The crazy junior sister Yin turned into a dog, and the sky was full of gods and Buddhas and took a d

"I think it's over here." Leshan closed his folding fan, counted his fingers, and pointed in one direction.

Xiao Yunyang glanced eastward, then looked down at the compass in his hand, shaking his head: "This way."

In front of them, the three auras dispersed and alternated, turning into three forked roads before their eyes.

"Huh?" Ming Fan couldn't figure it out. Looking at the direction of the earth veins, behind these roads, there was a swirling and gathering of spiritual energy.

What Leshan and Xiao Yunyang said was correct. In a place like this, [-]% of the time there would be unexpected surprises.

Ming Fan spread his spiritual consciousness and explored it carefully. When he reached the third path, a faint light emitted from the end, and the spiritual energy hovered and lingered for a long time.

She saw a house, but she couldn't see exactly what was inside.

Take a gamble! Ming Fan pointed to the front: "Let's take this one. This one has the most spiritual energy. Logically speaking, it is the most suitable for nourishing and nurturing treasures."

The few people no longer had any objections and crawled forward in the tunnel.

In front of them, dozens of gopher rats were cautiously clearing the way.

Ming Fan smiled and patted the gopher, then bit the gopher's butt: "Do it well, and after you finish this, I'll let you go."

The Gophers shivered when they were photographed. They didn't know that they were sleeping well, but they were being harassed by these perverts. The whole family worked hard here in the middle of the night.

The gopher-eating rat in front worked diligently, and the six people behind him followed closely.

"We're almost there." Ming Fan listened intently.

There was a click, and a glimmer of light came from above. Ming Fan liked it and climbed out first.

"Little Junior Sister, are we here now?"

He Mu crawled out and looked around. The place was antique and looked like a boudoir in his daughter's house. It was quite special.

Lin Wan, Shu Leshan also climbed out one after another. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but raise their eyebrows. Are you sure about this place?

Several people groped forward, and suddenly, fierce spells came from behind.

Ming Fan jumped up, used a wooden frame to support himself, and came behind the screen in an instant.

A woman wore a mask, looked at them with cold eyes, and used deadly moves in her hands.

Ming Fan took action to deal with it, and felt more and more that women's skills were unfathomable.

She suddenly looked behind the woman and said in panic: "Master Demon Lord, why are you here?"

The woman was distracted and actually wanted to subconsciously look behind her.

Taking advantage of her distraction, Mingfan's consciousness turned into sharp thorns and stabbed towards her sea of ​​consciousness, throwing a talisman towards her face.

The woman was in pain, so she struck even harder, and all her aura dispersed: "Seeking death!" It turned out to be a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Ming Fan took out a jade bottle, sighed distressedly, pulled out his hundreds of thousands, no, it was the bottle cork, and threw it out: "Hurry up, kill her quickly."

The following words were naturally addressed to Lin Wanshu and the others.

Xiao Yunyang struggled for a second, then decisively took out the powder and threw it out. The most effective way to end the battle was to stun the opponent.

The woman was furious and no longer had any backup plans. She would not look down on a few golden elixir monks.

Ming Fan walked beside her, flicked out a little venom, laid out eighteen talismans, and jumped out of the formation.

"Fourth Senior Brother, pick up."

Xiao Yunyang jumped up, and the medicinal powder floated down like snow.

The demon saint jumped up and was lightly blocked by the magic circle. Before her eyes, she was covered with the medicine poured by her head. She opened her eyes in disbelief and fainted.

Before a few people could take a breath, they were startled by a knock on the door.

"The saint has something to give you?"

Mingfan took a breath, saint? Are they digging a hole, directly into the saint's room? !

"Saint?" People outside received no answer and did not dare to enter rashly, so they asked cautiously.

Ming Fan changed his hands, took off the mask from the woman's face, put it on his own face, and imitated the voice just now and said: "Get out! Who asked you to come here!"

The person outside the door suddenly stopped and his voice trembled: "Saint, please forgive me. It was my subordinate who was rude. Saint, please give me any instructions at any time if necessary."

