Chapter 519: Mutual harm, holding back laughter until internal injury

Tang An took out her megaphone, recorded a few audio clips, and let Yang Jian hold it, playing it in a loop outside the Demon Emperor Palace.

"Primordial Demon, this Venerable One is about to poop on your head, and you can still endure not coming out?"

The Primordial Demon, who was recovering in the Demon Emperor Palace, opened his eyes suddenly, not expecting Tang An to have found this place.

It was just that he had not long since condensed his demonic body after death, and with his current cultivation and state, once he went out, he would definitely die at Tang An's hands again.

Being killed by the Guardian for the third time outside his own Demon Emperor Palace, the deterrent power of his Primordial Demon in the future would likely be greatly reduced.

"Yuck~ You can endure even this? You aren't a dung beetle, are you? You just like people pooping on your head?"

Yang Jian coughed dryly; he was the one holding the megaphone. So these words being transmitted from him made him feel a little unnatural.

The demon soldiers of the Demon Emperor Palace, seeing that an enemy had invaded, swarmed over, wanting to take action.

Sun Wukong shouted, holding a giant Golden Cudgel, swung it around and hit over, a stick sweeping away the fallen leaves, directly clearing the field on a large scale.

Nezha unleashed his Fire-Tipped Spear, fighting back and forth among the demon soldiers. As the red light flickered incessantly, the demon soldiers he killed ended up being burned so thoroughly that not even a speck of ash remained.

Yang Jian continued to play Tang An's megaphone calmly; anyway, as long as he wasn't embarrassed, the embarrassed one would definitely not be him.

"They all say a thousand-year-old turtle and a ten-thousand-year-old tortoise; this Demon Emperor Palace of yours, how many generations of old turtles has it sent away?"

"They left such a turtle shell, and I really have to say, it's quite a match for you, even the size and the cowardly, afraid-of-death spirit are the same."

Outside the Demon Emperor Palace, the air was eerily quiet.

"You still won't come out even like this? Oh my, Primordial Demon, you wouldn't be... beaten by me until you're no good, would you?"

Hearing the last few words, Yang Jian's expression brightened.

This... is this something that can be said?

Did Master specialize in the lower three paths? Or did she specialize in the middle path of the lower three paths?

The Primordial Demon in the Demon Emperor Palace was so angry his face was turning green.

Especially seeing the eyes of those demon attendants in the Demon Emperor Palace who were secretly looking at him intentionally or unintentionally, he couldn't help but clench his fists.

"Lord Primordial Demon, you..."

The person speaking was the Primordial Demon's concubine; her graceful figure appeared and disappeared as she walked. Although there were mostly characteristics of the demon race, that face and those features, even if placed among the human race, were top-notch.

The Primordial Demon hadn't favored her since he was killed for the first time. Could it be that he was really... by the Guardian...

"Pri... Lord..." The concubine was suddenly grabbed by the throat, the demonic fruit in her hand fell to the ground, and she was almost strangled to death by the Primordial Demon.

The Primordial Demon's hands were trembling with anger. The Guardian was clearly a woman, so why was her speech always so unbridled? And she dared to speak such wild words in front of the Demon Emperor Palace in front of so many people; wasn't she ashamed?

"Get out!"

He threw the concubine out and flashed back to his demonic throne.

And outside, Tang An's voice came again.

"Walk around and take a look, the Primordial Demon of the Outer Realm Demon Race, he, does, not, work!"

"No wonder he always creates the demon race with dark Qi, rather than giving birth to descendants. It turns out, he, does, not, work!"

"Bang!"

The armrest on the demonic throne was crushed by the Primordial Demon.

He was getting angrier the more he thought about it after enduring for a while, and his anger was attacking his heart after taking a step back.

What was the most important thing? It was that Tang An was right!

He tried every possible way to give birth to the purest bloodline, but he only had the power of creation, yet could only create the demon race with dark Qi. And his own bloodline fundamentally could not be inherited!!!

"Tang An!"

No matter how the Primordial Demon thought about it, he couldn't endure it, and in a moment of emotional impulse, he appeared outside the Demon Emperor Palace.

Seeing the Primordial Demon come out, Yang Jian's eyes brightened slightly.

"This actually worked? This really worked!"

It seems Master was right; often the most useful method of provocation is the more straightforward and clumsy it is.

"Hmm?" The Primordial Demon searched for Tang An's aura everywhere, but did not detect half of it.

Until he heard the voice transmitted from the megaphone in Yang Jian's hand, his face darkened.

"Not showing your face yourself, but using a little trick to try and anger me?"

Sun Wukong carried the Golden Cudgel on his shoulder. "Since you weren't angered, why did the Primordial Demon come out?"

The Primordial Demon was almost choked to death. "Boring trick."

"If you think that this will make me easily fooled, then..."

He hadn't even finished speaking when he heard the megaphone playing Tang An's loop again, once again mentioning the problem he cared about most.

"Walk around and take a look, the Primordial Demon of the Outer Realm Demon Race, he, does, not, work!"

"No wonder he always creates the demon race with dark Qi, rather than giving birth to descendants. It turns out, he, does, not, work!"

The Primordial Demon clenched his hands tightly, his eyes really wishing he could swallow the person in front of him alive.

"Turn it off..." These two words were squeezed out from between his teeth as if he were gnashing them.

Yang Jian thought about the actions Tang An taught him, which were really too shameful.

That was completely Tang An's style, okay? He, a big straight man, the dignified Judicial God, the famous war god of the Three Realms, how could he make such a shameful action?

But the next second, Yang Jian used his left hand to pull his left eye, turned his back to the Primordial Demon to twist his butt, and then turned back to make a ghost face.

"If you want me to turn it off, you have the ability to come and grab it." After saying that, Yang Jian ran away.

And Sun Wukong and Nezha, who saw that scene of Yang Jian just now, lowered their heads one after another, desperately suppressing the corners of their mouths.

Those twitching corners of their mouths, that laughter held back to the point of exploding, was simply life-threatening.

The Primordial Demon had seen people who were annoying, but he had never seen a grown man be annoying right in his face!

If a scholar can endure it, what can't be endured? If an uncle can endure it, what can't an aunt endure!

"Give me your life!"

Until the Primordial Demon flew toward Yang Jian, Sun Wukong and Nezha finally burst into laughter on the spot. One after another, they laughed until they slapped their thighs, and tears were almost laughed out.

Yang Jian's voice came from the jade pendant. "If you two don't come again, I'll let Master dress you in women's clothes later!"

The laughter of the two stopped abruptly, and they looked behind the stone tablet together. Then they cleared their throats awkwardly and flew away.

Mainly, perhaps others couldn't do that thing. But Tang An, she could definitely do that thing.

Until they all left, Tang An appeared from behind the stone tablet.

She was carrying the magic bead given by Wutian, plus the blessing of her own cultivation, so even though she was so close to the Primordial Demon just now, he hadn't been able to detect Tang An's location.

"It seems those ideas from before are still somewhat useful."

Tang An touched her heart; if it were before, I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to stop laughing now, and tears would have been laughed out.

But she had no emotions now and could no longer feel joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness.

She could only comfort herself that everything was almost over; as long as everything was over, she would definitely find a way to change back. ===== CHAPTER 520 =====