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

Meng Hu looked at Yu Bai's thin arms and legs and said with disdain:

"Back then, your brother Yun An came with us to the Ice Castle. He ran too slowly, so I tied him to my belt and dragged him along."

"Leave him, and here you are again, you hypocrite!"

Yu Bai suddenly felt that his legs were no longer sore.

"On the belt? Really? Tell me!"

Tiezhu's mouth twitched as he looked at his excited expression. It turned out that no matter what race, gossip is an innate attribute.

The mole demon left a number of small teleportation arrays in the corridor, which can teleport forward a short distance at certain intervals.

If it weren't for the teleportation array, it would take them forever to get there if they just relied on their own two legs.

Meng Hu was too lazy to pay attention to Yu Bai and walked straight to Ren Yi:

"Little Master, are you tired?"

"A little tired." Ren Yi said.

"This road is indeed too long. If you feel too tired, let me carry you."

When Yu Bai heard this, his eyes widened.

"No way, if your Majesty says you are tired, you have to carry her. If I am tired, then I am just a fool?"

Meng Hu rolled his eyes: "What the hell are you? Are you worthy enough to compete with my little master?"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, he waved his hand casually:

"It should be night outside now, which is the active period of the demon tribe. We will rest here for two hours."

"Yes!"

Shu Yuan leaned against the wall with his sword in his arms. His wide sleeves covered the sword, leaving only the black hilt exposed, making his face look even more handsome and pleasing to the eye.

Ren Yi stood up and said to Shu Yuan, "I heard that you have a soul-summoning grass that can not only repair the soul, but also greatly increase your cultivation?"

Shu Yuan cast a meaningful look at Ren Yi.

Didn’t she refine the Soul Summoning Grass into the sword in his hand?

Shu Yuan wanted to communicate with any magical power, but found that the magical pressure around him was too strong and he could not communicate in secret.

His eyes met with Random in the air, and after a while he said, "Yes."

"That's great. My power has been sealed. If I have the Spirit Summoning Herb to help me repair my soul, I will be able to recover as soon as possible."

"But this Summoning Spirit Grass needs to be nurtured by the spirit soul. Shu Yuan, take out the Summoning Spirit Grass and let everyone put it in their own spirit soul to nurture it for half an hour."

Her eyes swept across everyone's faces one by one:

"There are five of us. We took turns to take care of it for two hours. It happened to come back to me, so I didn't keep it warm. I just ate it directly."

"The demonic pressure at the bottom of the sea is too strong. Everyone needs to enter a state of meditation and rest, otherwise all the spiritual and demonic veins in the body will be in severe pain."

Shu Yuan opened his palm, holding a small blue grass.

"Start with this king."

He pushed the grass back into his body and nurtured it with his soul.

Everyone nodded, followed Ren Yi and sat cross-legged to practice meditation.

I don’t know how long it took, but I slowly opened my eyes.

The four people in front of him were all sitting cross-legged and practicing.

She stood up and clapped her hands loudly.

The crisp sound of slapping made the four of them open their eyes.

Ren Yi looked at everyone with a smile: "Two and a half hours have passed, why hasn't anyone come to wake me up yet?"

Except for Shu Yuan, Meng Hu and the other three were stunned and looked at each other.

Shu Yuan also looked at the three of them: "After I finished nurturing, I gave the Soul Summoning Grass to Tie Zhu."

Tiezhu nodded, "I also nurtured it, and then I gave it to Menghu."

Meng Hu turned to look at Yu Bai and said, "I nurtured it for half an hour and then gave it to Yu Bai."

Yu Bai was full of question marks: "Impossible, no one called me, I was in meditation until His Majesty called me at the end!"

Meng Hu slowly narrowed his eyes: "Impossible, the spiritual herb was right in front of you at the time."

Yu Bai was dumbfounded, "No, really no one called me!"

He stood up and walked towards Ren Yi step by step: "Your Majesty, I really didn't take the spiritual herbs, you have to believe me!"

Meng Hu's pupils suddenly contracted, and he dodged in front of Ren Yi:

"Your Majesty, there's something wrong with him. He's lying! Back off!"

Tiezhu and Shu Yuan also stood up and looked at Yubai with unfriendly eyes.

Yu Bai felt as if struck by lightning. Looking at Meng Hu, who was full of murderous intent, he subconsciously took a half step back:

"Your Majesty, you have to believe me, I really didn't take it!"

Meng Hu still did not let down his guard: "Being in a trance is not a coma. You have been in a trance for two and a half hours, and you still need the king to wake you up. Do you think it is possible?"

The magic power around Meng Hu surged, approaching Yu Bai step by step.

Shu Yuan turned his wrist and held the "Star" in his hand.

Yu Bai was unable to defend himself. Seeing that the people around him looked as if Father Fang was about to kill him the next moment, an automatic defense formation lit up under his feet.

This formation is to prevent anyone from attacking him by surprise, and will only be triggered when strong murderous intent is detected.

Now the magic circle is lit up, which means they really want to kill him!