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

"What happened a few days ago?" Ren Yi asked calmly.

The red monk shook his head. "Three days ago, I heard that Prince Wan has elite soldiers and generals, while Youhuang Palace is leaderless. I'm afraid it's dangerous."

He narrowed his eyes, put down the teacup, and slowly stood up.

The red-robed monk met Ren Yi's gaze and his heart skipped a beat for unknown reason.

Such an ordinary face actually has such a pair of oppressive eyes.

His body trembled inexplicably and his heart began to pound because of the sudden feeling of fear.

Ren Yi turned around and looked at Shu Yuan, "I will definitely reward you for your protection these days. As for this time, you'd better not show up."

Shu Yuan frowned, "You want to go back to Youhuang Palace now?"

Randomly nodded.

When the red-robed monk heard their conversation, his suspicions grew even stronger.

"Fellow Daoist, are you going to Youhuang Palace? Yangling is thousands of miles away from Youhuang Palace. Even with a high-level flying magic weapon, it will probably take four or five days to fly there!"

Just look up at the sky, and you will find that this place is out of the influence of the energy field.

She put her finger to her lips and whistled.

She and Feijiujiu have a spiritual connection, so Feijiujiu can hear the whistle no matter how far away it is.

Since these monks are searching in the south, Fei Jiujiu must be nearby.

The other monks in the tea shed had already heard the conversation between Ren Yi and those monks, and at this moment they were all looking up at the sky curiously.

The sky was quiet and there was no sound.

Is this a bluff?

But it is difficult for ordinary people to control the soul with one hand.

Just when everyone was feeling strange, a clear bird song was heard from the sky.

"Chirp—!"

Everyone saw a flash of yellow passing quickly across the sky, and before they could see clearly what the yellow flash was.

The yellow color drew an arc in the sky and then dived towards the ground.

Almost in an instant, a strong wind suddenly blew up on the ground beside him.

The strong wind made it impossible for the people to open their eyes, and their clothes rustled.

When the strong wind died down, they saw a fat yellow bird about three meters tall appear beside them.

The yellow fluff sparkles with a smooth luster under the sunlight.

A pair of big eyes like black gemstones blinked, their gaze fixed on Ren Yi.

"Master, Jiujiu finally found you, Jiujiu!"

It lowered its head and rubbed its furry head against the palm of a random hand.

A monk recognized the bird.

"Seventh-rank Fierce Dark Bird! Isn't this the servant beast of the Demon Saint?"

"There's more than one evil bird!"

"But only the one belonging to the Demon Saint has such lightning speed, and it can speak when it is young. I'm afraid no other bird can do it, right?"

"Then... is she the Saint of the Demon Clan?"

He casually touched the soft fur of Feijiujiu and flew onto its back.

"Return to Youhuang Palace immediately!"

"Chirp!"

The fat bird flapped its wings in place, suddenly rolling up a strong airflow.

The yellow color suddenly turned into a rapidly passing meteor and disappeared before everyone's sight.

……

Youhuang Palace, the meeting hall.

Alan Wangsu unfolded the scroll, which depicted the terrain of the entire eighteenth floor.

The miniature soldier stood in the center of the map, firmly guarding the Youhuang Palace behind him.

In front of this small group of soldiers was a demon army that was twenty times larger than theirs.

They slowly surrounded the center from three sides.

The only way to break through is the west, but to the west is the unfathomable sea of ​​reincarnation.

The Sea of ​​Samsara has always been regarded as the holy sea of ​​the demons. If they abandon the Youhuang Palace and fly across the Sea of ​​Samsara in order to save their lives, it would be tantamount to giving up everything the Saint has in the Youhuang Palace.

She even gave up her status as a saint.

Therefore, they can never fly across the Sea of ​​Samsara.

Alan Wangsu's usually gentle eyes were now filled with worry.

"Report——!"

A messenger appeared in the center of the hall.

"Prince, all the teleportation arrays have failed!"

Alan Wangsu's brows frowned even more tightly.

Alan lovingly held a cup of tea and handed it to her brother with both hands.

"Brother, have some tea and take a rest. You haven't rested for two days and two nights."

Alan Wangsu shook his head. "The teleportation array is broken. The demon army of the Mo Xiuluo family can only cross Qinglong Mountain from the 17th floor. However, Qinglong Mountain is full of dangers. They can't get over in a short time."

Alan Miyi also sighed.

Thinking of the saint whose life or death was unknown, her eyes became sore and tears almost fell.

She quickly turned her back so that her brother wouldn't see her.

Baichuan Menghu walked in with Kuangjian, who covered his chest with a look of indignation on his face:

"If you let me go, I can fight the rebels again! Cough cough cough!"

The black cat that Cancan transformed into jumped onto the table and gently licked the wound on Kuangjian's chest.

Meng Hu pressed him firmly into the chair: "If the wound on your chest gets one inch deeper, your magic vein will be broken! Brother Kuang Jian, wait until your wound is healed before fighting these bastards!"

Kuang Jian covered his chest and coughed violently.

Alan Wangsu: "What's going on outside?"

"Prince Wan is now pressing forward under the banner of clearing the court of corrupt officials. Many brothers have been injured."

Meng Hu was very confused, "But as long as we return to Youhuang Palace, he will stop attacking."

Alan Wangsu's brows frowned even more tightly.

"He...he's forcing us to make a choice."

"What choice?"

Alan Wangsu's voice was tense.

"Force us to surrender voluntarily."