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

The monks around were watching the fun and some were even jealous of Feng Chengliu Jun's climbing up the Lanhai family, and they also teased:

"Master Fengcheng, are you reluctant to let go? You and Miss Lanhai are going to break up your marriage, so you don't want to occupy her alone, do you?"

"You don't understand this, right? It's not easy to quit after living like a gigolo for more than ten years."

Feng Chengliu Jun hated being looked down upon the most in his life.

He banned his own son so that he could live off his wife.

When facing a fellow Taoist whose family background is vastly different from his, he can still stand up straight and criticize him.

Now hearing so many people teasing and mocking him, he would feel uncomfortable even if he were killed.

He immediately mobilized the surging magic power to blow the robe away, and it scattered on the ground in the square where a giant sword was carved.

After some random reminders, Lan Hairou learned everything by herself.

"And the golden silk soft armor on you, that also belongs to our family!"

Feng Chengliu Jun had never been insulted like this before, and he was filled with rage.

"Okay! Okay! I'll give it all back to you!"

He tore off his golden undershirt, revealing a small red bellyband.

This bellyband is obviously a woman's thing, and it has a faint charm that can cause hallucinations.

"Isn't this the bellyband that the elders of the Lanhai family seized from an evil cultivator?"

"This thing can confuse others, causing their desires to surge uncontrollably, and they will be willing to have sex with the owner of the bellyband. Then the owner of the bellyband can gain the other person's cultivation and magic power!"

"What is Feng Chengliujun doing wearing this dirty thing?"

"What else can we do? Of course, we should treat him as the last resort to save our lives. A man of seven feet tall actually relies on having sex with others to improve his cultivation. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is an evil cultivator."

"A few years ago, he fought against the cultivators of the Chiyu Sect. The cultivator had been suppressing Fengcheng Liujun, but later, for some reason, the cultivator suddenly became a useless person and lost all his cultivation..."

Seeing this bellyband, everyone knew what it meant.

There is a high probability that the monk was killed by the city closure.

For a moment, all the monks who had fought with Feng Cheng felt in danger.

The other monks all raised their hands, their faces long, "Bah! What the hell!"

Feng Chengliu Jun was also so angry that he was confused. When he saw the bellyband was exposed, he realized that something was wrong.

He was clearly still wearing pants, but he looked as ugly as if he had been stripped naked in public.

He let out an angry roar: "Lan Hairou! You are going too far!"

Lan Hairou refused to give in. "You old beast, you can be so cruel to your own son. I'm just asking for some interest!"

The Liu army couldn't stay in Fengcheng for a moment.

He mobilized his magic power to shatter the bellyband into pieces, then grabbed the city-sealing jade and turned into a blue light, disappearing without a trace.

Zarshi turned around and saluted Ren Yi: "Saint, do you want to chase me?"

Ren Yi shook his head, "He has already handed over everything, why should we keep him here?"

Allow Wu Ya to store all the treasures into the treasury of Youhuang Palace.

The few of them returned to Youhuang Palace. Lan Hairou gave Chu Yang a few instructions before riding on the three-winged flying python and leaving Youhuang Palace.

Wu Ya looked at Chu Yang who was standing at the door and looking at Lan Hairou's back from afar, and sighed.

"The Lanhai family and the Fengcheng family have broken off their marriage. The two families have a lot of things to deal with. Aunt Rou is only going back temporarily and will be back to pick you up soon."

Chu Yang rolled his eyes at him, "What kind of three-year-old baby am I? Do I need my mother to pick me up?"

Wu Ya blinked, "So you're worried about Aunt Rou's safety?"

"No."

Her mother had already informed the elders of the family before she came. Even though the Lanhai family was in decline, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse.

The old elders in the family have profound cultivation. Although they usually don’t care about worldly affairs, it doesn’t mean they are afraid of things.

Her mother will not be in danger if she returns to the tribe.

