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

As soon as Le Ge and Ling Feng walked back from the cliff, supporting each other, they met Prince Wan's murderous eyes.

Both of them felt a pang in their hearts at the same time.

In addition to being the chief and deputy generals in the siege of Youhuang Palace, they are also two of the seven great demon generals.

Both of them have followed Prince Wan for many years and are loyal to him.

The prince would not do that to them.

Prince Wan turned his head and swept his cold eyes over the two of them.

A gleam of light suddenly burst out from his tiger eyes, and the long sword spun rapidly in his palm.

The next moment, the blade pierced through the necks of both of them, and blood splattered.

The two people's incredible gazes were fixed at the last moment.

When the head rolled off the body, the body was still stiff.

Although both of them killed countless people, they never expected to die at the hands of their master.

Not only them, but also the remaining four old men in white robes and the two thousand demon soldiers who took action were all killed one by one by Prince Wan.

Blood spread at his feet.

All of Prince Wan's demon soldiers were frightened and took a few steps back, keeping a distance from Prince Wan.

He was so cruel to the two demon generals, let alone these ordinary soldiers?

When Prince Wan met Ren Yi's fierce gaze, he forced a smile.

"Saint, can this show my sincerity?"

Ren Yi raised an eyebrow at Prince Wan.

"Your Highness, you have a very cruel heart. I just asked you to hand over the people, but you were afraid that they would surrender to me, so you killed them all."

Clap your hands randomly.

"It is truly a blessing for them to have a master like you."

Prince Wan's teeth were chattering. He didn't expect that he would be forced to cut off his arm by the Saint today, and he would have to endure her ridicule!

He bowed and saluted: "Saint, you are too kind. That flowing light..."

"Alas, Prince Liuguang is seriously injured. I have no choice but to keep him by my side and nurse him back to health."

A pair of intriguing eyes glanced at Prince Wan who was kneeling on the ground.

"Will the prince not disagree?"

Prince Wan's expression became even uglier.

She wanted to use the streamer as a proton...

"The Saint is very caring towards her subordinates. This King is... grateful."

The last four words were squeezed out from between his teeth with difficulty.

"My lord, resign!"

"Wait." Ren Yi smiled, "Don't be in such a hurry to leave. Look, my Youhuang Palace has also suffered a lot of damage during this 'protection of the emperor'. Shouldn't the prince compensate us?"

He admired Prince Wan's twitching mouth corners and the bulging blue veins on his forehead.

Aren't you pretending to be a subject? Aren't you pretending nothing happened?

Once in her hands, no one can leave without shedding a layer of skin.

Prince Wan ordered his men to bring up a box of top-grade Kun crystals. "What do you think, Saint?"

Ren Yi frowned and looked at it critically, "Wu Ya, quickly read out our losses to Prince Wan."

Wu Ya, who was suddenly called out, immediately ran to Ren Yi.

He glanced around, Youhuang Palace...it seemed like there was no loss?

He glanced casually at the crack on the wall that appeared a hundred years ago.

Wu Ya understood what he meant: "The wall... the wall is broken. That was the wall that the Demon God loved the most in the past!"

He nodded casually and stepped on the ground again.

"The ground..." Wu Ya looked at the floor made of blue bricks, "The ground is also scratched!"

After some random reminders, Wu Ya seemed to have his Ren and Du meridians opened.

"Three of the fish in the pond were frightened to death. They were the favorite fish of the Demon Lord!"

"The lawn has been trampled, and that's the favorite lawn of the Demon Lord!"

Ren Yi coughed twice to signal Wu Ya that it was enough.

Wu Ya closed his mouth reluctantly.

Prince Wan's hand holding the knife was shaking wildly, and the blue veins on his forehead seemed like they would burst at any time.

The Demon Lord loves to trample on the walls and floors!

The fish in the pond died before they arrived, okay?

He glanced at the servants behind him.

The servants carried up ten large boxes.

Wu Ya touched his nose and approached Ren Yi, "Saint, it's almost done. This box is a top-level storage device. One box is worth a mountain of treasures. Prince Wan's wealth has been drained by half."

After listening to it, Ren Yi suddenly shouted:

"You still want Qinglong Mountain? What Qinglong Mountain? Prince Wan is already very sincere."

Wu Ya stared at Ren Yi blankly, "Saintess, I didn't say I wanted a mountain..."

"Although Qinglong Mountain was once the site of Youhuang Palace, Prince Wan has already taken the mountain away for so long, how can he bear to give it up?"

Ren Yi turned to look at Prince Wan and said, "This gift is too heavy."

Prince Wan's eyes were burning with rage and he was breathing heavily like an old cow.

In and out of the eighteenth floor, in addition to the teleportation array and the Sea of ​​Samsara, there is also the Qinglong Mountain which is filled with monsters.

But there is a barrier formed in ancient times on the mountain. Mastering the barrier is equivalent to mastering Qinglong Mountain.

If Qinglong Mountain is taken back, Prince Wan will no longer be able to control the eighteenth floor.

It will be basically impossible to besiege Youhuang Palace again in the future.

The servant behind him came with the jade disk of the Qinglong Mountain barrier and handed it to Ren Yi with both hands.

Ren Yi nodded contentedly.

Prince Wan couldn't even force a smile on his face. This time he didn't gain any benefit at all, and he also lost his best soldiers and most of his family wealth!

"I resign!"

This time, he couldn't even muster a false smile.

Looking at Prince Wan's back as he led his troops away, she curled her lips and smiled slightly.

The monks on the boat also arrived at the gate of Youhuang Palace.

Lan Hairou ruffled Chu Yang's short hair and said, "Son, you did a great job."

Wu Ya looked at his father, the chief of the E Xun clan, and his eyes became sore.

"Dad, I almost thought I couldn't see you anymore..."

Chief E Xun patted Wu Ya's shoulder.

"Son, you helped the Saint to protect Youhuang Palace and almost died for it. This..."

"I will definitely open a separate page for you in our family tree!"