Everyone has chosen the demon clan, who would still practice seriously?

At night, he returned to his bedroom.

The iron pillar jumped out from any sleeve, became the size of a pillow, and lay by the window to absorb the essence of the moon.

It would occasionally glance at Ren Yi, and after a long while it spoke cautiously:

"Master, are you the Saint of the Demon Clan?"

Ren Yi lay sideways on the bed and nodded slightly at it.

"Then..." Tie Zhu mustered up the courage to ask, "Then why do you still have such strong spiritual power?"

Tiezhu made an elf contract with her. Although it was different from Feijiujiu's beast contract, it was also bound to the soul.

So Tiezhu could also sense her physical condition.

Ren Yi Xiao Xiao didn't answer, but just raised his chin slightly, indicating it to look out the window:

"Someone should be able to answer you for me."

Tiezhu was feeling surprised when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back the next moment.

It was the pain of something sharp and hard hitting the back.

Before it could turn around, a huge bird claw reached in through the window.

He pressed it to the ground with one claw.

"No wonder the master has a strange smell on his body, it turns out to be you, ugly bastard, tsk!"

It grabbed the iron pillar through the window and brought it into the courtyard. It pushed hard with its claws, and the iron pillar drew a parabola in the air and rolled down to the base of the wall.

Tiezhu swung his short legs and climbed up, his face full of anger.

It is afraid of anything, but that doesn’t mean it is afraid of the fat bird in front of it!

"You are the master's servant? That's great, let's line up and discuss who is the boss... Ouch!"

Before Tiezhu could finish his words, Fei Jiujiu opened his mouth and spewed out a ball of green flame.

The flames immediately baked the iron pillar into a red color.

Tiezhu ran around the yard holding his head.

"Ah! It's done! It's done! Fatty, you have no moral principles!"

Fat Jiujiu crossed his little wings and shook his feet proudly.

"Humph, you dare to bargain with me, Juju? Juju!"

Ren Yi leaned against the window and watched for a while, then decided to let the two of them deal with their internal conflict themselves.

She was completely lying on the bed.

Alan Wangsu knocked on the door and was allowed to come in, holding a bowl of white medicinal soup that was emitting hot steam.

"Saint, drink this, it will give you more strength."

Pick up any bowl, tilt your head back and pour the liquid into your stomach.

Alan Wangsu put away the bowl, worry showing in his clear eyes.

"Your body..."

Ren Yi also found it very strange. She had just cast several spells on the open space.

Her body was indeed feeling weaker and more uncomfortable, but her spiritual energy was stuck and could not move.

Simply put, it was unknown how long she would continue to be in this half-dead state.

And now only 10% of her soul is left. Shu Yuan lives in Youhuang Palace, and Liuguang also stays outside Youhuang Palace.

If she faked her death at this time, they would definitely notice something was wrong.

At this moment, a blue jade talisman appeared in front of Ren Yi.

She randomly tapped the jade talisman, and the voice of the Thunder God entered her mind.

[Yier, there is no rush regarding the Zhengyang Mirror. If you have any difficulties, remember to inform your uncle. My eldest brother has come out of seclusion. You can come to the Heavenly Palace to meet him.]

Ren Yi tapped the jade talisman again and put his own thoughts into it.

[Uncle, please convene the elders meeting. I have something to announce.]

The jade talisman turned into blue powder on the spot and disappeared without a trace.

During the random call, Alan Wangsu stood up and walked silently to the window.

"What did you go so far for?"

All the information transmitted appears directly in her mind and outsiders cannot hear it at all.

Alan Wangsu turned around and smiled faintly, "I am very happy to have your trust, but this is etiquette, I am willing to abide by it."

Ren Yi smiled faintly: "I'm going to be out for a few days."

She raised her hand and waved, and the doll fell on the bed, and the branches that grew out instantly transformed into random shapes.

The puppet seemed much more flexible than last time, and could speak a few more words than last time.

Alan Wangsu nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything in Youhuang Palace."

Randomly tilted her head to look at him, "You don't ask me where I'm going or what I'm doing?"

Alan Wangsu's eyes are cleaner than spring water.

"Since you trust me, there's no need to ask any more questions."

Ren Yi walked to the window, and Fat Jiujiu, who had temporarily stopped fighting with Tiezhu, squatted there quietly, waiting for Ren Yi to ride on its back.

He turned around casually and said slowly: "If you lied to me one day, do you think I would forgive you?"

Alan Wangsu's face turned pale instantly, and after a long while he uttered a word: "I..."

He climbed out of the window and climbed onto Fatty's back.

"I hope you won't keep me waiting too long."

Alan Wangsu didn't come back to his senses until the figure disappeared into the horizon.

Full of worry.

Fei Jiujiu took Ren Yi to the vicinity of the Heavenly Palace and then flew away temporarily.

He took out the jade boat, a magical flying instrument given by the Thunder God, and flew slowly to the South Gate of Heaven.

At the gate of Nantian, Yunan led Yubai to wait at the door.

Seeing Ren Yi, Yun An quickly came out to greet him.

"Venerable Xiaoyao, you are finally here."