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

When the demon cultivators saw this moment, they were all in an uproar.

"Your Majesty! It's Your Majesty!"

"The king is not dead! That's great!"

The demon monks looked at Ren Yi, tears flowing uncontrollably from their eyes.

Only they themselves know what kind of miserable life they have been leading over the past month.

Whenever I think of the days when the devil was still around, I can't help but feel sad.

Now that I see Ren Yi alive, the excitement in my heart is indescribable.

Mingchuan and the others were terrified, "Retreat!"

They turned around and transformed into bursts of black gas, quickly rushing into the air.

Ren Yi slowly raised his head, raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Seven ice cones appeared out of thin air in the air, and eerie white cold air continued to emanate from the ice cones.

He randomly reversed his right hand and pushed the ice cone forward, and seven ice cones flew out like lightning.

Each ice cone hit a ball of black gas accurately.

All they heard was a series of screams in the air, and the black gas instantly transformed into the appearance of a Dark Night Monk, falling to the ground with a thump.

She flew up at will, her red skirt fluttering in the air.

When he landed, he stepped right on Mingchuan's chest, pinning him firmly to the ground.

Mingchuan felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked at Ren Yi in shock and anger:

"We, the Dark Night Clan's monks, are immortal, but you..."

puff!

Before he could finish his words, the head flew out.

The black blood splattered on random sides of the face like ink.

She hooked her finger at the flying head, and the unconscious head floated back into her palm strangely.

The expression of shock and anger was frozen at the last moment.

If you use any five fingers to exert force instantly, the head will be like a bursting watermelon, with juice flowing out in all directions.

He shook his hands casually, and they were instantly clean as before.

When the Dark Night Monks saw this scene, they were so frightened that they began to tremble all over. They didn't care about the icicles sticking out of their bodies and crawled around frantically.

Ren Yi stood in the wind and snow and snapped his fingers again.

The heads of the surrounding Dark Night Monks exploded one by one, and black blood mist appeared one after another.

The body lost control and fell stiffly to the ground.

The leading demon cultivator Fang Qing was one of the people who entered the succession trial with Ren Yi that year.

Seeing that Ren Yi was still as calm and composed as he was back then, I felt a sense of sadness in my heart for some reason.

When I saw the white hair clearly, tears flowed uncontrollably.

Your Majesty, you also went through untold hardships before returning to them, right?

"Your Majesty, you are finally back!"

"It's great that you're not dead!"

"With you here, we have nothing to fear!"

Everyone knelt down and shouted, "Meet the Demon King!"

Tiezhu also jumped down from the tree and walked to Renyi's side.

Fat Jiujiu shrank into the shape of a small fat bird and stood on someone's shoulder.

After a long time of kowtow without any response, the crowd could not help but look up at Ren Yi.

Who knew that when I looked up, I only saw a random back.

Fang Qing was anxious: "Your Majesty, where are you going?"

He stopped casually, but did not turn around.

"My identity...is no longer suitable for being your Demon King."

"Just pretend you haven't seen me today..."

Fang Qing and his group all stood up, dragging their injured bodies and rushing to Ren Yi in a hurry.

They knelt on the ground, holding Ren Yi tightly with both hands.

"Your Majesty, even if you are a half-blood of a celestial being and a demon, you have saved the people of the entire Three Realms. That prophecy of the destruction of the world is completely false. We don't believe it!"

"Yes, Your Majesty! You are the daughter of the former Demon King. No matter who your mother is, you are the blood of our Demon King family!"

"If you don't become the king, no one else will be!"

"Your Majesty, please don't abandon us!"

"We can't live without the King!"

I tried to pull my arm out of their hands, but I didn't expect them to just slide down on their knees and walk away, unwilling to let go.

Ren Yi sighed, "Just let it go."

Those people still refused to let go: "You are our king, you can't abandon us!"

Fatty Jiujiu was shaken uncomfortably and flapped his wings before landing on top of the iron pillar.

"What is the master doing? 啾~"

Tiezhu grabbed a handful of melon seeds from somewhere and said, "Acting."

"Acting? When will it be over? It's so cold around here."

Tiezhu shook his head: "It's too early. I'm afraid we'll have to perform many shows along the way."

"But..." Tiezhu's eyes lit up, "I really want to see the cultivators from the Celestial Clan come over as well."

Tiezhu chuckled twice: "It will be very interesting when the master's boat capsizes!"