Aunt Xue suddenly changed color.

Holy Son??!

She looked at the handsome boy and said in disbelief:

"You are... the Holy Son of the Demonic Way?!"

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi both looked solemn.

Only ink paintings, with a confused look.

What is the Holy Son?

Bai Zixi knew that he didn't understand, so she explained softly:

"The Lord of the Demon Cult calls himself the Demon Lord, and the person who has the qualification to succeed the Demon Lord in the future is called the Holy Son..."

"The holy sons compete with each other, and the final winner is the next Demon Lord."

"Most of the Holy Sons have outstanding bloodlines, extraordinary talents, and practice the most orthodox magic skills. Although they are not old, they have a very high status among the magic magic."

Mo Hua looked at the "Holy Son" in front of him again.

He is indeed not very old, probably only in his twenties, and his cultivation is already very high, at least he builds the foundation, and may even be a golden elixir.

He was dressed in a blood-colored uniform, fair skin, handsome and weird appearance, cold and arrogant pupils, and a simple blood mark between his eyebrows.

Among this group of people, this young man had blood marks between his eyebrows.

Could it be that this is the mark of the "Son of Holyness"?

While Mo Hua looked at the Holy Son, the Holy Son was also looking at him.

Liao Tiande held his ear and whispered in a low voice. The Holy Son smiled slightly and pointed at Mo Hua and said:

"Stay this little devil, leave it to me!"

Bai Zisheng and others were a little surprised.

Mo Hua didn't understand why this feminine demon pointed to himself alone and wanted to stay by himself?

Aunt Xue pulled the ink painting behind her and said in a voice:

"We are the Bai family..."

"I know you are the Bai family..."

The Holy Son sneered, "You are from the Bai family, a pair of brothers and sisters around you, and they are also the core direct descendants of the Bai family, so I will give you a face."

"You can leave, but that little devil..."

The Son sneered, "He must stay!"

Aunt Xue frowned, "What do you want to keep the ink painting? "

"Nothing is done..." The Holy Son was ambitious in his strange eyes. "I want to go to meet Mr. Zhuang, but I always have to have some bargaining chips in my hand. He is just right."

Mo Hua suddenly realized that they wanted to catch themselves and threaten their master!

Bai Zisheng also understood and said angrily: "Demon, don't think about it!"

The Holy Son's face trembled slightly, and his eyes showed anger and cruelty.

He has grown up so old that no one has ever dared to scold him in person.

He looked at Bai Zisheng with a sinister look.

Bai Zisheng's eyes were like swords, and he was not afraid of fear.

The Holy Son was slightly surprised and nodded, "I am worthy of being a disciple of the Bai family, but I really have some backbone..."

But when I say this, I can't hide the murderous intent in my eyes.

The fat head Tuo from the Jindan stage saw it and said coquettishly: "Son of the Holy Son, I've killed this kid for you."

The Holy Son did not comment and did not speak.

A thin Taoist priest with a half-burned face on the other side sneered:

"Ghost Tou Tuo, you can also have a better brain when flattering. The Bai family's direct descendants have planted their natal immortal talismans. Do you dare to attack them and seek death?"

The fat head was angry, and the fat flesh on his face trembled, but he also looked shocked.

"Natural immortality talisman?"

The ink painting is a little surprised.

What kind of talisman is this? He has never heard of it...

The Taoist priest with half of his face burned down continued to mock the ghost head tutor:

"The talisman of immortality is formed by the ancestors above Dongxu, using the true essence of the natal life, and planted in the fate of the descendants of the direct line. When encountering life-threatening, they can inspire themselves to kill all foreign enemies and protect their descendants from death."

"This is the only 'life-saving talisman'..."

"It is another 'life' of these direct descendants of aristocratic families!"

"Otherwise, how could those family ancestors be willing to go out for experience with outstanding talent and amazing disciples?"

The thin Taoist priest looked at Guitoutuo with a sarcastic look on his face, "I have lived until now and have never seen what this 'natural immortal talisman' looks like. Why don't you take action and force out the immortal talismans of these two young monks and let me see it for a long time?"

Guitoutuo's face turned blue and white.

Take action?

Exercise your mother's hand?

The method of the ancestor Dongxu is "can kill all foreign enemies". If I take action, wouldn't I definitely die?

damn it!

Guitoutuo was resentful.

He became a monk halfway through the journey, and was possessed by others and was devilish. He did not have enough inheritance, so he knew nothing about these high-level practice knowledge.

He had never heard of these things before.

As a result, just as I wanted to make a comeback this time, I felt embarrassed.

Still in front of the Son...

Guitoutuo glanced at the Taoist priest fiercely.

The Taoist sneered.

They are all great demon cultivators of the Golden Pill. If they don’t gather together, they will be the “ancestors” in the same place. They will naturally no one can convince anyone.

The Holy Son's eyes were cold and his mind was turned.

This Taoist is right...

On the one hand, he was afraid of the Bai family, so he did not dare to attack the brother and sister.

The Bai family is a giant.

These two young monks are also direct descendants of the Bai family. If they attack them, they will directly contact the Nu Bai family.

Although he is the Holy Son of the Demonic Way, he does not have great benefits and does not have to make such a great enemy.

On the other hand, he is indeed concerned about his natal immortality.

The immortality talisman of natal life is equivalent to a "golden medal for avoiding death".

With this talisman in there, he couldn't do anything to these brothers and sisters.

Therefore, the only person he could do and the only person he could hold him hostage was the only one who had no power, no background, no background, poor spiritual roots, weak cultivation, and no "non-life talisman" to protect him. It just so happened that it was the disciple of Mr. Zhuang's personal disciple - Mo Hua!

The Holy Son looked at Bai Zisheng and the others, "I won't make things difficult for you..." Then he set his eyes on Mo Hua, "But this little devil is mine!"

Bai Zisheng snorted coldly: "Don't think about it!"

Aunt Xue also said in a deep voice: "My senior from the Bai family is nearby, so please ask the Holy Son to take care of himself."

The Holy Son smiled sinisterly, "Don't act like I don't know. The secrets of the underworld lock, cover the secrets of the heaven, lock the cause and effect, and this place is isolated from the outside world for a short time."

"You Bai family don't know, and those idiots in Daoting have no way to know."

Aunt Xue felt awe-inspiring in her heart and her face was as deep as water.

Sure enough, they were all calculated.

The Holy Son was not willing to talk more, so he waved his hand casually. Behind him, a few golden elixir demon cultivators flashed out, his body as if he was like a ghost, approaching Mo Hua, wanting to catch Mo Hua.

Currently, she is a charming female cultivator with exposed fangs. Her body is charming and weird. After just a few breaths, she became close to Mo Hua and the others.

Her body exuded a strong and pungent smell of powder.

Aunt Xue's heart tightened, gritted her teeth and turned her eyes.

In her eyes, seven colors of light flowed.

The female cultivator of the Demonic Taoism looked at each other and was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, the evil power activates, grin, his eyes turn red, and bloodshots appear.

The light in Aunt Xue's eyes faded, she took a few steps back and spit out a mouthful of blood.
To be continued...