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

Shi Zunzun watched Zarshi talk for a long time without getting to the point in Makkabaka, so he walked forward anxiously.

She held Zarshi's head from behind with one hand and forced him to bow to her.

"This stupid disciple is ignorant, so I agreed on his behalf!"

Reaching the fourth level in three months, what does this mean?

The higher you go, the slower the speed of cultivation becomes, and at the same time, the gap in talent becomes larger and larger.

According to Zarshi's talent, Lord Shi originally estimated that Zarshi would only be able to reach the fourth level when he was forty years old, and would never have the chance to become the Demon Lord.

But now, the Saint can help him break through within three months, so what is there to hesitate about!

Ren Yi nodded with satisfaction, took out a pair of golden boxing gloves from the storage ring and handed them to Zar Shi.

When Master Shi saw the boxing gloves, his pupils trembled wildly.

Seventh-grade magic weapon——Holy Stone Gloves!

"Saint Maiden, this, this is not Prince Liuguang's..."

The Holy Stone Gloves are forged from the finest Black Flame Gold Stone. In addition to providing the user with powerful defensive energy, they can also recognize their master.

After recognizing the master, the magical instrument and its master will promote each other and accelerate the practice.

This magic weapon was originally forged by the Lord of the Red Flame Palace, who later gave it to Huyan Luo Liuguang as a gift.

How could Huyan Luo Liuguang's things end up in the hands of the Saint?

He smiled nonchalantly.

"Oh, this. The last time I met Prince Liuguang, we hit it off right away. It was a pity we hadn't met earlier. He took the initiative to give this to me."

The corner of Lord Shi's mouth twitched. Prince Wan's lineage tried every means to stop the Saint's trial.

How could Huyan Luo Liuguang give her such a good magic weapon?

But Master Shi was not stupid, and he immediately shouted: "The Saint is so considerate of me. I thank you for the reward on behalf of my disciple!"

She had a loud voice, and now she raised it even more.

I wish everyone present could hear it. This is a reward given to us by the Saint.

After the clear path is clear, no one can frame them.

The fat kid squatting on Ren Yi’s shoulder tilted his head.

Isn’t this what was dropped from the storage bag by the prince’s clone when it pecked his head full of bumps last time?

When others saw Zarshi and Shi Zunzhe, they immediately became jealous.

It turns out that this is what the saint wanted. This is not asking for something, it is a reward!

Black Sword also understood and sneered, "It's just buying people's hearts."

Random gaze fell on Wuya again.

Wu Ya walked forward happily, "Saint, I am willing to be your bodyguard as well! Or if you need something else, I'll ask my father to get it for you!"

He shook his head and the smile on his face faded a little.

"I just want one thing."

"what?"

"Your aunt."

The expression on Wu Ya's face froze and his smile disappeared.

"Saint, my aunt died a long time ago."

Ren Yi looked calm and said, "No, your aunt is still alive."

Wu Ya's pupils suddenly contracted.

Chief E Xun took a step forward, his voice trembling: "Saint, what did you say?!"

When Hei Jian heard this, his heart skipped a beat.

The next moment, he saw a pair of sharp eyes falling on him.

"Black Sword, do you admit your guilt?"

Hei Jian held the sword in both hands, veins on his forehead throbbed, and his tone was filled with suppressed anger.

"Why do you say that, Saint?"

"You have a perverted personality and a rotten heart. You believe that only male monks can practice orthodoxy, so you use all kinds of shady means to capture those female monks and torture them."

Any words were like sharp swords piercing everyone's heart.

"You absorbed their cultivation and magic power, and cut the magic veins in their hands and feet. They were tied up in your bedroom barrier like animals."

"What you like most is to trample those female cultivators with natural talents under your feet, watching them lose hope and pride and let you ravage them."

Ren Yi turned to look at Chief E Xun and said, "Chief, you can take people to search his bedroom now."

Hei Jian felt as if he was falling into an ice cellar after hearing these words.

These things are extremely secretive, how could she know!

The barrier he bought at great expense was extremely powerful. Even if a palace master stood in front of them, it would be difficult to detect their existence.

But this barrier has a fatal flaw, which is that it will become ineffective for one day every three months.

Every time it failed, he would stay in the room and never leave.

But three days ago, the Saint suddenly began the trial.

And today is the day when the barrier becomes ineffective!

Could it be that she did this on purpose?!

Black Sword pretended to be calm and shouted angrily: "I am the first guard of Prince Wan! Who dares to search me!"

As soon as the demonic pressure around him was released, a large hand grabbed his neck.

The magic power in Chief E Xun's body was fully activated, and the magic power visible to the naked eye surged in all directions like a wave.

His eyes were bloodshot and he was really angry.

"Black Sword, if this is true, my E Xun family will fight you to the death!"

Madam E Xun, holding a long knife, immediately led people to search Hei Jian's bedroom in Youhuang Palace.

Pu Qie was anxious, "Hei Jian is the first personal guard. If you want to search his room, have you asked Long Lance, the commander of Youhuang Palace?"

Commander Mu of Youhuang Palace immediately stood up to speak for Black Sword:

"Saint! You have no evidence! Doing this shows that you don't take us seriously!"

Ren Yi: "Your first Taoist partner, the eternal lover in your heart, is also in there."

Commander Mu: “…………You, you lied to me!”

Ren Yi: "She was skinny and had only relied on a scar on her palm to hold on for ten years."

When Commander Mu heard the words "a scar on the palm", he felt like he was struck by lightning!

Two lines of tears suddenly burst out, and he turned around and ran towards Youhuang Palace with his guards.

"Huan'er, my Huan'er..."

Commander Mu disappeared before everyone's eyes.

Park Qie: "What's going on? Where are the people?"

Ren Yi casually pointed at a few people who were hesitant to speak and wanted to come up to plead for Hei Jian.

"Commander Feng, your cinnabar mole is also in there."

"Ah! Xiaoyun! Xiaoyun!"

"Emissary Wolf, your childhood sweetheart had his eyes gouged out a year ago and is now being ridden like a dog."

"No, no!"

"Venerable Viper, your twelfth concubine was captured by him two years ago."

"Wan Niang! Wan Niang is still alive?!"

"Flame Messenger, your fiancée died two years ago, and his bones were made into a chair."

"Xun'er, Xun'er!"

……

The random gaze was like a branding iron, and every monk who made eye contact with it would feel inexplicably panicked.

One third of the monks present were missing.

Moreover, more than 90% of them are cultivators from Prince Wan's lineage.

Park Hee was no longer able to speak.

It's over, it's over!

His random gaze fell on Feng Cheng Liu Jun, the latter's eyes flashed slightly, and he thought of all the women he was close to in his heart.

The next moment, he smiled meaningfully and looked away.

She turned her head and looked at the restrained Black Sword and said, "Let's go and take a look together."