Mo Cong has been different from ordinary people since he was a child, he has gone through many disasters but has never died, and he can escape death every time he dies in his life, which he knows very well in his heart, and his talent for absorbing true qi and the magical connection with the Mawang Dao have also appeared many times, these magical things are more telling and can prove his identity. But he is very entangled and very resistant to such an identity, and he still doesn't want to admit it in his heart.

"Am I really the Demon Lord?" After thinking silently for a while, Mo Cong gently pulled out the knife from its sheath and asked himself with the snowy Mawang knife as a mirror. The blade of the Mawang knife is narrow and slender, and even if it can be used as a mirror, it can't show all the faces, and when it gets close, it can only show the nose and one eye. Mo Cong looked at the knife sideways for a while, and two eyes suddenly appeared on the knife.

"Am I the Demon Lord?" asked Mo Cong, looking at those two eyes.

Ma Wangdao didn't react, and his eyes were completely his own eyes, and he moved his eyes as much as he wanted. Mo Cong moved the knife and let his eyes move from left to right on the knife body, gradually moved to the vicinity of the hilt, and looked at the ruby on the hilt without blinking.

"Am I the Demon Lord?" he asked again.

Ma Wang Dao still didn't react.

"Aren't you the Demon Lord's saber, I ask you if you don't speak, it seems that I am not the Demon Lord, and you are not my sword. As he spoke, Mo Cong threw the Mawang knife into the distance, got up and flew west like a flight.

According to the old man, Mo Cong was found in the farmer's house on the west side of the Juling Pass, and he quickly arrived at the place the old man said, more than 20 years have passed, and this place is deserted, only a big stone pile whimpering in the wind. Mo Cong sensed it with his divine sense, there were many bones buried under the stone pile, and he didn't know which bones were the peasant woman who was holding him back then.

Mo Cong looked at it silently for a while, then respectfully kowtowed three times in front of the stone pile, and pulled out the dry grass around him to clean it up, no matter whether he was a demon lord in the heavenly realm or not, his biological parents in the world were buried under the stone pile, and this was his home in the world. It is the place where he was born on earth.

With this in mind, Mo Cong flew to the Dragon Mountain Range behind him to quarry and cut wood and transport it to the side of the stone pile, and set up a hut by the small river near the stone pile.

After working like this for a while, it was getting dark, and Mo Cong didn't eat, so he just lay in the hut and looked at the big stone pile outside, and fell asleep in a daze after lying for a while. He had just fallen asleep, and his hand moved slightly, and a white light suddenly flew into the hut from a distance and flew to his hand. After the white light dissipated, it condensed into the appearance of the Mawang knife, and Mo Cong didn't notice it in a daze, just hugged the knife and continued to sleep.

When he was sleeping, the heavenly realm was already in a lot of trouble, and Mo Cong's true identity was transmitted back to the Martial Spirit Palace like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and the upper immortals of the Martial Spirit Palace began to talk about it.

Similar to the Gods and Demons Palace, the Martial Spirit Palace also has several Immortal Venerables with high status and high cultivation, and their status in the Martial Spirit Palace is equivalent to the Nine Great Demon Immortals of the Gods and Demons Palace, and after they learned of the situation, they had different opinions on the question of whether Mo Cong should continue to stay in Lingyun Mountain to cultivate or should be sent back to the Gods and Demons Palace, and the differences were very big.

"Since that disciple is the bloodline of the Martial Saint Immortal Monarch. Moreover, he has been cultivating in Lingyun Mountain for so many years, of course, he must stay and continue to cultivate, so that he can be in charge of the Martial Spirit Palace in the future. An immortal said.

"But he also has a continuous bloodline relationship with the God and Demon Palace, and who knows what he will decide in the end of his cultivation. In case he wants to return to the Gods and Demons Palace, our many years of cultivation efforts will be put aside for the time being, and our cultivation methods in the human world and the heavenly realm will also leak to the Gods and Demons Palace, and this kind of thing has to be prevented. Another immortal said.

"Our mental method was not created by the Martial Saint Immortal Monarch. What is the leakage of taking it to the descendants of the Immortal Monarch, besides, he may not return to the Gods and Demons Palace in the future, and he may not reveal his mind when he returns to the Gods and Demons Palace. If you leak your heart, you may not be able to practice, and you will use so many things to push our possible Immortal Monarch to the side of the Divine and Demon Palace, isn't this worth the loss?" said an immortal.

