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

As the saying goes: There are no rubbish abilities, only rubbish people.

I want to say, fart.

There should be no garbage people in this world, but there are so many garbage people that they even have the ability to despise garbage.

——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Chapter 3 of "My Diary" by Demon God Zhang

"Ah! Damn it!"

In the meeting hall, Zhang Mo, who had canceled the motionless motion, immediately fell into rage.

At this time, he finally understood why there were four characters "Uncle X" on the altar.

That's not blasphemy, that's a sincere "compliment."

With this super rubbish ability given by Void, the words "X your uncle" are not enough to describe Zhang Mo's current mood.

Zhang Mo stepped on and swung the "God Sacrifice Method" repeatedly.

If it weren't for the amazing toughness of this thing, Zhang Mo would have torn it into pieces.

Zhang Mo, who didn't believe in evil, tried to use it a few more times.

It is indeed the best among garbage, the best among garbage.

I can't move, I can't move at all, let alone move forward, I can't even lift a finger.

Although I can blink and speak, what's the use of just blinking and speaking?

The only way Zhang Mo could think of using it was "ridicule!"

Say, "If you dare, beat me to death!"

I thought that after saying these words, he could die with more dignity.

"No, I can't die. I haven't married yet, how can I die!"

Zhang Mo ran to the door and started banging on the door and shouting frantically.

But the door has been locked, and the new gatekeepers have been replaced. They are two old cripples playing chess in the distance.

Judging from his appearance, he is probably a little deaf. You said you are disabled, why are you still a demon cultivator?

Zhang Mo was furious, but he couldn't open the door.

In other places, he is even more unable to hit.

After struggling for several hours, it was finally late at night.

Zhang Mo has not drunk a sip of water or eaten a grain of rice until now, and he has completely lost his energy.

At this moment, Zhao Can and others also took advantage of the dark clouds covering the moon and entered the tunnel from somewhere on the mountain.

The dungeon was wide enough for one person to walk normally. Zhao Can, Bald Man, and Shougou walked in sequence, their pace neither fast nor slow.

All around the tunnel were buried magic fire thunderbolts. They looked like ordinary rocks, but in fact they were enough to blow up half the mountain.

At the same time, on the other side, in the Cangzhu Forest, a group of righteous warriors also entered the tunnel. Only seven or eight people were left to guard the exit. The rest, fully armed, quickly walked through the tunnel.

Two groups of people came from the opposite side. Zhao Can and others didn't know that the tunnel exit of Cangzhu Forest had already been exposed.

Halfway through the walk, Zhao Can and the other three were still chatting about whether they should go to the Soul Sect and find a bigger magic gate to rely on after the golden cicada escapes from its shell.

It is difficult for demon cultivators like them who have done many evil things to survive on their own. They must either join a large demon sect or completely retreat into the mountains and forests to end their lives.

As he was walking, Zhao Can suddenly heard footsteps coming from ahead.

"who?"

Zhao Can immediately pulled out his sword. It was not a good thing to hear other people's footsteps in the tunnel.

The person on the opposite side seemed to have stopped at this time, but as Zhao Can drew his sword, a dazzling purple light came out, and the opposite side immediately exclaimed "Purple Hand Sword Demon!"

Following this exclamation, a white light rushed directly in front of Zhao Can.

When the sword light opens, it blooms like a white lotus.

Zhao Can couldn't dodge in this small space, so he could only retreat continuously, and at the same time said in shock: "White Lotus Sword Lord."

It was obvious that the other party was a well-known and decent warrior, and his cultivation level had surpassed the mortal realm and reached the level of swordsmanship.

Zhao Can's magic martial arts and the opponent's sword martial realm are generally the same, they are just two names.

But when it comes to fighting, it's obvious that Lord White Lotus Sword is better.

Zhao Can clearly knew that most of his abilities lay in the purple claws on his left hand. If he only competed with sword techniques, he would definitely lose.

"Back off, back off!"

Zhao Can shouted back again and again, and the bald man walking at the back turned around and ran away. But before he could take two steps, he suddenly saw a knife floating in front of him.

Immediately, a human face emerged from the blade, and then the human body squeezed out.

"Hide the knife!"

The bald man called out this person's name. He was the famous knife madman in the sect, Hidden Knife!

Being flanked from both sides, it was such a cramped place.

The bald man suddenly thought to himself, it’s over!

Gritting his teeth, the bald man suddenly took out the ignition stone.

"Don't move, or I'll blow you up!"

The bald man had a fierce look on his face, but Zhao Can exclaimed: "No!"

Before Bald Man could react, Zangdao turned around and cut off Bald Man's right arm with a flash of sword light.

The ignition stone flew out with the bald man's arm, drawing a dazzling spark on the tunnel wall.

Then everyone heard a sizzling sound.

Zhao Can's eyes widened, and all the decent warriors also stopped.

"No, it's the Thunderbolt Demonic Fire!"

"Withdraw!"

"retreat!"

There were shouts, but it was too late.

There was only a bang, the tunnel collapsed, and then a series of explosions sounded.

In the meeting hall, Zhang Mo also heard the noise outside, and saw through the crack in the door that the two old cripples who were playing chess were running away down the mountain.

It's over, it's all over!

The explosion started, Zhao Can's plan was successful, and he was going to be the scapegoat.

Zhang Mo was filled with grief and anger, but there was nothing he could do.

The entire hall began to shake, and Zhang Mo's heart became gloomy.

Turning around, Zhang Mo walked back to the sect leader's chair and sat down slowly.

That's all, maybe this is my destiny.

Pity my parents, the children can no longer fulfill their filial piety.

Closing his eyes, Zhang Mo pressed the chair with both hands and whispered: "Still as still as a mountain!"

There are tricks to use, it is not a waste.

It's okay to die with dignity!

boom!

The ground shattered, the meeting hall completely collapsed, the roof collapsed, and countless gravel fell, but it didn't hit Zhang Mo. It was lucky.

From a distance, the entire small holy mountain began to collapse after a series of explosions. Starting from the top of the mountain, countless huge gravels rolled down.

"Ah! Master!"

"Oh my god, Jianjun and the others are still inside!"

Outside the bamboo forest, the few remaining righteous people stared wide-eyed.

The demon cultivators who were still alive at the foot of Little Holy Mountain also looked at the top of the mountain in shock.

"It's over, the Demon Sect is completely over!"

As the explosion ended, everything fell to the ground.

Bodies were buried in the tunnel, and no one could climb out.

"Ah! Master!"

Several righteous people rushed to the small holy mountain in grief and anger, drew their swords, and tried to fight for their lives.

But after taking a few steps, he was held tightly by someone again.

"Don't go, Xiaoran, look!"

At this time, someone with sharp eyes pointed to the top of the mountain.

Everyone looked at it, and there seemed to be a vague figure there.

After waiting for a while, the dark clouds dissipated and the moonlight shone on the earth again.

And just under the moonlight, a figure, an iron and stone chair, hung in the sky.

Like a god!