The dark night brings comfort and tranquility to people. Both the demonic people and the righteous people like to sleep at night.
Therefore, the old devil said that darkness is his hotbed when sleeping. This sentence may sound very domineering at first, but if you think about it seriously, it is actually normal for everyone.
It's a pity that most people in the world always like to give other meanings to some things and forget the essence of things.
For example, light shines on the earth, so many people say that light is the most sacred.
The dark night gives people comfort and allows them to rest, so some people say that darkness is sacred.
However, in the eyes of truly open-minded people, light is only used to warm the body, and darkness is a hotbed for sleeping...
There was silence in the Demon Palace. People who had lived for a long time, but became more and more confused as they lived, gradually came to their senses. Under the scolding of the unknown old devil, they all felt a sense of enlightenment.
So I couldn't help but admire this unknown demon lord even more, and thought to myself: He is indeed the most legendary seventh demon lord in the history of demons. Even if his body dies, even if his soul follows the demon bones and goes through thousands of years of wind and rain, he can still That devilish heart is still as transparent as ever, not even a speck of dust stained on it.
Shen Lang has already restored his body to its original size, because maintaining the enlarged state is too draining of energy and energy.
And with the old devil showing off his might to protect him, there was no need for him to remain nervous. He just thought to himself: This old devil is really awesome! After knowing each other for so long, he finally felt reliable.
However, when he thought that the old devil had waited until the end to take action, he couldn't help but feel a little angry. He secretly cursed that this guy was really annoying. If the old devil had taken action earlier, or revealed the accurate truth to him earlier, how could he be like before? Hard work?
At this moment, the old devil looked back at Shen Lang, showed a very satisfied and gratified smile, and then shouted to a group of powerful demons again: "You guys are really disappointing. Instead, it's behind me. That little guy is even more satisfying."
"If you are only in the Nether Lotus Realm, would you dare to resist when faced with a large group of powerful people in the Cave Void Realm? If you face a desperate situation, can you understand your true intention and be unyielding? If you don't even dare to face stronger enemies. Yes, how can you talk about demonic ways going against God’s will?”
Everyone bowed their heads, feeling even more ashamed. And when they realized that the hypocritical and righteous monks in their eyes actually had a purer devil's heart, the shame in their hearts became even greater than before.
The unknown old demon ignored them and turned to Shen Lang and said: "The previous incident was just a small test I gave you, and now you have passed the test perfectly. Therefore, I decided to make you the successor of the future demon king. Let’s call him the Holy Son of Demons first.”
"Ah?" Shen Lang was a little confused.
Although when he was in the ancient tribe of the wilderness, the old devil said that he would take him to visit the holy mountain and let him become a saint son or something.
But he has always regarded these words as child's play, and has never thought about becoming a demonic saint. After all, he is Qingyun's junior uncle, and his deepest wish is to join the Qingyun Sect and spend his childhood.
But who would have thought that this guy named Wuming Old Devil would directly blame the Holy Son.
However, before Shen Lang could answer accurately whether he was willing or not, the originally silent demonic master suddenly became commotion.
"Let him become the Holy Son of the Devil?"
"This matter is really..."
The Ghost King was the first to stand up and said with a frown: "Demon Lord, I'm afraid this is inappropriate. This person holds the Sunlight Immortal Sword and is the descendant of Kunlun Immortal Mountain. He is also the junior uncle of Qingyun Sect. How can he inherit the Holy Son of Demonic Dao?
position?"
The leader of the Cangming Sect said in a deep voice: "Yes, he has nothing to do with our Demon Sect, and he is not a member of the Demon Sect at all! I am afraid that no one in our Demon Sect will be able to agree to this matter."
"Bullshit!" The unknown old demon said: "He is the successor of the demon bone that I personally selected, just like my disciple. Who dares to say that he has nothing to do with the demon?"
"This..." The Ghost King and the Cang Ming Sect Master looked at each other, feeling extremely unwilling to do so, and for a moment they didn't know how to refute.
The high priest frowned and said: "According to the rules passed down from generation to generation in the Holy Mountain, even the most orthodox people with demonic blood cannot get something for nothing. They must make great contributions to the demonic way before they can ascend to the position of the Holy Son. If Shen Lang directly becomes
Holy Son, this seems to be against the rules."
"Yes! He has always been a righteous person. Not only has he not made any achievements in the devil's path, but he has also killed the elites of the devil's path. How can he become a saint?"
All the demonic people tried their best to dissuade him, as if they were afraid that Shen Lang would become the Holy Son and ride on their heads.
Seeing this, the unknown old devil couldn't help but shake his head, feeling that those bullshit rules were really troublesome.
The high priest seemed to have thought of something again, and continued: "Besides, he has an unyielding nature and is worried about the right path. He must not really want to join the demon path, nor be willing to be a saint. Demon Lord, why do you insist on going your own way? Let us
If you are embarrassed, make it difficult for him?"
"Well." The unknown old devil seemed to think that there was some truth in this sentence, so he finally looked back at Shen Lang, as if asking for his opinion.
At this time, all eyes fell on Shen Lang, waiting for his answer.
Strictly speaking, Shen Lang actually doesn't care about the position of the Holy Son, nor does he want to have a deep connection with the devil.
However, so many people didn't want him to be the Holy Son, so he began to have some thoughts.
More importantly, he saw the saint Leng Yanji in the crowd and figured out many things.
Now there is only one token left by the previous generation of demon lords, the devil's path, and it is very likely that he will get the Netherworld Fire Diamond in the near future and open the door to the demon world.
If he doesn't fight now, when the door to the demon world opens, the saint Leng Yanji will be the only candidate to succeed the demon king.
If this ambitious woman is really allowed to inherit the throne, it can be expected that the mainland will be in turmoil in the future. Even if he returns to the Qingyun Sect and wants to drink a bowl of millet and pumpkin porridge, it will be difficult to drink it safely.
Instead of sitting back and waiting for future troubles to come, it is better to hold all the unrest factors in the palm of your hand.
So, he decided...
"Hmph, why shouldn't I be the Holy Son of Demonic Dao!" Shen Lang took a step forward and said with a sneer: "Moreover, I not only want to be the Holy Son, but I will also be the Demon Lord in the future!"
After hearing Shen Lang's words, everyone couldn't help but become angry again.
The Ghost King said again: "You can do it if you want to! Even if you want to, you can't! Every generation of saints or saints of the devil has made countless great contributions to the devil. What contributions have you made to the devil? How can you have the face to say this?
What qualifications do you have to say such a thing? Are all people who come from the righteous path so shameless?"
The Ghost King's words were unpleasant to hear, but Shen Lang was not annoyed at all. He calmly took out a scepter and said, "Sir, I conquered the ancient tribe of the wilderness. Does this count as merit?"
"This..." The Ghost King blushed and was completely dumbfounded when he looked at the scepter and could no longer speak.