"But what about the agreement back then, it was said that this child would return to the God and Demon Palace. An immortal said.

"What kind of bullshit agreement, at that time, it was our princess who was soft-hearted and thought of the love with their previous generation of demon lords, so she agreed to this condition, and it was not the alliance we signed with them under the city, although the princess agreed back then, she was not really so willing to send the child out, otherwise she would not be sad later. Now this child doesn't want to go back to the Gods and Demons Palace, but wants to stay in the Martial Spirit Palace where his mother is, let's leave him behind is not a violation of the agreement and it is a wish of the princess, and it can also cultivate the next generation of immortals for the Martial Spirit Palace, I don't know why you want to oppose such a triple thing?" said an immortal.

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When the immortals of the Martial Spirit Palace were arguing, the nine demon immortals of the Gods and Demons Palace were also discussing behind closed doors.

"Through a contact, I found that the little demon lord is still very emotional, and it seems that there is still hope for persuading him to come back. The Chief Great Demon Immortal said.

"Heavy feelings are heavy feelings, but it's a pity that his relationship with the Wuling Palace is even heavier, whether he will come back or not, I see if he will hang. A great demon fairy said.

"This is because we didn't know that he was a Little Demon Lord, and he was a disciple of Lingyun Mountain at that time, how could we have feelings for a disciple of Lingyun Mountain for no reason. It's different now, we now know that the little devil is the little devil, and we can also establish a very heavy relationship with the little devil, which will not be lighter than the Wuling Palace. Another Great Demon Immortal said.

"Yes, anyway, now you can't push the demon lord out, and as for how to ask back, you have to be a little more strategic, you can't pull it hard and you can't ignore it, let's discuss what to do. The Chief Great Demon Immortal said.

"You see, the Demon Lord is in a trance right now, which means that his heart is a little shaken, this is a good opportunity, a good opportunity to build a relationship. "A great demon immortal looked at the water mirror of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace, and on the water mirror was Mo Cong who was sleeping.

"Then hurry up and get in touch with the Demon Lord in the Netherworld, now there is only the Demon Lord alone in that place, it would be a pity to miss such a good opportunity. A great demon fairy said.

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Just when the heavenly realm was talking about Mo Cong's problem, Mo Cong was falling asleep in the cabin in a daze, this night was particularly long, so long that Mo Cong recalled many things for more than twenty years before dawn. After sleeping until later, the more awake he became, Mo Cong simply sat up.

"Why are you back again?" As soon as he sat up, he found that he was holding the Mawang Sword in his hand, and he couldn't help frowning and said.

Holding the Mawang knife and sitting for a while, Mo Cong got up and walked out of the wooden house to the small river under the moonlight, looking at the small moon shadows in the bubbling river.

"Is this the Kingdom of Rui or the Kingdom of Long?" Mo Cong looked at the moon shadow in the river and thought silently, not knowing where he was for a while.

I don't know how long I sat like this, the sky gradually brightened, and the surrounding grass and trees showed their silhouettes in the morning light, and after a while, the sun rose from the east, and sprinkled the light on the grassland obliquely, and the green grass and red sun were magnificent at a glance. Mo Cong sat quietly, watching, feeling the grassland scenery that he had not felt before.

I sat there until the morning, when the shadows of a dozen horses appeared at the end of the distant horizon, and the sound of horses' hooves was clearly discernible. Mo Cong was stunned for a moment and looked at the dozen or so horses carefully, some were snow-white and some were jujube red, one of them was sitting on a black horse with a girl, and the rest of the horses were empty.

A dozen horses galloped to the front, drinking water on the other side of the river across a small river, and the girl on the black horse did not dismount, but let her horse stand on the bank of the river and bow her head to drink.

"Girl, are you a villager here?" Mo Cong patted his ass and stood up and asked across the river.

"Who are you?" the girl was startled when she noticed someone in the grass on the other side.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person, I just want to ask...... Have you always lived here before?" Mo Cong hurriedly said with the most harmless expression. (To be continued......)