I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

There were only four screens, each with a faint glow, continuously playing a series of images.

These weren't the first times the two monsters had seen these scenes.

I know these are not facts, just dreams.

At that moment, the deep blue monster yawned, leaned back and stretched: "How many times has this happened? Can't these monsters come up with something new?"

"San Cilang, don't you think so?"

"Yes, yes, the boss is right!" The black monster known as Sancilang quickly responded from beside the dark blue monster.

It paused slightly, then looked at the dark blue monster's expression and said cautiously.

"Boss, how many years of demonic power do we need to extract from them this time?"

"Twenty years? Or thirty years?"

"Thirty years?" The deep blue demon scoffed. "Do you think each demon has enough demonic power in thirty years to complete the mission?"

"This time, it will take at least a hundred years!"

"One hundred years?!" Sancilang was stunned. "Can these monsters withstand that?"

"Who cares if they can take it or not, just keep whipping them!" The Deep Blue Demon raised his incredibly thick right hand.

Sancilang hesitated.

"Boss, if we keep drawing monsters like this, it'll be hard for any more monsters to join the mutual aid society in the future!"

“Of course I know this better than you do.” Deep Blue Demon frowned his messy eyebrows. “If it weren’t for that lord’s recent pressure, I wouldn’t be willing to do this.”

"After all, these monsters are important resources for our cultivation."

"But Sancilang, do I need to elaborate on the consequences if we fail to fulfill that person's request?"

Upon hearing this, Sancilang did not hesitate any longer and immediately pressed the darkest red button in front of him.

In an instant, the cocoon tightened inwards.

Extremely concentrated demonic power was squeezed out, like milking a cow.

In an instant, the entire house was packed.

A small portion of it drifted onto the two monsters.

The vast majority of them disappeared into the walls.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the two demons greedily absorbed the demonic power, causing their aura to surge wildly.

A few minutes later, the Deep Blue Demon opened its eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.

In those few short minutes, the demonic power that grew within its body was enough to equal more than ten years of arduous cultivation.

Unfortunately, he could only retain one-tenth of the demonic power he absorbed.

The remaining 90% must all be handed over to that lord.

Thinking of this, Deep Blue Demon suddenly felt a stirring in his heart.

This one percent difference is enough to allow him to transform from a four-hundred-year-old demon to a level close to that of a great demon in such a short time.

If we could master everything, wouldn't that be...

Just as it was pondering, the three-horned wolf beside it also opened its eyes.

Suddenly, the powerful force excitedly made it scratch the thorns on its back and ask a question.

"Boss, how far are we from completing the task assigned by that person?"

The Deep Blue Demon pondered for a moment and replied, "It still needs about 1,400 years of demonic power."

"So much left?" Sancilang was taken aback. "Is there any time left?"

"Even if there's no time, you have to work your butt off! Do you even know how many monsters outside are eyeing this position, you idiot!" Deep Blue Demon coldly shouted.

"If that lord wanted to replace us, it would only take a single thought!"

"Starting tomorrow, you will go and make contact with as many monsters as possible and recruit them into the mutual aid society!"

"Oh."

Under the reprimand of the Deep Blue Demon, Sancilang lowered his head in shame.

Suddenly, a glint of light appeared in its dull eyes, and it clapped its hands together, making a heavy thud.

He said excitedly.

"Boss, there's no need to go through all that trouble!"

"Wouldn't it be faster for me to just go and kidnap some monsters?"

"Are you crazy?!" Deep Blue Demon exclaimed in shock.

"Don't you know there's a disturbance outside involving the priests?"

"Let me warn you, if you bring the priest here, get as far away as you can and die. I'm not opening the door for you!"

Hearing this, Sancilang was also taken aback.

That handsome face immediately came to mind.

The Smiling Priest of Tokyo.

The demon is nicknamed Bloodhand Demon Slayer, Master of the Four Souls, and Reinventor of Demon Life.

In less than two months, they had taken almost half of Japan from the hands of the monsters.

Most importantly, the demons themselves have yet to find an effective way to deal with the priests.

The only advice I can give is to try to avoid going out.

For such humans

Sancilang also avoided it like the plague, fearing that he might run into it.

It instinctively jumped up from its seat and hurriedly waved its hand.

"Then, boss, I think I'll pass."

Seeing the panicked look on Sancilang's face, Shenlan Yao had no choice but to turn around and speak to comfort him.

He said it casually.

"Don't worry, the priest's territory is in Tokyo, which is a full four hundred kilometers away from here."

"Moreover, we are not usually in Ashihara, but in the space created by that person."

"So, as long as we don't make any mistakes, even if the priests are incredibly powerful, they will never be able to find us!"

"Just go ahead and do it!"

Hearing this, Sancilang breathed a sigh of relief, and the fear on his face subsided considerably.

Inadvertently, its gaze swept over one of the screens.

His expression suddenly froze.

It raised its hand, its eyebrows and teeth trembling: "Boss, God, God, God!"

"Right behind you!"

What?!

In an instant, Deep Blue Demon felt as if he had fallen into the Yellow Springs.

A chilling cold swept over me, and my hands and feet became unresponsive.

Cold sweat poured down my face.

But the will to survive compelled it to stiffly twist its neck and turn its head back.

I saw that handsome face on the screen, with a curious look in his eyes.

In an instant, the Deep Blue Demon seemed to come back to life and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

He then burst into a tirade, yelling, "Idiot! Are you stupid? This is a dream! It's a dream!"

"Are you afraid of the priest in your dream too? Could he possibly come out of the dream? Huh?"

"Oh," Sancilang scratched his head again.

After a while, the deep blue demon returned to normal and spat angrily onto the ground.

"Damn it, I wonder which unlucky demon had a nightmare about the priest. If I find out, I'll snap its neck!"

"Hey, Sancilang, I already told you it was a dream, what are you still afraid of?"

It frowned and said with dissatisfaction as it looked at the three-horned man hiding in the distance and not daring to approach.

"But boss, he's still watching you."

"Boss, look, he's smiling!"

Sancilang pointed at the screen with trembling fingers, utterly terrified.

"Useless thing, you better keep an eye on it!" Deep Blue Demon sneered.

Having said that, it put its hands on its hips and stood up.

Then, looking at the screen, he raised an eyebrow and made a provocative gesture.

Zhang Kuang said arrogantly.

"Priest, come here!"

"Come here, come on if you dare!"

With a smug laugh, Deep Blue Demon turned his head and winked.

"See, there's no reaction at all. I told you, it was just a nightmare!"

But within sight, Sancilang's eyes and breath suddenly stopped.

His eyes were filled with unprecedented fear.

"Boss, God, priest..."

"I know, it's right behind me!"