I am a weakling, but I am regarded as the supreme holy devil by the righteous people.

The wonderful thing about life is that you never know what will happen next moment.

Don't give up when you encounter difficulties. If you don't work hard, you won't know... you can die even more ugly.

If one day you fall into a deep pit, don't rush to shout for help, because you may suffer even greater misfortune.

Someone will really throw stones into the pit!

——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Chapter 1549 of "My Diary" by Demon God Zhang

The sounds of people outside faded away and everything became quiet.

Zhang Mo came to the door and looked out through the crack in the door.

I saw people guarding the left and right sides.

Break in?

Well, with Zhang Mo's strength, how can I put it?

The weak among ordinary people, the waste in the farming world.

Not to mention fighting against the real demon cultivators outside. Even if someone comes who has no training at all, he can't beat him.

The only thing Zhang Mo is proud of in his life until now is that he has read for several years, is literate and has a flexible mind.

If it wasn't for bad luck, I was dragged up to the small holy mountain when I was looking for a place to poop after harvesting the grain. So now he should be thinking about going to the county to find his second uncle and get a job as an apprentice.

It seemed that sneaking out through the door was impossible.

Zhang Mo immediately looked around again, looking for any windows or anything like that.

After looking carefully, Zhang Mopi could not be found. He couldn't help but walk to the back of the meeting hall.

Pushing open a secret door, the surrounding lights suddenly brightened.

The reason why he was able to find this secret door was because when he was captured on the mountain, he saw Zhao Can hacking three people to death in the hall with his purple poisonous sword. Then the body was dragged away through the secret door here.

Although the meeting hall of Tianmo Sect is not large, it is secretly connected to a dark room leading underground.

After pushing open the secret door with all his strength, Zhang Mo walked cautiously into the dark room.

"There is an exit, there is an exit, there is an exit..."

Zhang Mo muttered something in his mouth, and then he saw the faint light of candles flickering in the dark room.

Quickening his pace, Zhang Mo came to the dark room.

First of all, Zhang Mo saw three broken corpses in the darkroom, and he was shocked.

"Every wrong has its owner, and every debt has its owner. I am not the one who kills people, so don't harm me!"

After muttering something in his mouth, Zhang Mo walked carefully past the three corpses.

It turned out that he didn't know why Zhao Can killed these three unfortunate ghosts. Now that he knew Zhao Can's plan, Zhang Mo immediately understood that these three corpses were probably used as scapegoats for Zhao Can and the others.

Taking a closer look, one of the corpses looked very similar to Zhao Can regardless of age or body shape, especially the left hand, which was dyed purple using a special method. It just corresponds to Zhao Canmohao, the Purple Hand Sword Demon.

Stepping over the corpse, Zhang Mo looked at the others in the room.

The darkroom is not big, and you can see all the way to the end at a glance.

A few empty boxes, some scattered books, and a small sacrificial altar against the wall.

Zhang Mozai carefully knocked on the surrounding walls. How they hoped to find a way out here.

Unfortunately, things backfired. There was no secret passage or hiding place here.

Zhang Mo was immediately discouraged. But thinking about it, if there was really a secret passage here, Zhao Can would not leave him in the main hall without worry.

With his only hope shattered, Zhang Mo kicked the box hard several times.

"ah!"

This sound was not only a vent, but more importantly, he kicked too hard and almost broke his toes.

Sitting on the ground, Zhang Mo gritted his teeth and looked around.

Looking at the furnishings here, we can tell that this darkroom should be where the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect stores things. The good things in the treasure chest have been snatched away long ago.

The books scattered around proved that the more powerful techniques had also been taken away.

The rest are probably garbage that others don't want.

Zhang Mo picked up a book and flipped through it randomly.

""Double Cultivation of Demonic Skills", if you want to practice this skill, you must first practice it from the palace. You must be sick, you have to practice it from the palace for dual cultivation. You have to practice both."

Pick up another book.

""Hands to Encourage Flowers and Seize Love", this is a skill on the feet. It requires sun and moon to practice the horse steps. Damn it, you are obviously calling the hands, but the last thing to practice is the feet, what rubbish!"

Zhang Mo was so angry that his liver hurt. He flipped through a few more books and found that the others were almost the same.

After watching for a while, Zhang Mo just figured it out. Most of these exercises are not for practicing, but for looking at paintings. The pictures of the topsy-turvy phoenix in it are quite exciting!

The previous sect leader was called the Ram-horned Demon King, but from Zhang Mo's perspective, it was clearly the Horned Demon King.

Angry Zhang Mo tore two books and was about to get up and leave.

Suddenly, another ancient book with a different look fell from the table into his arms.

When you touch it on your hand, the first thing you feel is that it is cold to the touch, which is different from other coquettish bitches.

When I looked at the name again, my eyes suddenly lit up.

""Sacrifice to Gods""

Looking at this lofty name, it looks like something good.

With the mentality of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, Zhang Mo immediately opened the booklet.

The first page, a painting, a few lines of text description.

"The method of sacrificing to the gods, as the name suggests, is the method of sacrificing to the gods of the void. This technique requires setting up an altar, offering sacrifices, and attracting the gods. No qualifications, no cultivation, no belief."

Zhang Mo was in a state of shock. Isn't this exactly what he needs now?

No qualifications, no cultivation, no faith required, this was simply tailor-made for him.

Looking at the altar painted in the book, Zhang Mo was even more stunned. He turned to look at the corner of the darkroom. The altar there was not exactly what the book said.

Zhang Mo quickly cleared the area around the altar. The small altar was made of bones and seemed to be mixed with various gems. It emitted five colors of light as required.

The altar is not big, and can probably hold a roast duck. But the strange thing is that there is nothing placed on the altar. Instead, someone has written four big characters with a red pen.

"X your uncle!"

Who is so bold and disrespectful to the gods, even the devil, is now Zhang Mo's only hope for survival.

Zhang Mo quickly dipped his clothes into his saliva and wiped off the red letters, and continued to flip through the book.

"After setting up the altar, I used my own blood as the first sacrifice, recited the sacrificial inscription, and dedicated it to the God of the Void. Then I obtained power from the God of the Void. Remember, after the sacrifice, there is no recovery. From then on, it becomes Those who worship the gods need to offer sacrifices to the gods every once in a while, otherwise they will violate the contract and suffer thousands of tribulations. The soul will fly into the sky and experience the pain of heaven and earth."

Zhang Mo simply ignored the subsequent reminder.

Without hesitation, he bit his finger and began to recite the sacrificial inscription.

"I call God with my blood, I pray to God with my soul. I sacrifice to God with my name, I believe in God with my heart..."

As the sacrificial inscriptions were read out, Zhang Mo suddenly felt a huge force beginning to gather on the altar.

It's going to be done, it's going to be done!

Finally, after Zhang Mo read out the last word, the blood on the altar changed instantly and formed words.

"The contract is made!"