"I don't know if the news is accurate or not, but it seems that the Holy Son has abandoned his own cultivation."
The servant lowered his head and dared not look up.
For a while.
The servant held his breath and dared not breathe.
Although she didn't know what the relationship was between her master and the Holy Son of the Three Thousand Dao Sect, her master was very concerned about the news of the Holy Son.
After a long time.
The woman said coldly, "Go down and investigate. I want to know what happened."
"Master, rest assured, I will find out everything."
The servant stepped back a few steps and hurried out of the room.
So scary!
It really makes one tremble in the heart when one's own master gets angry.
The woman was alone in the room again.
The woman walked back to the bedside and looked out at the peaks of the Three Thousand Dao Sect. It was as if she saw that familiar face through layers of thick fog. "This time, I'm going to take you back to the Demon Clan."
......
The gate of Zuimeng Tower.
"Brother Wang, come back when you have time!"
"Be careful with the steps, walk slowly!"
Voices of flattery and fawning were heard one after another.
Two figures walked out of Zuimenglou, arm in arm, their faces still dangling drunkenly. Like other mortals who visited the brothel, their faces were full of satisfaction and a sense of unsatisfied desire. "Auntie Zhang, I will definitely come back when I have time. You must keep the prostitute from yesterday for me!"
Finished.
The two of them staggered out of the town.
These two people are none other than others.
It was the Jail Hall guard who was responsible for secretly protecting Lu Hen Ge.
See the two people walk away.
The madam, who had just been fawning, suddenly changed her expression and spat on the ground: "What a joke! You're always getting whores for free! I've opened a brothel and turned it into a harem for you two."
If it weren't for the fact that the two of them were disciples of the Three Thousand Dao Sect, she would have turned against them long ago.
Next second.
A figure appeared beside the madam.
The madam sensed the presence of someone and hurriedly bowed down: "Sir, those two people have been sent away."
"Is the demon seed well preserved?"
The servant asked indifferently.
The madam replied confidently, "Don't worry, sir. To be on the safe side, I have planted no less than ten demon seeds in those two people. It will only take half a day for the meridians of these two people to be infected with the demon seeds."
No one knows.
This Zuimenglou is run by the demon clan.
From the moment the demons knew that the Immortal Cauldron might be in the Three Thousand Dao Sect, they had already begun planning their plan to infiltrate the Three Thousand Dao Sect. This Zuimeng Tower was developed bit by bit right under the nose of the Three Thousand Dao Sect.
"I need to go out for a while."
"You must serve my master well."
"If my master is unhappy at all, you will die."
As soon as the words fell.
The servant disappeared in an instant.
The madam wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, twisted her big butt, and happily returned to Zuimenglou.
If she takes good care of the one upstairs, her future will be bright.
Besides.
She herself is a demon.
The royal family of the demon clan had no complaints when serving them, and even felt honored.
The madam is a shrewd person, especially since she has been among the human race for so long that she has learned the human race's wisdom. Although she doesn't know the purpose of the demon royal family coming here, she believes that there must be something big. If she can serve these adults well, maybe she can return to the demon clan.
The other side.
Two guards from the Prison Hall walked out of the town arm in arm, wandering towards the mountain of the Three Thousand Dao Sect.
The two of them had low cultivation levels, and because they were relaxed and careless, they didn't realize that someone was following them.
The Three Thousand Dao Sects have a sect protection formation.
But the formation did not cover the town.
That is to say.
At this moment, the two guards were not protected by the Three Thousand Dao Sect's formation.
Right at this moment.
A cool breeze blew by.
One of the guards turned back to look in the direction they came from, his eyes a little hazy: "Why do you feel a little cold?"
"We are cultivators and immortals. We are no longer afraid of cold or heat. How could we possibly feel cold?" Another guard burped. Normally, cultivators would not get drunk after drinking, but the Immortal Wine in Zuimeng Tower was not an ordinary wine. It was a fine wine brewed from spiritual fruits. Drinking too much would naturally make one drunk.
Hearing this.
The guard shrugged and no longer cared.
Maybe it's because I'm drunk, so I feel cold.
Cultivation is painful.
It was a rare opportunity to relax and I let my guard down for a moment.
It’s not their fault!
after all.
This is at the foot of the Three Thousand Dao Sect.
Right at this moment.
The coolness is getting stronger.
Both of them shuddered.
Next second.
The two men lost consciousness and fainted on the spot.
A figure appeared beside the two of them. The process was easier than they had imagined: "Three thousand disciples of Dao Sect, nothing special."
These disciples of the human race's immortal sect are too lax.
at this point.
The demons are much stronger.
The disciples in the Demon Clan Sect always remain extremely vigilant, because the competition within the Demon Clan Sect is equally cruel.
The human race’s immortal sects value exchanges among fellow disciples and stop when the time is right.
But the demons don't care about that.
If we fight, we will kill!
The demons are typical battle enthusiasts. They are cruel not only to their enemies but also to their own people.
This is also why the demon race’s territory is much smaller than that of the human race, but the quality of the demon race’s cultivators is one level higher than that of the human race.
The human race and the demon race have been fighting for many years, but the demon race has the upper hand.
The servant squatted down, his fingers twitching.
Streams of demonic energy penetrated into the bodies of the two men.
Immediately following.
The two guards' bodies exuded an alluring fragrance. Under the catalysis of the demonic energy, the demon seeds were rapidly taking root and sprouting in their bodies. In just a few breaths, it invaded the brains and souls of the two men.
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