[Dihua + no system + stupid fight + easy + calculated strategy + abstract stupid thief]
I transformed into the Nether Demon Lord, the God of Death, Night Owl, whose expression changed in the three realms.
Rumor has it that I peeled off skin and bones, slaughtered clans and exterminated families, and committed all kinds of evil.
The blood shadow guards under him are loyal, and the little fan girl Su Lian is obedient.
Only I know: I haven't even killed a chicken, and all I can think about is surviving.
During the execution at Duanhun Cliff, I held it in for a long time and said, "I won't kill you."
As a result, the traitor collapsed on the spot and screamed: "You actually want to humiliate me slowly! I would rather die than be humiliated!"
Before he finished speaking, the demonic element exploded.
I:? ? ?
Raise your hand to explain = execution signal
Raise your hands to make you want to vomit = behead everyone
Lyrics = shocking layout
Just block it with one hand = the magic skill of breaking the cauldron with one palm is accomplished
Looking at the enthusiastic adoration in the eyes of my subordinates, I felt numb.
I obviously just wanted to hide in the Demon Sect and eat and wait to die. How could I accidentally become the eternal Demon Lord recognized by the three worlds?
Until I took out the stolen demon-suppressing bead from my arms - the Xuantian Sect was destroyed, Mo Chen defected, and the original owner died suddenly. The situation behind this seemed to be much deeper than I thought...
