Volume 1 Chapter 4 The Demon of the Heart

Startled, Zhuo Fan clutched his chest tightly, fell to the ground in pain, and murmured, "What's the matter, did I go into the devil's way while practicing?"

Thinking of this, Zhuo Fan began to panic in his heart. If the Heavenly Demons' Great Transformation Tactics went crazy from the very beginning and the foundation was unstable, it would not be as simple as giving up all previous efforts. I am afraid that I will never be able to cultivate again in this life, and I will completely become a useless person.

However, the heartache seemed to be only fleeting, and then disappeared again.

Zhuo Fan stood up, let out a long breath, frowned deeply, and touched his chest, puzzled.

However, when he took another step, there was another pain in his heart!

"No, this isn't going to be crazy, it's... a demon!"

This time, Zhuo Fan thought of the reason, so he immediately sank to check the source of the inner demon. For cultivators, if they let their inner demons go unchecked, then they are not far from getting into the devil.

In just a few breaths, Zhuo Fan has found the reason, but this reason made him feel a little awkward.

It turned out that Zhuo Fan was a loyal servant before he was seized by the Demon Emperor, and the lady of the family treated him very well, so he vowed to be loyal to the Luo family for the rest of his life. And before he died, the obsession in his heart was the regret of not being able to protect the Luo family.

At this moment, the Demon Emperor's resentment and his obsession became one. The Demon Emperor took his soul and body and was reborn again, and his obsession was equivalent to the contract he made with the Demon Emperor, and he became the Demon Emperor. 's bondage.

That is to say, the Demon Sovereign was born because of him, and he must protect the Luo Family I in his place, otherwise, he will inevitably have evil spirits.

"Damn, what's wrong with this kid's obsession, but he wants to be a slave to others." Zhuo Fan wanted to cry without tears, his mouth full of bitterness.

How could he, Zhuo Yifan, the dignified Demon Emperor, the head of the Eight Emperors of the Sanctuary, be dragged down by a small family?

However, this demon cannot be left alone.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Fan reluctantly stroked his forehead: "Even if your kid's last wish is to find someone to take revenge, it's okay to help you kill someone in a few years, but it's just... ah, I've been beaten by you all my life. Ruined."

"Who, come out!"

Suddenly, an old shout sounded, and Zhuo Fan suddenly felt a strong killing intent shot towards him.

Shaking his head helplessly, Zhuo Fan sighed and walked out with his head held high.

Since it was discovered, the only way to meet the traitor Sun Butler...

Pushing aside the clear grass, Zhuo Fan strode in front of everyone.

Seeing that it was him, Butler Sun couldn't help laughing out loud, with a look of contempt in his eyes: "Hmph, who am I supposed to be, so it's you little bastard."

After speaking, Butler Sun looked at Luo Yunshang again, but he didn't take him seriously at all.

"Miss, the old slave advises you to hand over the practice of returning to the dragon palm as soon as possible, so that no one will be killed or injured for you. I think you don't want to see such a scene."

"Fart, old man Sun, you are a traitor of the villa. As long as we are here, you will never want to hurt the young lady and the young master." The guard leader of the Luo family took a step forward and shouted loudly.

Luo Yunshang also glared at him, and his pretty face was full of unyielding expressions: "Steward Sun, Huilong Palm is a spiritual martial skill passed down from generation to generation in my Luo family. Even if we die, we will not give it to you."

After listening to their words, Zhuo Fan snorted disdainfully.

Why did he think this group of bandits attacked the Luo family? It turned out to be just a spiritual-level martial skill.

On the Emperor Wu Continent, all martial arts and martial arts are divided into five levels of heaven, earth and mysterious spirit, and each level is divided into primary, intermediate and advanced. In the sanctuary, spirit-level martial arts are all over the street, and in the eyes of his demon emperor, it is a garbage-like existence, and he has more than a few thousand in his hands.

It's not worth losing your life for this kind of thing.

Zhuo Fan sighed helplessly, and shouted lazily: "Miss, it's just a spirit-level martial arts. What's the big deal, give it to them, and I'll pay you a copy later."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked, and then they all looked at him like a madman.

"Zhuofan, you have such a big tone, you just pay for a spiritual level martial arts casually? Why, just rely on you as a slave who has been in the Luo family for fifteen years? Hahaha..."

Butler Sun looked up to the sky and laughed, his eyes full of ridicule. The rest of the bandits also laughed, and the taunting in their eyes was not concealed at all.

The guards looked at Zhuo Fan with puzzled expressions. Especially those friends who are familiar with Zhuo Fan on weekdays are even more surprised.

This kid is usually quite honest, how come he is talking nonsense now, is it because he is scared crazy by these bandits?

Well, it must be!

As a result, all the guards looked at him with sympathy.

Fully understanding what they were thinking, Zhuo Fan shrugged indifferently. At this moment, I am afraid that they will not believe him when he says that he not only has spirit-level martial arts, but also the lifelong learning of the ancient devil emperor, Jiuyou Milu.

"Zhuofan, stop talking nonsense, why don't you come over to take care of the young master?"

Suddenly, a screeching sound rang out. Zhuo Fan turned his head to look, and saw Luo Yunshang looking at him angrily. However, deep in her eyes, Zhuo Fan could see a hint of pity.