After bowing slightly to Mo Huan, the maid solemnly said to the holy woman: "According to your instructions, I have spread the news of the Holy Son to the entire rivers and lakes!"

If nothing else, it should have spread throughout the rivers and lakes by now, our Northern Holy Sect has elected a contemporary Shura Holy Son, and that Shura Holy Son is also our Shura Holy Sect, a creation wizard who has not been born for a thousand years, can find out the broken level martial arts technique "Great Asura Immortal True Body" from the Shura Six Sutras.

And I also followed your instructions, the Holy Maiden, also spread the information that we had beaten him and pushed her to the position of the Shura Dharma King.

I think that His Royal Highness the Holy Son should have a headache with the masters who constantly wanted to kill him in the White Dao and the Righteous Dao, or squeezed all the oil and water out of his body before and then became famous in the world.

He is just an acquired martial artist, facing these hordes, but behind each of them there is a backstage that is no worse than our Holy Sect, and it is estimated that he is also a rat trap, and he may soon have to be dismantled and skinned by them! ”

"Don't call that pseudonymous 'Holy Son'! He doesn't qualify! Suddenly, Mo Huan, who heard Lin Qing's information again, and Mo Huan, who could have imagined the tragic ending after him, couldn't help but quietly relieve the anger that had accumulated in the center of his eyebrows.

Suddenly, when she heard her closest maid call him again, she couldn't help frowning, and interrupted your talk.

"What is this farce of the 'Holy Son'... Not many people in the entire Northern Holy Sect, or even the entire rivers and lakes, know about it, but when did I want to hide it from you? When you say this now, you are not planning to admit the identity of that "pseudo" Son in public! ”

"How is it possible, Your Highness, don't think nonsense. How could I possibly admit that the apocryphal is the 'Son' of our Holy Religion? Your Highness, Holy Maiden, don't forget, the true inheritance of our Shura Holy Sect has always been in your hands, and you have never lost it! You swept the "Shura Bloody Eye Sword" on Mo Huan's knee, and lowered his face slightly, which was directly an unshirkable no.

Of course, when you said this, you also consciously forgot the canon engraved on the Sacred Heart Cliff in their holy religion: "Those who have an epiphany of the 'Great Asura Immortal True Body' in my religion, no matter what their status, have the honor of acting as the Dharma King" to "completely" forget.

And the other group of maids beside her, at this time, were also looking down at the earth with their extremely "confused and confused" eyes, as if they were asking the earth the supreme philosophical questions of "who is you, where you are, and what do you plan to do again".

"Hmph. You can rest assured! It was also the few Demon Gate Dafa that I had refined myself before that happened to go a little wrong, and the Bloody Eye Sword had just been successfully forged, and there was still a little discord with my mind. Using it only against people not only does not expand my trembling power, but it also weakens my strength as it collides with each other.

Otherwise, I would not allow that rebel to run rampant in my Castle Altar!" The next time I see that counterfeit, I will definitely ask him to spit out all the advantages he took before! ”

Mo Huan snorted insincerely, looked down at her group of maids and attendants around her, and suddenly shouted loudly.

It seemed to reflect Mo Huan's sharp words, which had been silent in his heart, like a dead thing, the divine sword, seeing that at this moment, it was blooming with unfathomable blood-colored brilliance, hooking everyone present was three corpses jumping, as if his own natal demons would explode in an instant, dazzling and fascinating.

Looking at the people who were present, or who were not there, but who were monitoring them all the time with their spiritual sense, and after fading their own gaze from themselves, Mo Huan's lips gently hooked a subtle and delicate arc, but then he let out a sigh that could only be heard by himself.

"Why bother...... How could I have been blind myself before, and I chose such a 'holy son'. ”

Whenever he thought of the various humiliations that Lin Qing had inflicted on him in that Huangcheng Altar, Mo Huan was angry.

Late at night every morning, in the dark shadows that no one knows, she is full of demons, and she just can't wait to hold a sharp blade in her hand, cut Lin Qing with thousands of knives, extract the skin, and boil oil to light the sky lantern for three days and three nights, so as to relieve the huge hatred in her heart!

What is called lifting a stone but smashing one's own feet, this sentence is unimaginable for Mo Huan, who was once called the pride of the sky, a hero among people, no matter what he does, he can enlarge his breasts and turn auspicious, and he is invincible.

Just like the beggar on the side of the road once fantasized that the emperor had to use a golden rice bowl to beg for food. And the emperor who is high up, imagining the life of ordinary people, the so-called "why not eat minced meat" remarks, is not one or two.

But now, after facing Lin Qing, the "Holy Son" who was chosen by herself, during this period of time, Mo Huan can really feel the kind of grievance in everything, and turn straight down, as if anyone can easily step on his own foot.

It's really painful, it's hard to be yourself!

If this feeling is given to you by other people, then it is okay.

Anyway, since the Northern Holy Sect suffered that great war 300 years ago, it has been weak, and it was not easy to recover a wave of blood, but it was pressed to death again before it could be killed.

Now, Mo said that he is at the bottom of many holy lands or the Five Directions Demon Sect, whether he can maintain his current prestige and not be fed by those below, fantasizing about ascending to the sky in one step, and the group of sects that have also become the level of the Holy Land are overturned, it is a big problem.

The feeling of so-called "grievance" has not been less since Mo Huan took over the Liangzi of the Shura Demon Sect.

But no matter what you say, those feelings are given to you by the outside world. Who dared to do this to him in the Shura Dao, Mo Huan had already stabbed and made six holes, and that person knew who was the master and who was the servant in this holy sect!

But this time, this "Holy Son" is the trouble she caused herself, and even has the illusion that she cannot be lost with the passage of time, how can such a feeling of aggrieved be easily expressed in words?

Although she knew that Lin Qing's identity as a holy son was a "fake" that she had personally made.

But as long as you know the truth, you haven't taken it seriously, or you have been a bowl of food!

What kind of status is she in the rivers and lakes. What kind of status is the "Holy Son" who was casually assigned by her?

If it weren't for his own whim, there would be no possibility of overlap between the two!