Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

The drunk Zhazha and Hongyan were eventually dragged away by Dali, one by one.

Because he really couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

If you want to act drunkenly, can't you choose another time? Can't you see that there are guests here, my king?

However, after all this commotion, the banquet finally came to an end. Niu Xiaosheng immediately looked at Mo Fan with anticipation, rubbing his hands together and said with a smile: "Brother Laibao, you just said that after this banquet, you will tell me the secret of the heavenly merit. Is that still true?"

"Of course, we are brothers. As sworn brothers, how could I possibly lie to you?"

Mo Fan grinned and no longer concealed it. He immediately told Niu Xiaosheng the real secret about the merit sent from heaven.

"what?!"

Niu Xiaosheng was shocked when he heard this, and looked at Mo Fan in disbelief, "Are you saying that you created a language that is unique to my demon race?"

"Yes, that is why the merit from heaven was bestowed!"

"This shows that even the heaven and earth recognize the characters created by me!"

Mo Fan smiled and nodded. He really enjoyed Niu Xiaosheng's shocked expression.

Not to mention Niu Xiaosheng, even the great demon in the ancestral realm was also frightened at this moment.

Creating one's own demon language, if this happened to the ancient human race, he would definitely be a saint, able to influence the fortune of the clan and even the fortune of the world!

It is no wonder that auspicious phenomena appeared in the Black Wind Mountain. It is reasonable to say that it was a blessing from heaven.

However, there were some who didn't know what this meant. One of the great demon kings said with disdain, "What's the use of words? They are only used by inferior humans!"

"We demons are born with the ability to awaken magical powers, and I have never heard of anyone using words to record magical powers!"

Hearing this guy's disdain for words, Mo Fan couldn't help but shake his head.

"No!"

“Words can not only be used to record magical powers, but can also serve as a carrier of civilization inheritance.

The reason why the human race is strong is that they are good at using words to record their civilization and stories. This makes it convenient for people in later generations to understand everything in the past through these words and inherit the most brilliant heritage of those civilizations!

Of course, we can also summarize the specific factors of past failures through written records!"

Mo Fan smiled and said, then looked at the big demon and said calmly: "What do you think of the human race compared to our demon race?"

"This……"

The big demon frowned slightly, thought for a moment and then said, "My demon race is born knowing how to practice. Through the power of blood, we can easily awaken powerful magical powers, and our physical strength is far superior to that of the weak human race!

What can the human race use to compare with my demon race?

Therefore, in my opinion, those hypocritical and weak human races are not worth mentioning at all!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the great monsters in Juling Mountain shook their heads slightly, because these words were indeed a bit against their will.

As expected, Mo Fan sneered and said, "Not worth mentioning?"

"However, it is this weak human race that you call insignificant that has been suppressing my demon race on the land of the Hundred Thousand Mountains for nearly a thousand years!

If it weren’t for Senior White Tiger Saint King’s personal involvement, the land of Southern Xinjiang would still be a restricted area for our demon clan until this moment!

You actually have the nerve to say that the human race is weak and not worth mentioning?"

"If the human race is really that weak, would the Saint Kings of the major holy places still be willing to stay in their own demon domains?!"

Mo Fan's words made the big demon blush. He opened his mouth several times but didn't know how to refute. In the end, he could only grit his teeth and said, "According to what you said, is the strength of the human race all due to the writing?"

"I didn't say that!"

Mo Fan sneered, and then said calmly: "But the reason why the human race can gradually become stronger is indeed closely related to writing!"

“As for what the connection is, I don’t want to explain it any further.

A wise person will naturally understand, while a fool will not try to find out the truth, but will make things difficult everywhere, unwilling to believe the so-called truth, and even become angry and ashamed in the end!"

"you……!!"

The big demon suddenly became furious.

He was not stupid, so he naturally understood that the fool in Mo Fan's words referred to himself.

"Why, did I say something wrong?"

Mo Fan sneered and pointed at the sky, saying disdainfully: "Even the heaven and earth have recognized my achievements, but you insist on arguing with me?

You are right, I am talking about you!"

"you……"

"What do you mean? Do you want to fight with me?"

Mo Fan snorted coldly, then looked at Niu Xiaosheng and Niu Mo Yaozu, curled his lips and said, "Even your Saint Son and Yaozu didn't say anything, how dare you argue with me?"

As soon as these words came out, the big demon, who was originally full of anger, was suddenly startled. He subconsciously looked at his own saint son and ancestor, but found that the expressions of these two people were not very good. This made his heart skip a beat. He didn't dare to say another word and silently took a small step back.

"Nonsense!"

"Brother Laibao is my sworn brother. How can you question that?!"

At this time, Niu Xiaosheng stood up and scolded the big monster. Then he smiled at Mo Fan and said, “These big monsters rarely come out of the mountains. They are shallow-minded and arrogant. Brother Lai Bao, please don’t take it to heart!”

Mo Fan smiled and nodded. He would certainly not argue with that big monster.

He wants to promote reforms among the entire demon race. There will inevitably be doubts along the way. If he has to bear grudges one by one, he will probably be exhausted to death.

"Brother Laibao, can you let me see your demon language?"

Niu Xiaosheng suddenly asked, looking at Mo Fan eagerly.

As soon as these words came out, even the Bull Demon Ancestor looked at Mo Fan expectantly, and all the resentment from the previous fifteen days of labor reform disappeared.

Compared with the writing of the demon race, those grievances are really nothing.

After all, as Mo Fan said, the characters he created are recognized by both heaven and earth, so how could they be useless?

When Mo Fan heard this, he was immediately delighted!

The fish is hooked!

The reason why he was so generous in telling Niu Xiaosheng about the demon language was to arouse the other party's interest, and then use Niu Xiaosheng's identity to spread the matter of the demon language.

Fortunately, everything was going as he had predicted.

"The matter of the demon tribe's writing is not urgent. Do you still remember our bet?"

Mo Fan smiled at Niu Xiaosheng and said, "When we made the bet, we said that the winner could ask the loser to do something. Have you forgotten that, my dear brother?"

Niu Xiaosheng's face twitched. He naturally remembered this, but he was really afraid of this guy Mo Fan because the other party did not play by the rules at all.

If you ask him to kill a monster, or even give him some training supplies, he won't say a word.

But this guy asked him to carry manure and plow the land...

This is somewhat of a blow to the demon's self-esteem...

So he looked bitter and asked in a weak voice, "You won't ask us to carry manure and plow the land again, will you?"

As soon as he said this, all the great monsters in Juling Mountain stared at him. The Bull Demon Ancestor was the first to remind him, "Son, this is a bet between you and Laibao Monster King. We are not involved!"

"Yes, Holy Son, this time it will be hard for you!"

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