Mo Lian's voice stopped suddenly.

There was a painful expression on her face, and suddenly her whole body was suspended high in the air.

Several strands of dark red silk thread wrapped around her neck and penetrated into her body, causing her whole body to twitch in pain.

But in her ears, Jun Shitian's extremely cold voice sounded.

"So what? I only have this one daughter. To me, the entire demon clan together is not as important as her. If the gods dare to touch my daughter, I will kill the gods; if the demons dare to hurt my daughter, I will kill them.

Destroy the demon!"

"You said that I am not qualified to be the Demon Lord. OK, if you have the ability, come and kill me and take away the position of the Demon Lord. Otherwise, shut up and die!!"

Mo Lian only felt something tightening her demonic core, causing her vitality to drain away rapidly.

The face hidden behind the black veil finally showed an expression of fear, and a painful and weak cry for mercy came out of the slightly opened mouth.

Jun Shitian sneered, thinking that she was Zhongli's disciple, he still didn't kill her and threw her aside.

Mo Lian straightened up in embarrassment and looked up at the demon servants in the priest's hall.

She thought these people would be angry and disappointed at what Jun Shitian had just said.

However, what caught his eye were expressions of adoration that were more excited than the last.

Mo Lian's face under the black gauze was almost distorted.

Are these people idiots? Are these people stupid?!

The supreme leader of the Demon Clan only cares about his own daughter and does not care about the future of hundreds of millions of Demon Clan beings. Why do they still worship and follow such a Demon Lord?

Xue Ji looked at her distorted face and suddenly giggled, her branches trembling with laughter, "Tsk tsk tsk, Black Lotus Saint, if I remember correctly, you seem to have been brought back by Lord Zhongli from the human spiritual cultivator.

Bar?"

"It seems that you are also a descendant of the Heavenly Demon. You were a spiritual cultivator before, but you turned into a demon cultivator thirty years ago. However, your cultivation status has changed, but your thinking seems to have not changed much from before!

Do you think we demons are as hypocritical as wanting to practice spirituality?"

"You want to use the disgusting methods of spiritual cultivation to morally kidnap the Demon Lord, hehe, are you overthinking it? We, the Demon Clan, are not into this kind of thing!"

What the demons are excited about is freedom, self, and true love and sex.

They will cooperate and establish some necessary rules, but they will not let these titles hinder their freedom.

Even those who have dedicated their demon souls to follow them will not hesitate to cut off their ties with those demon souls if they feel that they are with the wrong person. They would rather lose their cultivation than live against their own will.

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In the eyes of the demon clan, being able to stand on the highest position like the demon king to protect one's daughter and guard one's important things is extremely enviable and worshipful, and is the goal they pursue throughout their lives.

It's a big joke that Mo Lian wants to use spiritual practice to sow discord.

Jun Shitian glanced at the demon servant in the priest's hall with cold eyes: "Didn't you hear my order?"

The demon servants suddenly came back to their senses and looked at Mo Lian with hesitation on their faces.

But in the end, he walked forward and said, "Holy Lady, please leave the priest's hall."

"Get away! Get away!!"

Mo Lian screamed and pushed the demon servant away, staggering towards Jun Shitian.
Chapter completed!