Chapter 276: Dangerous Situation!

Love is always there, no long johns can’t do it

Silently shed tears, no long johns really hurt.

——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Zhang Moshen’s “My Diary” Chapter 4105

Time passed quickly, like a fart that couldn’t be held back.

The battle between Soul Sect and Yuan Sect has not ended yet, and Grand Master Zhang is not idle either.

Every day, Grand Master Zhang is paying attention to the battle reports of Soul Sect and Yuan Sect.

Not only the Righteous Path Report, but also the Holy Path Report. Grand Master Zhang also sent a group of people to find a way to go to Death Battle Ridge to collect intelligence.

And as much as possible according to his requirements, things like gems were placed somewhere in Death Battle Ridge, so that Grand Master Zhang could see the battle situation with his own eyes one day.

From the situation collected now, the scene is evenly matched.

But it’s hard to say who can hold on longer. What makes Grand Master Zhang even more uneasy is.

According to the intelligence, Yuan Sect is completely crazy.

They have been attacking Soul Sect with heavy casualties. Especially the army of the imperial court, it's like dying for nothing.

Zhang Mo felt that if the imperial court could speak out, it would definitely say "Fuck you!" to Yuanmen.

If the fight continues like this, it's unknown when Soul Sect and Yuanmen will collapse, and the imperial court's army will definitely collapse.

Now they have begun to mobilize the troops stationed on the border, and even the private armies of various counties have issued imperial edicts.

Tsk tsk tsk, it feels like an old man who is about to die, calling his son home to divide the family property.

After reading this information, Zhang Dazongzhu suddenly felt an infinite sense of urgency.

According to his own hope, the longer the two sides fight, the better, preferably a stalemate of 20 to 30 years.

He Zhang Mo absolutely raised his hands to support!

Unfortunately, things did not go as he wished.

If the fight continues like this, it will be difficult not to decide the winner.

Zhang Mo felt a little headache, wouldn't this make him worry? It made this zongzhu lose his appetite.

Oh, forget it, I'll think about it after eating this elbow.

There is a saying, tear it into three pieces before you go!

(It means that you have to tear the pork elbow into at least three pieces before you can eat it!)

After lunch, Zhang Mo didn't have time to take a nap.

The world is so turbulent and the people are uneasy.

How can he, the great Zhang Zongzhu, not take any action?

There must be some!

So Zhang Zongzhu decided to go out for a walk to digest the food.

Walking all the way to the backyard, Zhang Mo looked at the new pot in front of him and felt a little better.

This new pot took Zhang Mo a lot of energy, and he also used a lot of black ore dug out from the Xujing Mansion.

After purifying it with the Dian Cang Ring, Zhang Mo got a very strong ore that can defend against vitality, draw magic seals, and has a certain self-repair ability.

Zhang Mo named it, Pot Stone!

Relying on this thing, Zhang Mo broke through the original shackles and completed a new generation of big pots.

This pot is the largest pot Zhang Mo has ever made. It is three feet and four feet high and as thick as fifty people standing together. It is pitch black and has dozens of spouts, all of which are sharp like long thorns. I think they can directly pierce the city wall in a fight.

In order to improve the attack and defense capabilities of the pot, Zhang Mo also made a large pot lid for the pot. Like a mountain of rocks pressing on the top, lava iron chains hang down on both sides.

After careful calculation by Zhang Mo, when the big pot comes to life and stretches out its arms. It will just pass through these two iron chains, and then as long as it exerts a little force, the spikes on the iron chains will pop out and pierce into the big pot's arms. Then the pot lid will split into two halves from the edge, one half will become a large round shield, and the other side will be a curved giant blade.

As long as the big pot swings these two things in battle, it will kill gods and demons!

Zhang Mo's expectations for this pot are not high. He will be satisfied if he can barely defeat a Tyrant Realm.

Otherwise, it would be a waste of his many days of production, and so many high-quality materials.

Patting the body of the pot, Zhang Mo planned to put something inside the pot. According to his plan, this pot should be his life-saving pot in the future.

It must be more reliable than subordinates, more powerful than thugs, stronger than enemies, and able to execute some orders and escape first-class.

To complete so many abilities, of course, it is not done overnight.

Zhang Mo looked at his masterpiece and admired it.

If this sect master can't make it as a demon cultivator one day, can he still sell pots?

It's just that the customer may be beaten to death, but what does it have to do with me!

Leaving the backyard, Zhang Mo was about to go back to take a nap. Suddenly, he saw Yang Shuo and Lao Li jogging all the way.

"Sect Master! Big news!"

"Sect Master, such big news!"

From the expressions of the two people, it is clear that something terrible must have happened.

Zhang Mo waved his hand and said, "Let's talk in the main hall!"

The three walked back to the main hall quickly. Zhang Mo just sat down when Lao Li took out a letter: "News from the front line. Black Robe fought hard to get it. Sect Master, Yuanmen may lose!"

Hearing this, Zhang Mo was shocked.

We were fighting well and attacking madly, why are we going to lose suddenly?

Ah, Xiao Yuanmen, you have to hold on.

You are doing this, and this sect master is a little panicked!

"What's going on?"

Zhang Mo took the letter and looked at it carefully.

If nothing else, Black Robe's handwriting is really good, but the more he read, the more frightened Zhang Mo became.

"The leader of Yuan Sect led the great elder Mu Tian to attack Weilong Mountain. There is a 90% chance that the leader of Soul Sect is in seclusion here. Half a day later, Weilong Mountain shone brightly, emitting a strange black and purple light. The great elder Mu Tian of Yuan Sect died on the spot, and the life and death of the leader of Yuan Sect is unknown. The morale of the army in Death Battle Ridge has been lost and will collapse soon. Please make a decision as soon as possible!"

Zhang Mo opened his mouth slightly.

Yang Shuo and Lao Li also looked extremely ugly. It can be said that this is the worst result for the Demon Sect.

Even if Yuan Sect won a big victory, they would not be so nervous.

Zhang Mo returned the letter to Lao Li and asked softly, "Uh, is there any possibility of reconciliation between us and Soul Sect?"

Lao Li and Yang Shuo suddenly widened their eyes and said, "Sect Master, you are crazy!"

"Sect Master, have you forgotten about the Moon Demon!"

Zhang Mo said innocently, "The Moon Demon's matter can be explained. Do you think Soul Sect will talk to us?"

Yang Shuo replied, "Sect Master, we can all talk. But maybe you can't. If we go to talk, it's nothing more than changing the mountain. Maybe we can still do what we should do. But your words, ahem, let me be blunt. Sect Master, you still scolded the Soul Sect Sect Master for selling his ass, he might let you perform it in public."

Zhang Mo immediately touched his butt, and then gritted his teeth and said, "Then there is no room for negotiation. Damn Soul Sect, how can you be so strong? You are the one fighting this battle, defending and counterattacking!"

Yang Shuo handed over another passage at this time: "Sect Master, there is another letter, written to you. A letter from an old friend!"