The Holy Fire Festival is the only festival of the Shadow Demon Cult. It is said that the Supreme Poison Ancestor was born on this day. Whether it is true or not, there is no way to verify it.
However, the Holy Fire Festival has been passed down from generation to generation. On this day every year, the followers of the Shadow Demon Sect will gather in the base camp and celebrate to their heart's content.
Every year during the Holy Fire Festival, the Demon Sect will also hold a competition for the younger generation. The Holy Lord and the elders will all appear. If the disciples perform well, they will most likely be selected as the direct successors by the elders.
Therefore, this is also a grand and important festival for the young disciples! And this year's is even different, because, after the unanimous decision of the Holy Lord and all the elders, the winner of the big sum of the Holy Fire Festival can marry the Demon Sect's third
A beautiful woman, Qingwu, means that the champion this time will be the future Holy Son!
For a time, all the young disciples in the Shadow Demon Cult were very enthusiastic and gearing up. Some direct disciples of the elders also signed up to participate, which added a lot to the competition. At the same time, it also made some ordinary disciples look forward to it.
And sigh.
They knew very well that the protagonists this time belonged to the candidates for the Holy Son. They were all direct descendants of the elders. How could they be compared to ordinary disciples like themselves?
The most popular person to win this time is the second elder's direct disciple, Mo Wu, who possesses the Heaven-level Intermediate Poison Code. If it weren't for the regulations of the Shadow Demon Cult, the Holy Son must be the one to marry the Saint, then the Holy Son must be the one to marry the Saint.
The child is already his!
He is only in his twenties, and his cultivation is already at the peak of the fourth realm of Martial Lord. And I heard that the second elder got him a top-grade Poison King last year, which allowed him to advance to the heaven-level realm.
With the heaven-level poison energy in his body, he can basically compete with the Saint Son of Beidou who has acquired the Holy Body!
No one would criticize him as the Holy Son. It can be said that it has to be him!
Having both a beauty and being the son of a saint made all his disciples extremely jealous, but they could do nothing about his strength.
...
Compared to the hustle and bustle outside, the inside of the Holy Lady's Mansion was deserted and the atmosphere was very dull, as if a storm was about to happen.
Qingwu's pretty face became even thinner, and the two obvious dark circles around her eyes proved that she had not slept for a long time.
She sat by the window, looking out the window with dull eyes, her expression was very dull, but she seemed to be expecting something, which made the beautiful maid standing beside her sigh.
She knew that her saint had fallen deeply in love with the man named Feng Hao...
For some reason, a sloppy figure suddenly flashed through her mind, and then she shook her head violently.
If it's that sloppy guy, it's not as good as this Mo Wu!
"Mom, will Uncle Xueyu come?"
Xiao Qingmeng trotted in, holding Qing Wu's jade hand and shaking it, and asked, her bright eyes filled with anticipation.
In just a few days, the little girl became attached to the man who gave her the feeling of a father.
She firmly believed in her heart that that was her father!
"He will come!"
Qingwu came back to his senses, gently stroked Xiao Qingmeng's head, and spoke slowly with a slightly hoarse voice.
The man who is willing to go to the Beimang Forbidden Land for Xiao Qingmeng knows his situation, and he will definitely come back!
But, is it still too late?
Now that the Holy Fire Festival has started for a few days, there is no news from either the 'Demon' or Feng Hao, which makes her feel uneasy.
If calculated at normal speed, it would already be too late to reach the Shadow Demon Cult from Xilan...
You know, the last time the 'devil' rushed back to the Demon Sect from the Jin Dynasty, it took a month and a half, and it took a full three months to get back and forth!
When I arrived at that time, I had already been married for more than half a month...
She was cold both physically and mentally.
"Great, Uncle Xueyu is here, Meng'er wants to call him daddy!"
When Xiao Qingmeng heard this, she shouted happily.
"What Uncle Xueyu?"
A soft voice came in from outside, and then, a man with a face like a jade crown walked in. He had a soft smile on his face, like a spring breeze, and he was dressed in white, and he looked somewhat graceful.
, but when they saw this man, Qing Wu, Xiao Qingmeng, and even the beautiful maid, their faces darkened.
"The nasty guy is here again!"
Xiao Qingmeng glared at the man and muttered.
Such an unabashed expression of his disgust made the man's mouth twitch without trace, and a coldness flashed in his eyes.
This man is the direct disciple of the second elder, Mo Wu!
He has been very proud of himself recently and is the envy of all the young disciples of the Shadow Demon Sect.
"Haha, I have passed today's competition, so I came here to take a look."
He pretended to be polite and said with a faint smile. When his eyes glanced at the plump and delicate body, a hot desire surged in his heart, and even his breathing could not help but become a little short.
Her charming face is natural, but Qingwu is now haggard. Not only is she no less beautiful than before, but she also has a softer charm. Her pitiful appearance makes people feel pity for her without even realizing it.
When he thought that after this competition was over, he would be able to have such a stunning wife, his heart became even more passionate.
Regardless of the poison code or the realm of cultivation, he is the well-deserved number one among the younger generation in the Shadow Demon Sect. Therefore, this competition is just a formality for him!
“哼!你死心吧,我娘亲不会嫁给你的,我告诉你,我雪羽叔叔就要来了,他一定会狠狠的揍你一顿的!”
Xiao Qingmeng puffed up her cheeks angrily and raised her pink fist towards him.
"Xue Yu?"
The smile on Mo Wu's face faded slightly, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
This was the second time he heard this name, but he searched through his memory and couldn't find any candidate for the Holy Son named Xue Yu. If he wasn't even a candidate for the Holy Son, then why should this person compete with him?
Originally, he wanted to treat it as a joke, but when he saw the look flashing in Qing Wu's eyes, his heart trembled.
Could it be that this Xue Yu is really stronger than me?
"If you have nothing to do, just go down. This is the Holy Lady's Mansion, and not everyone can come!"
Qing Wu had an indifferent look on his face, and his words were cold and bone-chilling, leaving him no face at all.
"this..."
Mo Wu wanted to say something else, but when he looked at Qing Wu's emotionless eyes, he opened his mouth and lowered his head, "Then I will resign and let the saint have a good rest. After all, she is going to be the bride!"
"
At this time, Qingwu is still a saint, and her status is above him!
After leaving these words, he turned around and left, his originally gentle expression turned serious.~{PiaoTian Literature www.PiaoTian.com thanks all book friends for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}