As long as the leader could wake up, they could all pretend not to see it.

Wait, what was Leader Zhang doing, why did he take off his shoes!

Damn it!

A big slap on the sole of the shoe, too cruel!

Zhang Mo couldn't get enough of beating him with his hands, the beard on Xiong Wudi's face was too prickly, so he just used his shoes to beat him.

Snap, Snap, Snap, a few more times.

Xiong Wudi's expression remained unchanged, as usual.

This face was really comparable to a city wall.

Zhang Mo was completely speechless, he had hit him hard enough, but the other party didn't even blush.

Could it be that the beard also provided defense?

Angry Zhang Mo began to take things out of his Xumi Ring, should he try to hit him with the Tianfang Five-Colored Stone?

Oh, it doesn't seem good to smash him to death!

After thinking about it, Zhang Mo decided to change people.

"Drag him away, drag Miaoli to me!"

The Purple Shirt Sect's demon cultivators stared at each other, looking at each other, but they dared not resist.

Sect Master, if you know what's good for you, wake up quickly.

The big demon Zhang is obviously addicted to slapping people in the face!

He changed someone, and this one looked much more shameless.

Slut, let's go!

A dozen big slaps in a row, and the Purple Shirt Sect's demon cultivators turned their heads.

Can't bear to watch! Sect Master is so miserable!

Unfortunately, after the fight, Miaoli still didn't wake up.

Zhang Mo was about to explode. Why did these people pretend to be dead at the critical moment?

They all came out to eat, why should this Sect Master do the work in the end? It's so unfair!

"Change people again!"

Zhang Mo rolled up his sleeves and squeezed the horse's belly. The stone monster pressed against his body.

He didn't believe it today, he really couldn't wake anyone up. Even if one of them wakes up, there might still be a chance to win this round.

Otherwise, what should we do? Let this sect master's body bear the ultimate move of the Moon Demon's Tyrant Yuan Devouring Heaven?

With that earth-shattering movement, no matter how many of this sect master go there, they will die!

Chen Xiaoxiao, Lu Jiuming, sent in one after another.

Zhang Mo beat them all, the soles of his shoes were beaten to pieces, and he didn't wake up any one.

The other demon cultivators were completely speechless. They even suspected that Zhang Zongzhu was venting his anger instead of waking people up.

The method was too clumsy. It was better for them to drink golden soup.

But just when they thought it was over, Zhang Mo shouted again.

"Meatball, come here!"

Meatball rode his horse and ran over happily.

Zhang Mo threw Lu Jiuming to Rouqiu first, pointed at Lu Jiuming and said, "Wake him up. No matter what method you use, wake him up for me."

"Got it, Zongzhu!"

Rouqiu raised his arm, and his muscles bulged in an instant.

After a slap, Lu Jiuming's whole body made a cracking sound, and his head almost turned several times, and the black horse under him almost fell down!

For a moment, the other demon cultivators dared not to force it anymore.

They realized that Zhang Dazongzhuan might have been testing him just now, and now he was serious.

Such a method is not clumsy at all, it's fatal!

I hope that Lu Jiuming really has nine lives as his name suggests, otherwise, it looks like one life is definitely not enough.

At the same time, behind them.

The violent airflow and the terrible power of Tyrant Yuan have already caused a huge deep pit to appear on the ground.

The spiritual energy sucked away caused a circle of shields that shouldn't exist between heaven and earth. There was probably a vacuum of nothingness where even the wind didn't exist.

Slowly, the shield disappeared, and everything seemed to return to normal.

The next moment, a figure appeared out of thin air between heaven and earth. It was the Moon Demon who had just absorbed all the spiritual energy.

Tyrant Yuan's power, draining heaven and earth!

This move is not an ordinary move. There has never been a strong man in the Tyrant Yuan realm who would use this move right away.

Because this move is also called a "death move" in the Tyrant Yuan realm, and it will never be used unless it is a life-and-death fight and a desperate situation.

First, although this move is powerful, it is too slow to launch. Even a pig would run away if it reacted.

Secondly, this move is used to fill its own emptiness. Unless it is a fight to the end, who would use this move that forcibly drains the spiritual energy to replenish itself.

The Moon Demon had no choice. His seriously injured body was almost squeezed to death by the great demon Zhang.

If it weren't for his life jade that helped him retain his soul, he would have been drained dry along with his body.

The black life jade in his hand had shattered, and from then on he had nothing to save his life.

He also forcibly drained the surrounding spiritual energy and destroyed his own cave. The Moon Demon had no way out.

Even if he killed the Great Demon Zhang today, he could not make up for his loss.

It can be said that after today, he will lose at least four levels, and it is very likely that he will not be able to keep the Tyrant Yuan Realm.

For the Moon Demon who is determined to be strong, this is no less than skinning him alive. Great Demon Zhang, you are really bullying me too much!

If I let you die well today, I will lose!

Open your arms and stabilize yourself.

The Moon Demon slowly turned his head and looked in the direction where the Great Demon Zhang fled.

A thin line of sky, right?

You still want to run?

The Moon Demon gritted his teeth, and the resentment in his heart had reached the extreme.

He had never suffered such a big loss. It can be said that this banquet not only lost money, but also really broke him.

Now, there is only one idea to make the Great Demon Zhang pay the price.

What ceremony, what realm upgrade, what plan, all of them are bullshit.

"Big devil Zhang, I want you to be in purgatory and suffer forever!"

The Moon Demon howled loudly, shaking the world, black clouds gathered, and thunder suddenly rose.

"Who called me?"

Zhang Mo also heard it, and turned his head with the other demon cultivators.

Looking at the black clouds pressing down on the city, watching the lightning snake coming violently.

Zhang Mo immediately shrank his neck, damn, it was the Moon Demon calling me.

No appointment, old pervert, we don't make an appointment!

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Zhang Mo accelerated again, wanting to leave this ghost place quickly.

At this time, the Moon Demon directly turned into a black shadow, stepped on the void, with shadow wings on his body, and chased after him at lightning speed.

"Big devil Zhang, die for me!"

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