The cultivators saw a little girl who looked like a ball of flesh in this dangerous forest full of demonic beasts.
One of the female cultivators stepped forward and asked Yao Yao, "Little girl, are you alone?"
"Me and my brother," Yao Yao answered, her chubby cheeks adorable as she asked, "Is the Demon Lord you mentioned handsome, sister?"
"It's beautiful!"
"I've heard that the Demon Lord... is incredibly handsome, just like the Supreme Elder of the Spirit Cloud Sect, a rare beauty in the mortal world." The female cultivator covered her mouth with her finger and giggled.
Oh! A stunning beauty?
That would be fine... to warm the bed. Yao Yao swallowed the meat skewer in her mouth.
The female cultivator couldn't help but laugh when she heard that the Demon Lord had been brought to warm the bed. She said, "Little sister, do you know that the Demon Lord has lived for hundreds of thousands of years? I heard he was just one step away from entering the Earth Immortal Realm. Are you sure... you want to bring him to warm the bed?"
"It's to warm my mother's bed."
I don't care what level they're at; if they don't listen, I'll beat them up.
Sooner or later, I'll beat him into submission." Yao Yao proudly raised her head.
But in his heart he was thinking, "Has he entered the Earth Immortal realm?"
If open methods don't work, we have to use covert ones; even trapping him will be done by his mother.
My mother just likes pretty things.
She made up her mind and stood up from the ground, her fleshy body bulging.
"Your clothes are... nice!" A male cultivator blocked Yao Yao's path.
The female cultivator who started seemed to have a hard time, and said to her companion, "She's still just a doll."
What's wrong with the baby?
"It's a pity she's wearing such fine spiritual robes." The male cultivator looked at Yao Yao with a sly smile, but in his heart he was thinking that this little girl was really born well, and her spiritual root was even better. If he sold her to be a tool for dual cultivation, he could definitely get a lot of spirit stones.
Yao Yao glanced at him coldly and said in a childish voice, "Noisy."
Before she could even make a move, the male cultivator clutched his neck and collapsed to the ground, leaving his companions stunned.
The female cultivator also took several steps back, looking at Yao Yao with a terrified expression.
She imagined Yao Yao as a young master or lady from a prominent family who had come out to gain experience.
"Thank you, big sister." Yao Yao casually tossed a handful of spirit stones to the female cultivator, then turned around and, without bothering to clean up the roasted demon beasts, carried the two demon beasts and stepped onto the vines, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Yuan Yuan helplessly followed behind her younger sister.
His younger sister is a troublemaker; he'd better keep a close eye on her.
The female cultivator looked tremblingly at the spirit stone in her hand, then at her fallen companion, and lamented that she was fortunate to have been kind-hearted.
Otherwise, she would have died too.
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Hundreds of thousands of miles away.
The ancestral land of the demon race, inside the Demon Palace.
A stunningly handsome man was sitting there.
Flames flickered on his forehead, but his eyes were cold and devoid of any warmth.
Beside it crouched a small, transformed demon beast, its eyes devoid of any smile, its forehead adorned with a black hell flower.
A defiant smirk played on his lips. "Demon Lord, why did the Demon Queen sleep with you and then run away?"
In the vast Demon Palace, only this little demon beast dared to be so talkative as to question the supreme Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord's cold eyes were like knives. He lazily shifted his position on the demon chair and glanced at the little demon beast. "She just thought I was a dead man."
The little demon beast, however, was completely unaffected by the Demon Lord's oppressive aura and sneered, "Then why didn't we just throw you away?"
"Do you find... your ugliness too much, Demon Lord?"
The maids serving in the Demon Palace didn't dare to breathe; the air seemed to freeze.
The little monster, I don't know where it got the courage from, felt uncomfortable if it didn't poke the Demon Lord every day.
He slept with her and then ran away.
Is the Demon Lord ugly?
How dare you speak of the Demon Lord like that?
The Demon Lord's face has been virtually unmatched on this continent for hundreds of thousands of years.
Even if female cultivators saw it, they could still betray their sect and follow him.
"You want a beating, don't you?" The Demon Lord finally snapped.
Having lived for hundreds of thousands of years, apart from being defeated by Master Xiao Ruochen, no one in this world has ever dared to speak to him like that.
The little monster stood up and gave a nonchalant yawn.
She turned back and gave him a cold look, "Demon Lord, it's just a woman. I'll go and get her for you."
"snort!
He was boasting. "Even the Demon Lord can be so childish."
He pressed his palm to his forehead, gritted his teeth, and said disdainfully, "Stay away from me."
"Alright, see you later." The little demon beast was too lazy to waste words with the Demon Lord.
He wrapped the vines at his feet around his wrists.
But what he was really thinking was, "The Demon Queen is a female disciple of the Hehuan Sect?"
I've heard that the major sects are planning an attack on the Demon Clan, and the Demon Queen might even be among them?
He was determined to find the Demon Queen.
He wanted to see just how beautiful the woman who could dump the Demon Lord was.
Once outside the palace, the demon elder serving him was sweating profusely and pleaded, "My Lord, could you please stop talking back to the Demon Lord in the future?"
That's kind of scary.
"Don't follow me, I'm going to find the Demon Queen." The little demon beast Mingyan proudly raised its head, its eyes darting around, its mind full of wicked ideas.
The elder who was serving him was so frightened that his heart was pounding, and he shamelessly followed him around.
His natal beast as the Demon Lord is also the guardian beast of the Demon Realm.
There can be no mistakes.
"My divine beast, although you have already taken human form."
However, even reputable sects have many cultivators with profound skills; you are no match for them.
"If I don't say I'm the Demon Lord's natal beast, who will know?" Mingyan said, using magic to cover the black hell flower on his forehead.
The demon elder opened his mouth, but then remained silent.
This little brat is spoiled by the Demon Lord; he doesn't listen to anyone.
Wuyue Spirit City is the front line in the battle between the immortal cultivation sects and the demon race.
Xiao Mo'er had just arrived with the Lingyun Sect and hadn't even disembarked from the spaceship when she was caught in the massive attack by the Demon Clan.
They were forced to face the demons' attack on the spaceship before they even had time to prepare.
As Xiao Mo'er soared into the air, looking down at the densely packed demons below, her brain nearly exploded.
There were far more than a few hundred thousand demons; they were an overwhelming swarm, more numerous than locusts in modern times.
The key point is that those born from demons... are truly hideous, with all sorts of appearances.
Some of them have gaping maws that can swallow human heads.
Some have eight heads and seven legs, while others are covered in feet and specialize in sucking the blood of cultivators.
Several elders at the Tribulation Transformation stage and the Mahayana stage took the lead and fought against the demons.
Then, there are cultivators at the Body Condensation stage, the Primordial Spirit stage, the Nascent Soul stage, and finally, the Golden Core stage.
In this way, no fewer than several thousand demons crashed into them head-on.
Xiao Mo'er swung her spirit sword and clashed head-on with the three demons.
Those demons had thick skin and flesh; even when struck by a spirit sword, no blood was drawn.
Even so, she could only move forward, with no chance to turn back.
Following behind were fellow disciples in the Qi Refining stage.
Even if she has an invincible domain, it won't help.
Especially under the watchful eyes of others, she dared not use it rashly, lest she attract unwanted attention.
The cultivation sects are really going to fight the demons, otherwise they wouldn't be on such a large scale.
Blood and flesh flew everywhere, making Xiao Mo'er's scalp tingle.
Just as the cultivation sects were gradually losing ground, the demons suddenly retreated.
Xiao Mo'er fell from the sky and collapsed to the ground, struggling to even breathe.
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