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

A small deserted island outside Wanren Mountain.

Shu Yuan and Prince Wei have been stationed here with their troops for two days.

Every night, the martial arts fanatic Prince Wei would pester him to compete in martial arts, but he did not show up today.

Shu Yuan glanced in the direction of Prince Wan's tent.

the light is on.

Representatives have military affairs.

At this time, military affairs can only be sent randomly.

He was not called because this "military mission" was issued solely to the prince.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his long legs and strode towards the tent.

When he was almost at the door, he turned his wrist and a small blue wine jar appeared in his hand.

With a smile on his face, he reached out and pushed open the curtain of the tent.

"Brother, let's drink tonight... eh?"

Shu Yuan's gaze inadvertently fell on the message talisman held in Prince Wei's hand.

He placed the wine jar on the table at the door, and he quickly walked to the side of the prince, "What is this?"

From the moment Shu Yuan came in, Prince Wei's eyes were already drawn to the two jars of wine.

He stuffed the note into Shu Yuan's hand, rushed to the door and raised the jar in his hand.

When I pulled out the cork, a rich, settled aroma of wine rushed straight to my nose.

It was as if all my limbs relaxed.

Shu Yuan is particularly good at brewing wine.

Many years ago, Prince Wei went to the tenth floor to visit Shu Yuan for military affairs and drank the wine that Shu Yuan brewed himself.

From then on, all other wines became plain water, bland and tasteless.

This time they came out together, and he thought he could enjoy a feast, but unexpectedly Shu Yuan said that he had not brewed wine for a long time.

"Shu Yuan, you really lied to me. This wine is so mellow, it looks like it has been brewed for more than ten years!"

Prince Wei held the wine jar tightly and said, "Since you came to me to drink, it means that the wine is for me. In this way, there is a pot of tea on my table. You drink tea and I drink wine. Isn't this fair?"

Shu Yuan seemed not to have heard his words, and just tightened his fingers holding the small note.

There is only one short sentence above:

"Quickly come to the west corridor of the Wanrenshan Sacrifice Palace."

Shu Yuan turned around and looked at Prince Wei calmly.

"This message was meant for this prince. How did it get to you, Prince Wei?"

The prince who was holding the wine jar tilted his head, "Huh?"

"You don't believe me, Prince Wei?" Shu Yuan's eyes were indifferent. "How did the king address you in the past?"

While Prince Wei was still thinking, Shu Yuan had already given the answer: "Prince Wei, Uncle Wei."

Prince Wei nodded.

Shu Yuan held up the small piece of paper in his hand, "But there is no title on this note, which proves that it is written to someone of the same generation, such as me."

The Prince used his free hand to scratch the side of his face.

Although the Demon King has a superior status, in terms of seniority, he is indeed of the same generation as Shu Yuan.

"But this note was left in my tent." said the Prince.

Shu Yuan glanced at Prince Wei, without even changing his straight voice.

"That's because we have been discussing military affairs in your tent these days."

Prince Wei was even more confused. "Didn't you dislike my loud voice and not allow me to come to your tent?"

Shu Yuan rolled up the note carefully and put it into his sleeve:

"That's because the king has foresight and has considered everything."

"He knows that you and I will definitely discuss military affairs together, and at other times, you can't find me."

"Besides, the demon army we brought this time are all under your command. It is safest for you, Prince Wei, to be in charge here."

Prince Wei suddenly realized: "That's right, with me here, it's absolutely safe! No, niece, the king is really smart!"

"Then I will set off now." Shu Yuan walked towards Prince Wei, who subconsciously held the jar of wine tightly in his hand.

"Go quickly, I'll wait for you to come back for a drink." Prince Wei rolled his eyes and added, "If there is any left by then."

Shu Yuan raised a faint smile, lifted the curtain behind the Prince-to-be and walked out.

Prince Wei shouted at Shu Yuan's back: "It's safe! Absolutely safe!"

On the other side, Ren Yi estimated that the time was about right, so he left the barrier at the corridor and walked to the entrance of the corridor to wait.

It was just past noon and the sky was bright.

But the originally bustling temple became unusually quiet.

The evil practitioners in the black prison all hid themselves and did not dare to come out.

An hour ago, Mingzhu urged the monster with a bird's body and an ox's head to absorb the first spiritual power from all the monks who had bought incense.

Those monks finally realized that this incense was not some treasure that could be used to treat the dead.

Instead, it is a deadly thing that absorbs their souls.

What made them even more terrified was that they were simply unable to leave the range of Wanren Mountain.

Once you leave here, you will instantly turn into ashes, and nothing will be left.

They could only hide and keep trying to use their cultivation to sever the connection between themselves and Lingxi.

The defensive barrier of Wanren Mountain has been activated. People outside cannot come in, and people inside cannot leave.

But Ren Yi was not worried about not becoming the prince.

This barrier can defend against mid-level cultivators, but it cannot defend against high-level cultivators above the seventh level.

As long as Prince Wei can protect others, she can use her spiritual energy without any worries.

Just as Ren Yi was thinking about it, a man suddenly jumped out from the bamboo forest on the side of the road.

"Little bitch! I finally caught you!"

Liang Sheng's eyes were red, and he held a long sword in his hand. He looked around and laughed:

"Your thugs are not with you, prepare to die!"

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