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

Seven days later, a spectacular funeral procession arrived outside Youhuang Palace.

They played music and attracted the attention of all the defenders along the way.

"Didn't they say the Saint was not dead? How come..."

"This is already the biggest joke in our Youhuang Palace, and you don't even know about it?"

"how?"

"They thought the saint was dead and rushed to attend the funeral, but they didn't expect that the saint was not dead at all and came back sitting on the coffin."

"This saint who rode back to the palace in a funeral procession has become a legend in the history of our demon clan!"

"Now the nobles of various families are very curious about the Saint and are waiting to see her."

"........."

In the funeral procession, Alan Wangsu and the others followed all the way, only Xiaoru stayed in Yinxue City and did not come.

Youhuang Palace is the residence of successive demon kings, equivalent to the demon clan’s royal palace, and is located in the deepest part of the demon realm - the eighteenth floor.

"Get off the sedan!"

Pu Qie turned around and smiled at Random, "Saint, the Youhuang Palace is ahead. Please get off the sedan chair."

He stretched lazily, glanced at the towering black palace in front of him, and said lightly:

"I can't walk."

The veins on Pu Qie's forehead bulged, and he knew that the Saint was going to do something weird again.

Along the way, he had witnessed how powerful this woman was.

He didn't take the small roads or the big roads, but had to pass through every major city in every level of the Demon Realm.

Once you enter the city, you have to stop and go as you please, it's so troublesome!

She didn't care whether the monks on the road recognized her or not, she just grabbed anyone on the road and chatted with them.

"Where is the girl from?"

"How do you know I'm a saint and saved Silver Snow City?"

"Where are you going?"

"How do you know I'm a saint and saved Silver Snow City?"

"I heard that Silver Snow City was hit by a beast tide. What was the situation like at that time?"

"How do you know I'm a saint and saved Silver Snow City?"

"..."

This meaningless conversation was repeated thousands of times in seven days.

In just seven days, the entire Demon Realm probably knew that the Demon King had a daughter, who was the Saint of the Demon Race.

Not only did he save the demon saint, but he was also welcomed into the Youhuang Palace by Prince Wan.

Go to his Youhuang Palace!

They originally planned to welcome him into the holy mausoleum!

In order to appease the emotions of the demons, the funeral procession was carried out according to the standards of the Demon King.

Unexpectedly, this gave the woman an opportunity to take advantage of it. Not only did she gain fame, but she was also criticized by other demon monks because of the funeral procession she used.

Now they are really in a difficult situation.

On the road, if something went against this woman's will in the slightest, she would grab people and cry to them.

What an orphan girl was oppressed by Prince Wan?

All the illnesses and pains are the sequelae left by sacrificing one's body;

What? The people of the Demon Realm have forgotten the Demon King, and all those days and nights of bloody battles...

The other monks who spoke directly had red eyes and were filled with guilt, and at the same time they looked at them with eyes that seemed to want to eat them...

Pu Qie suppressed the old blood in his chest and asked flatteringly: "Saint, what else do you want?"

Ren Yi raised his sleeve and coughed twice, then looked towards the black sword.

"I am weak and very tired after walking all the way. Let him carry me in."

The corner of Park Hee's mouth twitched. I've been carrying you all the way, why are you tired at all?

I'm afraid it's just my mouth that's tired!

Park Qie was extremely unwilling and could only complain in his heart. He looked up at the black sword with flaming eyes and could only continue to curse inwardly:

You reckless man, you reckless man, the more you glare at her, the more she will torment you!

He walked quickly to Black Sword and whispered:

[Just bear with it for a while. Once he enters Youhuang Palace, he won't be able to do anything about it.]

Seeing that Black Sword was unmoved, Park Hee could only bring up Prince Wan.

[I received the talisman from the prince yesterday. There were only two words on it: "Kill with flattery."]

No matter how difficult this woman is, she has lost her cultivation after all. Besides, she has been hiding in the human world for so many years and has not seen the world.

