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

Heavenly Palace Banquet.

The entire main hall is the venue for banquets.

The interior of the hall, which is hundreds of square meters, is lined with spotless floor-to-ceiling windows, and outside the windows is a view of the sea of ​​clouds, which is said to be the most beautiful in heaven.

A gorgeous rainbow is suspended among the layers of clouds, surrounded by swaying golden particles.

Occasionally, a few cranes fly by, singing loudly, and circle in the sky, which is a beautiful sight.

The monks in the hall were toasting each other, all celebrating this day with all their heart.

Regarding everything that happened today, the monks in the Heavenly Palace were basically divided into two factions: conservative and radical.

The radicals thought that the young emperor should teach them something more ruthless, and make sure to beat those unconvinced Lingshan monks until they cry for their parents.

Conservatives think the radicals are still too conservative.

The demons' seats were arranged in the first row on the right, and it was obvious that the young emperor really treated them as guests.

Ye Shuang looked at the other Celestial Clan cultivators celebrating wildly, not looking uncomfortable at all, and raised his head to take a big gulp of wine.

Qingliu Tianzun walked up to her and patted her shoulder.

"I know you don't like the Young Emperor and feel that she has embarrassed you many times in the past, but now the situation is stronger than people, and the position of the Young Emperor is secure."

"You've seen Ye Che's attitude. He's almost becoming the young emperor's die-hard fan."

"You, take it easy."

Ye Shuang held the wine glass in her hand: "She has always been at odds with me. Once she really ascends to the throne of Heavenly Emperor, won't she hinder me everywhere?"

Qingliu sighed slightly, thinking that the young emperor didn't take you seriously at all.

Also constrained.

Qingliu left with the wine glass.

Ye Shuang raised his head and took another sip of wine, then looked back at the demons.

"The demons and the celestials celebrate together? This is ridiculous!"

Shui Yu sat beside her. "The origins of this young emperor Xiaoyao are unknown. Until now, she has not revealed the true identity of her father. She only said that he was a casual cultivator."

"Take us for fools."

Ye Shuang sneered: "She just lied to us because she didn't want to."

"Are you so willing to accept this? Back then, you ruled the Night Clan, and Lingshan often sent you treasures. Who didn't know that Ye Shuang Tianzun was above one man and below ten thousand men?"

Tianzun Shuiyu pushed a white porcelain bottle in front of Tianzun Yeshuang.

"This is a magical medicine that can drive people crazy. It cannot be detected by any magic. It is a secret medicine that is not passed down in my clan."

There was a calculation in Shuiyu's eyes. "If you have the courage, Lord Ye Shuang, I will give you this medicine. It will be considered as our cooperation."

Ye Shuang glanced at Shui Yu.

Taoist Master Hongdu died, leaving behind a name that will be cursed for all eternity.

Shui Yu, his apprentice, was as arrogant as she was before, but now she is in such a miserable state.

She absolutely does not want to see the Young Emperor ascend to the throne of Heavenly Emperor.

Moreover, Shuiyu Tianzun came from the Wansheng Immortal Sect, where the cultivators like to practice esoteric arts, so this medicine can be trusted.

She remained calm, put the medicine into her sleeve, and staggered to the demon table with a wine glass in hand.

"Come, you are a guest, have a drink."

Ye Shuang handed the cup to Meng Hu.

Meng Hu shook his head and simply said two words: "I don't want to drink."

Ye Shuang was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile and said, "I am Ye Shuang Tianzun of the Celestial Clan. In terms of age and seniority, I am still your elder. Are you not giving me face?"

Meng Hu nodded honestly, "No."

The corner of Ye Shuang's mouth twitched, and he walked around Meng Hu and wanted to find Alan Wangsu.

It is said that Prince Su of the Demon Clan is gentle and kind, and he will definitely not refuse if you ask him to drink.

"Prince Su, I respectfully drink a glass to you."

Alan Wangsu's eyes were indifferent: "The king is weak and can't drink."

Ye Shuang: “…………”

Okay, okay, you all just refuse to listen, right?

Ye Shuang suddenly threw the cup to the ground. The sound of the cup breaking into pieces attracted everyone in the main hall.

"I invited you to drink with good intentions, but you refused again and again. Do you think you look down on us, the Celestial Clan?"

……

In front of Qionglei Bridge.

The old man looked too weak and gloomy, looking at Ren Yi with resentment.

"I just came down from there a few days ago, and you want me to go back. It's all chaos and nothingness up there. It's so boring!"

Ren Yi chuckled: "Isn't the will of heaven to be free from desires and demands?"

"That was before I saw the world!" Taixu said with a smile on his face, "After drinking such delicious wine and eating such delicious barbecue, who can still stay in the void?"

She turned the ring on her hand casually: "But you really disappoint me this time..."

"Boss, I promise! I will never do this again! If something like this happens again, let the heavens chop me into pieces!"

Old man Taixu rubbed his hands, "Well... that..."

Ren Yi narrowed his eyes and said, "Let me see your sincerity first."

After saying that, he handed Taixu a piece of paper with special symbols drawn on it.

"Look what this is?"

Taixu took it and looked at it, and was immediately shocked.

"This, this is the curse array of the Heavenly Dao, Boss, have you been cursed again?"

"Oh no, this formation is not entirely a curse, but a consumption formation."

Taixu explained: "This magic circle will slowly absorb the energy of the person trapped in it to suppress the evil spirits, until the person being absorbed dies of exhaustion."

"Boss, where did this magic circle come from?"