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

As the crowd was arguing and no conclusion was reached, Ren Yi slowly stepped back a few steps, turned around and walked back to the bridge.

She looked up at the calm sky and spoke loudly:

"Old man, are you pretending to be dead?"

The people who were still arguing stopped and looked up at the sky.

There was no sound in the clear sky.

Ren Yi chuckled, but this time he said to Yun An, "Where is the Shadow Stone?"

Yun An held the image stone in both hands and walked to Ren Yi: "Here."

Before Tianzun ascended the Qionglei Bridge, he found him with the photo stone and asked him to record everything that happened.

At this moment, the photo stone is still recording silently.

"You don't have to give it to me. You can make hundreds of thousands of copies and distribute them to everyone in the Three Realms. Make sure that within a month, everyone will spit when they mention the will of heaven."

Yun An said solemnly: "Yes!"

"You little girl, I'm just old and speak slower, why are you so anxious?"

The old man's voice finally appeared again.

Ren Yi smiled and said, "I think you are either too slow in speaking or too thick-skinned."

The old man laughed out loud: "Hahahahahahaha, you are such an interesting girl."

"Old man, are you trying to hide your embarrassment with laughter?"

Old man: “…………”

"Girl, I am not wasting my time by the bridge in vain. The Qiankun Pot in my hand can hold the entire city's population at once. It is more powerful than any of your high-grade magical instruments."

The old man's voice had a hint of flattery that he didn't even notice.

"I'll exchange it with you, okay?"

"Show yourself and call the master."

"You don't like this? I still have the Soul-Breaking Sword in my hand. With one strike, I can cut off the opponent's soul. It is..."

"Show yourself and call the master."

"I don't like this either. I have a hidden treasure in my chest, a heart-protecting mirror that can block..."

"Show yourself and call the master."

The old man was completely at a loss: "You won't listen, right?"

"Okay! Since you insist on doing this, then I will tell you straight away! I am the will of Heaven. If you want to form a pact with me, you must bear the curse of Heaven!"

"Heaven's curse! Do you dare to accept it?!"

Ren Yi lowered his head, touched his wrist, and waved to the sky, "Come down, I'll show you something, and after you see it, you'll give up."

Everyone looked up at the sky.

What is the will of heaven like?

The next moment, a white shadow was seen falling from the sky.

The white shadow slowly revealed an old man with a white beard and wearing a white robe.

The old man had white hair and beard, and a circle of strange red-gold characters was wrapped around his wrists and ankles.

A heavy pressure came over me.

The old man's appearance was not much different from that of an ordinary person, but in his eye sockets there was no distinction between eyeballs and whites, but instead a shrunken starry sky.

The moment the old man appeared, everyone knelt down and saluted again.

Only Ren Yi still stood there, smiling and waving at him, "Come here."

The old man walked to Ren Yi with an expressionless face, opened his mouth and was about to say something.

The next moment, the whole person froze in place.

The totem that appeared on the little girl’s wrist was actually... a curse from heaven!

The old man suddenly raised his head and looked at Ren Yi.

He hasn't given her a condom yet, but she already has one?

Has the curse of heaven become so rampant?

The will of heaven is not limited to him. It must be that this girl acted too erratically and was framed by others.

If he anointed her and replanted his...

As he thought this, he held her wrist.

"I'll take a closer look..."

The corners of her mouth slowly curled up, and she stretched out her hand in front of him.

The monks behind Ren Yi also stretched their necks, wanting to see what Ren Yi showed them.

Before they could see clearly, they heard a loud bang.

Suddenly, red thunder bolts as thick as fingers fell from the clear blue sky.

Every bolt of real thunder fell right on the old man's head.

The old man staggered backwards after being struck by lightning, and the real lightning seemed to have eyes, and no matter which direction he fell, it would accurately strike him on the head.

After seven real thunders, a puff of white smoke rose above the old man's head.

The hair on the top of his head disappeared, revealing a bald scalp.

After the real thunder, the old man's knees softened and he fell to the ground with a thud.

That is... the nine-fold curse under the essence of Heaven!

It is the highest level curse in all planes!

Ren Yi sneered and turned to look at the stunned crowd.

The golden cloud pattern on the forehead slowly lit up.

"Now, does anyone still doubt my identity?"