Everyone in the hall was stunned. They did not expect that Prince Wan would take the initiative to welcome the Saint into the Holy Tomb.
Alan Wangsu said in a deep voice: "They don't know that the saint has awakened, and they want to take the initiative to welcome the jade coffin to silence everyone."
Baichuan Menghu said coldly: "My little master was harmed by them, yet he still has the nerve to show up?"
Mad Sword's face sank, "The image of the shadow stone can only prove that the monster was catalyzed by the black armored guards, but it does not prove that and Prince Wan has a direct relationship. If he doesn't admit it, I'm afraid not many people in the demon clan will believe us."
Sitting on the thick edge of the jade coffin, listening to the blowing outside, I wish that the whole city would be shocked. Hearing the voice, he stretched slowly.
"It would be a waste to have such a big battle if we don't use it."
Alan Wangsu looked up at her, "You want to borrow their honor guard and go back to the palace?"
Kuangjian frowned: "I'm afraid this is inappropriate, they are using a funeral ceremony!"
He walked out of the jade coffin at will, facing the rising sun step by step. Walk.
Everyone followed Yi Ran and walked out together.
Outside the city lord's palace, a black team that could not be seen to the end stood in front of everyone.
Every eight people in the team are divided into groups, and each group has four tall and strong men carrying a big black drum.
The remaining four people were arranged around, dragging or holding various animal heads and magic weapons in their hands.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Bursts of heavy drums shook the world, and the noisy surroundings suddenly fell silent.
A middle-aged man carrying two swords walked out of the team.
Behind him, there were hundreds of mid-level monks, who followed him to the front in an orderly manner.
He glanced at Fang Yiru in the crowd and bowed in vain.
"Prince Wan sent us to welcome the saint into the holy mausoleum, and we have to carry the saint out quickly."
Xiao Ru made a face at him, "Hypocritical!"
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Alan Wangsu turned around and whispered to Xuanyuan:
"The name of the person carrying the sword is Huyanluo Black Sword. He is the first personal guard under Prince Wan. He is given the surname Huyanluo. The person with a flattering look next to him is the current eunuch of Youhuang Palace—Pu Cheng."
He raised his eyebrows arbitrarily. The eunuch said it nicely, but he was actually the servant.
Of course, the eunuch of the demon palace, Youhuang Palace, has a higher status than the mid-level monks.
Pu Yi walked up hunched over, with a sad expression on his face, and used his sleeves to wet the non-existent tears in the corners of his eyes.
"When we heard that the Devil King's daughter appeared, we immediately rushed to attend to her. Who would have thought... that we would hear such bad news... It really made those who heard it sad and those who saw it shed tears..."
"If the saint was still alive, she would definitely be able toGained the respect of all demons. He raised his voice and said, "The demon clan can also welcome a new king. What a prosperous era it will be." "
Pu Ruan's voice aroused the sadness in the hearts of many monks present.
The scene where the saint saved them by sacrificing herself deeply left a deep impression on everyone present. It was indelible in my heart.
Unlike the sad expressions on everyone's faces, Alan Wangsu frowned.
Taiguan's words were simply a mockery of the saint's death. No matter how big or durable it is, it is useless.
"When Prince Wan heard the bad news, he immediately convinced the elders of Youhuang Palace that the saint's sacrifice for Yinxue City must be carried out with the highest standards of the demon clan's honor guard!
From the corner of his eye, he peeked behind Fang Yiru and the others, "The jade coffin of the saint is still in the hall. I will send my attendants to 'invite' the saint." "
Xiao Ru scratched his head and subconsciously looked in any direction.
Pu Cheng followed Xiao Ru's gaze and looked at Yi Ran.
Met Ran Ran's gaze. For a moment, Pu Tian froze.
Why did a human with no magic power feel so oppressive?
He did not dare to look directly into her eyes.
Randomly said nothing, smiled slightly, and walked forward.
