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

"The time has come, let's get started!"

An Zun's eyes were cold, and they were full of ambition to dominate.

Mingzhu walked in front of Anzun and slowly closed her eyes.

The Dark Lord continuously infused his own power into Mingzhu's body.

The powerful purple-black gas continued to squeeze the original ghost energy in Ming Zun's body.

The two energies collide and collide with each other within Mingzhu's body.

Mingzhu curled up in pain, cold sweat kept breaking out, and broken moans escaped from her mouth.

Dark Lord had a blank expression on his face as he continued to increase the amount of energy being transferred into her body.

"Do you really think that my energy is so easy to accept?"

When the purple gas was completely poured into Mingzhu's body, the nails on her hands that were grasping the ground had all broken.

There was blood all over the ground.

She covered her abdomen and slowly stood up.

A black demon butterfly slowly emerged on her left cheek.

Mingzhu's eyes also changed from red-gold to chaotic gray.

"I have already selected three hundred monks. These monks are all my confidants. And according to the level of cultivation in this plane, they are all monks of the sixth level."

"There are also my three generals, they are all good at the art of disguise."

"Let them lurk in the Three Realms and stir up disputes among the three races. Then the Three Realms Martial Arts Competition will turn into a melee."

"Even if that person has supernatural powers, it's useless."

Mingzhu nodded and slashed her arm with the dagger in her hand.

A shocking wound immediately appeared on the arm.

Dark blood kept gushing out, dripping onto the ground from the fingertips.

Black figures kept emerging from the pool of blood on the ground.

The more figures emerged, the paler Mingzhu's face became.

Not until all three hundred figures appeared outside the cave did Mingzhu no longer hold on and fell to the ground.

Three hundred monks knelt down in unison and saluted the shadow of Dark Lord in the air:

"Meet the Dark Lord!"

An Zun waved his hand and said, "Rimu, Kunwu, Tianbi, each of you will lead a team and spread them throughout the Three Realms..."

Before he could finish his words, Mingzhu beside him could no longer hold on and fainted.

An Zun sneered: "Don't worry about her, we..."

His eyes paused for a moment, and then fell accurately on Mingzhu who had fainted.

He looked at her in shock, as if he couldn't believe it, with an inexplicable storm in his eyes.

"Master...?"

Mingzhu woke up slowly.

She was still in the abyss, but her wounds had healed.

Even my strength has recovered a lot.

The summoned monks stood neatly in front, looking respectfully at the Dark Lord in the air.

When An Zun saw Mingzhu wake up, he immediately asked, "Why do you have the aura of my master on you?!"

Mingzhu was stunned. The aura of his master?

Thinking back to when he was in the dark cell, he stabbed her many times at random.

Until her body was destroyed... Could it be that at that time, she placed a trace of her soul into her body.

Her hesitation caused the suppressed storm in An Zun's eyes to surge again.

"Could it be that you...you are..."

Mingzhu rolled her eyes and immediately said, "I can't remember the past. Whenever I think about it, my head hurts."

Her mother said that Ren Yi was the female tyrant from the previous dimension.

And An Zun was one of her former disciples.

Although he was expelled from the sect long ago, he never gave up his ambition.

He has been searching for random whereabouts in various planes.

However, his random ascension failed, and for some reason he ended up in this plane instead.

By the time she and her mother found out about this, it was already too late.

By that time, Ren Yi had already become the Demon King, and Yue Qinxue, that idiot, had even lost the trust of the Celestial Clan.

But now...if I let An Zun recognize me as his master...

Not to mention his 100,000 troops, even if it was all his energy, he would give it to her as long as she wanted.

Thinking of this, Mingzhu slowly raised her head and was about to say something ambiguous, but her eyes met the frost in Anzun's eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat. "What, what happened?"

Snapped!

A crisp slap landed on Mingzhu's face.

"My master's soul possesses a unique golden light of reincarnation, which is not something an ant like you can impersonate!"

"Tell me! Where is my master?"