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

In the demon clan, the colors of the Yama Orders from high to low are gold, purple, red, blue, green, and white.

The Demon King's Yama Order is golden, and the Yama Orders of the Four Kings and One Emperor are purple.

The Yama Orders of other nobles and aristocratic families are generally blue, and only a small number of nobles have red Yama Orders, which is the second color after purple.

All of these families that possess the red Yama Order have made outstanding contributions to the demon clan, or are large clans that have existed for thousands of years.

In the past, it was not easy to see one or two large families with red Yama Orders.

Not to mention that like now, thirty Yama Orders appeared all at once.

Park Cheol felt like he was falling into an ice cellar. Now he understood everything!

How could he forget that although these people were dandy, they were actually the heirs or direct disciples of the major aristocratic families!

At the beginning, I used them to embarrass the Saint because I saw that they had no special abilities but were of noble status.

Unexpectedly, the Saint took advantage of this group of brainless idiots and started the inheritance trial!

He rushed forward to stop him, but was kicked away by the irrational Chu Yang.

"Get out of here, you damn slave!"

Park Qie was caught off guard and was kicked flying backwards, hitting the opposite wall.

Ren Yi added fuel to the fire: "You guys have no brains and no courage. You revealed the Yama Order without telling your elders today. I'm afraid your hands are shaking with fear, right?"

Her index finger gently poked Chu Yang's chest through the Yama Order.

"Little lamb, go home and drink your milk."

Chu Yang stared at her with furious eyes.

He squeezed the Yama Order tightly and poured a trace of his soul into it.

The other twenty or so people following behind him were all good brothers who grew up with Chu Yang.

They have a deep bond and would hold hands even if they had to poke a hole in the sky.

So without any hesitation, they also poured their spirits into the Yama Order.

Thirty red Yama tokens lit up at the same time, with a red light shooting out from each token.

The red lights converged into a huge red torrent, turning into a pillar of light that soared into the sky and pierced the clouds.

In the clear sky, a dull thunder suddenly sounded!

The sky quickly darkened, and the thick clouds rolled endlessly as if they were stirred by an invisible hand.

Interlaced lightning flashed across the sky like silver snakes. A strong wind suddenly arose from the ground, making everyone's robes rustle.

The succession trial has begun.

This earth-shaking sound startled everyone in Youhuang Palace.

Thirty thunderclaps fell in succession, each one landing on the Jilei Mountain outside the Youhuang Palace.

When Baichuan Menghu hurried over, a large group of people had already gathered outside Jilei Mountain.

The three elders who were originally presiding over the last day's priest ceremony, now stood at the front with grim faces and long expressions.

The three elders were surrounded by a large group of elders and clan leaders from noble families.

The Great Elder was so angry when he saw Ren Yi, Chu Yang and others standing at the entrance of Jilei Mountain.

"The succession trial is no joke, come down quickly!"

E Xun Wuya glanced at the horrified faces of his parents in the distance and swallowed subconsciously.

He pulled Chu Yang's sleeve and asked, "Have we made a big fuss?"

Chu Yang was a little scared, but he still said stubbornly: "Although we are young, we are also orthodox nobles. We naturally have the right to start the trial to test the heir of the Demon King!"

Finally, he added in a low voice:

"At worst, I'll be hung up and beaten again. It's just a superficial injury. I won't die!"

Wu Ya’s eyes widened, the only thing left in his mind was “it’s over”.

The patriarch of the Exun family rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward, but was stopped by his wife.

"Let go, I'm going to beat him to death!"

"Husband, there are so many people watching us, don't get angry!"

E Xun was so angry that his chest ached, but he didn't know that the demon tribe was actually controlled by Prince Wan.

Do you think that the E Xun family is very tough by getting involved in the fight between the Saint and Prince Wan at this time?

Feng Cheng Chu Yang's father, Feng Cheng Liu Jun, had a pair of tiger eyes that were intimidating without him even getting angry. He raised his foot and walked towards Chu Yang's position step by step.

"Rebellious son, look at the good things you have done today!"

The trial initiated by the thirty Yama Orders is unique in the entire history of the demon race.

This saint has no roots and does not represent any family.

If she really succeeds in the trial, after she ascends the throne, the cultivation resources they currently possess must be handed over to Youhuang Palace.

He would never allow this to happen!

Feng Chengliu Jun stretched out his hand to grab Chu Yang, "Quickly withdraw the Yama Order and go back home!"

"Inheriting the tradition of the Trial Demon Clan is an unparalleled honor. Is the Lord of Fengcheng defying the Creator Demon God by doing this now?"

The woman in front of him was slender and thin, with a pointed chin that made her look even thinner. There was no magical fluctuation around her.

But such a woman who seemed like she would fall down if the wind was strong had a pair of unusual eyes.

There was a scornful look in her eyes from a superior, and a hint of hostility.

She was obviously smiling, but Feng Chengliu Jun felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Feng Cheng Liujun's eyes were as cold as ice, and he said in a cold voice: "You have not been recognized by the three elders, so this trial does not count!"

Ren Yi smiled faintly, walked to the front of the stage, and said loudly to all the noble families below the stage:

"This Saint has the approval of thirty nobles holding the Yama Order. They have followed tradition and started the trial."

"Don't you dare disobey?"

She walked forward slowly, glancing at the people in front of her one by one.

"Or has the Demon King been missing for only a few years, and you have already turned your back on the teachings and betrayed the Demon Clan?"

These questions were like heavy hammers hitting the crowd.

Including the three elders, everyone's eyes flickered and they didn't dare to answer.

Whoever accepts such a high hat will be doomed.

He raised his hand casually and snapped his fingers lightly with his left hand.

Crash-!

A transparent blue chain emerged from her wide sleeves.

One end was still wrapped around a random arm, while the other end held its head high like a venomous snake, standing tall in the wind.

An extremely cold breath emanated from the chains, turning into white mist that rolled down.

The devil's natal magic weapon - the Netherworld Chain!

The faces of the three elders were filled with shock.

I have always heard that the Saint once summoned the Netherworld Chain in Silver Snow City, but no one has seen it since.

The Great Elder once thought it was a rumor, but now the Netherworld Chain appeared in front of everyone in a grand manner.

It is still a state of recognizing the Lord.

Ren Yi's eyes were calm, his right hand was clenched and pressed against his chest.

Om-!

The crisp sound of a sword was heard, and the next moment, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from Ren Yi's chest.

Dozens of ribbon-like magical torrents gushed out from his chest, with Ren Yi as the center, and a strong wind suddenly arose.

Her fair right hand seemed to grasp something at her chest, and then she gently raised her hand.

A completely black sword was pulled out.

The golden inscriptions on the sword lit up inch by inch, and terrifying demonic pressure descended from the sky.

He just relaxed his hand lightly, and the black sword swung out like a wild horse, carrying with it a powerful sword energy, and pierced diagonally into the open space in the center.

A sharp sword intent burst out from the sword, and ripples like waves appeared on the hard ground.

The faces of the elders and the head sect leader standing in the front were all pale.

It was as if all his internal organs were stirred, and his magic veins all over his body were aching.

The great elder suddenly knelt down and kowtowed deeply to the black sword in front of him.

"I never thought that I would see the Evil Moon Sword again in my lifetime!"

The great elder raised his head, his eyes filled with tears.