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

Mo Yin turned to look at Ren Yi: "Showdown? She has gathered all the students and teachers in the academy, hundreds of cultivators."

"And you have the academy's slave mark on your body, which means you have no chance of winning!"

Mo Yin was very confused: "Why are you acting so rashly?"

Tiezhu didn't want to listen any more and was about to say that although his master was crazy, he was definitely not stupid.

Since she said she would go, there must be a way.

But Ren Yi got there before him and reached Mo Yin's side.

He reached out and patted her shoulder, "I'm used to doing things like crazy. If you're afraid of death, just run away by yourself."

After saying that, Ren Yi took Tie Zhu and Yun An and walked towards the square.

Mo Yin also stood up and followed without saying a word.

Ren Yi turned his head and glanced at her: "Do you really want to die?"

Mo Yin was very stubborn: "I swore that I would take care of my benefactor until the end of his life."

She raised her head and looked straight into Ren Yi's eyes:

"If you are in danger, I will die for you. If you are not in danger, I will take care of you until the end of your life."

Tiezhu heard nothing. He only heard the four words "to provide for the elderly and to see them off to the end of their lives" which kept turning in his mind like a tongue twister.

So annoying, this woman is more annoying than that fat bird Feijiujiu.

When she stepped onto the last step, all the monks in the square looked at her.

In the small square, there were four or five hundred foreign monks standing densely.

Mingzhu, wearing a hood and wrapped tightly in a white robe, led the taciturn masked man and stood at the front.

"You are really brave. You dare to come back?"

Mingzhu flicked her sleeves and looked at them coldly.

"Who are you? Did you kill Long Jian and the others?"

When Tiezhu and Yunan came up, they were already prepared for a fight to the death.

But at this moment, he just took two steps forward, with an innocent and confused expression on his face.

"Dean Mingzhu, Teacher Long Jian took us to look for some secret treasure. We lost many companions before we finally found the secret treasure."

Mingzhu's eyes lit up: "Did you find the secret treasure?"

"We did find it, but Long Jian wanted to keep the treasure for himself and brutally killed other students."

"He also said that this was all on the orders of the dean."

Mingzhu shouted angrily: "Nonsense! If that were true, how could Long Jian let you go?"

"He left us here because he and I are the ancient descendants, and our blood can appease the Ice Flame."

Ren Yi sighed, "When he got the secret treasure, he wanted to absorb the ancient spiritual energy inside. He thought that the spiritual energy could help him get rid of the slave mark..."

"Who knew that the spiritual energy would all come out in an instant, he died, and the secret treasure was also wasted."

After hearing this, I don’t know how much Mingzhu believed it, even Tiezhu couldn’t help but laugh in his heart.

His master's words are not only a weapon, but also a brainwashing function.

He mixes truth and lies, and he can still make you cry even without getting drunk.

Mingzhu's pale golden eyes looked Renyi up and down, "The Heavenly Demon and the Demonic Tribes just let you go back like that?"

"They fought each other, suffered heavy casualties, and few were left alive."

"Long Jian gave them to them before taking the secret treasure and covered them with a barrier. In a few days, the news of their death will spread throughout the three realms."

Mingzhu thought about what to say and turned to look at E'cang.

Ercang lowered his head and whispered something in her ear.

Mingzhu nodded and raised her hands and clapped twice.

Four students dragged up two men who were beaten to a bloody pulp.

The two men had already lost consciousness, and purple-black bloodstains were trailing along the way.

"They are your companions from the Feiyu and Kuiniu tribes. No matter what I asked them, they said they didn't know."

"I will let them have a taste of the bronze tripod."

Mingzhu stood on the stage, her eyes full of coldness: "This dean doesn't like mutes. These two angered me, and this is what happened!"

When Tiezhu saw Daoeryu and Menghu who were beaten to the point of being on their last breath, murderous intent instantly filled his eyes.

But the next moment he saw Yun An shaking his head at him.

Tiezhu was stunned and looked at Ren Yi again.

Ren Yi still looked calm and composed.

He realized, the anger in his eyes dissipated, and the magic power prompted tears to well up in his eyes.

"Aniu! Amao! You...died miserably!"

Mingzhu smiled coldly and waved at the four students who were dragging people up.

The four of them immediately threw Meng Hu and Dao Er Yu into the middle of the students.

When the students present saw these two people, greedy expressions appeared on their faces.

The saliva in their mouths was secreted rapidly, their eyeballs turned red little by little, and suppressed low growls were heard from time to time.

As soon as the two bodies were thrown in, they immediately pounced on them and bit them.

They broke the body's arms and tore at it madly.

He stuffed the bloody fingers into his mouth and chewed them with big mouthfuls.

Even the internal organs were not spared.

They were like a group of mad beasts, with only killing and death in their eyes.

Mingzhu watched this scene with satisfaction.

She pointed to the bronze tripod in the center of the square and said, "Whether what you said is true or not, you can tell by standing on it. Do you dare to do it?"

Ren Yi looked at the bronze tripod with a hole repaired by Long Jian and nodded slowly.

She looked up at Mingzhu and said meaningfully:

"Great, now we have an understanding of all this."

He jumped onto the bronze tripod and sat cross-legged on its lid.

Mingzhu said coldly: "Say what you just said again!"

Ren Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes, which were innocent just now, suddenly became indifferent.