Seven days later, a spectacular funeral procession arrived outside Youhuang Palace.
They whistled and beat all the way, attracting the attention of all the defenders.
"Aren't you saying that the Saint is not dead? How come..."
"This is already the biggest joke in our Youhuang Palace, and you don't know it yet?"
p>
"What?"
"They thought the saint was dead and rushed to attend the funeral. Unexpectedly, the saint was not dead at all. She came back sitting on the coffin."
"The saint who returned to the palace in a funeral ceremony has become a legend in the history of our demon clan!"
"Now the nobles of all the aristocratic families are very curious about the saint and are waiting to see her. "
"..."
In the funeral procession, Alan Wangsu and the others followed, but Xiaoru stayed behind in Yinxue City and did not come.
Youhuang Palace is the residence of successive demon kings. It is equivalent to the royal palace of the demon clan. It is located in the deepest part of the demon realm - the 18th floor of the demon realm.
/p>
He stretched out at will, glanced at the towering black palace in front of him, and said lightly:
"I can't walk."
There was a sign on Pu Ren's forehead. His veins were bulging, and he knew that the saint was going to do something wrong again.
Along the way, he got to see how powerful this woman was.
Don’t take the small roads or the big roads. You have to pass through the major cities on each level of the Demon Realm.
Once you enter the city, stop and go, it’s not a hassle!
She didn’t care if the monks on the road recognized her or not, she would just grab someone on the road and chat with them.
"Where did the girl come from?"
"How do you know that I am a saint and saved Yinxue City?"
"Are you going to Where are you going?"
"How do you know that I am a saint and saved Yinxue City?"
"I heard that Yinxue City was attacked by beasts. What was the situation at that time? How is it?"
"How do you know that I am a saint and saved Yinxue City?"
"..."
This kind of thing? Nurturing conversations, thousands of sentences repeated in seven days.
In just seven days, the entire Demon Realm probably knew that the Demon King had a daughter, a saint of the Demon clan.
Not only did he save the saint from the demon clan, he was also welcomed into Youhuang Palace by Prince Wan.
Fuck Youhuang Palace!
They originally planned to welcome the Holy Tomb!
In order to appease the emotions of the demon clan, the funeral ceremony was carried out according to the standards of the demon king.
Unexpectedly, this gave this woman an opportunity to take advantage of, not only did she gain fame, and was poked in the spine by other demon monks because of the funeral procession.
Now they are really riding a tiger.
On the way, if there was anything that didn't go according to the woman's will, she would grab people everywhere and cry.
What an orphan girl was oppressed by the princes;
What ailments all over the body are the sequelae of body sacrifice;
What everyone in the Demon Realm has forgotten After defeating the Demon King, he forgot those days and nights of bloody battles...
The other monks who spoke directly had red eyes and felt guilty, while supervising with eyes that made them want to eat them...
Pu Tian suppressed a mouthful of old blood on his chest and asked flatteringly: "Holy girl, what are your orders?"
He raised his sleeves and coughed twice, looking at the black sword.
"I am a weak saint. I am very tired after walking all the way. Let him carry me in."
The corner of Pu Tian's mouth twitched, and he carried you all the way. You are so tired!
I’m afraid I’m just tired of talking!
Pu Tian was unwilling to do anything but dared to curse in his heart. He looked up at the black sword with fire-spitting eyes and could only continue to curse secretly:
What a reckless man! , the more you glare at her, the more she will torment you!
He walked quickly to Heijian and transmitted the message into the secret:
[If you continue to endure it, once you enter Youhuang Palace, you will no longer be able to control it. 】
Seeing that Heijian was unmoved, Pu Cheng could only move out of Prince Wan.
This chapter is not finished yet, click on the next page to continue reading.
[I received the talisman from the prince yesterday. There are only two words on it: Praise and kill. ]
No matter how difficult this woman is, she has lost her cultivation after all. Moreover, she has been hiding in the world for so many years and has never seen much of the world.
