Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

286 Undercurrent in the Fish Pond

Many demons gathered outside the Demon Palace gate. Under the demon clan's strict rules of dividing the venue according to the level of cultivation, the low-level demons and demon soldiers held a banquet in the fighting arena outside the Demon Palace, and they toasted each other.

The highly skilled demons held a banquet inside the Demon Palace gate to celebrate.

On both sides of the gate, there were gifts and treasures from all races, especially the two big red lanterns on the gate, which were bright red and matched the red sky of the demon race.

In the center of the Ten Thousand Demons Hall, there is a red carpet that leads directly to the high platform at the end of the hall.

On the high platform, there were two wedding wine glasses and two red satin Chinese characters for "happiness" next to them.

At the foot of the mountain, a wide, flat, and layered passage stretched up, with demon cultivators standing on both sides. They were wearing armor and their eyes were filled with murderous intent.

As the immortal boat gradually descended, the masters of the immortal cultivation world appeared one after another.

The zither fairy Yue Guanxue was wearing a moon-white robe, with wide sleeves fluttering in the wind. He held the Great Sage Yiyin tightly in his arms, his fingertips pressing against the strings until they turned white.

His handsome face was cold as he said to the demon clan ceremonial officer, "I, the leader of the Yingyin Sect, Yue, am here to congratulate you and give you a gift of one million spirit stones."

Yi Xuanji of the Wanfo Sect, dressed in a simple Taoist robe and with a Zen-like demeanor, calmly followed Xie Yuchen, the leader of the Wuji Immortal Sect. He wanted to personally ask the other party's opinion on Qin Muyue's wedding. If the other party was unwilling, he was willing to help.

Yan Shiyin from the Punishment Hall followed closely beside the clan leader, his eyes as sharp as an eagle and his lips full of coldness.

Xie Yuchen was one of the people who knew the situation, so he prepared a set of ancient treasures and was ready to snatch his nephew back at any time.

The aura of thunder and lightning flowed through Yan Shiyin's body, and he looked as if he was ready to take back the person he loved.

The people of the Wanjian Sect were even more eye-catching. The Ningxi Sword Master Zhao Huoling carried a huge ancient sword on his back. The sword body was broad and the blade was engraved with ancient sword tactics.

He and his junior fellow apprentice Nian Naihe walked side by side, with a tacit understanding between them, and had secretly planned to join forces to snatch the person away.

The disciple Lu Yaoguang, though young, looked very heroic. He was dressed in a blue sword suit and walked up the stairs step by step with a determined look in his eyes. He had made up his mind and would rather die than not take back his lover.

The next person to walk up the stairs was Mo Bingxian, dressed in black as black, with her long hair half tied up and a silver hairpin inserted. She stared at the Demon Palace with murderous eyes, suppressing the dark thought of quickly performing the song of burning the piano and boiling the crane to overthrow the Demon Palace.

Chu He, the leader of the Chi Fu Sect, climbed up the steps, dressed in a white robe with ink hexagrams printed on it. He clenched his folding fan tightly, his knuckles turned white, and his handsome face was full of hidden fighting spirit.

The last Immortal Lord Ye Xianqing and the Demon King Hua Chao who entered Wanmodian were full of gossip. They both wanted to know who Qin Muyue would choose as her husband in today's Shura Field.

"Brother Hua Chao!"

Hua Chao looked at the person who spoke, and a smile appeared on his beautiful face. He went up to him and said, "Hua Ling, how is the emperor's uncle these days?"

"Ahem...Your Majesty the Demon King, thank you for worrying about me. My cultivation is slow and I seldom contact your Majesty. Please forgive me." After losing his cultivation, Hua Xinfeng barely cultivated back to the fifth level of Nengdan, and then he transformed to attend the Demon King's wedding. When he saw Hua Chao, he bowed.

He saw Hua Chao's high-spirited look, but he himself had already smoothed out his edges. He only wanted to protect Hua Ling, and silently stay by Qin Muyue's side, wagging his tail and waiting for the day when he would take the throne.

"Uncle, there's no need to be so formal. You gave me your cultivation. Let the past be the past." Hua Chao hurriedly helped his uncle up.

"Your Majesty the Demon King is so highly respected, I'm sure Qin Daojun is also very pleased." A strange light flashed in Ye Xianqing's eyes. As the reincarnation of an immortal king, he had already discovered the existence of Taoist White Dragon, and his every move was alert to the fierce battle that might break out at any time.

A thin layer of evil ice suddenly formed in the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons. An eerie ghostly aura descended from midair. After the ghostly aura dissipated, Yun Zhihe appeared in front of the hall in a white robe.

The air around them became a little colder, and the demon soldiers subconsciously raised their spears.

Yun Zhihe walked to the front door. The two big red lanterns were very eye-catching in front of him. He sneered, "I want to hear Yue'er say in person that she is willing to marry the Demon Emperor. If she doesn't want to, hmph!"

He raised his hand and waved it. A cold ghostly aura rolled towards the gate, and the red lantern on the gate went out instantly.