I am a weakling, but I am regarded as the supreme holy devil by the righteous people.

Today I heard someone say that my sect leader's newspaper is dirty, and what a shame.

Write down all these marginal things!

This sect leader wants to say, don’t be too lenient, okay?

People work so hard to write this kind of thing, and they only sell it to you for a copper coin, and they don’t even charge you any money. What else can you say?

It’s not that it’s bad for your health.

Don’t readers know if that stuff is good or not?

It was hard to find something exciting and interesting to watch. Can you guarantee that you will find something to watch every day?

Many readers are young and they just want to have fun. What’s wrong with them?

If they don’t watch, they will have to choke to death.

Readers don’t want to die, they want to live, okay?

——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Chapter 6660 of "My Diary" by Demon God Zhang

Boom!

As the music grew louder, fireworks began to be set off in the capital, and the atmosphere reached its peak.

The fat majesty began to stand up with the help of the eunuch, stretched out his fat hand to the people of the capital, and waved it gently.

It seems that the meaning should be that the court is with you.

But in Zhang Mo's opinion, this action is a bit like "I just farted, but don't worry, it doesn't stink!"

Logically speaking, Zhang Mo and the Saint should have stood up and applauded together.

But the two of them had no intention of moving at all. They were both looking at their subordinates, as if they were waiting for something.

Yang Shuo turned his head and glanced at the fireworks behind him.

Suddenly, Yang Shuo saw fireworks that only belonged to the Tianmo Sect. To be more precise, they were fireworks that only Black Robe could use.

Suddenly, Yang Shuo and Lao Gou looked at each other.

Stable!

When the "last feast" was about to start, Lao Gou contacted Heipao and asked him to pay close attention to the actions of Yuanmen. If there is any key point, it must be captured.

Seeing Hei Pao's fireworks now is enough to prove that Yuanmen's little tricks have been destroyed by Hei Pao.

Yang Shuo immediately nodded gently to Zhang Mo.

On the saint's side, the chief deacon of Yuanmen was also looking in the direction of the restaurant.

He didn't wait for the red smoke that was supposed to fly up, but he could still vaguely see that the giant city crossbow was aiming here.

it should be no problem?

The chief deacon was a little unsure, and the saint couldn't wait any longer.

Taking the cup away from the chief deacon, the saint said to Zhang Mo loudly: "Sect Master Zhang, the celebration has begun, it's time for us to have a break!"

Zhang Mo raised his eyebrows and said: "It is indeed time to end it. I just don't know how the saint plans to end it?"

The saint said loudly: "Since ancient times, good and evil have not been coexisting. I see that our alliance should end today."

Zhang Mo replied: "Why, the saint wants to kill the donkey? Bah, bah, bah, you are the donkey!"

Sect Master Zhang stood up suddenly and suddenly became a little angry.

"Holy girl, originally this sect leader wanted to make arrangements for you so that you could have a happy ending. But now it seems that you are still plotting evil against me! This sect leader treats you sincerely, but you still want to mess with me. It's only natural. It’s not tolerated!”

Zhang Mo shouted so loudly that the drums and music all around him stopped.

The saint was a little confused by Zhang Mo's words. What do you mean? It makes you seem to be on the right path.

Her eyes widened, and the next moment, the saint saw Devil Zhang snatching the cup from her hand.

With full momentum, he fell to the ground hard!

What are you doing? Why are you trying to steal my cup?

clang!

The cup fell to the ground, but it didn't break. It jumped a little and almost jumped back into Zhang Mo's hand.

Who made such a hard cup?

Oops, there was a slight mistake. Try it again!

Everyone in the audience watched Zhang Mo pick up the cup again.

Then he shouted again: "It's not allowed by God!"

Rolling up his sleeves and spitting, he jumped and fell hard to the ground again.

This time it was finally completely shattered.

The next moment, Yang Shuo Laogou and other demon cultivators from the Heavenly Demon Sect stepped in front of Zhang Mo, unsheathed their swords and covered themselves with demonic energy!

The saint's face looked ugly, and she screamed in her heart, "Why are you throwing a cup as a sign of honor!"

I even broke my cup!

"kill!"

Regardless of anything else, the saint raised her hand and shouted, and the monks from Yuanmen immediately blocked the saint behind her.

The war was about to break out. His Majesty Fatty and many ministers saw something was wrong and turned around and ran away.

That speed is not much slower than any warrior who is good at speed.

It disappeared in a flash, leaving only a few cabbages still spinning on the ground.

The common people, the people in the orchestra, and the soldiers who maintained order were all in disarray.

"It's about to start a fight!"

"The Heavenly Demon Sect and the Yuan Sect are at war!"

"I didn't fight long ago, I'm going to fight now."

"Die, die, die!"

…

As the people retreated quickly, the Heavenly Demon Sect and the Yuan Sect fought in shock.

Bang bang bang!

Boom boom boom!

Boom, boom, boom!

All kinds of rays of light are flying, vitality is splashing everywhere, and evil energy is everywhere.

"Sect Master, this way!"

The old dog protected Zhang Mo as he left Qiankun Square and headed straight to the crossroads outside the square.

There, a group of demon cultivators were motionless, guarding Zhang Da's sect leader's demon puppet, the invincible giant pot!

Zhang Mo turned his head and glanced at Yang Shuo's battle. Almost in an instant, everyone from the Tianmo Sect suppressed all those from the Yuan Sect.

However, the monks from Yuanmen and Zhengdao were indeed tough, and they actually blocked Yang Shuo's first charge.

When the fighting started, Zhang Mo of course went straight to his big pot.

As long as the big pot is there, he won't panic.

With the big pot here, he can beat the Yuan family and call his mother.

The mere Yuanmen, could it be that they forgot that our sect leader’s giant pot descended from the sky!

Zhang Mo quickly ran towards the cross street, but at this moment, across the cross street, a group of people suddenly came out of the house.

The leader is holding a folding fan and coming to fight against the wind. It is Mr. Yunshan who was secretly recalled by Yuanmen.

Following him with a flaming sword like a dragon is Xiao Long, who is murderous!

"Demon Zhang, suffer death!"

At this time, Xiao Long really released all the murderous intention that he had suppressed for many years.

All old and new grudges will be avenged today!

"Why does my sect master want to lose weight! Wouldn't it be better to be fatter?"

Zhang Mo snorted lightly.

You two are the only ones who want to kill this sect leader, not to mention a door, not even a window.

Without Zhang Mo's command, Young Master Yunshan and Xiao Long were halfway through the rush, when a group of black figures burst out of the door on the other side of the intersection.

"Grandpa is here, who dares to be presumptuous!"

Xiong Wudi was wearing heavy armor and carrying black thunder, charging forward.

Miao Li followed behind with a flying knife in hand and a full smile.

boom!

Xiong Wudi and Mr. Yunshan exchanged blows, and the wind and thunder flashed!

"Master Yunshan, your life is mine!"

Xiong Wudi laughed wildly.

Here, Xiao Long was knocked back several steps by a flying knife. When he looked closely, he saw Miaoli flying in front of him like a ghost.

"Young Master Spewing Blood, I have admired your name for a long time!"

Miao Li smiled.

Xiao Long was stunned. What did you just call me?

Bloody Young Master, what the hell kind of title is this?

The Heavenly Demon Sect really pisses me off!