When the time comes, they just need to flatter her until she is at a loss, and then she will naturally be in their hands.

Hei Jian gritted his teeth, walked to the front of the sedan chair, turned his back and bowed slightly.

Ren Yi lazily stood up and uttered two words clearly: "Kneel down!"

Hei Jian clenched his fists, and Pu Qie beside him kept winking at him.

Black Sword could only kneel down in humiliation with his back to him.

Seeing the vicious look in Heijian's eyes, Ren Yi curled the corners of his lips.

In the previous life, after Prince Wan ascended the throne, he ordered Black Sword to chop off the heads of several important officials who were loyal to his father and hang them outside the city for public display.

Black Sword seems to be a righteous man, but he is actually a vicious pervert.

He secretly detained the wives of important officials and locked them up in his house, torturing them day and night for his own pleasure.

He loved to torture those female monks who were extremely talented.

Seeing the once high and mighty female cultivator crawling at his feet and being tortured by him, he felt extremely satisfied in his heart.

Doesn’t he like to humiliate female monks? Today, let him have a taste of his own medicine.

Without moving a step, she continued, "Kneel down a little. Do you need me to teach you how to be a slave?"

Hei Jian couldn't bear it any longer, and just when he was about to stand up regardless of the consequences, a huge bird claw fell from the sky.

Press his head firmly to the ground.

Fat Jiujiu lowered his furry head slightly, "Don't you understand what I'm saying, Jiujiu!"

As a personal guard of Prince Wan, Hei Jian has been doing whatever he wants over the years and has never suffered such humiliation.

He immediately used his magic power to shake the bird's claws away, but his magic power was suppressed by Fei Jiujiu and he was unable to resist.

This dead bird is clearly only in its infancy, so why is it so powerful?

Feijiujiu sensed his resistance, so it pressed his head with its claws and crushed it hard on the ground.

Fei Jiujiu raised his head and looked down on Pu Qie and the others.

It originally used its spirit to protect its master for seven days and seven nights. Later, when the master woke up, its spirit power was instantly bounced back.

Not only did it not suffer any harm, but its soul was also strengthened and tempered after traveling through the master's body.

Even if we look across the three realms, only very few people can get the opportunity to temper their souls if given the chance.

After this battle, his cultivation level increased significantly.

Unless Black Sword immediately unleashes all of his magic power, it will be difficult to break free.

But does he dare to fight the Saint's servant beast at the gate of Youhuang Palace?

Ren Yi looked at Hei Jian, who had his butt sticking up and his head pressed to the ground, and smiled slightly.

She stood up, walked to the edge of the sedan chair, raised her foot and stepped on his back.

"Well, I finally feel comfortable. Let's go."

Fei Jiujiu raised his bird claws, shook his fluffy fur, and followed Renyi closely.

Hei Jian lay on the ground, crawling forward step by step using his hands alternately.

He turned his head and looked up at Ren Yi who was standing on his back, his eyes filled with overwhelming hatred.

This dog-like lying posture was his favorite move that he made the female cultivators he imprisoned do in the past.

Because this can crush their arrogance and make them understand that they are not the daughters of immortals, but a group of bitches, lowly bitches.

But Ren Yi actually dared to use this on him!

This bitch!

Sooner or later he would cut the tendons in her hands and feet, strip her naked, and throw her into a slave camp to torture her!

Randomly raised his foot and nodded his head.

"Tsk tsk, are you cursing me in your heart? Don't worry, this Saint is least afraid of being scolded, because I like to 'kill'."

When the last word "kill" was uttered, the air pressure around him suddenly dropped.

It was as if at that moment, a hand suddenly grabbed Hei Jian's heart, making him feel suffocated.

Before he could react, the feeling disappeared.

The arrogant Black Sword Guards carried Ren Yi to the main entrance of Youhuang Palace and successfully attracted the attention of everyone present.

He jumped off the black sword's back and looked up at the gold-plated plaque above his head.

Secluded Bamboo Palace.

Finally, we have come to this point.