The demon army was held by him and wanted to break free, but he couldn't move, he was not his opponent at all.

"Nonsense, this was originally my demon thing, I took him away, it's not stealing, but you, where did you steal this egg, do you know, this is my demon clan's little son, who are you, dare to hide him by your side? The demon army hugged the black egg tightly and scolded sharply.

The ghost venerable laughed and said with great interest: "Oh, this egg, is actually the treasure of your demon clan? That is really offended, it is the deity who is abrupt." ”

The demon army breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, thinking that he was bluffed by the prestige of the demon god's words, but the next moment, he heard his cold and cunning voice like a poisonous snake, and said: "Actually, if you hadn't told me that this egg was a demon thing, maybe the deity would have been happy and could have rewarded it to you, but now, the deity has changed his mind, the deity is just right, and he lacks a son, so go and tell your family master, the godfather of the deity, it's done." When the words fell, the smoke came out of his palm, and with a palm, the demon army screamed, and with the devouring of the ghost venerable, all the power in his body was devoured by him, and finally turned into a skeleton scattered on the ground, turned into ashes, and disappeared.

The black egg fell to the ground, and the ghost venerable laughed deeply, picking up an egg from purgatory, but he didn't expect it to be the treasure of the demon clan.

He raised his hand, and the egg that fell on the ground flew back into his hand, rubbing the egg in his hand, he laughed deeply, and said, "You are very happy to see your own kindred, although you have been beaten to the point that only the original god remains, you also know that it is dangerous to follow the deity, but you are not stupid." The deity looks at you, it is really more and more pleasing to the eye, little thing, to be the son of the deity, it will definitely be more blessed than to be the son of the son of Nashlao. ”

As he spoke, the blood-red power in his palm condensed again, pouring towards the black egg.

Inside the eggshell, the little group of the primordial god in a state of chaos was surrounded by the blood-red evil qi, devouring the evil qi, and his power was increasing at an alarming speed.

Although he is only a primordial god, as his strength increases, his spiritual wisdom also increases, and as his spiritual intelligence increases, the evil qi on his body also increases.

Hate.

Hate.

Why didn't his father come to his rescue?

It seems that since he was sensible, his father has never valued him, from beginning to end, only his mother has doted on him, loved him and loved him, and his father has always been so cold, stern, and unkind.

He pinned all his hopes on his father, hoping that he could save him and help him out of the control of the Onizun.

But where is he?

It was his mother who sent troops to the lower realm, and it was the demons who came to look for him.

And his father, the king, did nothing.

He is not worthy of being his father at all, he is not worthy.

Hatred is like a seed, taking root in Xiao Tuanzi's heart, his scarlet eyes are full of killing intent, full of that strong killing intent, he ferociously devours the power injected by the Ghost Venerable, from passive absorption, to active devouring.

Sensing that he was devouring his own power, Ghost Zun withdrew his hand, and saw that on the black eggshell, the golden burning text disappeared, and on the red eggshell was flowing blood-red qi, Ghost Zun laughed deeply, stroking the eggshell, his godson, he was getting happier and happier.

Interesting.

(Markor Literature-)