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

Everyone in the hall was stunned. They didn't expect that Prince Wan would take the initiative to welcome the Saint into the Holy Mausoleum.

Alan Wangsu said in a deep voice: "They don't know that the Saint Girl has awakened, and they want to take the initiative to welcome the jade coffin to silence the people."

Baichuan Menghu said coldly: "The young master was harmed by them, and you still have the nerve to come here?"

Kuang Jian's face darkened. "The image on the image stone can only prove that the monster was triggered by the Black Armor Guards, but it cannot prove that it has a direct relationship with Prince Wan. If he doesn't admit it, I'm afraid not many people in the demon tribe will believe us."

He sat casually on the thick edge of the jade coffin, listening to the music and dancing outside, a sound that he wished the whole city could hear, and slowly stretched out.

"It would be a waste if we don't make use of such a big event."

Alan Wangsu raised his head and looked at her. "You want to borrow their procession and return to the palace?"

Kuang Jian frowned: "I'm afraid this is inappropriate, they are using, it's a funeral ritual!"

He walked out of the jade coffin at will, and walked out step by step towards the rising sun.

Everyone followed Ren Yi and walked out together.

Outside the City Lord's Mansion, a black team that stretched as far as the eye could see stood in front of everyone.

Every eight people in the team are divided into a group, and each group has four tall and strong men carrying a big black drum.

The remaining four people stood around, dragging or holding various animal heads and magical instruments in their hands.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Waves of heavy drum beats that shook the earth and sky rang out, and the noisy surroundings suddenly became quiet.

A middle-aged man with two swords on his back walked out of the team.

Behind him, there were hundreds of mid-level cultivators following him in an orderly manner to the front.

His eyes swept over Fang Yiru in the crowd and he bowed perfunctorily.

"Prince Wan sent us to welcome the Saint into the Holy Mausoleum. Why don't we carry her out quickly?"

Xiaoru made a face at him, "What a hypocrite!"

Alan Wangsu turned around and whispered to Ren Yi:

"The man carrying the sword is named Huyan Luo Heijian, the first personal guard under Prince Wan, and was given the surname Huyan Luo. The one next to him with a fawning look on his face is the current eunuch of Youhuang Palace - Pu Qie."

Ren Yi raised his eyebrows. Tai Guan sounded nice, but in fact he was the chief steward of servants.

Of course, the status of the eunuch of the Demon Clan’s palace, Youhuang Palace, is higher than that of a mid-level cultivator.

Park Hye walked up with a hunched back, a sad look on his face, and wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves.

"We heard that the daughter of the devil had appeared in the world, so we immediately rushed here to serve her. Who would have thought... that we would hear such tragic news... It is so sad to hear it and to see it that it brings tears to our eyes..."

"If the Saint was still alive, she would definitely be respected by all the demons." He raised his voice, "The demons could also welcome a new king. What a prosperous era that would be."

Pu Qie's voice aroused the jealousy in the hearts of many monks present.

The scene where the saint sacrificed herself to save them was deeply engraved in the hearts of those present and could not be erased.

Unlike everyone else who had sad expressions on their faces, Alan Wangsu frowned.

Tai Guan's words were simply a mockery of the fact that the saint was dead, and no matter how powerful she was, it would be useless.

"When Prince Wan heard the bad news, he immediately persuaded the elders of Youhuang Palace that the Saint Girl had sacrificed herself for Silver Snow City, so the highest standard of ceremonial guards of the demon race must be used!"

He glanced behind Fang Yiru and the others and said, "The Saint's jade coffin is still in the hall. I will send my servants to invite the Saint."

Xiaoru scratched his head and subconsciously looked in a random direction.

Pu Qie followed Xiaoru's gaze and looked at Ren Yi.

The moment he met that random gaze, Park Qie's whole body froze.

Why would a human race with no magical fluctuations feel such a strong sense of oppression?

He didn't dare to look her in the eyes.

Ren Yi said nothing, just smiled slightly and walked forward.

