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

"My young master, this Celestial Clan's magical weapon is really interesting. It makes me feel cool all the way with it."

Baichuan Menghu looked down at the shrunken golden thunder magic ring hanging around Ren Yi's waist.

The circular ring has six scimitar-like blades, which bring a cool breeze when it rotates rapidly.

The heavens really know how to enjoy themselves, creating a little gadget that can be used as both a magical tool and a fan.

Raise your left hand casually and place it under your eyebrows, then look into the distance.

"Is this the Three Realms Mountain?"

She and Baichuan Menghu rode on their mounts for three days and finally arrived at Sanjie Mountain.

Sanjie Mountain is a neutral area and an important hub connecting the human world, the heavenly world and the demonic world.

If you want to go back to the Demon Realm, you must pass through the Three Realms Mountain.

The Three Realms City is very prosperous, and cultivators from all walks of life come here to shop, thus giving rise to the Three Realms' largest slave market, auction house, pharmacy, etc.

Outside the Three Realms Mountain City is a vast forest, which contains countless highly skilled monsters and poisonous creatures.

Unless one is a powerful monk, no one would think of going deep into the forest.

When Ren Yi and Bai Chuan Meng Hu arrived, it was noon and the sun was scorching.

Under the Three Realms Mountain lies a scorching earth fire vein. Waves of heat come in waves, and the air is so hot that it becomes distorted.

The faces of the monks passing by were all covered in sweat, but Ren Yi felt cool and comfortable only because of the Golden Thunder Ring.

They cannot wield swords in Sanjie Mountain, nor can they ride horses in the city, so the two can only walk.

Looking at the vendors on both sides of the road, most of them are humans.

In the Three Realms, the Demons value strong bodies, while the Celestials respect the magic of the Five Elements.

The human race does not have the strong bodies of the demons, nor the innate talent for magic of the celestials.

But humans are very good at studying and seeking help from outside forces.

The best elixirs, formations, talismans, etc. in the Three Realms all come from the hands of the human race.

However, the vendors selling goods on the street did not have any valuable treasures.

Baichuan Menghu is worried about his body:

"Young master, do you feel the heat of the fire? Can I get you some water?"

"You mean dry mouth?" Ren Yi frowned, "Don't the demons have people who teach Chinese?"

"Yes, our spearmanship teacher will teach you!" Baichuan Menghu patted his chest fiercely, "Three years ago, at the Demon Tribe Poetry Contest, I even won second place."

The corners of Ren Yi's mouth twitched.

Very good, now she has a certain understanding of the literary level of the demons.

Baichuan Menghu looked at his arm hanging limply at his side, and a hint of pain flashed in his eyes.

Along the way, he tried every possible method but failed to restore the little master's arm.

The little master must be very sad after losing his arm, and he absolutely cannot let the little master get hurt again.

He was so careless that he didn't care. The injuries caused by the curse of heaven could not be cured by any method.

But she also has an innate magic - endless reincarnation.

This technique will automatically repair the body when it suffers serious trauma.

But each repair would cause her to fall into a deep sleep for an indeterminate period of time.

So she didn't want to use her abilities unless it was absolutely necessary.

After walking a few steps, I saw a large group of monks blocking the way ahead.

Baichuan Menghu grabbed a monk who was about to run forward and asked, "What happened?"

"Prince Alan of the Demon Clan wants to buy a second-level spirit beast, the Wind Spirit Bat." The monk's face was full of red light, "One Wind Spirit Bat in exchange for ten top-level Kun Crystals!"

Kun crystal is hard to come by, let alone the top-level seventh-level Kun crystal.

Baichuan Menghu opened his mouth wide, "Ten dollars???"

He had lived for hundreds of years, but had only saved up three sixth-level Kun crystals. Prince Alan gave him ten at once.

It's really a devil, the devil is so angry!

Ren Yi raised his eyebrows. Alan Wangsu, the heir of the Mo Xiuluo family, the richest family in the Demon Realm?

After she died in the Heavenly Prison in her previous life, she wandered the world as a soul for a hundred years before going to the modern world of cultivation.

During the hundred years of her soul's wandering, she learned many secrets.

According to the seniority of the demon clan, Alan Wangsu is her cousin.

Not only is he gifted with extraordinary talents, he was also the right-hand man of the Devil, with unparalleled wisdom and strategies.

He was seriously injured in the battle against the giant demon, and due to delayed treatment, he became paralyzed for life.

Later, Prince Wan forced the Mo Xiuluo family to hand over the Evil Moon Sword, one of the four great magic weapons of the demon clan.

Alan forgot Su's will and refused, so they poisoned his sister Alanmi.

