I have become a deity, right? The deity regrets, but I don't

"Lord, my eldest brother hasn't come out yet?"

"Shen Juwang sacrificed his life to save me. From now on, you will be the next leader of the Shen Abandoned Clan."

After Ling Kongli returned to the land abandoned by the gods, Shen Junian couldn't wait to ask about the whereabouts of Shen Juwang.

Ling Kongli's response was not a lie. Without God Juwang's sacrifice, he really would not be able to stand here intact.

As for losing one of Yazun's subordinates, Ling Kongli didn't feel bad at all.

One's own strength is the most reliable reliance. Now that his combat power is comparable to that of Bizun, the existence of God Juwang is no longer so important.

"Brother! Woohoo...have a good trip..."

Shen Junian's crying and howling is sincere and really sad.

It instantly infected everyone in the Shenqi clan, causing them all to fall into sadness and grief.

However, due to the induction of the demon species, Ling Kongli also understood that Shen Junian also breeds something called ambition in his grief.

Ling Kongli turned a blind eye to this, and even hoped to see it like this.

Ambition brings great motivation. Which person in power doesn't want his subordinates to have chicken blood?

As long as it doesn't threaten your position, the more active you are, the better.

"You can arrange Shen Juwang's funeral. Call me if you need me to come forward. I need to retreat for a while."

"During this period, someone from the Yuhao Immortal Sect will come. They are one of our own. Just let Feng Xixi be responsible for the connection."

"Lord... Lord, Ye Xiu...?"

"Dead, if you bother me next time, it won't be as simple as losing an arm."

Ling Kongli was about to leave after finishing speaking, but unexpectedly Feng Xixi interrupted at an inappropriate time.

brush!

Thousands of sword energy flew around Feng Xixi like strokes, and one of them directly cut off her left arm.

If it weren't for Feng Xixi's father, Feng Shengzhou, it would still be useful. At this time, Feng Xixi's head would be in a different place.

"Yes...my lord, I know my mistake."

After Ling Kongli finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot.

Feng Xixi did not dare to neglect, and quickly kowtowed to the place where Ling Kongli disappeared to apologize.

It wasn't until his head was bleeding that he swallowed the healing elixir for healing.

What surprised Feng Xixi was that she didn't feel the pain from the incision on her right arm was painful, but actually enjoyed it...

The thought of Ling Kongli's contemptuous look on her before leaving made her even more excited and trembled all over.

He looked at me!

With Ling Kongli's methods, how could she not guess Ye Xiu's fate? Her erratic intervention was just to attract Ling Kongli's attention.

Even with just one glance, Feng Xixi felt that he had made a profit!

Not to mention that Ling Kongli spoke to her.

"My Lord is really attractive to the opposite sex..."

Shen Junian saw the joy on Feng Xixi's face and felt that there was something wrong with her brain.

Too lazy to pay attention to her, he went to prepare for Shen Juwang's funeral and his own succession ceremony.

As for informing Ling Kongli, he would never dare to do so. He knew that what Ling Kongli said before was just polite words.

He didn't want to be like Feng Xixi with only one arm left.

…

Lingkong had not been in seclusion for a long time. He only spent two months to consolidate his cultivation.

As the Life and Death Pearl and the Demonic Sword destroyed the world, the Killing God Tower respectively guarded Ling Kongli's "Jing Qi Shen" to help him survive the Three Yuan Tribulation.

During the process of retreat, Ling Kongli became more and more familiar with these three nine-turn supreme weapons. To be precise... it should be just that he became more and more familiar with the Demonic Sword of Destruction.

After all, she is the only one who never had Ling Kongli in her previous life.

"These three supreme instruments come from the same lineage and resonate with each other at the same frequency. With them, I don't seem to have to worry about the imbalance of the three elements of 'jing,qi,shen'."

"In this case, Qianxiu is too useless for me. Killing people is more suitable for me."

After Ling Kongli found a way to quickly consolidate his foundation, he thought silently in his heart and ended the retreat.

For a moment, a vast wave of demonic energy came from Ling Kongli's retreat room, rolling and surging like a wave.

boom!

A dazzling black-red light shot up into the sky, piercing the sky in the land abandoned by God.

In that light, Ling Kongli's figure gradually emerged, his long black hair fluttering in the wind, and his whole body exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

Ling Kong Li stepped into the void and looked down at the people below who were all planted with demon seeds.

The monks from the Shenqi Clan and Yuhao Immortal Sect had already knelt down and kowtowed in unison, shouting in unison.

"The Demon Lord is unparalleled! He will become immortal!"

"The Demon Lord is unparalleled! He will become immortal!"

…

Their voices were full of fanaticism and loyalty. They were sown with demon seeds that they were willing to do anything for Ling Kongli at any cost.

In response, a trace of satisfaction flashed in Ling Kongli's eyes.

The Huang Quan Blood Clothes appeared, and with a wave of Ling Kongli's hand, the Huang Quan Blood Clothes separated into thousands of pieces of Huang Quan Blood Water and floated towards the crowd, fitting their faces and turning into masks.

The underworld blood mask can not only conceal their identity, but also block the investigation of spiritual thoughts. When the underworld blood water is exhausted, it can even control them to self-destruct.

In short, everyone wearing the mask has lost their original identity.

At this time, they have a common identity: the Forgotten Demons.

"I, the contemporary Demon Lord Jun Daoming, today founded the Demon Sect, Wangchuan."

"You should follow me in the five regions and go out in the name of shocking me to forget the river!"

kill!

kill!

kill!

The screams of the Forgotten Demons resounded through the sky, and under the influence of Ling Kongli, the murderous intent of the Forgotten Demons became even more intense.

Following Ling Kongli's guidance, they left the Forsaken Land and rushed towards Zhongzhou.

At this time, Zhongzhou, Tianyan Immortal Sect.

Ye Qianshuang had just finished her retreat, and her cultivation was consolidated at the eighth level of the sixth turn.

Her beautiful eyes slightly opened, and she felt something in her heart. She looked far to the north. Even though the distance was far, she could still feel Ling Kongli's breath with the help of the Heaven Devouring Magic Art.

My brother is back!

Ye Qianshuang was so excited that tears welled up in her eyes, and she couldn't wait to see the familiar figure.

"Grandpa, my brother is back!"

Hao Qianliu noticed that Ye Qianshuang wanted to slip away, and immediately appeared beside her.

Ye Qianshuang had to hold back her temper and looked at Hao Qianliu pitifully.

But who knew that Hao Qianliu simply closed his eyes and divine thoughts, and didn't even look at her.

He was really afraid that he would be soft-hearted for a while and fall into the trap of this little ancestor.

"You can go if you want. Grandpa will go with you. Don't glare at me. That brat asked me to do this. You can't disobey your brother."

Hao Qianliu didn't even need to look at it to know what Ye Qianshuang's expression was now.

She must be angry and unwilling, and she must be wronged in her scolding. She puffed her cheeks and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

"Hmph! Bad grandpa, bad brother! I hate you!"

Ye Qianshuang stomped on him angrily with the expression in Hao Qianliu's mind.

She turned her back and was angry for a long time before turning her head and compromising with Hao Qianliu.

"Bad old man! Let's go together..."

Ah...

Hao Qianliu sighed in his heart. To some extent, Ye Qianshuang was much more difficult to serve than Ling Kongli.

However, although Ye Qianshuang was willful, she could always make him happy.

And what about Ling Kongli?

She didn't say anything nice, and it was good enough if she didn't get angry to death.

In comparison, he was still more willing to pamper Ye Qianshuang.

After all, although the cotton-padded jacket sometimes leaks air, it is always warm.