Chapter 92: Driving the Sect Master to the Shelf

Who said I can't play a musical instrument?

I'm good at playing the retreat drum.

——Taken from the 6990th chapter of "My Diary" by Zhang Moshen, the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth

Demon Sect.

"The boat is coming!"

"The boat is really coming!"

"The old dog wants us to set off immediately, and his manpower is definitely not enough."

"Okay, I'll go find the sect leader now!"

After receiving the news, Yang Shuo and Lao Li made a decision immediately.

Time is running out. In their opinion, what they are fighting for now is the time difference. If the righteous coalition forces react, everything will be in vain.

When they came to the back garden, the guarding demon soldiers naturally did not dare to stop Yang Shuo, and bowed to make way.

Yang Shuo strode in and saw Zhang Mo who was busy at a glance.

Wait, what is the sect leader doing?

What a big one...

"What's the matter? Get out of here if you don't have time!"

Zhang Mo was busy and had no time to pay attention to Yang Shuo.

Yang Shuo quickly took out the passage: "Master, the big fish has arrived!"

"What big fish? You arrange it yourself!"

Zhang Mo waved his hands repeatedly, as if he didn't hear anything at all.

Yang Shuo quickly retreated. Of course, he didn't think that Zhang Mo really didn't hear it.

Just kidding, how smart is the master, how can he not know the importance of the "big fish" at this time?

It's just that the master has never taken the righteous reinforcements seriously. This is the domineering from the strong, you can't refuse it!

But the master can do this, but he can't.

After suffering a loss two days ago, Yang Shuo now requires that everything be commanded in place.

Walking back to the back hall quickly, Lao Li was already waiting anxiously.

"What did the Sect Master say?"

Yang Shuo nodded and said, "Everything is going according to plan. Remember, Lao Li, you must not let anyone know that the Sect Master has left the Little Holy Mountain. Once the Righteous Alliance knows, they will definitely guess what we are going to do. You better keep your mouth shut."

"Don't worry, I won't say a word about life-threatening matters, otherwise I would have died long ago!"

Lao Li made repeated assurances.

Yang Shuo nodded and said, "After we leave, everything in the sect will remain the same, and we will continue to strengthen our defenses!"

Old Li smiled and said, "Don't worry, the sect is very safe. The battle on your side is the most important. By the way, when you come back, you must describe to me how the sect master slaughtered the righteous reinforcements. In the end, he swallowed the world in one mouthful, or shattered the mountains and rivers with one hand, shouted a sword, and turned his vitality into a horse, so terrifying!"

Yang Shuo laughed and said, "I'll tell you when I can come back alive. Let's go, where is the carriage?"

Old Li said, "It will be here soon. You really don't want to leave at night?"

Yang Shuo said, "These night owls in the sect are more energetic at night than during the day. They howl like cats in heat. It's better to leave during the day, so as not to... They were suspicious. If others ask, you can say that I led the team to patrol. "

"I know, how could I not know this? Don't worry, everything is fine. Including the master's carriage, I have arranged for the light to be sealed, and the Soul Chasing Seal will be useless."

"Well, well done."

"Old Yang, why don't you say that the master doesn't remove the Soul Chasing Seal? It's not very difficult. With the master's realm, he could have removed it long ago."

"Hehe, why should he remove it? The master might like to have more light on his body. One day, he will be covered with Soul Chasing Seals and walk out like a rainbow man, so impressive, and scare those righteous hypocrites to death."

"That makes sense!"

"Right, the master is still fun!"

...

Chatting for a few words, and then getting down to business.

Arrange the team and call people. The demon cultivators who were going to Gugang City this time had already been arranged. Except for Yang Shuo, no one else knew where they were going.

They even thought that Yang Shuo was just going to take them to patrol various cities. After all, not many people in the entire Tianmo Sect knew the detailed plan for such a crucial event.

In addition to the three elders, there was only the Sect Master Zhang Mo.

After a while, the carriage arrived at the back garden, and the other demon soldiers were called away by Lao Li in advance with a reason, saying that the Sect Master wanted to go into seclusion, and no one else was allowed to approach.

This reason was very formal and very common. Zhang Mo actually did not see anyone in the sect most of the time. For most demon cultivators, it made no difference whether he went into seclusion or not. It was definitely not a problem to fool him for a few days, and Lao Li was even sure that he could keep it a secret for more than a month.

After waiting for a while, Zhang Mo came out with a tired face, and then he saw Yang Shuo who had been waiting for him for a long time.

"You wait for me? Is there something?"

Zhang Mo asked.

Yang Shuo opened the door of the carriage and said, "Sect Master, please."

Zhang Mo did not think much about it. Yang Shuo, who had signed a soul-sealing contract, could he still harm him?

After getting on the carriage, Zhang Mo asked softly, "Did you come to see me just now?"

Yang Shuo hummed, and then immediately closed the door.

"Let's go!"

The demon cultivator driving the carriage commanded the black horse to drift beautifully, and then the wheels rolled away with smoke and dust.

Yang Shuo himself rode on a lightly armored black horse and quickly followed.

The carriage quickly went down the Little Holy Mountain, and Zhang Mo was still a little at a loss sitting in the car.

"What's going on? Where are we going? Didn't you say there was a big fish? Do we have to eat it outside?"

Then, Zhang Mo opened the window and saw a group of demon cultivators following him, and there were more and more people.

This scene doesn't look like they are going to eat fish, but more like they are going to rob the fisherman's wife.

Suddenly, Zhang Mo finally came to his senses.

Wait, the big fish doesn't mean the righteous reinforcements are coming!

Fuck, I don't want to go!

Who wants to follow you to intercept and kill the reinforcements of the Right Way!

Am I still unclear about my own strength?

Once you leave, you will never return, you will be buried in the green hills, and you will be damned!

It's over, it's over.

You will be punished for pretending!

Yang Shuo, you hurt me!

Zhang Mo originally thought very well. When the time comes, he can find an excuse, such as saying that he has practiced too much and cannot fight, etc., and just put it off.

Of course, as the sect leader, he would not fail to help.

Wouldn't I take the time to help you refine a batch of wishing pots?

Use it to pour some shit, put some thunderbolts, etc., and you can go to the battlefield.

Even if it doesn't kill people, it can still disgust them. After all, it was the sect leader who "joined the war".

As for whether he wins or not, just kidding, does it have anything to do with him?

Will he have a better chance of winning if he goes?

It's fine now. He didn't bring the pot with him. He didn't have anything to defend himself, so he had to rush to the battlefield.

Moreover, it seems that these demon cultivators are pointing at him to fight against the opponent's masters.

Zhang Mo hugged his head in the carriage. He seemed to have seen the outcome of being beaten into an idiot with one punch and completely burped with two punches.

Wait a minute, maybe he can burp with one punch instead of two punches.

What now?

What now?

If you want to put a duck on the shelf, it has to be a duck!

What's the point of catching a bedbug?

Of course, my dignified sect leader cannot be a bed bug. Only now, it's possible to die like a bed bug that was stepped on.

Gotta find a way.

We have to think of a solution quickly.

Escape? surrender? Or should he just take the chance and gamble that the other party will covet his handsome face and body without eight-pack abs?

Uh, it seems that none of them work well!