"I am willing to hand over a wisp of soul. I am really willing to give my servants to help me!"

In the courtyard, Lin Xiaoyao sat up from the recliner, his face full of surprise.

He didn't expect that this would happen.

It was so strange that he conquered the Mahayana Demon King?

Is it true that I really have the aura of a king on my body that I can just let the other party accept his head and worship him?

Ahhhh!

Lin Xiaoyao spat.

The kingly spirit is nothing!

I am a saint.

A small Mahayana demon king who is willing to give his own advice to his slaves proves that he is smart and has a good vision.

Since the other party insists on being his younger brother, Lin Xiaoyao cannot let down the other party's heart, right?

Although in his eyes, the Mahayana period is not worth mentioning, it is nothing special.

But when it comes to the world of immortal cultivation, it is really an existence that countless cultivators and demons look forward to.
Chapter completed!