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

Sit at the table in the bedroom and drink tea.

The aroma of tea wafted in the air, enveloping her face.

She looked through the window at the two little birds in the garden.

The blue phoenix, which was only the size of a pigeon, spread its wings and its small eyes were wide open.

"Chi chi chi chi!"

The fat Jiujiu opposite it was not to be outdone, and its small pointed beak pecked at the place where the blue phoenix landed.

"Choo Choo Choo!"

Fat Jiujiu takes advantage of his physical strength and temporarily gains the upper hand.

But if the blue phoenix is ​​made angry, it will also make a fake move and chirp.

Baichuan Menghu looked at the two birds in the courtyard and said with a smile:

"Young Master still has a way. With this barrier, no one can find the Blue Luan Bird."

"As for the Blue Luan Bird, it will never be bored with Fatty Chirping as its companion!"

After the young master came back from Wanren Mountain, he performed a play.

Let everyone see with their own eyes the soul of the blue phoenix bird dissipate.

They all thought that the soul of the Blue Luan Bird was temporarily condensed because of its last breath.

This way there would be no idea of ​​attacking the blue phoenix.

"Young Master, since you have asked us to send Yue Gushan's body back, why don't you send the Blue Luan Bird back as well?"

Picking up the teacup casually, "Yue Gushan's body is too special. Only if we send it over in an upright manner and pass through a clear path, no one will gossip about it."

"It also has a body that is useless to the demons. It can also be said that it is to show the demons' magnanimity and slap the faces of the celestials."

"But the Blue Luan Bird is an eighth-level spirit beast after all. The demons cannot control it, but refining pills is always possible, right?"

"So, the Blue Luan Bird can only die and cannot be returned to the Celestial Clan."

Baichuan Menghu didn't care, "They are your birds anyway, you can keep them wherever you want."

"This barrier is only visible to you, so remember to come and see it often."

"Don't worry, little master!"

Meng Hu bowed to Ren Yi and walked out of the bedroom.

As soon as Renyi closed the door, Zarshi came over.

"Brother Tiger, how does it feel to go to the Heavenly Palace?"

"so so."

"If you are so calm, you must have killed everyone and beat them to a pulp."

"Nonsense, we are attending the banquet on behalf of the demon clan, how can we be so rude?"

Meng Hu straightened his sleeves and said, "It's just that I don't drink when they toast me, I turn the table when we serve food, and I slap them in the face when they provoke me."

Zarshi was stunned. "Indeed, it's not that rude."

"How are the preparations for the martial arts conference ordered by the king going?" asked Menghu.

"Every level is preparing. Some old antiques from several tribes are very resistant and even clashed with the demon army that went to deliver the order."

Zarshi frowned, "Brother Kuangjian has already gone."

Meng Hu also had a worried look on his face: "Those tribes are all descendants of the generals under the Creator Demon God. They are the most stubborn."

"If we can defeat them, no one will object to our discussion of martial arts."

"I hope Kuang Jian can deal with them."

A few days later, Alan Wangsu came to see Ren Yi with a sullen face.

"Your Majesty, Kuang Jian sent a message talisman, hoping that you can go there."

"He sent out seven in a row, which is not like his usual style."

Ever since the three elders issued the imperial decree to recruit a husband, Alan Wangsu has been staying in her study, reviewing reports submitted from all over the country.

In just these few days, he not only annotated and sorted out all the memorials that had been accumulated over the past ten years.

He also sorted out the fragments left by the Creator Demon.

He was so enthusiastic that the three elders, who were servants of the Creator Demon, had to accompany him throughout the process.

Otherwise it would appear that they are insincere.

After enduring for a few days, the three old men almost ascended to heaven on the spot.

Random eyes fell on Alan Wangsu indifferently, "What did he post?"

Alan Wangsu laid out several message talismans one by one in front of Ren Yi:

[Your Majesty, the three tribes are fighting each other! ]

[Your Majesty, the three tribes are fighting the Celestial Tribe! ]

[Your Majesty, two Heavenly Lords from the Celestial Clan have come to support us! ]

[Demon King, I am Crazy Sword. I need 300,000 Demon Ore, 200,000 Kun Crystals, and 3,000 Magical Instruments. Send them here as soon as possible.]

[Demon King, I am really a mad swordsman, why don’t you reply to my message? ]

[Demon King, please send the Crazy Sword to us! ]

[Demon King, only with these things can I land my head here (crossed out) land on the ground (crossed out) land on my head (crossed out) and stand out from the crowd, do you understand? ]

He pinched his eyebrows casually.

"If the last few were written by Kuang Jian, I would eat all these papers."

Ren Yi's ears moved slightly, and a thunder note appeared in front of his eyes.

This is the talisman of the Thunder God, and only she can see it.

[The guards found the aura of the demons on Shuiyu and suspected that a demon had sneaked in. They are now asking the Qiankun Tower to verify everyone's identity! ]

Randomly narrowed his eyes.

This is directed at her.