2538: C2538 The Sorrow of the Holy Demon Clan

C2538 The Sorrow of the Holy Demon Clan

"What's wrong? What did you think of?"

Chen Shaofeng asked in confusion.

"No! No!"

Sheng Mo'er's face was a little pale as she waved her hand.

"Right, you can go ahead. I still have some matters to attend to."

Sheng Mo'er's face was a little pale as she smiled and said.

She left Chen Shaofeng's yard without looking back.

"What's going on? Why do I feel like something is wrong?"

Chen Shaofeng narrowed his eyes.

For a moment, he actually had a very bad feeling.

However, this feeling was very unreal and he could not grasp it.

And he left the small courtyard.

A hint of fear flashed through Sheng Mo'er's eyes as well.

That's right!

Fear flashed through her eyes. She had never felt such fear in her life before.

Her face was somewhat pale as she looked in the direction of the Holy Demon Palace.

After a long time, she gritted her teeth and walked towards the direction of the Holy Demon Palace.

Not long after, she returned to the Saint Devil Hall.

This Saint Devil Hall was the place where the upper echelon of the Saint Demon Clan discussed matters with the Saint Lord of the Saint Demon Clan.

Sheng Mo'er looked at the Saint Devil Hall with a complicated expression.

"Father! Mo'er requests an audience with Father!"

Sheng Mo'er's voice whispered.

As her voice fell.

The main door of the hall suddenly opened.

Sheng Mo'er's expression changed.

However, she still walked into the main hall after a short while.

At this moment, in the main hall.

A middle-aged man with a cold expression sat on a throne.

"Mo'er, are you looking for me for something?"

Saint Disorder said with a smile.

Saint Mo'Er looked at her father with a complicated expression.

However, after a while, She couldn't say a word.

At this moment, it was Saint Disorder who seemed to have guessed something.

Immediately, his expression calmed down as well.

The smile that usually hung on his face also disappeared without a trace.

"Do you know?"

Saint asked in an indifferent manner.

For a moment, Sheng Mo'er felt as if she had been pierced by a needle and couldn't catch her breath.

That father who loved her the most! Could it be!? Could it be that they were all pretending?

However, she still nodded her head.

She still had this final hope!

"Sigh..."

Sheng Mo'Er took a deep look at Sheng Mo'Er before sighing.

"Father! That! That! His power... is controlling you? Or are you controlling that power?"

Looking at Sheng Mo'er's disorganized state, Sheng Mo'er asked in panic.

"Power! As long as you can obtain power, it doesn't matter who controls who."

Saint Disorder calmly asked.

What!

Saint Mo'er's face turned pale.

At this moment, she understood.

At this moment, her father had probably already lost his heart!

"Father! Then who are you and the Holy Massacre?"

Sheng Mo'er seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly her eyes widened as she asked.

"The Holy Massacre? Hehe..."

Saint Disorder laughed and shook his head, but he did not say anything.

At this moment, Sheng Mo'er already had an answer in her heart.

It turned out that her father and Sheng Tu had been putting on an act all these years!

For a moment, she felt that her Human Sage was in a gloomy state.

Everyone around her was deceiving her!

Saint Devil'er, who was in great pain, turned around and was about to run out of the hall.

"Stop!"

However, behind him, the Saint's disorderly voice rang out in a dense voice.

At this moment, the eyes of Saint's Disorder were filled with complicated emotions.

Self-blame? Cruel? Hesitation?

Perhaps no one would be able to see through the current state of Saint's disorder.

Saint Mo'er turned around in pain to look at Saint's disorder.

"Father! Don't tell me you want me to swallow that thing as well?"

Sheng Mo'er's expression was somewhat gloomy as she smiled.

Mo'er, don't blame me! But Mo'er! You believe in me! I won't harm you! "

Saint Disorder sighed and his tone softened a little.

"Hehe..."

Sheng Mo'er let out a bitter laugh and then left in a daze.

As she looked at Sheng Mo'er's absent-minded appearance.

A hint of pain flashed through Sheng Mo'Er's disordered eyes.

However, that fleeting emotion was still hidden by him.

Then, he stretched out his hand and threw out a piece as well.

"Extract the spirit energy from this jade."

Saint said in a calm and unorganized manner.

Saint Mo'er was stunned.

Then, he bitterly smiled and shook his head.

She grabbed the jade in her hand.

At this moment, in her mind.

A face that was not considered handsome flashed by.

However, right after that, she extracted the spiritual energy from the jade and brought it out of Ali.

As the spiritual energy from the jade poured into her body.

Instantly, the pitch-black spiritual energy rushed into her mind.

Sheng Mo'er was shocked.

She never thought that the pitch black fog would actually enter the practitioner's sea of consciousness!

She had always thought that this thing was only sucked into the Dantian by the cultivator.

But now, it seemed like this spirit energy absolutely did not want to increase her cultivation!

And it was probably going to completely occupy her!

Possessing his physical body!

Then, she suddenly raised her head and looked at Saint Disorder.

"Could it be that Father is already carrying the black mist to control it?"

Saint Mo'er's face was pale as she muttered to herself.

"You can go!"

Sheng Mo'er saw Sheng Mo'er absorb the spiritual energy from the spirit stone.

Only then did he nod his head in relief.

"No! I must tell Tian Feng about this! "At least I want him to leave as soon as possible! Saint Demon Clan! Saint Demon Clan... If this was the Saint Demon Clan! "Then the Holy Demon Clan is really too pathetic!"

Sheng Mo'er looked at the figure on the throne with pity.

For a moment, she felt that the figure seemed a lot stranger.

A moment later, she turned around and left the palace.

She knew!

If he didn't absorb the spiritual energy from this place...

She absolutely couldn't leave this hall!

But at this moment, she could leave!

She wanted Chen Shaofeng to leave! The faster the better!

She had no chance! The pitch black mist was slowly wrapping around her will!

Once her will was completely sealed.

She would probably become a walking corpse that was as disorganized as a saint!

Even if it still looked like a Saint's disorder! But at this moment, she was a saint's disorder! Was it still a Saint's disorder?

And at this moment, in the great hall!

The Disordered Saint opened his eyes with a complicated expression.

"Mo'er! Perhaps this is the only way to protect you..."

Saint Disorder laughed bitterly.

However, following his bitter smile, it was only for an instant.

Disordered Saint's expression changed.

There was no expression on his face at all.

Then, he slowly closed his eyes.

He left the hall.

Sheng Mo'er ran towards Chen Shaofeng's small courtyard with no regard for her own life.2

She did not know how long it would take for this thing to take over her will.

That was why she had to do it as soon as possible!

At this time, Chen Shaofeng was sitting cross-legged in the small courtyard, breathing.

En?!

Chen Shaofeng looked up in front of him, somewhat puzzled.

At this moment, Sheng Mo'er's eyes were red as she looked at Chen Shaofeng in front of her.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Shaofeng asked in confusion.

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