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

Mingzhu was strangled by An Zun, and her face turned purple instantly as she had difficulty breathing.

"Kill me, and you will never be able to come to this plane again..."

An Zun's pupils suddenly shrank, and he raised his hand and threw the pearl away.

Her back hit the wall hard and she fell to the ground.

And the wisp of spiritual consciousness that was arbitrarily attached to Mingzhu was also pulled out.

An Zun held the wisp of spiritual consciousness in his hand, but could only watch it slowly dissipate in the air.

An Zun's clenched fist was shaking slightly.

"The energy I left in your body is enough to make you completely disappear from this plane! You'd better not irritate me!"

Hearing what An Zun said, Mingzhu suddenly laughed, and her bloodstained teeth looked scary.

"Kill me? I am the only one who knows her whereabouts now. Are you willing to kill me?"

An Zun slowly narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

Mingzhu stood up and raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth.

"Her soul was trapped arbitrarily. I fought with your master before, and this trace of consciousness was planted at that time."

An Zun looked at her suspiciously, as if pondering the credibility of her words.

"When the Three Realms meet, Ren Yi will definitely sacrifice your master's soul to completely seal this place."

"If you still want to see her, you must help us open the barrier!"

An Zun didn't say anything, but he obviously believed it to some extent.

In any case, he had already searched most of the other planes, but there was no trace of his master.

The master is most likely in there!

"Rimu, Kunwu, Tianbi, during this period of time, you must obey Xiaomei's orders and not disobey."

The three of them looked at each other and bowed: "Yes!"

An Zun looked at Mingzhu and warned in a deep voice: "You should know the consequences of deceiving me."

His figure slowly faded and disappeared.

Mingzhu looked at the three hundred monks in front of him, with a look of pride in his eyes.

Renyi, I'll be waiting for you at the Three Realms Martial Arts Competition!

Ren Yi, who was watching all this silently in the bedroom, slightly raised the corners of his lips.

In a corner where no one could see, the scattered spiritual consciousness condensed again.

It flew as lightly as a feather into the barrier of the evil ghost king, the mandrill.

The light blue magic circle slowly rotated, and the spiritual consciousness and the formation merged together and disappeared without a trace.

Ren Yi watched Mingzhu training the three commanders like she was training dogs, with a slight smile on his face.

It turns out that the so-called Dark Lord is her traitor - Su Jingchen.

Things are getting more and more interesting.

……

There are less than ten days left until the Three Realms Martial Competition.

Go and see everyone’s cultivation progress at will.

Chu Yang has one more magic vein than ordinary people, and his cultivation speed is the fastest among them.

During these days, he has made rapid progress and his cultivation has reached the peak of the sixth level.

As a rising star, he has already narrowed the gap between himself and Ziwu and Daoeryu.

It only took a few days to enter the seventh level.

Wuya and Zarshi's cultivation also successfully entered the fifth level.

The cultivation levels of Baichuan Menghu and Kuang Jian have both broken through the seventh level.

Especially Meng Hu, his right arm has been forcibly replaced with blood many times. Now his right arm can briefly reach the eighth level in an explosive state!

While everyone was practicing madly, Tiezhu did not become introverted. Instead, he occasionally played with the birds and practiced illusion.

When I feel lazy, I just do nothing and lie down.

Even so, his cultivation quickly rose to the eighth level.

The reason is simple. As the duration of his contract with anyone increases, his soul and strength are passively growing.

If you hold on to the right person, you can easily reach the peak of your life.

Fang Yiru also came to Youhuang Palace recently, preparing to go to Wanren Mountain with them to participate in the Three Realms Martial Arts Competition.

Fang Yiru has divine power. After not seeing him for a while, his cultivation has actually broken through to the eighth level.

He took a pot of wine and went to Qingzhu Palace alone.

In the clean and tidy study, Alan Wangsu was sorting out the invitation cards for the Three Realms Martial Arts Competition.

When Ren Yi walked in, Xing Hammer was grinding ink for Alan Wang Su.

"Do you want to, Xing Hammer, you also have the temperament of a red-sleeved lady?"

Hearing the random teasing, Xing Hammer touched his head embarrassedly, "Greetings, Your Majesty!"

"I can't understand anything else, I can only grind ink for my master."

He bowed to Ren Yi and Alan Wangsu and then left.

Alan Wangsu also stood up and saluted Ren Yi.

The random divine sense swept over him, and without having to continue supplying energy to the magic circle in the abyss, his cultivation quickly recovered.

Alan Wangsu, who is known as a genius in demon cultivation, has also reached the astonishing peak of the eighth level.

Alan Wangsu stood up and walked to the table at the side to pour tea for Ren Yi. His side profile shone with a warm luster like jade.

"Your Majesty, are you here to see the attendance list?"

"No, I want to go to the abyss today."

Alan Wangsu nodded, raised his hand to release the barrier to cover the Green Bamboo Palace, and at the same time activated the magic circle to take Ren Yi into the abyss.

Alan Wangsu was still unable to move, and remained there translucently.

Ren Yi carried two jars of wine and walked into the cave of the abyss with ease.

"Little girl, you're here again."