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

She Xiao looked at An Zun calmly: "I have already fed them the corpse-eating pill. They have already lost their cultivation and ability to move. You don't need to make any effort at all."

Dark Lord: “…………”

She Xiao thought about it again and asked sincerely:

"Your Majesty, have you... lost your memory? But you are not feeling well, would you like to call a witch doctor to treat you?"

"No need."

An Zun refused immediately without thinking.

He must not let them know that he and Xiaomei share a body.

Although these people are controlled by him, it is not because they are loyal to him, but because the Dark Night Clan needs his immortal energy to lead them to invade other dimensions.

If they knew he was sharing a body with someone else, they would know his fatal weakness and be able to control him.

He would never expose his weaknesses to anyone.

"I was infatuated with my training last night, and now I have successfully passed the bottleneck, but my mind is still a little confused."

"All of you go down. I still need to continue consolidating my cultivation."

"Yes."

She Xiao also went down with the crowd. It was not until he could no longer see An Zun's figure that a sneer appeared on his face.

idiot.

Not even as good as a hair of the king.

Secluded Bamboo Palace.

Prince Wei limped on one leg and was supported by Dao Eryu as he walked quickly to the Qingzhu Palace.

"Forget Su!"

Prince Wei pushed open the door, not caring that Alan Wangsu was still holding a meeting with several commanders in Youhuang Palace, and said hurriedly:

"There's movement on the sea of ​​Samsara!"

Alan Wangsu paused as he was flipping through the book.

When everyone came to the backyard pier of Youhuang Palace and looked at the surface of the Samsara Sea, they did not find anything unusual.

The sea was calm, and even the Chaos Beasts that occasionally came to be an eyesore were not there today.

But Alan Wangsu did not doubt Prince Wei's words at all.

Although Prince Wei was injured, he was the only cultivator among them whose cultivation level was above the tenth level.

His spiritual sense investigation should not be wrong.

"Prince Wei, what did you feel? Will it have an impact on the barrier?"

"We can't find out what it is exactly, but what we can be sure of is that the energy of the person coming is very powerful!"

Prince Wei's expression was very grim. "If this energy attacks with all its strength, I am not sure if the barrier can hold up."

Everyone's expressions changed when they heard this.

This must be a trick of those night ghosts.

Send someone to lure them from the front, then turn around and attack from the rear!

"Zarshi, take a team of guards to the dock to set up defense."

"Yes."

"Wuya, lead a team of monks to take out the talismans from the treasure house and set up defenses."

"Yes."

Alan Wangsu turned to look at Prince Wei and said, "You should go back and take charge of Youhuang Palace."

Prince Wei stood still, his eyes fixed on the sea level.

"I am here, and I swear to live and die with Youhuang Palace!"

Alan Wangsu sighed slightly, but did not persuade him any further.

Because he knew that if he were in the other's shoes, his choice would be the same as that of the prince.

The pier was crowded with people all night long, but there was no noise at all.

Everyone was busy with serious expressions and no one spoke.

There were only the sounds of light footsteps, the collision of magical instruments, and the occasional sound of heavy magical instruments falling to the ground.

Even when the sky began to brighten, everyone did not stop their actions, because this was related to whether the entire line of defense could withstand the upcoming unknown threat.

Alan Wangsu's body was covered with cold dew, but his eyes were still fixed on the sea.

Its daybreak.

But the solemn and murderous atmosphere did not dissipate. Instead, it continued to spread silently like a thick dark cloud.

The next moment, five black and purple fog balls suddenly appeared on the sea.

They couldn't see clearly what they were, but they were rushing towards them at an extremely fast speed.

Alan Wangsu raised his arm and shouted, "Everyone on alert!"

All the monks on the dock took up fighting stances and stared ahead with full alertness.

Five streams of purple-black mist rushed to the barrier in an instant.

The black fog in the center is particularly eye-catching, and you can vaguely see an unclear human figure wrapped in it.

The figure shrouded in mist suddenly stretched out a hand as white as jade.

She just lightly slid across the surface of the barrier.

The next moment, the indestructible barrier suddenly cracked into a long and narrow gap as if it was cut by an invisible sharp blade!

The opening is neither too big nor too small, just enough for a person to pass through.

Five figures in the mist floated in from the small opening.

The long and narrow opening slowly closed after they entered.

The fear in everyone's heart was like a huge wave, unable to be increased.

A threat of death loomed in my face.

At this moment, a voice with a hint of laughter sounded from the mist.

"Are you making such a big scene to welcome me?"