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

As the old saying goes, human imagination is infinite!

This sect leader tells you that this sentence is wrong.

He has never been to Tianmo Sect.

Otherwise, he would know what it means that some people's looks can exceed imagination!

——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Chapter 2636 of "My Diary" by Demon God Zhang

Zhang Mo immediately smiled even happier when he heard the old man saying that he was here to cause trouble.

"Is it so obvious? Hahahaha!"

The old man said: "If you really cut down this tree, let alone the whole tree. If you just move a branch, you will probably be planted here. From now on, you will be a human tree. If you have nothing to do, I will cut off the branches and peel them off for you." peel."

Zhang Mo suddenly stopped smiling.

"Is it so scary? I'm just saying it."

Taking a closer look, there is nothing special about this tree except that it is bigger.

Why is it so expensive?

The old man was looking Zhang Mo up and down at this time.

After a while, the old man said: "You are young and your cultivation level is very poor. Why do you still have the aura of a demon cultivator in you? How did you become an envoy of the gods?"

Zhang Mo couldn't help but be a little surprised when the old man revealed many of his "little secrets" at once.

Oops, this is after he has been walking around the world for so many years.

The first time someone saw through him right away.

Involuntarily, Zhang Mo covered his key position first and said: "You don't have clairvoyance, do you? Old gangster!"

The old man estimated that no one had been scolded in many years.

When Zhang Mo scolded him, his expression immediately changed.

"Be careful!"

The old man said.

Zhang Mo frowned and said, "What's wrong? Do you still have kidney problems? Nephritis? I'm afraid it's kidney deficiency. Eat more leeks."

The old man said helplessly: "Stop talking nonsense. Come on, sit down, let's chat for a while."

Zhang Mo looked around and saw that there was indeed nothing to see around him.

"Okay, let's talk for a while."

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Zhang Mo took out two pig's trotters from the ring.

He handed one to the old man and started chewing it himself.

"You are welcome!"

Zhang Modao.

The old man was holding the pig's trotters with an expression on his face that he didn't know what to say.

Slowly putting the pig's trotters aside, the old man looked at Zhang Mo and said, "Is there anything you want to do after becoming an envoy?"

Zhang Mo shook his head and said: "There is nothing I want to do. Just hang out, what else can I do?"

The old man asked again: "You don't have any ideals or pursuits?"

Zhang Mo said: "Don't mention this. As long as you say it about your ideals and pursuits, others will take advantage of your weaknesses. I never say what I want. I spread my hands and there's nothing you can do to me."

The old man chuckled and said: "You are quite interesting. But you sound a bit like a demon cultivator!"

Zhang Mo frowned and said, "Really? Are you a demon cultivator when you lie down? You are going too far. What's wrong with us lazy people? We haven't done anything!"

The old man said: "It's not that you are lazy, but it sounds to me like you don't like to be restrained."

Zhang Mo opened his eyes wide and said: "Okay, you have seen this. Forget it, let's talk about it. Indeed, thinking about it now, maybe the only pursuit is to be unrestrained and live for yourself."

The old man smiled and said: "Look, your thoughts are so magical!"

"Have it?"

Zhang Mo frowned even more.

The old man said: "Unrestrained, just for yourself, undisciplined, and without rules. You are a complete devil. Young man, your thoughts are very dangerous!"

Zhang Mo opened his mouth slightly.

After a moment, Zhang Mo said: "What you said makes sense. But is this wrong?"

The old man said: "If there are no rules, it is wrong."

Zhang Mo said with a smile: "Then the rules I set are considered rules."

The old man looked at Zhang Mo's face for a moment, and then said, "Your idea is even more dangerous."

Zhang Mo looked at the old man's serious expression and suddenly felt that the old guy in front of him was in danger, so he couldn't help but move his butt back a little.

But the next moment, the old man laughed and said: "But fortunately, you have joined the Shrine, and you can slowly correct it. There is nothing else in the Shrine, there are still many rules, you can slowly adapt to it."

Zhang Mo didn't know how to answer the call. According to this old guy, having more rules is a good thing?

Do you want to hear what you are saying!

The old man smiled and continued: "To be honest, I almost thought you were an undercover agent of the demon cultivator just now."

One sentence immediately made Zhang Mo's heart beat.

Damn it, were you discovered?

Do I have to run away quickly?

"However, through the conversation just now, I can confirm that you are not an undercover sent by the demon cultivator."

The old man smiled confidently.

Zhang Mo pursed his lips, and then asked with "admiration" on his face: "How did you see that?"

The old man said: "It is impossible for the demon cultivator to send someone with no pretense like you here. That would be too stupid."

Zhang Mo was choked, and then clapped gently, saying that you really have "eyes of wisdom like a torch."

"Okay, now that we're done talking, it's time to get down to business."

The old man said slowly.

When Zhang Mo heard this, he couldn't help but tighten his buttocks immediately.

Doing business?

What's the matter?

It's not what this sect leader has in mind.

Suddenly, the old man gently raised his hand, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

The world seemed to be turned upside down, and in an instant, the two fell into the stars.

The old man stretched out his hand and grasped it in the galaxy. It seemed that there was a combination of stars, and soon the shape of a rooster was formed.

The stars were dazzling, and the old man changed his hands again.

Soon the rooster turned into a big star cluster, like a big apple among the old man.

"open mouth!"

The old man said to Zhang Modao.

In an instant, Zhang Mo understood that this was to inject the power of the Pleiades into him, right?

Damn it, can my mouth fit such a big thing?

Don't fool me!

"Etc., etc."

Zhang Mo shouted repeatedly.

The old man frowned and looked at him and said, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Mo said: "I don't want the power of the Pleiades. How do you say that, the power of the God Chooser? I want to choose!"

The old man nodded and said, "Okay."

The body suddenly changed again, and the two of them instantly returned to the grass under the tree.

Zhang Mo was still in a daze, but the old man had already thrown the glowing star cluster into his hand.

Looking closely, you can see stars shining in this star cluster. It feels like looking at another world.

"If you want to use it, eat it yourself. If you don't want to use it, just keep it yourself. Don't break it. The Pleiades Sun Flame will burn you to death. Also, you can only exchange the power of the Divine Envoy, and you cannot buy, sell or give it away. Don’t lose it. Otherwise, you have to guess the consequences yourself.”

The old man said slowly.

Zhang Mo nodded repeatedly and said: "I understand, Lord!"

The old man smiled and said, "Do you recognize me?"

Zhang Mo said speechlessly: "You have given me the power of the divine messenger, how can I still not recognize you?"

The old man nodded and said: "Not bad, not stupid."

Zhang Mo said with a strange expression: "Actually, I want to say that the old gangster I just mentioned actually means respect. In my hometown, old gangster is an honorific title..."

The old man interrupted: "Really, you little gangster!"