In order to save his sister, Alan Wangsu transferred all his skills into her, but he was captured by the other party and used as a concubine for others' amusement.

A genius young demon who committed suicide.

Now is the time for them to force Alan to hand over the Evil Moon Sword to Wang Su.

Baichuan Menghu scratched his head.

"Wind Spirit Bats are extremely rare in the entire Three Realms, but with the strength of the Mo Xiuluo Family, it shouldn't be difficult to find one as long as we are willing to spend some time, right?"

Baichuan Menghu relied on his sturdy body and squeezed to the front of the crowd.

On the high platform, Ren Yi recognized Alan Wangsu at a glance.

He sat upright in a jade wheelchair, his eyebrows were picturesque, and his eyes were as deep and calm as the night sky.

The hands exposed under the wide sleeves had fair skin, but looked weak and powerless, hanging limply on the armrest.

The boots on the wheelchair footrests were too rigidly pressed together and did not move at all.

Noticing Ren Yi looking at him, Alan Wangsu just raised his head slightly.

His calm demeanor carries a coldness that keeps people at a distance.

It's like a puppet with its soul drained out.

His gaze paused briefly on his crippled left arm, then quickly shifted away.

Alan Wangsu's servant Wei Xingchui paced back and forth on the stage anxiously.

It has been a whole day, and in the huge Three Realms Mountain, no one has a Wind Spirit Bat!

"Master, if we can't find the blood of the Wind Spirit Bat, I'm afraid the young lady won't survive this night!"

"Prince is looking for the Wind Spirit Bat?"

A team of black-armored guards emerged from the crowd, escorting a man waving a paper fan onto the stage.

Xing Hammer walked up to Alan Wangsu, with anger in his eyes, "Prince, it's Xi Yunling."

Xi Yunling casually bowed to Alan Wangsu and said, "Greetings, Prince Alan."

He leaned over to Alan Wangsu's ear, with a scornful smile on his face:

"Deputy Commander Feng Lingfu has it here, but you have to exchange it for the Evil Moon Sword!"

He patted Alan Wangsu's shoulder vigorously and said, "Choose one between the Evil Moon Sword and your sister's life."

Xing Chui was so angry that his chest ached, and he stepped forward and pushed Xi Yunling away.

"Don't think we don't know. You are responsible for the young lady's poison!"

Xi Yunling patted the place touched by the star hammer and snorted with disdain.

"Don't slander me, the deputy commander, if you don't have any evidence!"

His eyes fell on Alan Wangsu who had an indifferent expression.

"Do you still think your master is the genius boy with unparalleled wisdom and strategy? He is nothing but a dog now."

"Ah, you are wrong. Even dogs can wag their tails and beg for mercy. Alan Wangsu, you are now a cripple who can only lie on the ground and beg for food!"

Xing Hammer's eyes were red. If Xi Yunling's father Xi Yunbo had not been late in delivering the medicine, how could his master have become disabled!

Alan Wangsu raised his eyes, glanced at Xi Yunling lightly, and uttered a few hoarse words.

"The whereabouts of the Evil Moon Sword is unknown, and I don't know either."

Xi Yunling's clenched fists creaked.

"The Demon King has disappeared! Who knew that you risked your life to protect the Evil Moon Sword for him?"

"This deputy commander will give you one last chance. Hand over Xie Yue immediately, otherwise..."

He smiled coldly, "Just wait for Alan Miyi to collect his body!"

Once the blood of the wind spirit bat is taken out, it will lose its effectiveness within half an hour, and it must be caught alive to be useful.

The Wind Spirit Bats live deep in the forest of the Three Realms Mountain. By the time Alan Wangsu found someone to capture them, Alan Miyi had already been poisoned.

Alan Wangsu lowered his eyes and looked at his unconscious hands and legs, feeling a chill in his heart.

At this moment, a cold female voice interrupted.

"I have a wind spirit bat!"

She walked onto the stage step by step, and her beautiful and sharp appearance immediately caught everyone's eyes.

But her steps were unsteady, her face was pale, and she looked like she wouldn't live long.

What a pity, no matter how beautiful she is, she is still a sickly girl.

Xi Yunling looked at Ren Yi suspiciously, "You have it?"

Ren Yi: "There must be some in the forest. I can help you catch one."

Xi Yunling immediately put his heart at ease when he heard that. He raised his head and laughed.

"Catch? Even powerful cultivators don't dare to enter the forest of Sanjie Mountain. You are a human with low cultivation... Eh? Another cripple?"

Xi Yunling became more and more disdainful.

"Alan Wangsu, you don't really believe what a disabled human says, do you? If she can find a wind spirit bat from Sanjie Mountain, this commander will immediately perform a handstand and eat shit!"