When the time comes, all they need to do is praise her so much that she can't find the north, and naturally it will still be up to them.
Heijian gritted his teeth, walked to the sedan, turned his back, and bowed slightly.
He stood up lazily and uttered two words clearly: "Kneel down!"
Hei Jian clenched his fists, and Pu Rui beside him kept rushing. He winked.
Black Sword could only kneel down in humiliation with his back turned.
Seeing the vicious look in Heijian's eyes, he raised the corners of his lips randomly.
After Prince Wan ascended the throne in the previous generation, he ordered the black sword to chop off the heads of several important ministers who were loyal to his father and hang them outside the city for public display.
Heijian may seem upright, but he is actually a vicious pervert.
He secretly detained the female relatives of those important ministers and imprisoned them in his house to torture them day and night for fun.
He loved to torture the most gifted female monks.
Seeing the formerly aloof and arrogant female cultivator crawl at his feet and being tortured by him, his heart would be greatly satisfied.
He is notDo you like to insult female monks? Let him have a taste of it today.
Without taking any step, he continued: "Kneel down a little lower. Why do you want me to teach you how to be a slave?"
Black Sword couldn't bear it anymore and just wanted to stand there regardless. He stood up and dropped a huge bird claw from the sky.
Press his head firmly to the ground.
Fat Jiujiu’s furry head bowed slightly, “Can’t you understand people, Jiujiu!”
As a personal guard beside Prince Wan, Black Sword has been acting unscrupulously over the years. , never suffered such humiliation.
He immediately used his magic power to shake off the bird's claws, but his magic power was suppressed by Fei Jiu Jiu, making him unable to resist.
This dead bird is obviously only in its juvenile stage, so why is it so strong?
Fei Jiujiu felt his resistance, and pressed his head with the bird's claws, crushing it hard on the ground.
Fei Jiujiu raised his head and looked down upon Pu Ren and the others.
It used its soul to protect its master for seven days and seven nights. Later, when the master woke up, its soul power was instantly rebounded.
Not only did it not suffer any damage, its soul was also strengthened and tempered by walking around in the owner's body.
Even if we look at the Three Realms, only very few people can get the chance to temper their souls by chance.
After this battle, his cultivation level increased significantly.
Unless the black sword bursts out all its magic power immediately, it will be difficult to break free.
But would he dare to fight with the Saint's servant beast at the entrance of Youhuang Palace?
Looking at Heijian with his butt sticking out and his head pressed to the ground, he smiled slightly.
She stood up, walked to the edge of the sedan, raised her feet, and stepped on his back.
"Well, I finally feel comfortable, let's go like this."
Fei Jiu Jiu raised his bird's talons, shook his fluffy fur, and followed Ran Yi step by step.
Black Sword lay on the ground and crawled forward step by step with his hands alternate.
He turned his head and glanced up at Ran Ran standing on his back, with overwhelming hatred in his eyes.
This dog-like posture was his favorite pose in the past for the female cultivators he imprisoned.
Because this can crush their arrogance and make them understand that they are not some fairy girls, but a group of bitches, despicable bitches.
But Ranran actually dared to use this trick on him!
This bitch!
Sooner or later he will break her limbs, strip her naked, and throw her into a slave camp for torture!
He raised his foot and nodded his head.
"Tsk, tsk, are you scolding me in your heart? Don't worry, the thing this saint is most afraid of is scolding, because I like to 'kill'."
The last word "kill" was spat outWhen I came out, the air pressure around me suddenly dropped.
It was as if at that moment, a hand suddenly grabbed Heijian's heart, causing him to feel the pain of suffocation.
Before he could react, the feeling disappeared.
The arrogant black sword guard carried Xuanyuan to the main entrance of Youhuang Palace, and successfully caught the attention of everyone present.
Randomly jumped off the back of the black sword and looked up at the gold plaque above his head.
Youhuang Palace.
Finally, we have come to this point.