Even the elders of the tribe would immediately take his mother to Feng Cheng's house to ask for it again.

In addition to magical instruments and treasures, the two families also have many magic pills, elixirs, Kun crystals, and even nephews and nieces with good talents, all of which need to be divided one by one.

This is also why her mother took the initiative to kill her father's favorite concubine.

The patriarchs of the two families haven't appeared yet, and that lowly concubine is dead, so it's really not convenient to kill her off later.

Wu Ya was speechless, "Then what are you worried about?"

Chu Yang laughed at himself: "I want to know when I will die."

Wu Ya felt sad and wanted to comfort her but didn't know how.

Invite them to have barbecue together.

Wu Ya held the bamboo skewers for the barbecue, thought for a moment, and couldn't help asking, "Saintess, are you sure you can cure Chu Yang?"

Many doctors from Aunt Rou's clan have come to see Chu Yang, and his problem is very serious.

"You were able to cure the dying She Xiao, and Chu Yang is still alive. Can he be cured more easily?"

Chu Yang looked at Wu Ya speechlessly, "Master is fine!"

Ren Yi put down the plate in his hand.

She can use [Dead Tree Resurrection] to save Chu Yang, but her Dead Tree Resurrection only provides powerful vitality to the dying body.

So Alan Wangsu and Shexiao can both recover.

But Chu Yang's body is very special. His magic veins have only been sealed, which will cause him to slowly die, and he will be unable to detect or heal.

Even if she used the revival technique, it could only delay his life but not cure him.

She said slowly: "Only 20%."

When these words came out, everyone's heart sank.

"Tonight, I'm going to take Chu Yang out for a trip, which will take about two or three days."

She looked at you, Alan Wangsu, and said, "When I'm not around, everything in Youhuang Palace will be handed over to you."

Alan Wangsu smiled gently, "Don't worry, Saint."

Wu Ya was still a little worried, "Now the entire demon clan is watching your movements, Saint. If you haven't been seen for three or four days, I'm afraid it will arouse suspicion from the outside world."

With a random raise of her hand, the straw doll clone puppet flew out of the ring and landed in her palm.

Cut your finger randomly and squeeze out a drop of blood.

When the blood was about to drip onto the puppet's body, the puppet's mouth suddenly opened and swallowed the drop of blood in one gulp.

The next moment, beams of light shot out from the body of the clone puppet.

The dry rice straw also began to grow instantly, sprouting and growing green leaves while rapidly becoming longer and larger.

In the blink of an eye, the wildly growing green grass formed the shape of a woman.

The fresh and tender branches withered rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and fell to the ground, revealing a face inside that looked exactly like any other.

When all the dead grass fell to the ground, two exactly the same things appeared.

Even the red dress and hair accessories that Ren Yi is wearing at the moment are restored one to one.

The two were exactly alike in both appearance and spirit, except that the fake and arbitrary eyes looked a little empty, not as lively as those of a real person.

Wu Ya stretched his neck and looked at the fake Ren Yi in front of him.

“Fuck, isn’t this a doll? It’s the heirloom of the High Priest Gu Bi! Did the High Priest give it to you, the Saint???”

Ren Yi stood in front of her, stroking his chin, "It does look like her, but I wonder if she can speak?"

False Any: “Yes.”

Wu Ya's eyes widened, "Oh my god, he can talk!"

Ren Yi was also quite satisfied. Although he could not compare to Huyan Luo Liuguang who could share everything with his clone all the time, this one had no flaws even in the soul, which was not bad.

Wu Ya walked up to Fake Ren Yi and said with a smile: "We must distinguish them, so that I can call her Little Saint when no one is around."

He patted Fake Anyi's shoulder and said, "Little Saint, what do you say?"

Little Saint: "Yes."

Wu Ya chuckled, "Whether it's good or bad, what can or can't you say."

Little Saint: "Yes."

Wu Ya: "You, don't scare me."

Little Saint: "Yes."

Wu Ya: “Fuck!”