After crawling out of the eggshell, I decided to be a salted fish (a lazy person).

Ming Qing, who was hiding in the tree, was present from beginning to end. Unexpectedly, the little guy was not afraid and even stood up for Mo Shitian on the spot.

Stay away from me

He watched the black mist swirling around him in the air and impatiently waved it away.

The black mist seemed somewhat afraid of him and slunk away.

Seeing the Divine Sword Sect disciples behind him staring fiercely at the little guy, preparing to launch a sneak attack, Ming Qing raised his eyebrows and used his spiritual power to bind back the drifting black mist.

"See those two behind you? They're bullying your young master from the demon race, and you still have time to wander around aimlessly, not putting in any effort at all."

The black mist almost dissipated after he spoke. If it could speak, it would definitely complain that this cub was so long-winded, fierce, and even tried to tie it up!

"Alright, if you understand what I'm saying, then hurry up and go."

Ming Qing withdrew his spiritual power, and the black mist obediently followed his orders. The man fell to the ground and turned into a corpse.

"this,"

Jian Xiaoling watched as two more of his senior brothers died before his eyes, and the black mist approached them silently without anyone noticing.

"Let's leave here first."

Mo Junlin saw that the black mist was increasing, but apart from the disciple who had tried to attack the little guy earlier, everyone else was fine.

Therefore, the group of black mist dared not get too close because of the people in front of them.

"The sect leader is back!"

Mo Junlin saw that it was indeed his master, but he was strangely holding a black bottle and muttering some strange incantations.

In an instant, all the black mist rushed into the bottle. Mo Shan'an stared at the old man in the distance and took a few steps back. He could see black mist on the old man's hair and smelled of decay.

"Sect Leader, you're finally back!"

"what"

The disciple who went forward was choked and killed by him.

Mo Junlin and the others stared at the sect leader before them, none of them daring to take another step forward, as he absorbed the cultivation of the deceased disciple.

"Senior Brother, could it be that the Sect Leader has been bewitched by the Demon Clan?"

Jian Xiaoling swallowed hard. How could the sect leader kill them?

Mo Shan'an stared at him speechlessly. Compared to this, I think your sect leader is more like he's possessed by some evil spirit.

"Hahaha, did Wan Jiansheng think he could get away with trapping me in the Forbidden Pavilion? Unfortunately, man proposes, God disposes."

Ming Qing hadn't expected that the Divine Sword Sect was actually raising an evil spirit. In the past, it would have been easy to deal with it, but now it was still a bit of a struggle, not to mention there was a little guy involved.

"Ok?"

Mo Shan'an's body involuntarily flew upwards until he saw the person hiding in the tree, and then he remembered, oh! So he had a little brother.

"What are you doing here!" Shouldn't he be sleeping inside?

"shush"

Ming Qing drew everyone's attention to the evil spirit before secretly bringing the little guy up.

The two exchanged a glance, both starting to feel a little guilty.

Since Mo Shan'an, as the leader, hadn't remembered that he had a subordinate from beginning to end, he felt guilty and didn't dare to look the other person in the eye, quietly reflecting on himself.

The latter is similar; if the little guy knew he had been there the whole time, would he get angry with him?

"Ugh, is he possessed by something?"

Mo Shan'an thought that his younger brother had a perverted father and that a group of zombies passed by his house every day, so he should have seen a lot.

"Being possessed is perhaps a form of karmic retribution."

Such an evil spirit, which has existed for thousands of years, could not have survived for so long without being fed. It seems that the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect below are unaware of this.

"do not move"

Forehead?

Mo Shan'an was suddenly stopped. He only saw the other person extend their index finger and tap his forehead, but he couldn't feel anything through the mask.

However, he was unaware that the color of his eyes gradually faded until they returned to light gold pupils, at which point Ming Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Such concentrated demonic energy, if that evil spirit knew about it, wouldn't it just be a tonic?

"It's okay."

"boom"

Mo Shan'an saw that the fight had already started, and saw Jian Xiaoling being knocked down into a tree by a palm strike.

The three looked at each other in bewilderment. When Jian Xiaoling saw the two little figures hiding in the branches of the tree, he immediately forgot about his injury.

"Why are you here too?"

The man looked at another little guy wearing a mask. Did these two brothers think they were at a market?

"Do you want to wipe the blood? Your nose is bleeding."

When Mo Shan'an saw the man's bruised and swollen face, he realized that the slap had hit him squarely in the face; it was truly awful.

"Get away from me!"

Blood dripped from their noses, landing right above their heads. Ming Qing shifted his position in disgust.

"My king?"

Jian Xiaoling was getting confused by the two brothers. He casually wiped the tip of his nose and looked worriedly in the direction of his senior brother.

"If this continues, Senior Brother definitely won't be able to hold on."

The sect leader didn't recognize them at all; it was as if they were completely different people.

"puff"

Mo Junlin's sword fell to the ground, and he was knocked back three meters. He stared coldly at the evil spirit possessing his master.

"Who exactly are you? Where did you take the sect leader?"

Master couldn't have been possessed by this evil spirit so easily; there must be some hidden story.

"Sect Leader? I am the Sect Leader. I built this Divine Sword Sect from scratch. If Wan Jiansheng hadn't wanted to go to the Demon Clan to find Mo Shitian, I might have let him go."

Upon hearing the old man's words from the tree, Jian Xiaoling's eyes widened in surprise. The first sect leader of the Divine Sword Sect?

"Master Wan?"

"What is that?" Mo Shan'an frowned as he listened to the conversation between the two. He wasn't worried about who the strange old man in front of him was; he was concerned about the black bottle in his hand.

"Wasn't Master Wan dead long ago?"

Thousands of years have passed, how can mortal bodies still exist?

"He was dead, but now he's alive again after possessing your sect leader's body."

"What should we do now?"

Jian Xiaoling also felt that he had gone crazy for asking two three-year-old children this question.

"What does this have to do with me? This is a matter for your Divine Sword Sect."

As long as Ming Qing is watching over the cubs around him, everything else is none of his business. As for the feud between the human and demon races, I believe Mo Shitian will not let him get involved.

But he ignored the cub beside him, and was filled with resentment and dissatisfaction.

Mo Shan'an clearly sensed the struggle of the black mist in the bottle, its fear and dread in the face of the person.

He realized that the person in front of him was the one who prevented demons from being reincarnated even after death, and who had been cruelly thrown into a tower and sealed for thousands of years. The blurry image of the man in his mind was actually him.

The corpses of the cubs in the pool of blood suddenly rushed into view, their eyes turning slightly red.

"You bastard, if I don't kill him, I'm not worthy of being the young master of the demon race."