She stood at the front of the black-clad team, stepped on the luxurious dark red velvet carpet, and walked step by step towards the sixteen-person sedan in the center.

In the demon clan, only the Demon King has the right to ride in a sedan chair that seats sixteen.

The bearers of the sedan chair were not ordinary people either, they were all demon cultivators at the peak of the third level.

The long carpet rose from the ground and was suspended in the air in the sedan chair.

Ren Yi had just taken two steps when Pu Qie reacted and reached out to stop him.

"How dare you! This is the sedan chair that holds the Saint's jade coffin. Why don't you move away?"

A hint of arrogance from a superior flashed across Ren Yi's eyes, and he sneered with an ambiguous tone.

The monks who were watching also noticed Ren Yi. When they saw the living saint standing in front of them intact, the crowd was boiling with excitement!

"Saint?! It's really a Saint! The Saint is not dead! The Saint is still alive!"

"Devil God bless you! The Saint is not dead!"

"Knock to the Saint!"

"Knock to the Saint!"

……

The crowd fell to their knees like a tide.

Looking around, I saw all the demons crawling on the ground like humble ants.

Even the high-ranking cultivators of the Celestial and Human races stood respectfully in the distance and bowed in salute.

They were the only ones left standing there.

Everyone bowed to the woman in front of them as if they were bowing to a god.

She tilted her head with a slight smile on her lips, and the black flame totem representing the Mo royal family appeared on her forehead.

A terrifying feeling of oppression descended instantly, and the white silk robe fluttered without wind.

The heavy evil spirit transformed into countless Nine Yin Skeletons, which devoutly dragged her body and flew into the sixteen-person sedan.

He raised his sleeves casually and sat cross-legged in the middle of the empty sedan.

The sedan chair was open, with only four long black gauze curtains fluttering in the wind.

Random and slightly lazy gaze fell on Park Qie.

When Park Hee was touched by that gaze, his whole body trembled and he fell to his knees with a thud.

With beads of sweat on his forehead, he shouted: "Greetings to the Saint!"

Ren Yi turned his head and then looked at Hei Jian, the only person standing in the field.

Hei Jian held the sword in both hands and looked straight at Ren Yi with sharp eyes.

What Prince Wan wanted to bring back was the body of the saint, not the living saint.

If you really bring such a saint back, it will definitely be disadvantageous to the prince.

Alan Wangsu's face remained calm, but his words were filled with chill.

"Prince Wan was grateful for the Saint's kindness and took the initiative to welcome her back. Why do you not look happy when you see that the Saint is safe and sound? You even look directly at her, regardless of your status?"

Black Sword's eyebrows were sharp, and he sneered: "Saint girl?"

In order to become a saint recognized by all demons, one needs to pass the succession trial. Who is she now?

The long sword on Black Sword's chest sensed its master's emotions and began to hum continuously.

Baichuan Menghu and Kuang Jian also placed their hands on their own magic weapons, staring at the black sword with unfriendly eyes.

Ren Yi looked at the black sword with interest. Are they going to start a fight?

That's even better. Not only will all that Prince Wan has worked so hard for come to nothing, but it will also allow others to further see Prince Wan's true face.

Prince Wan has been planning for so many years just to take the position of Demon King legitimately.

Now that she is the legitimate heir, if they take action against her, they would be traitors.

The demons will regard them as traitors.

Park Qie had obviously thought of this as well. He immediately stood up and ran to the side of Black Sword, using magic power to transmit secret messages.

[Don't do anything, don't fall into their trap! ]

Park Hye winked at him.

[I just checked her out, and she has no magic power at all. I think although she survived the disaster, she was injured and her cultivation is gone. I'm afraid she has no magic power at all. Let her go back to Youhuang Palace for now. Once she gets there, there will be plenty of ways to make her disappear.]

Hei Jian closed his eyes, as if he was trying his best to endure it.

Finally, he loosened his grip on the sword and knelt in a random direction.

"See Saint."

He raised the corners of his lips casually, raised his arms and supported them on his knees, then supported his head and looked towards the glaring sun in the distance.

"Let's go to Youhuang Palace!"