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

Chapter 448 The Devil is Resurrected

After arguing with the demon monks for a long time, Ren Yi finally "reluctantly" agreed to temporarily restore his identity as the Demon King.

Fei Jiujiu and Tiezhu leaned against each other and were almost falling asleep.

He distributed the energy-restoring pills to them at will, allowing them to recover quickly on the spot.

With Ren Yi protecting them, everyone could finally focus on meditation and recovery without having to worry about sneak attacks.

Fang Qing adjusted his breathing first. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the fat Jiujiu, which had turned into a big bird and was able to block the wind and snow.

He looked at the red-haired iron pillar walking around, and at the same time, he felt a surge of security in his heart, and a great sense of pride surged in his chest.

Now he felt that he was extremely strong and could beat ten people alone.

"Your Majesty, even if these monks' heads are crushed, they can still be resurrected. Should we leave as soon as possible?"

A random glance swept over the bodies scattered on the ground.

"No rush. They should be able to lead us to the other trapped monks after nightfall."

Fang Qing's eyes lit up. It was finally time for them to launch a counterattack.

These days they were forced to flee everywhere and lived a very miserable life.

This time he ventured out, he also wanted to return to Youhuang Palace to seek refuge.

Who would have thought that all along the way back to Youhuang Palace would be filled with members of the Dark Night Clan!

Two monks were captured by them and their lives and deaths are still unknown.

"Your Majesty, when we encountered the Dark Night Monks in the past, as long as we had a breath left, we would be captured by them."

"The monks who were captured would be bled many times and their spirits would be sucked away. The monks who were captured at the beginning are already emaciated and can't hold on for too long."

He waved his hand casually: "Their lives are safe for the time being. The Dark Night Clan needs to gather a large number of cultivators from the three realms to completely revive the Dark Lord."

Fang Qing was shocked. Resurrecting the Dark Lord?

Could it be that not only the Demon King is not dead, but even the Dark Lord is not dead?

Tiezhu suddenly turned his head and looked at Ren Yi: "Master, there is energy fluctuation ahead."

She nodded casually. She also felt that there should be more monks coming.

She raised her hand to open the barrier, covering Fang Qing and the others.

"You continue to practice breathing and wait here. I will be back soon."

"Yes!"

Leaving Fei Jiujiu there, she and Tiezhu flew to the hill in front.

A dozen Dark Night monks escorted seven or eight Heavenly Clan monks forward.

Almost every cultivator of the Celestial Clan was injured, and their clothes were covered in blood.

They seemed to have been walking for a long time. The faces of these Celestial Clan cultivators were pale, their physical strength was severely exhausted, and they walked unsteadily.

Ren Yi narrowed her eyes and saw Fei Peng and Fei Ji, who had become her personal guards on the day of her coronation, among the crowd of Celestials.

Fei Peng seemed to be seriously injured and fell down due to lack of strength.

The leading Dark Night Monk Mingyi saw it, his face full of impatience, and he swung the whip in his hand hard on him.

The wound that had just scabbed over opened again.

Fei Ji jumped on him and blocked it with his body.

Ming Yi didn't care at all and beat both of them together.

The Celestial Clan monks around saw this and rushed towards the Dark Night monk in anger.

But their spiritual powers were sealed and they were injured, so they were no match for them.

The final outcome was just being beaten together.

Ming Ling grabbed Ming Yi and said, "That's enough! If we hit them again, they will die! To save An Zun, none of them can be left behind!"

Mingyi stopped angrily, "I won't go any further. I'm tired too! Mingchuan and the others should be here soon, let's just wait for them here!"

Ming Ling nodded: "Alright, after we meet up tonight, we will escort them to the vicinity of Silver Snow City."

"When the time comes, we will chop off their hands and feet under the Silver Snow City. I don't believe that kid won't open the city gate!"

Ming Yi sneered: "That kid is a demon after all. If we want to force it to open the city gate, I'm afraid the demons in Ming Chuan's hands will be useful."

Ming Ling shook his head: "You don't understand this. That kid claims to be loyal only to Amoro Renyi."

"He spread the news that if there are people in the Celestial Clan who are willing to put aside their prejudices, they can also enter Silver Snow City to hide."

Ming Yi sneered, "Really? I wonder what kind of magic potion that Ren Yi gave them."

"You're talking nonsense!" Fei Peng, who was beaten to pieces, glared at Ming Yi fiercely, "Your Majesty, you are the greatest Emperor of Heaven in history!"

"How dare you, beasts, talk about the Emperor of Heaven so casually!"

Mingyi hadn't fought enough, and when he heard Feipeng's words, he wanted to kill him.

"Really? Then I'll take you downstairs to meet your Majesty!"

As soon as Mingyi finished speaking, his head suddenly flew high into the air.

When the head fell to the ground, the stiff body still remained standing, but black blood was all over the ground.

Ming Ling looked at the two people falling from the sky in horror.

The red-haired man frowned slightly and said to the white-haired woman beside him:

"Master, why do you keep using this move? It's too fast and not cool!"

The purple-gold eyes of the white-haired woman were filled with indifferent murderous intent:

"It's simple and hassle-free, so why waste time?"

Ming Ling felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.

The devil is resurrected.