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

When the two walked back to the square, the crowd had already dispersed.

Only Du Rui Tianzun was still standing on the stage. Seeing the two of them, Du Rui clasped his hands together and looked at them with a smile:

"Do you two know where Tianzun's cave is?"

"Last time, Tianzun sent a lot of materials, and I refined a lot of elixirs. I was just about to send them to her, but I couldn't find her."

The three thought that Xiaoyao must have returned to Bixiao Cave, so they flew to Bixiao Cave again.

Passing through the entrance of Bixiao Cave, you can see a wide open space.

There are towering mountain walls all around, but there is nothing blocking the view above, and you can see the starry sky.

In front of the open space is a two-story building, which was originally the place where the Emperor of Heaven practiced.

"When I came here just now, I found that the lights were not on, so I turned back to the Heavenly Palace."

Yun An looked at the still dark courtyard, feeling a little anxious: "It seems that Tianzun hasn't come back yet."

Yu Bai pushed the door open and walked into the courtyard.

Yun An frowned and was about to reprimand him for not entering at will, but he heard Yu Bai say:

"There are no restrictions on this courtyard. Hey, the barrier on the gate was set up by me..."

Yu Bai, who had already walked into the yard, shouted, "Brother Yun'an, come in and take a look!"

Yun An was worried that Xiaoyao Tianzun might faint inside, so he had no choice but to follow him in.

But when he stood at the door and looked inside clearly, he was also stunned.

The courtyard was empty, without even the most basic tables, chairs or benches, and there was only dust on the ground.

Yu Bai: "How can you say he didn't come back? He said he never lived here, right?"

Du Rui: "Maybe the Heavenly Venerable has another cave somewhere else?"

Yun An: "Before, Tianzun was injured and unconscious. Lei Shen said that Tianzun has been recuperating here..."

The three of them looked at the empty room, speechless for a moment.

It seems that Xiaoyao Tianzun has never lived here...

Where do you usually live on that day?

…………

Secluded Bamboo Palace.

After a whole day of preparation, the coronation ceremony finally began.

"Please welcome the Saint of the Demon Clan!"

When Wu Ya shouted, the elders, sect leaders and others who were waiting on both sides of the thousand-layer steps bowed to greet him.

Under the silvery moonlight, the snow reflects the bright white light.

The clean steps were covered with dark red petals, and a woman in a black and gold floor-length dress walked slowly towards them.

The black long skirt is embroidered with intricate golden patterns, showing off her beautiful figure to the fullest.

She did not walk in formal steps, nor did she clasp her hands together over her chest as etiquette required.

Instead, he gently shook his sleeves and walked up the high steps slowly and leisurely.

The black skirt swayed behind her layer by layer with her footsteps, like a blooming rose.

The slender earrings sparkled with scattered light, hitting her slender neck again and again.

When her high, thin red shoes stepped on the last step, she slowly turned around and looked down at everyone.

This pair of shoes was specially customized by Ren Yi for Wu Ya, originally for the convenience of wearing this long skirt that drags on the ground.

But in the eyes of everyone at this moment, it gave everyone present a strong sense of oppression.

They looked up at any random face.

Today, the saint is graceful and elegant, with a few painted red petals quietly blooming at the corners of her eyes, making her mysteriously beautiful.

She had her hair untied, and it was flying in the air.

The moment she tied her hair and put on the crown, she became the master of the Eighteen Levels of the Demonic Realm.

Alan Wangsu and Shu Yuan stood on the left and right sides of the stairs respectively.

They were wearing white gowns, with their hair tied up in jade crowns, and had handsome features and elegant temperaments.

A man wearing a lavender robe embroidered with white dragon patterns, with a pair of cold and distant eyes on his extremely aggressive handsome face.

Those deep purple eyes only revealed a hint of warmth when they looked at Ren Yi.

The great elder walked up to Ren Yi holding a red treasure box.

"Please wear the crown, Saint! From now on, you are the only king of the eighteenth floor of the Demon Realm!"

Everyone's heart was pounding.

It's been ten years.

It has been ten years since the previous Demon King disappeared!

During the past ten years, the demon clan was torn apart, with the aristocratic families and the demon sects each ruling their own territory, and the sects fighting against each other.

Today, someone can finally put an end to it all!

A random look fell on the crown in the treasure box.

The ring-shaped crown was inlaid with golden gems, and long pearl tassels hung neatly in front.

Perhaps he was only one step away from becoming the Demon King. Even though he had not used any spiritual power, the pain in his wrist had begun to spread throughout his body.

When she stretched out her hands to take the crown, a deafening roar suddenly came from the sky:

"Wait!"

A long spear flashed across the sky like lightning, accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and shot fiercely towards the steps!

With a narrowed eye, the spear froze in mid-air in an instant.

The gun was shaking wildly, but it couldn't move forward even an inch.

He raised his hand and swung it lightly at the spear, and the spear flew back instantly.

Three Kuiniu swooped down from the opposite mountain and bit the spears.

The bull shook its head, and the spear returned to the hands of its owner who was riding on its back.

Prince Wan held the gun in one hand and rode slowly towards this side on Kuiniu.

Behind him, there was a middle-aged man riding an ice tiger.

The man had a small moustache and his golden robe was embroidered with various pierced gemstones.

The exaggerated golden earrings have a golden hue.

Even the ice tiger under his crotch wore a pure gold collar around its neck.

Behind the two of them, there were more than a dozen people riding their respective servant beasts, running all the way to the front of the crowd.

Prince Wan's pair of tiger eyes are intimidating even without him being angry.

"Saint, I am here to congratulate you today!"

He snapped his fingers behind him.

Baichuan Menghu swiftly moved a chair and placed it behind Ren Yi.

He sat down leisurely and spoke slowly:

"The prince is young, but his mind is muddled."

"What does the saint mean by this?"

"The moment you kneel down and pay homage to me, it means that you will be able to see me anytime in the future."

“You can only kneel down.”