Of course, these words cannot be said to Mo Zhu, as the Lord of the Demon Palace has already thought of another explanation.
His face was still filled with anger. "Palace Master Mo, do you really think that my cooperation with you is based solely on luck and trust? Wrong!"
The Demon Palace Master pointed at his own eyes and said, "Although I am a casual cultivator, I am not without opportunities. With my eyesight, I can easily see that this booklet has been modified.
Palace Master Mo, I have treated you with sincerity, and you are truly chilling by doing this!"
The Demon Palace Master was talking nonsense, but Mo Zhu believed it to 80%.
This person spoke so confidently about the falsehood and alteration, and everything he said came true, it was hard for her not to believe it.
Mo Zhu's face looked a little ugly. The Demon Palace Master's angry words were really a slap in her face.
But when he thought of the six hundred corpses, Mo Zhu couldn't get angry. He swallowed his anger and said harshly, "What do you want to do?"
"What can I do?"
The Demon Palace Master had a face that showed he was suppressing his anger. "As long as the Palace Master is willing to reveal the real thing, I will treat this matter as a misunderstanding and will not hold it against me."
Mo Zhu laughed upon hearing this, and sneered, "The Devil Heaven Art is a top-level inheritance of the sixth rank, which can be cultivated all the way to the Spiritual Transformation Stage. You have only been driving me for a hundred years, doing some small errands, and you think you are worthy of getting your hands on the complete and authentic version?!"
"So what if we're not worthy? This is the agreement between you and me."
The Demon Palace Master stopped addressing him by his honorific title and looked at Mo Zhu with a gloomy expression, "Now is an extraordinary period. Mo Zhu, do you really want to inherit a secret technique and destroy the only hope of the Underworld invading Dongzhou in tens of thousands of years?"
Mo Zhu's expression changed slightly, and then he laughed fiercely: "I can complete the plan without you!"
"Does your confidence come from the Tianqing Pavilion or the Fengyue Sect?"
The Demon Palace Master stared at Mo Zhu and laughed strangely, "Feng Yue Sect is very far away from here, we can't catch up at all!
Tianqing Pavilion could have made it in time, but their goals from the beginning were inconsistent with yours. They only helped you out of convenience, never with all their heart.
If you really count on these two, I advise Palace Master Mo to give up on this idea!"
As soon as these words came out, Mo Zhu's face suddenly changed, "...You!"
"I want to ask why I know so much?"
The Demon Palace Master smiled sinisterly, "Palace Master Mo, I know much more than you think, but we have no conflicts on a daily basis, so I am too lazy to talk about it.
I even know that this "Heavenly Demonic Art" is not as you say, it can completely block the erosion of Yin Qi, it just slows it down."
Having said that, Mo Zhu's expression became even uglier, and there was even a hint of fear mixed in with his anger.
All along, the Lord of the Demon Palace had behaved extremely obediently, silently, and even a little foolishly in front of her.
But the Lord of the Demon Palace standing in front of him today seemed to be a different person, becoming cunning, vicious and aggressive!
She took a deep breath, trying her best to remain calm in front of the Demon Palace Master. "If you knew this, why did you continue to cooperate with me? Aren't you afraid of dying from the erosion of the Yin Qi?"
"Don't worry about that, Palace Master Mo. I have my own solution."
The Demon Palace Master stared at Mo Zhu, "Time is running out. Palace Master Mo, are you sure you want to delay any further?"
"Palace Master Duan, you... are very good!"
Mo Zhu forced himself to suppress the urge to slap the Demon Palace Master to death with one palm, and took out a black leather-covered booklet from the ring and threw it to the Demon Palace Master.
She waved her sleeve again, sealing the exit to the underground core. She said grimly, "This time it's the real thing! You have plenty of time to verify its authenticity. Once you teach the First Guardian to carry the corpse into the glazed passage, I will let you go."
The Demon Palace Master received the booklet, and the anger on his face instantly subsided, and he grinned: "Senior Mo will not tolerate any mistakes, I understand.
"But Senior Mo, all of my Demon Palace disciples have perished, and we don't have enough personnel to escort the bodies here. We are truly helpless. Please inform the Tianqing Pavilion and be on guard against any accidents. If the bodies are destroyed along the way, I will not be held responsible."
Anger flashed in Mo Zhu's eyes, and he snorted coldly: "I don't need you to remind me!"
Seeing her extremely bad attitude, the Demon Palace Master did not care and simply sat down cross-legged and began to study the last level of the "Demon Heaven Art" as if no one was around.
Mo Zhu looked away from him.
It is not easy to get angry when one has cultivated to her level. However, she was forced to this point by the Lord of the Demon Palace today, and he made an exception and passed on the inherited mental method. It was really frustrating.
She already had murderous intent in her heart, but now was not the time to deal with trivial matters.
Suppressing everything in his mind, the anger in Mo Zhu's eyes disappeared, he regained his composure and began to communicate with all parties.
Upon receiving the news, Tianqing Pavilion immediately sent Yin Tiannu, who was stationed in Fangcunji, to provide support.
After receiving the news, Fengyuemen, who were already on the way, rushed to their destination at an even faster speed.
While the underworld was taking action in a hurry, Xiang Sheng and the other person who were above the desert finally waited for the person they were waiting for.
Swish!
Several large spirit boats came from the sky at an incredible speed, and arrived in front of the secret realm of Demon King Valley in the blink of an eye.
There was a buzzing sound in the void, and the Demon King Valley emerged from hiding. A door opened, and Xiang Sheng followed the old Demon King out. He saw Jiang Yi standing on the spirit boat in the front.
Beside Jiang Yi, the master of Baihua Valley, Yin Lu, had white hair and a murderous look between his brows. The dozen or so people behind him also had a cold aura, and none of them had a cultivation level lower than the late Jindan stage.
Jiang Yi also saw Xiang Sheng, his expression slightly complicated, but he regained his composure in an instant, "Old Demon King, I have already notified Guimu Valley and Qianxing Palace. They are on their way and will be here soon."
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