Chapter 798: One Table

Some people rely on strength to survive in the underworld.

Some people rely on influence to survive in the underworld.

This sect master doesn’t need these.

This sect master survives in the underworld.

Mainly rely on imagination!

——Taken from the Supreme Saint Demon of Heaven and Earth, Zhang Moshen’s “My Diary” No. 1153

At night.

The grand banquet was held as scheduled.

Grand Sect Master Zhang said a few nonsense words very unenthusiastically, and then everyone started eating.

There was no way, Grand Sect Master Zhang really couldn’t be enthusiastic.

For this broken skill given by the demon god, he actually took away several of his divine relics.

Grand Sect Master Zhang was so angry that his liver hurt.

I have never suffered such a big loss in my life.

It’s a huge loss!

Demon god, why don’t you come down and play mahjong!

This broken skill is not even as good as the “super absorbent” loincloth that he hasn’t used for a long time.

Oh!

I feel uncomfortable when I think about it.

Grand Sect Master Zhang, with a dark face, has no appetite for food.

The whole person exudes an indescribable "resentment".

In the eyes of others.

Zhang Dazhushi looks "dignified without anger".

That "murderous" look makes people feel cold.

He is ready to kill people when he speaks. This is the master of the Temple of God.

No wonder people say that you should not offend Zhang Laoba, the new master of the Temple of God.

Just look at this state. If you dare to say one more word in front of him, Zhang Dazhushi can cut off your head and drink with it.

Lower your head and eat your food.

Get out of here after eating.

I don't know why I always feel an inexplicable sense of oppression when I am with Zhang Dazhushi.

It seems that if I don't pay attention, I will lose my life directly.

Zhang Mo sat at the table, pulled out a leg hair, and secretly tried his new skills.

Don't say it, it really works.

The leg hair is indeed a part of him, and there is no problem with explosion.

But the power is not much stronger than a fart.

Let's try with a booger, it works.

But the power is barely enough to make the cup vibrate.

This thing is probably not good enough to use against the enemy.

But it's probably okay to use it to disgust others.

The wish of smashing the opponent's face with boogers can be fulfilled.

Oh!

Do you really have to cut the meat!

Forget it, this fat of the sect master has grown with great difficulty, and it still needs to withstand damage.

It can't be cut a little bit!

It's definitely not because I'm afraid of pain!

This sect master is a real man with iron blood. Horses can run on his shoulders, people can stand on his fists, cars can be stopped by his farts, and rocks can be broken with his chest.

In summary, there are two words, fierce and manly!

How can I be afraid of pain?

I just can't bear to part with this fat. After all, I fed it with a mouthful of wine and a mouthful of meat, and I have feelings for it!

Well, I'll think of another way and study it slowly.

If it really doesn't work, just treat it as if I don't have this skill.

Calm down, calm down, have a normal mind, be like still water, water has no fixed shape, all kinds of colors, colors, ah ah ah!

No color, color!

Your uncle's demon god!

It's really a rip-off!

The great patriarch Zhang was so angry that he simply gritted his teeth, turned his grief and anger into appetite, and began to show off!

The bull head and Tang Ji next to him didn't dare to say or ask.

What's wrong with the patriarch?

He was eating a meal, and he was pulling out leg hair and picking his nose, and then he ate like crazy.

Is this adding ingredients to the food, or what?

I can only say that the patriarch really knows how to eat.

On the other side, in the corner.

Lao Tu, Zhu Huai, and Ri Mo were at the same table.

That's right, the great patriarch Zhang personally made the decision and let these people sit together.

In addition to them, there were even several people from other separatist forces in the Nether Abyss.

With these people gathered together, it is hard not to doubt whether Zhang Lao Ba did it on purpose.

This is purely to let them die here.

A bunch of people didn't even eat, just staring at each other.

There was nothing they could do, everyone present was old acquaintances.

Maybe they were brothers in the past.

They had all been in the Nether Abyss, so who doesn't know who?

Let alone poisoning, even if they added shit into it, these people would definitely do it.

Whoever wants to eat is an idiot.

Also, Zhu Yan died during the feast.

The way he died was because he didn't eat well, so these people ate Zhu Yan as a feast.

With this precedent, no one dared to guarantee that they would not be eaten, so everyone sat very far away.

Even if it was a clone, they didn't want to be eaten by others.

The old bald man was even more embarrassed among them.

You guys don't eat, why are you looking at me?

If I had known it would turn out like this, I shouldn't have sent you invitations.

Who knew that the leader would give me the task of "penetrating into the interior"!

The old bald man now has some doubts, whether the sect master is deliberately making trouble for him.

There is a little cold sweat on his forehead.

The old bald man feels that his heart is about to jump out.

Although he has been the great elder for several years, to be honest, he is really a little panicked when facing so many powerful demon cultivators.

Every one in front of him looks more powerful than him.

Before he got involved with the sect master, he didn't even have the qualifications to kiss the feet of any of these demon cultivators in front of him.

But now, these people still have to look at his face.

This makes the old bald man feel a little excited, a little happy, and a little panic.

Can't lose face!

The sect master is definitely not afraid of losing face, but I have to stand up too.

The Sect Master sent me here, he must want me to do something, at least to get some information.

This is a test from the Sect Master, I have to do it well.

He forced himself to calm down.

The old bald man picked up the wine glass, others dared not drink, but he did.

With the Sect Master's protection, I have nothing to fear.

If you really dare to touch me, the Sect Master will make you regret being born from your mother's womb.

"Dear adults, drink, don't be polite, eat when you should, don't be restrained!"

The old bald man pretended to be generous.

If his palms hadn't been shaking so badly that he almost shook the wine away, others would really be intimidated by him.

Several demon cultivators showed contempt in their eyes.

Zhang Lao Ba sent such a demon cultivator to test them, which really looked down on them.

If it weren't for Zhang Lao Ba shaking the scene, they wouldn't give the old bald man any face.

No one spoke, they all looked around warily, waiting to leave after the banquet.

Only Zhu Huai looked a bit generous, grinning, fangs sticking out, and pressing his hand on the table, saying: "Grand Elder, what does the master envoy mean by this? Putting us together, is this to make us reconcile, or to decide the winner and then talk to him?"

The old bald man put down his wine glass and said: "That depends on you. What are your plans next, fighting or peace, I really want to hear it."

Zhu Huai swept his eyes across the room and said: "If you all surrender, peace is not impossible."

Hearing this, the Japanese devil immediately intervened: "Then let's fight. It's a pity that the master envoy Zhang is unwilling to intervene, otherwise I think we can capture a lot today."

Zhu Huai smiled slightly and said: "How do you know that he didn't intervene. Maybe you wouldn't know even if he intervened!"