I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

The time and space of the Southern Song Dynasty, at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, at the mouth of Guanjiang River.

Li Anan and Chu Weiwei fell down.

The ‘Old Mother of Lishan’ who had been waiting here for a long time came out immediately to greet her.

"You two girls, I have arranged this place properly!" Lishan Old Mother, who looked like an old woman and was holding a dragon-headed staff, said kindly.

"Thank you!" Li Anan and Chu Weiwei were both horrified.

Because they obviously didn't say anything.

They didn't even communicate with the old mother.

I just kept talking vaguely about ‘Qingcheng Mountain’.

How did she know?

Mother Lishan seemed to have read through their thoughts and laughed: "You two girls, don't be nervous!"

"My teacher knows the origins of the two girls, and has specially sent down treasures to calculate cause and effect for me, and to conceal the secrets of heaven!"

"Teacher?" Li Anan swallowed.

How powerful must a being who can be the master of immortals and gods be?

And that powerful person, who has never even met in person, can easily deduce the choices of the two of them?

Do you even know their origins?

Li Anan felt a chill down his spine.

"Don't worry, you two!" Mother Lishan chuckled: "Teacher Lao Shen, the two girls should have heard about it..."

"May I ask my mother who you respect as your master?" Chu Weiwei asked.

Old Mother Lishan raised her hands slightly towards the nine heavens: "My teacher is the sect of all spirits, the Holy Mother of the human race, and the master of the Snail Palace in Taisu Tianzhong..."

"In the world where the two girls came from, there should be legends and traces of her old man!"

Both women were shocked.

"Snail Empress?" Li Anan asked tentatively.

"Of course!" Old Mother Lishan lowered her head slightly.

The two women were immediately shocked.

The legend of Nuwa creating man and patching up the sky is familiar to all of us.

Even the Federal Empire has held grand official ceremonies for the Creator on many occasions.

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In the underground ruins, Yang Jian's eyes gradually converged.

He can no longer use this magical power.

However, this is not important.

"There must be opportunities in this world!"

The prehistoric world has already exhausted its potential.

One Heavenly Saint and six Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortals have already occupied the top resources of the entire prehistoric world.

Although, in the original sermon of the Taoist Zixiao Palace, the positions of the seven saints were determined.

But in fact, only six saints can be born in the prehistoric world.

the reason is simple.

The number of Dayan is fifty, and its use is forty-nine.

Everything must leave a margin.

It’s like this for individuals, it’s like this for families, it’s like this for the country, it’s like this for heaven and earth!

Not leaving any margin is self-destruction!

Even, with the evolution of the prehistoric world, the number of monks in heaven and earth has increased day by day.

The world's vitality began to be continuously consumed.

It has also suffered losses from previous catastrophes.

The world is already overwhelmed!

Therefore, as early as millions of years ago, Taoist ancestors had forbidden saints from descending to earth at will.

The saints also restrained their disciples.

Up to now, in the prehistoric world, the saints have disappeared and the golden immortals cannot come out.

Yang Jian once heard his teacher Yuding Zhenren say that the current calamity of heaven and earth can only be resolved with the blood of a saint.

Therefore, the saint does not come out.

The six sages are all seeking the way to transcendence.

As long as we are detached, we can naturally resolve great catastrophes and bring peace to the world.

Therefore, there is a prophecy: As long as the saint does not die, the thieves will not stop!

And there is no doubt about it.

In this world, there are keys.

Just now, Yang Jian looked around with his divine eyes.

Everything I know and see is different from the world I visited in the past.

If the prehistoric world is an independent river.

The other projected realms are the tributaries of this river.

Then, this world is the intersection of the main river and another or even several different rivers.

Legends meet here and myths appear together.

As for the fish and turtles in the river, if they can find an opportunity, they might be able to migrate from the wild river to another river.

Even, jump into the sea, the vast world.

Even, the fish leaps over the dragon gate, it will be different from now on!

Yang Jian couldn't help but feel excited.

Suddenly, on a whim, he lowered his head and saw the figures of the two women in front of his statue gradually solidifying.

You can vaguely see a shadow that looks like a snake but not a snake, or a dragon but not a dragon, reflected behind them.

And as the shadows behind them gradually solidified.

A new figure appeared in this scene, an old woman with gray hair, a stooped back, and kind eyes.

Yang Jian's eyebrows jumped.

"Wrong?" He muttered to himself.

Those who are above the Golden Immortal level are already capable of ever-changing transformations and infinite incarnations.

But no matter how you change, no matter how you separate yourself.

The Taoist rhyme from the root cannot be faked.

And Yang Jian is extremely familiar with the Taoist charm of this old woman.

It was the Golden Immortal who escaped from the Great Tribulation of Conferring Gods in the past and was the Holy Mother!

However, at this moment, the thread of cause and effect that binds the old woman transformed by the Incompetent Virgin is not the Biyou Palace.

But...

Yang Jian swallowed.

In his eyes, he only saw a divine picture embroidered with heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, hidden behind the old woman.

Map of mountains and rivers!

No doubt about it!

Today's Wudang Holy Mother is a member of the Snail Palace!

"The saint's plan is so terrifying!" Yang Jian quickly restrained his thoughts and began to pretend to be dead.

Although he knew that he was just covering his ears.

Since the Map of Mountains, Rivers and State is here, even if Emperor Snail has not personally sent a spiritual thought here, at least he is watching this place from a distance.

However, Yang Jian knew it.

If he refuses to even cover his ears and steal the bell, then he is not giving the Snail Emperor face.

Then, don’t blame the Snail Emperor for giving him a blow of Hydrangea across infinite time and space.

However, isn't Snail Emperor already asleep in Snail Emperor's Palace, thinking hard about the secret to give the Monster Clan a chance to survive?

Why does she have time to interfere in the mortal world?

Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind.

The shadows in the ruins slowly solidified.

The hunched old woman slowly appeared in front of her.

Yang Jian was dumbfounded.

"How could she?"

"In this world, isn't there a saint who has set the rules... no living gods can enter?"

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Mother Lishan slowly looked at the things in front of her.

Unknown lights shine in front of you.

She stretched out her hand gently and felt the spiritual energy of this world.

Very very weak.

She estimated that in this world, she could only make one full-strength attack at most before exhausting all the immortal power of this clone and falling into a deep sleep.

but……

It does not matter!

What's important is that she's here.

Half of the mission and tasks assigned to her by the Snail Emperor were completed!

She raised her head, looked at the two women who were gradually waking up, and said deeply: "Thank you two girls for your help!"

"Please, you two, take me to meet the officials in this world quickly!"

This is a big deal.

A major event related to the future of the demon clan!

It must be discussed as soon as possible.

Li Anan and Chu Wei stood up and nodded: "Okay!"

"It just so happens that our Commander-in-Chief is on Qingcheng Mountain not far from here!"

Yang Jian was stunned as he listened.

This was the first time he had encountered the saint's disciples discussing the secrets of both parties in front of him without any scruples.