Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

"Demon King Laibao, you are the future Holy Son. Even if you don't subdue me, I, Tiejia, will still choose to follow you!

Besides, there is no benefit for you to eat me, so you might as well let me stay by your side. After all, it will be like having an extra thug at the peak of the King Realm, right?"

Seeing Mo Fan hesitate, the Iron-Armored Demon King swallowed his saliva and began to promote himself, fearing that the Son of God would really eat him if he was unhappy.

He saw clearly what happened to Heiyan. If the guy in front of him said he wanted to eat a monster, he would really eat it!

"What you said seems to make some sense!"

Mo Fan finally nodded, and with a wave of his hand, a colorful mist appeared.

"Don't resist!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the colorful light mist completely sank into the body of the Iron-Armored Demon King.

"what is this?"

"what--!!"

As soon as the Iron-Armored Demon King began to feel doubtful, he let out a scream and soon discovered the horrific changes in his body.

Wherever the colorful light mist passed through his body, all his muscles and internal organs felt an endless corrosive sensation, as if countless ants were biting them, causing him so much pain that he broke out in cold sweats.

Soon, the pain gradually disappeared, and the colorful light mist in his body also disappeared completely, as if it had never appeared. However, as a great demon at the peak of the king realm, he could still feel that the power had not disappeared but was dormant in his body.

"That was spore poison just now, a magical power of mine. Don't even think about dispelling it with your demon pills. Once I sense it, I can activate my magical power to make it explode instantly. Then, these spore poisons will multiply in a terrifying way. By then, your entire body will be occupied by the poison from the inside out until your entire body functions are completely exhausted!"

Mo Fan spoke calmly, smiling, "Of course, I am still very kind. As long as you don't betray me, I will detoxify you in the future!"

"Now, you can leave!"

The tiger pattern on Mo Fan's brow flickered, and immediately three ghost shadows flew out from the Iron-Armored Demon King's brow and disappeared into the tiger pattern.

Without the control of the three Ghost Ancestors, the Iron-Armored Demon King immediately regained control of his own body. He looked at Mo Fan with a complicated expression, and finally nodded helplessly, then flew directly out of the dense ghost energy area.

Seeing the Iron-Armored Demon King fly straight out of the Tiger's Paw Pit, all the big demons watching were shocked.

Moluo said loudly: "The election of the Holy Son is over. I declare that Laibao will be my White Holy Mountain..."

"Wait a minute!"

The ghost energy surged, and in an instant it all sank into Mo Fan's brows. Mo Fan looked at Moluo, and a figure emerged from his mouth.

When the red figure appeared, the monsters were in an uproar again.

Even Mo Luo couldn't help but look surprised, and then frowned and said: "Princess Qinglian, Yunrou..."

"Laibao, what is this?"

At this moment, Yun Rou was also confused and didn't quite understand what was going on.

Inside Mo Fan's bag, she had no idea what was happening in the outside world.

Mo Fan smiled at her and said, "You have helped me so many times, now I will help you once too!"

After saying that, he turned into a flash of lightning and left the Tiger Claw Pit.

After Mo Fan left, only one figure was left in the Tiger Palm Pit.

Princess Qinglian in a red dress, Yunrou!

This result was not expected by any of the great demons. Even Moro couldn't help but open his mouth, and finally gave a bitter smile, and understood something.

It turns out that this guy had rescued Yun Rou a long time ago!

Although Mo Fan's approach was somewhat against the rules, it seemed that there was indeed no restriction on this in the rules. After a bitter smile, Mo Luo finally recited the result.

"I declare that the final winner of this election of the Holy Son of Baisheng Mountain is Princess Yunrou of Qinglian!"

"From now on, Yun Rou is the Holy Maiden of Baisheng Mountain!"

Moluo's voice immediately spread throughout the entire Baisheng Mountain, and his words also awakened the group of dazed onlookers.

"Zi Lan greets Her Royal Highness the Saint!"

Zi Lan spoke first and acknowledged the status of Saint Yun Rou.

"I've met Her Majesty the Saint!"

A group of great demons from the ancestral realm spoke one after another.

"We are here to see Her Majesty the Saint!!"

Seeing that all the demon ancestors agreed with this matter, all the great demons bowed to Yun Rou!

"We are here to see Her Majesty the Saint!!"

For a moment, the demon cultivators in various mountains in Baisheng Mountain naturally heard the words of Moluo, and now they all bowed from afar towards the place where the great demons were.

The status of the Holy Son of the Demon Clan is equal to that of the Demon Ancestors, so except for those Demon Ancestors, all other demons in the entire Baisheng Mountain have to pay tribute to the Holy Son, and the Holy Girl is naturally treated the same way.

In the deep pit of Tiger's Paw, Yun Rou stood there in a daze, looking up at the great monsters in the sky who were saluting her, listening to the respectful voices that were like a tsunami. She was a little at a loss for a moment, but at the same time, she gradually understood.

She glanced at the monsters with an anxious look on her face, searching for something among them.

Finally, her gaze rested on a young man in black in the distance, who was now giving her a bright smile.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Everyone is still bowing to you, don't be so arrogant!"

Seeing that Yun Rou's eyes were gradually filled with crystal light, Mo Fan felt helpless and had to send a voice message to her to remind her in time.

"Thank you!"

Yun Rou sent a message back to thank Mo Fan, then took a deep breath, accepted everything, and said loudly: "No need to be polite!"

"From now on, I, Bai Shengshan, need everyone to work together to make the holy mountain better! Only in this way can we live up to the expectations of my adoptive father!"

"Obey the Saint's order!!"

All the demons obeyed the order in unison.

Many big monsters also breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

After all, compared to Mo Fan, an outsider, they are more inclined to let Yun Rou be the Holy Maiden of Baisheng Mountain. At least Yun Rou is the true adopted daughter of the White Tiger Holy King.

"Laibao boy, are you willing to give up such a great opportunity?"

"Yes, this is not just the position of the Holy Son of Baisheng Mountain, but also the great beauty Princess Qinglian. How can you let go of her?"

Looking at Yun Rou, who was the focus of all the monsters, the Ghost Monster King and the Black Water Monster sighed and felt sorry for Mo Fan.

"I didn't come here to become the Holy Son. It was beyond my expectation that things would develop to this point."

Mo Fan smiled and said lazily, "Besides, how can the Holy Son of White Holy Mountain be as good as the Demon King of Black Wind Mountain?

The so-called Holy Son is actually just a pawn of those demon ancestors!

It seems to be extremely powerful, but in fact, there is not much freedom. Instead, I have to take care of the food, drink, defecation and urination of so many demons in the White Holy Mountain. Just thinking about it gives me a headache. How can it be compared to the freedom I have as the demon king in the Black Wind Mountain? "

"Besides...this trip was not in vain. I have gained enough benefits!"

Seeing what Mo Fan said, the two great demons did not say anything more. Moreover, when they thought about it carefully, it seemed that Baisheng Mountain was really a mess.

Without the White Tiger Saint King, Baisheng Mountain can be said to be on the decline. Previously, there was still Hei Ming who could slightly intimidate the ancestral demons of other demon realms, but now Hei Ming has also defected.

Baisheng Mountain now seems to be an iron wall, but after this election of the Holy Son, it is actually no longer worthy of its name, and its fighting power has declined too seriously.