The devil worships me as a teacher

Qin Mo was stunned.

When the various sects of cultivation learned the news, apart from the demon cultivators who had been beheaded, all the people in the cultivation world with a radius of thousands of miles also died under Qin Mo's sword.

A year ago, Master Jianzong betrayed the realm of comprehension and became a demon cultivator, and the world has been in chaos ever since.

The sect of Lu Youyu, the top alchemist of Jiuhuazong, accidentally took in an apprentice who has the blood of the Demon God, and this person is Qin Mo.

The Demon Cultivator had tried to win Qin Mo over after he appeared in the world, but Qin Mo was willing to suppress the blood of the Demon God in his body for the sake of his master and stop practicing.

Three days ago, the demon cultivator attacked again, and Qin Mo was called to Changchun Ridge to lead his disciples to resist.

Unexpectedly, Moxiu was cunning and sneaked into the rear for the purpose of making a fuss.

Lu Youyu was taken away by Moxiu behind him.

Qin Mo rushed to the rescue, but was forced to sacrifice his blood of the demon god before releasing him. To save Qin Mo, Lu Youyu severed his meridians and died.

Qin Mo has lived with his master day and night for dozens of years, and their affection is deep.Suffering this blow intensified the hostility that had been dormant in his body for many years under the rage, and was completely controlled by the demonic energy, and he started killing.

After hearing the news, Jiu Ran, the patriarch of Jiuhua Sect, rushed to dissuade him from thousands of miles away.

Wherever he passed, corpses were strewn across the field like hell, and tears kept pouring out of his wrinkled face.

It was late autumn, and the fine rain was sandwiched with dots of snowflakes, which were drifting to the earth one after another.

Of course, the drizzle and snowflakes will never stay when they fall to the ground, and they often disappear without a trace before they hit the ground.The cold and long winter seems to have come.

Qin Mo held the Lingxiao sword and faced the two Jiuhuazong disciples alone on the Changchun Ridge where the corpses were piled up.

"Qin Mo, stop!"

The long-aged voice passed through the dense rain and snow and reached their ears.

The two disciples had already been seriously injured. When they heard the voice of Sect Master Jiu Ran, they hurriedly stumbled towards him to seek shelter.

Hearing the sound, Qin Mo put away his sword and turned his head, a trace of struggle was revealed in his red eyes.

This voice is familiar to him.

He is the second uncle of the little master.

He watched the two disciples flee without stepping forward to stop them.

Jiu Ran hastily waved for the two disciples to leave.He himself had injured his foundation in the battle with Moxiu last year, and now he is dying.Seeing that Qin Mo's mind was clearer, he braved the rain and snow and walked through the corpses to get closer.

Looking at the corpses of fellow disciples around him, Jiu Ran felt as if he had been crushed by a boulder, "Do you know what you are doing? If Yu'er is still alive, I will definitely be disappointed in you!"

Qin Mo panted heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, Jiu Ran's words were like a knife, he didn't have any serious injuries in his body, after listening to it, he only felt that his chest was congested and he vomited blood.

The color of the originally red pupils deepened, and he stared at Jiu Ran with a trembling voice.

"But the little master is dead."

The little master is dead.

That Lu Youyu who seemed to be smiling forever was gone.

He had no father or mother, but because he was born with a pair of red pupils that were different from others, everyone in the village avoided him.Later, when I grew up to seven or eight years old, my eyes suddenly became normal to others.

The unattended Qin Mo's eyes were no longer special, but the villagers still regarded him as an unknown person and sold him to work as a coolie elsewhere.

Six years ago, he finally couldn't stand the daily labor beatings and escaped secretly.

After more than ten years of hard work, Qin Mo now has the strength to support him. Just when the cultivation sect was recruiting disciples, Qin Mo went to seek a teacher in order to make a living.

Jiuhuazong is the number one sect in the cultivation world, and they accepted Qin Mo when they saw his eight-foot figure, broad shoulders and strong strength.

Unexpectedly, Qin Mo's meridians were all clogged during the test of his foundation in the apprenticeship ceremony.

If it is said that it is rare for a cultivation disciple to have a first-class root, then it is even rarer to meet Qin Mo without a trace of spiritual root.

The temple suddenly exploded, which is a pity, but more of a mockery of him.

At that time, Qin Mo stood in the hall in shame, at a loss, while other disciples surrounded him, pointing fingers at him as if they were watching a monkey show.

"Where does Qin Mo come from?"

"Report to the elder, he is an orphan."

"Oh, it's also a poor man, so let's send it to the kitchen to fight."

The people around laughed, and these compliments to the elder's kind words were mixed in.

Qin Mo trembled all over, endured the humiliation with his eyes downcast, and clenched his teeth tightly to hold back the soreness in his nasal cavity.

"There are so many people in the kitchen and this child is missing? It's just adding to the chaos of the cook."

Yes, there are mostly bigu sects of cultivation, and the kitchen is only prepared for some low-level disciples.

It's just... Qin Mo clenched his hands even tighter, wouldn't he be given such a meager way of life?

Qin Mo looked up angrily, and saw that the person who said this was leaning crookedly on the grand master's chair. There was a trace of laziness between his brows, but a smile in his eyes, and he looked like he was fooling around.

