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

Everyone in the audience looked at each other in bewilderment. This palace maid looked unfamiliar; none of them had ever seen her before.

When Mingzhu saw the smile on Ren Yi's face, she suddenly understood.

This requires her to make a choice!

Either hand over the little wooden sculpture, or she could pretend not to know her and let her go.

If she doesn't hand over the small wooden sculpture, she will be besieged by the monks from these three realms today!

But the little wooden sculpture… was the last thought she had.

How on earth did she know about the little wood sculpture?

Mingzhu was caught in a dilemma.

When Yun An saw that someone dared to disrespect the Emperor of Heaven, she frowned and a stream of spiritual power shot straight at her.

Mingzhu's pupils suddenly shrank and she immediately dodged.

At the same time, he grabbed the small wooden sculpture with his right hand and raised it high.

"I do have a little wooden sculpture here, but it was left to me by my mother!"

She glared at Ren Yi fiercely, "Why does the Emperor of Heaven say this is yours!"

"Look, this little wooden sculpture is a tiger, because my birthday is a tiger!" Mingzhu showed the little wooden sculpture to everyone, "Is the Emperor of Heaven trying to rob it?"

Mingzhu looked at Ren Yi provocatively.

Don’t you want it? Then prove that this thing belongs to you first!

Everyone in the audience was in an uproar.

It was not because of the ownership of a small wooden sculpture, but because this little palace maid actually dared to challenge the Emperor of Heaven.

It's crazy.

Wu Ya whispered to Meng Hu:

"The Celestial Clan's coronation ceremony has so many twists and turns. Last time there was poisoning and betrayal, and this time we're starting to investigate."

"Ah, being the Emperor of Heaven is really terrible."

Meng Hu's mouth twitched, and he didn't bother to pay attention to him: "Don't talk, listen carefully!"

Wu Ya looked at him suspiciously, "Why do you care so much about the affairs of the Celestial Clan?"

Meng Hu: “…………”

Ren Yi stood up slowly, his expression still calm.

"You said your mother gave this to you?"

She looked around and asked, "Where is your mother? Do you dare to call her out for a confrontation?"

Mingzhu looked at her with a livid face, but couldn't say a word.

"Why? Not here? Then tell me her name and where she lives?"

"Now most of the cultivators from all races in the three realms have arrived, and there are familiar cultivators everywhere."

"As long as you tell it, there will be monks to distinguish the truth from the false."

Mingzhu was about to make up a story, but after hearing Ren Yi's next few words, she dared not say anything more.

"She, she..."

Ren Yi smiled softly: "Why did you think about it for so long? It can't be possible that she is not from the Three Realms, right?"

Ming clenched her fists. The questioning looks from everyone made her feel uneasy.

"The wood used for the small wood carving is dragon wood. My mother brought it back from the Far North. It is the only piece of this kind in the world."

"I wonder where your mother got it from?"

Ren Yi's calm and indifferent tone caused Mingzhu to fall into great panic.

She carried the small wooden sculpture with her every day, but never realized that it was actually a dragon-shaped wood!

When the cultivators from the three realms who were watching saw Mingzhu's guilty look, how could they not understand?

Everyone stared at Mingzhu with a wary and unfriendly look.

Ren Yi stretched out his hand towards her and said, "Hand over the things."

Random's gaze met Mingzhu's gaze in the air.

One is full of hatred, the other is calm and composed.

Mingzhu looked down at the small wooden sculpture in her hand, her struggle and anger almost burning her to death.

Now that she has lost Ercang, she no longer has the ability to control the puppets.

If she were exposed here, she would have no way to protect herself.

Under the gaze of everyone, she walked steadily to Ren Yi and slowly placed the small wooden sculpture in Ren Yi's palm.

He gathered his random fingers together and grasped the wooden sculpture.

Mingzhu did not let go, and even seemed to suddenly change her mind and pulled it back.

He didn't indulge her at all. With a turn of his wrist, he pulled the little wooden sculpture back into his arms.

At the same time, a burst of spiritual power turned into a strong airflow that pushed Mingzhu back several steps.

He fiddled with the small wooden sculpture in his hand and pointed at her lightly:

"Catch her."

Mingzhu's heart was filled with alarm, but she tried her best to remain calm:

"I have already given you the wooden sculpture! You should let me go as agreed! Is the Emperor of Heaven going to be a traitor?"

Ren Yi raised his eyebrows and asked, "When did this emperor make a promise with you?"

Mingzhu was stunned. "You just clearly..."

She stood there in a daze, her face suddenly turning pale.

"Are you imagining things in your mind?" Ren Yi looked at her with pity, "Is this emperor letting you go if you hand over the little wooden sculpture?"

"I've seen people with thick skin, but it's rare to see someone as thick-skinned as you."

She turned to the monks and said, "She is Mingzhu who calls herself the ancestor of the temple. Her real name is Xiaomei, and she is from the mountain mandrill evil ghost tribe."

"He was also the mastermind behind the killing of all the cultivators during the Heavenly Demon Martial Competition together with Yue Qinxue."

"Oh, right. It was also her who created Juntian Academy, which led to the tragic deaths of countless monks from other races, and their souls were taken away by them."

"She was also the one who used the Soul-Returning Incense to deceive people in the Demonic Tribe's Wanren Mountain, and she also took away the souls of the deceived monks."

"Oh, by the way, the fight between the Red Sun Clan and the Black Nightmare Clan was also her doing."

"How can I make a deal with a sinner like you, or let you go?"

Mingzhu felt as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over her head.

She glared at Ren Yi angrily: "What are you barking about! It's all nonsense!"

Ren Yi sneered: "People who grew up eating shit are different. Their mouths stink much more than others."

"you!"

Before she could finish her words, Yun An slashed at her with a sword.