Chapter 327: Part 1!

As the saying goes, failure is the mother of success!

So those who are successful the first time...

They are all his mother's orphans!

——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Chapter 5193 of "My Diary" by Demon God Zhang

"It's difficult! With our current strength, I'm afraid we won't be able to shake Demon Zhang at all! Elder Huo Yun is injured, and Elder Gong Yi is still missing. How to fight!"

The saint shook her head.

Mr. Yunshan gritted his teeth and said: "It's difficult to do it. Find people, those righteous men hiding in the dark, and contact them. And the imperial court..."

Speaking of the imperial court, the saint suddenly interrupted: "At the imperial court, do you feel that there is something wrong?"

Master Yunshan was stunned for a moment and said, "Is there a problem?"

The saint said: "I always feel like someone is playing tricks in there. I don't know who sabotaged Xiao Huantian's incident last time."

Mr. Yunshan whispered: "Senior sister, do you mean that someone wants to fish in troubled waters?"

The Saint snorted softly and said: "Although my level of strategy is average. But I also know that once the Yuan Sect is weak, some people will be ready to take action. However, it is not clear how many people there are and who they are."

Mr. Yunshan rolled his eyes and said: "There are still such things. Then I need to deduce it again. Senior sister, can you let me read all the news about the sect?"

The saint nodded and said: "Go and see it as you please, it will all be yours from now on."

"Yes! Senior sister, take a rest early, this game is not over yet!"

Mr. Yunshan cupped his fists and cupped his hands, then walked away quickly.

The saint kept watching Master Yunshan walk away, then sighed again and walked back to her bedroom.

After shooing away the monk at the door, the saint walked into the bedroom and sat on the chair dejectedly.

Tolerate?

This word is too difficult.

As soon as she saw the big devil's face, she wanted to tear it to pieces, then put it on the ground and step on it, then step on it again, and finally burn him to death.

Muttering, the saint said: "It's difficult!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the Saint suddenly heard laughter coming from beside her.

"How difficult is it, tell me?"

The saint stood up suddenly, her vitality illuminated the surroundings, and she was about to call someone.

But the next moment, she saw a silver suit slowly appearing.

Immediately, the saintess said in astonishment: "Shrine..."

The other party shook his head slightly and motioned for her to keep her voice down.

Immediately, he continued: "The gods heard your plea and sent me to save you. Speak, my saint!"

…

On the other side, Zhang Mo, Yang Shuo, and Lao Gou were all staring at the things in front of them.

The three senior leaders of Tianmo Sect seemed to be in trouble.

"This situation is a bit difficult to deal with now!"

"Yes, if you don't pay attention, you will be dead!"

"Sect Master, are you sure you don't want this?"

Zhang Mo glanced at the two of them and said contemptuously: "Hurry up, you two are such wastes. How long do you have to study this nonsense?"

Yang Shuoyi gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll risk it all. The worst I can do is die. Eight tubes!"

"Confused!"

Zhang Mo pushed the card, laughed, and then reached out and snatched away the gold on Yang Shuo's table.

"Sect Master, you just won two taels, how can you take a gold ingot from me!"

Zhang Mo glared and said, "Calculate how much you owe me. Let go and don't let me chop you!"

Zhang Mo said and took out the token from his crotch.

These two people are really meaner than the other.

Playing mahjong, stealing glances, cheating, and the most abominable thing is stealing cards.

As I kept playing, I lost a dozen mahjong cards, and I still refused to admit it.

The sect leader had to take out the token and "show" him to death, and then spit out the mahjong tiles from the dog's mouth.

It's true that a dog's mouth can't spit out ivory, nor can it spit out eighty thousand.

"Card tiles, code tiles, continue. This sect leader is very lucky! Sister Fu, get me another set of mahjong tiles. They must be strong. This one has been bitten by this old dog!"

Sect Master Zhang was so happy that the gold and silver in front of him almost piled up into a small mountain.

In the past two days, Zhang Mo was too lazy to go anywhere. He was too bored staying at home, so he might as well do something early.

In the end, I don’t know whether it was Lao Gou or Yang Shuo who suggested playing mahjong. Zhang Mo was instantly addicted and quickly got the hang of it.

The most important thing is that he can win every game!

Hu Fa has seen all kinds of big names.

Yang Shuo and Lao Gou first played cards with Zhang Mo, and wanted to let the sect leader have a good time. They planned to give in and winked at the cards.

As a result, Zhang Mo came up and used three Tianhu and two Ground Hu, which blinded them all.

The demon cultivators around who were watching the card game were all subdued.

After all, he is the sect leader, and he will not lose even one game.

The beating made Yang Shuo and Lao Gou break out in cold sweat. Damn it, the sect leader obviously didn’t use any tricks, energy, or abilities!

Why can't they win even one hand? In the end, the old dog just started cheating.

Swallowing cards, changing cards, and using a golden eye to peek at Zhang Mo's cards.

Yang Shuo even used the ability of the ghost hand to erase cards, hide cards, and directly wiped 90,000 yuan into a blank slate.

But even so, they can't win.

The one who was playing felt aggrieved. Who could bear to lose all the time? The two of them really wanted to replace each other.

It's a pity that the other magic cultivators are not fools. Seeing this posture, everyone tightened their grip on their little money.

Just kidding, it's not easy to run a brothel, but we can't let the sect master win again.

"What a fool!"

Zhang Mo hit Tianhu again, and Yang Shuo's eyes nearly popped out. I just wiped seven or eight whiteboards for the sect master and sent them to him. How can I be so stupid?

The old dog twisted his buttocks. His mouth didn't dare to swallow the cards, but his buttocks could.

Unfortunately, it seemed that he had swallowed too much and couldn't stuff it in.

"Master, Master, Master, Master, there is news!"

Suddenly, a demon cultivator came and hurriedly handed over the note.

Zhang Mo was too lazy to read it and continued to sort the cards. The old dog took it, and then his face changed slightly and said: "Master, someone wants to contact us."

"Who?"

Zhang Mo didn't even raise his head.

The old dog said: "It seems to be someone from the court."

Hearing this, Yang Shuo raised his head suddenly, his eyes lit up and said: "Good news. It seems that someone wants to move."

The old dog said again: "Master, how about I contact them?"

Zhang Mo glanced at him and said: "You want to run away. Forget it, leave the money and get rid of the people."

"Okay!"

The old dog was as if he had been pardoned. He hurriedly got up, and then the cards fell all over the floor.

"Fuck you..."

Zhang Mo was about to curse, and the old dog ran away quickly.

Zhang Mo raised his hand and pointed, saying: "You, come here, continue playing cards for Elder Gou!"

The demon cultivator whose name was called turned pale.

It's over, it's over, the small money can't be saved.

Yang Shuo leaned over and whispered: "Sect Master, the inventory over at Weicheng has also been completed. This time, the corpse ghost army of Huangquan Bone Demon suffered a lot of losses. What should we do next?"

Zhang Mo chuckled and said: "How? Of course, let others continue to fight, and we will continue to watch. Now this sect master is the leader of the coalition!"

Yang Shuo nodded in understanding: "Sect Master is wise, why not let Master Yunshan go, whether he lives or dies, it doesn't matter!"

Zhang Mo smiled and nodded, played a card and said: "Hit!"