"Why don't you just follow me."

The words like thunder fell into Qin Mo's ears, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

The man stood up, he was dressed in azure brocade, and he was looking at him from afar, his eyes were not condescending nor contemptuous, instead his smile deepened, the corners of his eyes were like crescent moons.

"I'm short of a young apprentice who can help me pick up the herbs. Would you like to go with me?"

Qin Mo's heart was taken by the lightness of his tone, as if he had jumped into the clouds. No one had ever talked to him like this, let alone looked at him with such a smile.

Qin Mo's heart trembled, and he was stunned for a long time before he nodded blankly.

In the end, he left under the envious eyes of everyone.

But Qin Mo didn't notice what happened to those people at all. He had been standing by that person's side, smelling the faint medicinal fragrance from that person's body, as unreal as in a dream.

Only later did he realize that this is the most talented alchemist today, the son of Lu Youyu who is loved by the Jiuhuazong.

After following Lu Youyu for half a year, although Qin Mo's cultivation progress was slow, he made some progress.

On the day Qin Mo formed the alchemy, Lu Youyu personally protected him, but he never expected that Qin Mo's eyes would turn red again after the alchemy ended.

Later, the news of Qin Mo's red eyes spread, shaking the entire cultivation world.

It turned out that his eyes represented that he was a descendant of the blood of the demon god.In order to protect the master, the bloodline will only be revealed after the master has formed the alchemy.

The matter was spread, and everyone flocked to Cangshan where Jiuhuazong was located, demanding to hand over Qin Mo.

But Lu Youyu refused, he had a big fight with the suzerain, and confined Qin Mo in the elixir room, and he didn't see anyone for several days.

Qin Mo didn't know what happened outside, he only heard Cangshan, which was usually quiet, become noisy.

Seven days later, the door of the pill room opened.

The sun was dazzling, and Qin Mo's eyes hurt from the light, but he didn't dare to blink.

"I had a quarrel with Second Uncle and the others. I pledged my life to guarantee that you would never practice magic again in this life. If you ate this, they promised me to let you go."

Lu Youyu still spoke quickly, but Qin Mo didn't see the familiar smile on his face this time.

With a tired face and a little embarrassment, Lu Youyu took Qin Mo's hand and put the medicine in.

"It's not very good to be a teacher, but the life of the gangster can still be protected."

The warmth of the palm penetrated into Qin Mo's heart through the meridians and bones.

Before I knew it, tears had filled my cheeks.

Qin Mo recovered from the memories, and looked around with red eyes.

Now no one dared to step on him and scold him.No one picked him up from the dust and helped him pat the dirt on his body.

The blood dripped to the ground along the edge of the sword, and the sharp sword energy wrapped around Qin Mo's body.He looked like he just came out of hell.

While Jiu Ran's heart ached, seeing Qin Mo's eyes becoming more and more bright red, he was shocked.

He didn't expect that after the awakening of the demon god's bloodline, it would be able to completely cover Qin Mo's original mind. Jiu Ran knew that he could not retreat, and continued:

"Yu'er has a kind heart, even if he dies, he is willing. Your mind is controlled by the blood of the demon god. Don't let him live up to his long-term wishes by entering the demon way!"

There was a trace of coldness in Qin Mo's eyes, and the hem of his blood-splattered clothes was blown by the cold wind in the wilderness.Jiu Ran was stunned by the stare, and couldn't bear the creepy aura and took a step back.

"Oh, I'm very sober. If I could use this bloodline early, those demon cultivators would have died long ago. It's just that you people couldn't believe me back then, and the little master was forced to use pills to suppress my cultivation. Otherwise, I would never This is what it looks like today!"

"The person who was still laughing and saying that he wanted to eat snowflake cheese the day before yesterday... just disappeared, not even a single bone left!"

Qin Mo sneered, and the sword in his hand pierced Jiu Ran's chest in an instant.

"You don't deserve to say sorry to me, little master."

"All unworthy."

He had suffered all kinds of bullying since he was a child, and he had long thought that there was a stone wrapped in his ribs.Now without that person, there is nothing in the world to make him soft-hearted.

Jiu Ran stared at the sword in front of his chest in disbelief, unable to say a word, and fell down the cliff.

Three days later, all the disciples in the cultivation world gathered on Changchun Ridge.

One sword after another pierced through, no matter how powerful Qin Mo was, under the group attack, he finally missed his opening.

Whose immortal technique hit Qin Mo's gate of life, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Qin Mo was stunned and stretched out his hand to touch it, without any fear.

Everyone saw that the attack for a long time had an effect, and their morale was greatly boosted, and they swarmed up again.

This catastrophe lasted until the end, Qin Mo had already suffered hundreds of wounds, but he still didn't fall down.

There are corpses everywhere in the world, and the darkness is like hell.

Qin Mo's face was covered with blood, one eye was slashed by someone, and half of the eyeball was cut off.He stood up again with difficulty.

The sword in his hand was already broken, but he still raised the sword in his hand to meet him.

No one knows how many days passed, but Qin Mo was finally defeated after paying a painful price in the cultivation world.

He fell into the mud, and with one last look before he died, he looked at Cangshan Jiuhua, where he had lived for decades.

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