What Mo Bufan said makes sense. It is indeed a bit embarrassing to let Jiang Ping An protect Demon God Sect.
But these Demon God Sect executives are also helpless.
Who makes Jiang Ping An so powerful that it can crush the strong men of the same realm?
Devil Race It is very difficult to cultivate a strong Refining Void, requiring a lot of resources and thousands of years. However, a master who has been cultivated with great difficulty can be easily killed by Jiang Ping An.
Devil Race cannot bear this kind of loss and does not dare to start a war rashly again. It can only avoid the edge for the time being.
Without Jiang Ping An, they Demon God Sect will not be destroyed by Devil Race, but there is no need to continue to consume them.
Lü Dan touched his beard and sighed, "Mo Chong, as the great elder, you know what to do, don't embarrass everyone."
Mo Chong gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice to Jiang Ping An: "I can give you a Mystic Treasure and cancel this matter. Otherwise, it will be of no use to everyone."
Mystic Treasure is a good weapon for those who are not powerful Tribulation Realm.
Mo Chong believes that Jiang Ping An will definitely be moved.
However, he too underestimated Jiang Ping An's anger, and also underestimated Jiang Ping An's current background.
Jiang Ping An sneered, "Then first congratulate your son on becoming Saint Child."
After saying that, he turned around and flew away.
Lü Dan quickly flew over to stop it and shouted to Mo Chong, "Mo Chong! Do you really want to abandon the interests of the sect?"
Mo Chong clenched his fists under his sleeves and said in a deep voice, "Jiang Ping An is framing my son and trying to kill him!"
He is still being stubborn and wants to keep Mo Bufan.
At this moment, a terrifying dark evil force swept in from the other side of Severing Sky Cliff, and the sky turned black in an instant.
The terrifying Devil Race creatures are making a comeback.
Demon God Sect Everyone's expressions changed.
Devil Race must have received the "death news" of Jiang Ping An, so that's why he came here.
The eyes of the Demon God Sect's top management turned cold and focused on Mo Bufan.
Seeing the determined looks of many senior executives, Mo Chong laughed miserably, two lines of tears fell from his old eyes, and he looked back at Mo Bufan with hatred.
"I told you not to cause trouble for Jiang Ping An, and don't cause trouble for Jiang Ping An. Why didn't you listen!"
Mo Bufan realized something and immediately knelt on the ground, hugged Mo Chong's thigh, and begged in fear.
"Father, please, save me. You are the great elder Demon God Sect. You must be able to save me, right?"
Mo Chong touched Mo Bufan's hair and said kindly, "Rather than die in the hands of others, for my father's sake, I'd better send you on your way."
"Father! No!" Mo Bufan burst into tears with fear on his face.
He doesn't want to die, he still wants to be Saint Child, he still wants to be Sect Leader, he regrets so much, he regrets not killing Jiang Ping An.
Mo Chong closed his eyes, powerful power surged out of his hands, and in an instant, his son Mo Bufan was wiped out.
For his own status and for the overall interests of the Mo Clan, this son had to die.
The sadness on Mo Chong's face disappeared in an instant. He cupped his fists at Jiang Ping An and said, "I have failed to discipline my son well. I have sent my son on his way. Please Saint Child stay and fight against the foreign enemies together!"
His indifferent expression seemed to have killed an unrelated person.
"My revenge has been avenged, but what about the revenge for killing Ye Wuqing?" Jiang Ping An said aggressively.
If Ji Fei hadn't taken action, Ye Wuqing would probably have died.
Mo Chong gritted his teeth, knowing that there would be no heavy bleeding today, Jiang Ping An would never let go.
He took out a top-notch sword and threw it to Ye Wuqing.
Jiang Ping An took a look and said, "It's not even Mystic Treasure. Take out the Mystic Treasure you just mentioned."
"Jiang Ping An! Don't bully others too much!"
Mo Chong could no longer pretend, his face was filled with anger, and an aura of terror surrounded him.
Do you think Mystic Treasure is a piece of shit? A Spirit Transformation monk is also worthy of Mystic Treasure compensation?
"Boss, forget it, this treasure is not bad either."
Ye Wuqing quickly grabbed Jiang Ping An's arm, not wanting to cause a stalemate between the two parties.
Jiang Ping An saw that Ye Wuqing was no longer angry, and then his anger subsided.
No longer paying attention to Mo Chong, a powerful aura burst out from his body and looked at the Devil Race army.
"Get out!"
This sound shook the sky, swept across the heaven and earth, and the void almost collapsed.
The rolling dark power suddenly stopped.
"It's Jiang Ping An! He's not dead!"
"Damn it! What bastard said Jiang Ping An is dead?"
"All the guys who collect intelligence are sent to the mines to mine!"
Seeing that Jiang Ping An was still alive, the Devil Race creatures were so frightened that their hearts trembled and they shouted in terror.
In order to save some face, the strong Devil Race shouted before leaving, "You Demon God Sect wait! Jiang Ping An, you wait!"
"Withdraw~"
The mighty Devil Race army withdrew at a faster speed.
Demon God Sect disciple, who was ready to fight, stared blankly at the scene in front of him.
The word Jiang Ping An can directly scare away Devil Race. Even the strong Tribulation Realm does not have this kind of pressure.
Although the pressure of Jiang Ping An is based on the overall basis of the Demon God Sect, it is enough to show how powerful Jiang Ping An is.
Sweeping all the enemies in a realm, no living thing can stop it.
The geniuses of the human race are vying for the first genius of this generation in the Central Continent, but compared with Saint Child, what do those people count?
The senior management of the Demon God Sect looked at Jiang Ping An with a complicated expression.
I don't know why, but I always feel that Jiang Ping An now has a strange pressure more than before he disappeared.
This kind of oppression is not on the realm, but on the soul. The feeling is like contempt for everything.
Seeing Devil Race retreat, Lü Dan breathed a sigh of relief, smiled at Jiang Ping An and said:
"Saint Child, don't worry, I, Demon God Sect, will definitely find a way to lift the curse on you."
He knew that Jiang Ping An was a little resentful towards them because of what happened just now, so he wanted to try his best to make up for it.
"No need." Jiang Ping An said lightly.
"How can this be unnecessary? If the curse is not released, Saint Child will not be able to understand higher laws and become stronger."
Lü Dan thought Jiang Ping An was angry.
Jiang Ping An raised his finger, and a black sphere appeared on his finger. The terrifying power caused cracks in the space.
With a flick of his finger, the small black ball flew out at high speed and flew into the team of Devil Race creatures.
The Destruction Law condensed ball expanded instantly, covering tens of thousands of meters in radius. Devil Race creatures within ten thousand meters were wiped out. There was even a Human-Faced Spider of Refining Void Initial Stage among them.
The terrifying power scared the Devil Race creatures into screaming and running away in panic.
Seeing this scene, the bodies of all the powerful men around Jiang Ping An shook violently.
"Destruction Law!"
Destruction Law is the third level, and Jiang Ping An can now easily control this power, which means that he has understood this law.
"Saint Child, you... have broken the curse?"
Lü Dan asked tentatively, his heart beating fast.
"Not bad."
There is no need for Jiang Ping An to hide these things. Only by showing strong enough can Demon God Sect pay more attention to them.
Everyone was extremely shocked and confused. Jiang Ping An actually broke the curse, but how did he break the curse?
At this moment, Jiang Ping An had an extra layer of mystery in their eyes.
Ji Fei took the opportunity and said, "I propose again that Jiang Ping An be Sect Leader. Who objects?"
All the elders looked at Mo Chong in unison.
Before, he was the only one who objected.