She stood at the front of the black-clad team and stepped on the luxurious velvet dark red carpet. , walking step by step towards the sixteen-person sedan in the center.
In the Demon Clan, only the Demon King has the right to ride in the sixteen-person sedan.
Neither are the bearers. Ordinary people are all demon cultivators at the peak of the third level.
The long carpet rose from the ground and was draped in the sedan chair.
Pu Ren took just two steps. He reacted and reached out to stop him.
"Presumptuous!" This is the sedan chair used to hold the jade coffin of the Holy Lady. Don’t step down yet! "
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A hint of a superior's scorn flashed across his eyes, and he sneered with unknown meaning.
The onlookers The monks also noticed Ran and saw the living saint standing in front of them intact.
"Saint? ! She is truly a saint! The saint is not dead! The saint is still alive! ”
“Devil bless you! It turns out that the saint is not dead! "
"Kowtow to the saint! "
"Kowtow to the saint! "
...
The crowd fell to their knees like a tide.
Looking around, I saw that all the demons were as humble as They were crawling on the ground like ants.
Even the high-ranking heavenly and human monks stood respectfully in the distance and bowed.
Only one was left. Next, the group of them were still standing there.
Everyone was worshiping the woman in front of them as if they were worshiping a god.
She tilted her head casually, with a slight smile on her lips, and the black flame symbol representing the Mo Royal Family appeared on her forehead.
A terrifying sense of oppression came instantly, and any white silk robe automatically moved without wind.
The thick evil spirit turned into countless Jiuyin skeletons, piously dragging her body and flying into the sixteen-person sedan.
He raised his sleeves at will and sat cross-legged in the middle of the empty sedan.
The sedan chair is open, with only four long black gauze curtains blowing in the wind.
Randomly lazy eyes fell on Pu Ke.
Pu Yan was touched by that gaze, his whole body trembled, and he knelt down with a thud.
Holding the big beads of sweat on his forehead, he shouted: "See the Saint!"
He turned his head casually, then turned to look at the only black man standing in the field. On the sword.
Black Sword holds the sword in both hands and looks directly at Random with his sharp eyes.
What Prince Wan wants to welcome back is the corpse of the saint, not the living saint.
If you really bring such a saint back, it will definitely be detrimental to the prince.
Alan Wangsu’s face was calm, but his words were full of chill.
"Prince Wan was grateful for the saint's kindness and took the initiative to welcome her back. Why are you not happy when you see the saint safe and sound at this moment, and even look directly at the saint in vain?"
Black Sword's eyebrows were sharp and he sneered: "Saint?"
If you want to become a saint recognized by all demons, you need to pass the succession trial. Who is she now?
The long sword on Black Sword's chest felt the owner's emotions and kept buzzing.
Baichuan Menghu and Kuangjian also put their hands on their magic weapons and stared at the black sword with unkind eyes.
Random looked at Heijian with interest, was he about to start a fight?
That would be even better. All the hard work Prince Wan has done will not only come to nothing, but also allow others to further see Prince Wan's true face.
Prince Wan has been planning for so many years just to take the position of the Demon King.
Now that she, the legitimate heir, exists, as long as they take action against her now, they will be traitors and traitors.
People from the demon clan will regard them as traitors.
Pu Tian obviously also thought of this. He immediately stood up and ran to Heijian's side, using his magic power to transmit the sound into the secret.
[Don’t do anything, don’t fall into their trap! ]
Pu Tian winked at him.
[I just checked her, and she has no magic power. I think that although she survived the disaster, her vitality was damaged after all, and she may have lost all her cultivation. I will let her go back to Youhuang Palace for the time being. Once there, Of course there are ways to make her disappear. ]
Heijian closed his eyes, seeming to be trying his best to endure.
Finally, he released his grip on the sword and knelt down in any direction.
"See the Saint."
He raised the corners of his lips, raised his arms and propped them on his knees, and looked at the dazzling sun in the distance.
"Let's go to Youhuang Palace!"