"What happened a few days ago?" Ran Ran asked calmly.
The monk in red shook his head, "Three days ago, I heard that the Wan Princes were all equipped with elite soldiers and generals, and the Youhuang Palace was leaderless, so I'm afraid it was in danger."
Randomly squinted his eyes, put down the tea cup, and stood up slowly.
The red-clothed monk looked into Ran Ran's eyes, and his heart skipped an inexplicable jump.
His ordinary face actually has such a pair of oppressive eyes.
His body trembled inexplicably, and his heartbeat was beating fast because of the sudden fear.
He turned around and looked at Shu Yuan, "I will reward you for your kindness in the past few days. As for this time, you'd better not show up."
Shu Yuan frowned. He pressed, "Are you going back to Youhuang Palace now?"
He nodded casually.
The red monk heard their conversation and became even more suspicious.
"Fellow Taoist, are you going to Youhuang Palace? Yangling is thousands of miles away from Youhuang Palace. Even high-level flying magic weapons may take four or five days to fly!"
p>Look up at the sky at will. This place is out of the influence of the energy field.
She put her finger to her mouth and whistled.
She and Fei Jiujiu have a soul connection, and Fei Jiujiu can hear this whistle no matter how far apart they are.
Since these monks are searching in the south, Fei Jiujiu must be nearby.
The other monks in the tea shed had long heard the conversation between Random and those monks, and they all looked up at the sky curiously at this moment.
The sky was quiet, without any sound.
Is it bluffing?
But just holding the soul with one hand is difficult for ordinary people to do.
Just when everyone felt strange, a clear bird song came from the sky.
"Chirp——!"
Everyone saw a flash of yellow passing quickly in the sky, but they didn't wait to see clearly what the yellow was.
That yellow streak drew an arc in the sky, and then swooped toward the ground.
Almost instantly, a strong wind suddenly rolled up on the ground beside him.
The strong wind made everyone unable to open their eyes, and their clothes rustled.
When the strong wind dissipated, they saw a fat yellow bird about three meters high appearing on either side of them.
The yellow fluff shines with a smooth luster under the sunlight.
A pair of big black gem-like eyes blinked, locking their gaze on Ran Ran.
"Master, Jiujiu has finally found you, Jiujiu!"
It lowered its head, put its furry head on any palm and rubbed it.
A monk recognized the bird.
"Seventh level Fierce Bird! This, isn't this the beast of the Demon Saint?"
"There is not only one Fierce Bird!"
"But only the demon saint has such lightning speed, and can speak at an early age. I'm afraid no other bird can do that, right?"
"Then... Then she is the demon saint?"
He touched Feijiu Jiu's soft fur and flew on its back.
"Go back to Youhuang Palace immediately!"
"Chirp!"
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Fei Chi Chi's wings flapped in place, suddenly creating a strong air current.
The yellow color suddenly turned into a meteor that passed quickly and disappeared before everyone's eyes.
……
Youhuang Palace, Meeting Hall.
Alan Wangsu unfolded the scroll, which described the entire terrain of the eighteenth floor.
A miniature version of the soldiers stood in the center of the map, firmly guarding Youhuang Palace behind them.
In front of this small group of soldiers was a demonic army twenty times larger than them.
They slowly surrounded it from three sides towards the middle.
Only the west side can break through, but to the west is the unfathomable Sea of Reincarnation.
The Sea of Reincarnation has always been regarded as the holy sea of the demons. If they gave up Youhuang Palace and flew across the Sea of Reincarnation in order to survive, it would be equivalent to giving up everything the Saint had in Youhuang Palace.
She even gave up her identity as a saint.
Therefore, they must not fly back to the sea by ferry.
Alan Wangsu’s usually gentle brows were now filled with worry.
"Report——!"
A messenger appeared in the center of the hall.
"Your Majesty, all teleportation arrays have failed!"
Alan Wangsu's brows furrowed even more.
Alan held a cup of tea lovingly and handed it to his brother with both hands.
"Brother, drink some tea and take a rest. You haven't rested for two days and two nights."
Alan Wangsu shook his head, "The teleportation array has failed, the Mosura family The demon army can only cross Qinglong Mountain from the seventeenth level, but Qinglong Mountain is full of dangers, and they will not be able to get over in a short time."
Alan also sighed sweetly.
Thinking of the saint who did not know whether she was alive or dead, her eyes were sore and she almost shed tears.
She quickly turned her back to prevent her brother from seeing.
Baichuan Menghu walked in holding Mad Sword, Mad Sword clutching his chest, his face full of dissatisfaction:
"Let me go, I can still fight with the traitor again. Fight!"
The black cat transformed into Cancan jumped on the table and gently licked the wound on Mad Sword's chest.
Meng Hu pressed him firmly into the chair: "If the wound on your chest is one inch deeper, the devil's veins will be broken! Brother Mad Sword, wait until you are healed before fighting these bastards!"
Mad Sword covered his chest and coughed violently.
Alan Wangsu: "What's going on outside?"
"Prince Wan is now using the banner of Qing Jun, pressing forward step by step. Many brothers are injured."
Meng Hu was very confused, "But as long as we return to Youhuang Palace, he will stop attacking."
Alan Wangsu's brows frowned even more tightly.
"He...he is forcing us to make a choice."
"What choice?"
Alan Wangsu's voice was tense.
"Force us to surrender voluntarily."