Urban Omnipotent Son-in-law

Even though the ancient devil had been sealed for thousands of years, his strength was still Chang Xu.    

    

Undying and indestructible.    

    

Even Ghost Valley didn't know what kind of methods such an existence possessed. Only Mu Wuyuv, who possessed the Devil Suppressing Seal, could deal with the leader of the ancient devils and suppress him once more.    

    

Mu Wuyuv agreed once again.    

    

After that, there was no need to talk about it anymore. Everyone temporarily settled their personal grudges and led the Ghost Valley towards the altar.    

    

...    

    

In a desolate desert.    

    

The tall altar was extremely eye-catching from beginning to end.    

    

The altar was golden in color and carried traces of an ancient aura. It was as if it had been standing here since the ancient times. Thousands of years had passed, but it still retained its original appearance.    

    

At this moment, there was an extra chair on the altar compared to the front. A giant creature more than ten feet tall sat on the altar with his eyes closed, frowning from time to time.    

    

Every time he breathed, he would absorb the Spiritual Force in an attempt to restore his strength back then. However, it was obvious that after being sealed for so many years, it was not so easy for him to recover.    

    

The surroundings of the sacrificial altar Around the altar, there were quite a number of Ancient Devil Clan who had just condensed their bodies. They were walking around casually. However, it seemed like they were just walking around casually. Under their protection, not even a mosquito could fly into the surroundings of the altar.    

    

At first glance, these Ancient Devil Clan who had recovered their bodies looked no different from humans. If one had to find out the difference, they would have a pair of silver bone horns on their heads. The stronger one was, the bigger the bone horns would be.    

    

Then, it was their pair of icy-blue eyes. There were patterns on them. It was a strange feeling that could charm people's hearts.    

    

Suddenly, a pillar of light shot into the sky from afar. There was a lot of majestic aura coming from the pillar of light. It shocked many of the Ancient Devil Clan here.    

    

The pillar of light continued for a long time. Finally, it disappeared. An Elder Devil with a broken corner on his head immediately ran towards the high platform. When he was about to reach the top of the altar, he stopped and bowed.    

    

"My lord, the Devil Suppression Seal has acknowledged its master. Shouldn't you try to leave first..."    

    

On the seat, the giant troll finally opened its eyes. A pair of large blue eyes, carrying a desolate aura, instantly swept through the surroundings. Then, an unconcealable tiredness flashed through its eyes.    

    

"My strength is less than ten percent. This body is even more tender and cannot be controlled at will. I still need some time before I can move."    

    

For some reason, when he heard these words, The Broken Horn Ancient Devil seemed to panic subconsciously. It quickly knelt down and said with sweat on its forehead:    

    

"Blame us us for not being able to do anything."    

    

They had miscalculated the situation. The giant Elder Devil's body was far too fragile, and required the assistance of medicinal Spiritual Forces to move.    

    

The giant Elder Devil looked down at the kneeling Elder Devil, but didn't say anything. After a long moment, he waved his hand.    

    

"The four-legged sheep are here. Can you block them for two hours for me?"    

    

"I understand."    

    

Hearing this, the Broken Horn Ancient Devil let out a sigh of relief and agreed in a deep voice.    

    

After a while, he straightened his upper body and prepared to walk down the platform. However, his eyes inadvertently saw a dazzling red tattoo on the giant Elder Devil's forehead.    

    

It was the word "blood.    

    

The Ancient Devil Clan also had more than one type of ancient martial arts that could be cultivated. Different ancient martial arts were cultivated to the end, so their strength was naturally different.    

    

The person in front of him was the infamous Blood Devil King in the Ancient Devil Clan back then...    

    

When he saw the blood word, the Broken Horn Ancient Devil subconsciously shivered. Then, he hurriedly went down to arrange for many clansmen to prepare to defend against the incoming enemies.    

    

...    

    

"It's that guy?"    

    

In the endless desert, the three giant Elder Devils stood out. Before they could reach the altar, Mo Nan had already seen the Elder Devil on the altar. He couldn't help but take a deep breath.    

    

Apart from that, he also saw the busy-like Elder Devil around the altar.    

    

Ghost Valley nodded and arranged again:    

    

"These ancient devils will be dealt with by you. That altar is not an ordinary object. It is specially forged to awaken these ancient devils. Only by destroying this object will Mu Girl be able to completely suppress that leader."    

    

Mo Nan stopped for a while and still didn't understand the connection between the altar and the giant ancient devil. However, he had to listen to the arrangements made by the Ghost Valley.    

    

He then looked at the giant Elder Devil. He was shocked when he saw it. He couldn't help but walk to Mu Wuyuv's side and whisper.    

    

"Do you need my help?"    

    

"No need."    

    

She hated men who tried to get close to her.    

    

old rascal rolled his eyes.    

    

If he did not see that you were pretty, this young master would not even bother to help.    

    

Although he liked girls like Nanxuan more, the Mu Wuyuv in front of him, regardless of her looks or figure, was like a person walking out of a painting. She did not look like a real thing.    

    

It was not that old rascal had never seen a beauty before, but he patted his conscience and said, like this girl, he could not find any flaws in her body. Mu Wuyuv was still the first.    

    

Even if it was Bingqing or Wushuang, he would occasionally feel that Wushuang was slightly shorter, Bingqing was slightly thinner, and the rest of the women were needless to say...    

    

Only Mu Wuyuv was so beautiful that she did not seem like an ordinary person.    

    

It was a lie to say that he was not moved. Now that he finally had the chance to chat a bit, he would take the opportunity to strike up a conversation.    

    

It was a pity that her attitude was too cold. old rascal wanted to show off his manly nature and protect his sister. She did not give him a chance at all.    

    

On the other hand, Nanxuan seemed to have taken the initiative.    

    

Seeing Mo Nan, who had been with her for a few days and had a good relationship with her, unknowingly walk to Mu Wuyuv's side, Nanxuan was so angry that she gritted her teeth. She did not pay much attention to it at first, but when she saw the situation, she became jealous again. She also took the initiative to approach Mo Nan and threw a seductive glance at him.    

    

"She is a heartless person. I do not need your help, but I am different. I am afraid..."    

    

old rascal subconsciously shivered.    

    

Then he turned his head with a malicious look. He rolled his eyes at Nanxuan and quickly sped up to the front. At the same time, he muttered to himself.    

    

"What the hell are you afraid of? It's more like this young master is afraid of you."    

    

What he could not stand the most was this kind of action of deliberately pretending to be a soft girl. It was simply disgusting.    

    

In the back, seeing someone run away as if he had encountered a ghost, the smile on Nanxuan's face quickly disappeared. She was so angry that she started to gnash her teeth.    

    

As for the other males present...    

    

They could only watch Mo Nan walking back and forth in front of their respective goddesses. Their hearts were extremely terrible, but logically speaking, not everyone had the guts to talk to someone as shameless as old rascal.    

    

Moreover, a great battle was about to break out. There was no second person who could be as carefree as Mo Nan when it came to flirting with girls.