Shocked in shock, Zhuo Fan covered his chest tightly, leaned on the ground in pain, and murmured: "What's going on? Did I get into a devil in my practice?"

Thinking of this, Zhuo Fan began to panic. If the Demon Great Transformation Art is as if he is possessed from the beginning and his foundation is unstable, it will not be as simple as being wasted all previous efforts. I am afraid that he will never be able to practice again in this life and will completely become a useless person.

However, the heartache seemed to be fleeting and disappeared immediately.

Zhuo Fan stood up, breathed a sigh of relief, frowned deeply, touched his chest, and was puzzled.

However, when he took another step, his heart felt another pain!

"No, this is not a devil, but... a devil in the heart!"

This time, Zhuo Fan thought of the reason, so he immediately calmed down to see the source of the inner demon. For practitioners, if they let the inner demons ignore them, they would not be far from being in the way of the devil.

Just in the midst of counting breaths, Zhuo Fan had already found the reason, but this reason made him feel a little awkward.

It turned out that before being taken over by the Demon Emperor, Zhuo Fan was a loyal servant, and the head and lady were very kind to him, so he vowed to be loyal to the Luo family for the rest of his life. Before he died, the obsession in his heart was the regret of not being able to protect the Luo family.

At this moment, the resentment of the Demon Emperor was united with his obsession, and the Demon Emperor seized his soul and body and was reborn again. His obsession was equivalent to a contract signed with the Demon Emperor, becoming the bondage of the Demon Emperor.

In other words, the Demon Emperor was born because of him and he had to protect the Luo family for a lifetime, otherwise the inner demon would inevitably be affected by the demon.

"Damn it, what's wrong with this kid's obsession? He just wants to be a slave for others." Zhuo Fan wanted to cry without tears, his mouth was full of bitterness.

I think he is the devil emperor Zhuo Yifan and the head of the Eight Emperors of the Holy Land. How could he be dragged down by a small family?

However, this inner demon cannot be left alone.

When he thought of this, Zhuo Fan had no choice but to touch his forehead: "You kid's last wish is to seek revenge. At worst, you can help you kill someone in a few years, but... Alas, I've been ruined by you all my life."

"Who is coming out!"

Suddenly, an old shout rang out, and Zhuo Fan suddenly felt a strong murderous intent ejaculation at him.

Shaking his head helplessly, Zhuo Fan sighed and walked out with his head held high.

Since it has been discovered, I have to go and meet this traitor, Butler Sun...

Pushing away the grass, Zhuo Fan came to everyone with great strides.

When Butler Sun saw that it was him, he couldn't help laughing, with contempt in his eyes: "Hmph, who do I think I am? It turns out that it's you little bastard."

After saying that, Butler Sun looked at Luo Yunshang again, but he didn't take him seriously at all.

"Miss, I advise you to hand over the Dragon Palm as soon as possible, so as not to cause any more death or injury to you. I think you don't want to see such a scene."

"Fart, Old Man Sun, you traitor from the villa. As long as we are here, you don't want to hurt the lady and the young master." The escort leader of the Luo family raised his head and took a step forward and shouted.

Luo Yunshang also frowned and glared, his pretty face full of unyielding expressions: "Butler Sun, the Dragon Palm is a spiritual martial art passed down from generation to generation by my Luo family. Even if we die, we will not hand it over to you."

After hearing their words, Zhuo Fan snorted coldly in his heart.

Why did he attack the Luo family when these bandits attacked the country? It turned out that it was just a spiritual-level martial art.

On the Emperor Wu Continent, all martial arts and martial arts are divided into the fifth level of the Heaven and Earth Xuanling Mortal, each level is divided into primary, intermediate and advanced. In the holy realm, spiritual martial arts are everywhere on the streets, and in the eyes of the Demon Emperor, he is even more like a garbage. He has more than a thousand pieces in his hand.

It is really not worth losing your life for such things.

Zhuo Fan sighed helplessly and shouted lazily: "Miss, it's just a spiritual martial art. What's the big deal? Give them a little bit. I'll pay you another one in the big deal."

As soon as this said, everyone was shocked, and then they looked at him with a look of a madman.

"Zhuo Fan, you guys are so angry, you can just pay for a spiritual-level martial arts? Why, you are the slaves who have been in the Luo family for fifteen years? Hahaha..."

Butler Sun laughed to the sky, his eyes full of mockery. The other bandits laughed, and the ridicule in his eyes was not concealed at all.

The guards looked at Zhuo Fan with a puzzled look on their faces. Especially those friends who are familiar with Zhuo Fan on weekdays are even more surprised.

This kid is usually quite honest, why is he talking nonsense now? Could it be that he was scared by these bandits?

Well, it must be!

So, all the guards' eyes turned to sympathy when they looked at him.

He fully understood what they were thinking, and Zhuo Fan shrugged indifferently. At this moment, he was afraid that he would not only say that he not only had spiritual martial arts, but also what the ancient demon emperor had learned throughout his life, and the Nine Nether Secret Records, so they would not believe it.

"Zhuo Fan, stop talking nonsense, why don't you come here to take care of the young master?"

Suddenly, a delicate shout sounded. Zhuo Fan turned his head and saw Luo Yunshang looking at him with an angry look on his face. However, deep in her eyes, Zhuo Fan could see a hint of pity.
Chapter completed!