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

Ercang was confused, "What do you want to do?"

"The Demon King of the Demon Clan is chosen based on bloodline inheritance, while the one of the Celestial Clan is appointed by the previous Celestial Emperor, which means inheritance succession."

"So Ren Yi can easily control the demons, but she can never become the Emperor of Heaven!"

"That is to say, she can only choose to become the Demon King, and then use the identity of Free and Easy Heavenly Venerable to control the Celestial Clan."

Mingzhu crushed the teacup in her hand, her light golden eyes filled with sinister intent.

"Being half-Devil and half-God is a curse that foretold the destruction of the world, but she has thrived by using the dual identities of both the Devil and God races."

"Isn't she afraid that the higher she stands, the harder she'll fall?"

Ercang looked at Mingzhu, whose smile was becoming more and more crazy, and felt worried.

"Mingzhu, the Holy Spirit asked us to come out for another mission. If the Holy Spirit knew that you did not look for a solution but got entangled with her instead, she would not let you go. We should..."

"afraid!"

Mingzhu slapped Ecang on the face.

"My business, you also configure the beak?"

"Isn't she trying to climb up? I'll give her a hand and let her climb higher and higher!"

"When both the Heavenly Demon and the Demonic Race rely on her, respect her, and worship her as a god, I will reveal her identity as a Heavenly Demon hybrid."

"I want to see her deserted by her friends and relatives, and see all her former friends and relatives turn their swords against her!"

"I want to see her in agony and heartbreak, otherwise I will never be able to get rid of the hatred in my heart!"

Ercang's cheeks were already red and swollen. He looked up at Mingzhu, grabbed the broken sword on the table, and walked out first.

A voice so soft that it was almost inaudible floated in the air.

"Xiao Mei, I really miss the days with you in the Exiled Abyss. It was just you and me..."

Mingzhu looked at Xiaomei's back and crushed the second cup she had just picked up.

"I have never forgotten the days I spent there, and I will never go back again!"

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Secluded Bamboo Palace.

As soon as the three of them returned to Youhuang Palace, they were shocked by the scene before them.

All obstacles were cleared from the teleportation array on the eighteenth floor to the streets along the Youhuang Palace.

The black and red curtains intertwined with each other, decorating the entire Youhuang Palace and the surrounding roads.

Amid the flying snow, the eye-catching red color attracts everyone's attention.

It was early morning when they returned.

But the guards and maids coming and going in Youhuang Palace were in a hurry. They shuttled through various palaces, busy but not chaotic.

There was a red silk in the fat Jiujiu's mouth, which was hung high up under Alan's affectionate guidance.

"Left, left, my left is not your left!"

Alan Miyi had just hung up the phone when Wuya came running over.

"No, no, use golden silk right on top!"

"Take it off quickly!"

Wu Ya looked at Alan Miyi who was standing still and shouted even louder: "Hurry up!"

Alan Miyi took advantage of the moment when Wu Ya turned around to call Fei Jiu Jiu and kicked him hard in the butt.

"Why didn't you say so earlier!"

"Why don't you talk about it after the ceremony starts?"

Wu Ya covered his buttocks and howled at the top of his lungs: "I've been entertaining those noble families all the time. I don't have time!"

Alan Miyi's mouth twitched: "Why, are you here to attend the ceremony too?"

Wu Ya squatted on the ground and felt wronged: "It's all Prince Wei's fault. He gets drunk and acts crazy. There's no way to stop him!"

"Then don't let him drink it!"

"He listens to me?" Wu Ya held his head. "Last time I went to persuade him, he hung me up and forced me to drink. My urine at night was burnt yellow and contained alcohol."

"When will the Saint come back? If she doesn't come back, no one can control these monsters!"

A black skirt appeared in Wuya's sight.

He was stunned and looked up along the skirt little by little.

At first glance, I ran into those calm eyes.

Wu Ya's tears burst out immediately, he hugged Ren Yi's thighs with both hands, crying:

"Saint, you are finally back!"

"This position of chief steward of Youhuang Palace is simply retribution for my wanton indulgence in the past twenty years!"

Baichuan Tiger grabbed Wuya by the collar and lifted him up, "Where are you holding me? I can punch you away with one punch. Do you believe me?"

Wu Ya was caught by the tiger. Just when he was about to retort, he looked up and saw Tie Zhu's eye-catching face.

Ren Yi looked around with interest, "There are still three days left, take me around!"

Wu Ya landed on the ground with a start, feeling as if his whole body was filled with electricity.

"go!"

Alan Miyi and Wuya walked in front. With someone's support, they walked with the wind.

The two pushed open the door of the main hall of Youhuang Palace and saw a scene that was even busier than outside.

The most relaxed person in the whole audience was Prince Wei.

More than fifty wine jars were stacked in the middle of the hall.

Prince Wei sat on a mountain of wine jars, pulling the three elders to drink until their faces turned red and their necks became thick.

Prince Wei had his back to the gate and did not see Ren Yi, but the three elders saw him.

The moment their eyes met Ren Yi's, the three of them stood at attention instantly.

The three of them were clearly several hundred years old in total, but they were so weak in the face of the Saint, a girl who was less than twenty years old.

Especially after experiencing the incident of Prince Wan forcing the emperor to abdicate.

The scene of the Holy Lady riding the Fierce Dark Bird flying towards them not only trampled on the threat of death, but also established her majestic image in everyone's heart.

As a result, now when they see the saint, they dare not breathe loudly.