Ming Fan clicked his tongue in surprise. It seemed that this saintly girl usually had a bad temper, so this would be more convenient for her.

After the people outside had gone away, they gathered around the demon saint again.

I originally wanted to steal and run away, but now I feel very distressed.

"Kill." Xiao Yunyang drew his Hengyang sword.

"If we really kill her, we will be chased and chopped down by the entire demon race before we even leave the Demon City." Ming Fan let out a faint breath.

Leshan's foxy eyes narrowed: "Little junior sister, in the past few days, why don't you consider the identity of the demon saint?" Seeing how well she acted just now.

Ming Fan looked at Leshan and the others and rolled his eyes: "Then you should prepare well to participate in the ceremony." When the time comes, they will cooperate internally and externally, and it will not be able to control whose surname the demon clan's treasure house takes.

Several people discussed it and acted separately.

Ming Fan looked at the backs of several senior brothers and was secretly amused.

Lin Wanshu is a master of magic with his strange blood vines; Rong Hua looks and sounds like a pervert; Xiao Yunyang is full of murderous aura when facing outsiders; He Mu's machete is quite intimidating; as for Le Shan, that His ability to open his mouth and make up stories is as good as hers.

A few of them are even more like demon cultivators than demon cultivators.

After tying up the demon saint and dragging her to the secret passage, Ming Fan let out a sigh of relief. Now that he was free, he looked at the appearance of this demonic saint. Ming Fan was amazed that her eyebrows were somewhat similar to his own.

A black shadow sneaked into the room, and a voice sounded from behind her: "Saint, the Demon King has told me that I hope you can complete the ceremony as soon as possible."

Ming Fan turned around stiffly, twitched the corners of his mouth, and swallowed the curse words that came to his lips. It was scary, you know.

Seeing that her expression was not good, the shadow asked tentatively: "What other instructions does the saint have?"

"Haha, who dares to give you instructions?" Ming Fan sneered, changed the topic, and said in a sinister tone: "I want you to tell me yourself again, who you are."

The black shadow was stunned for a moment, not knowing where he had offended her again. He was silent for a long time and said in a low voice: "I am the Zuo Protector of the Demon Palace."

"So you still know. Recognize your identity, understand?" Ming Fan sat on the couch, his consciousness suddenly released for a moment, and then he took it back.

"Subordinate, follow your orders." Protector Zuo was kicked out for no apparent reason.

Their saintess was always moody, so he didn't think much about it and just accepted that he was really unlucky today.

Ming Fan squinted his eyes and realized that the black shadow was Protector Zuo. Just now, she had a slight feeling that her cultivation level was higher than hers. If he tried hard, she wasn't sure whether she could beat him, but she was sure that even if she couldn't beat him, she could still blow him up and poison him.

There are still a few days until the ceremony, and Ming Fan has been extremely busy these days.

She and the maid who served her wanted to give some wedding rings.

This is a rarer thing than a storage bag. Not only does it have a large storage space, it is also smaller and more exquisite. Even if you buy it outside, you cannot buy it easily.

Now that she has the experience card for the Demon Saint, she can't be stingy at all.

After getting the things, Mingfan went out during the day and secretly wrote down the escape route.

When she got the chance, she brainwashed the demon monks and held meetings, trying to awaken their few consciences.

Due to her identity as a demon saint, she couldn't do too much. She wished she could just stay. She believed that as long as she was given enough time, it would no longer be a dream for two immortals and demons to become one family in this world. .

Finally, Ming Fan walked around the house, swept away all the useful and valuable things, and glanced at the gradually filling storage ring. She felt extremely happy.

Ming Fan took advantage of the high and domineering attitude of the demon saint and took a pill that concealed her cultivation.

After not seeing each other for a few days, the demon clan members secretly sighed that the saint's cultivation was becoming more and more unpredictable.

Ming Fan lamented that life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills.

After receiving Lin Wanshu's teleportation message, Mingfan was all smiles, everything was ready, all he needed was the east wind.

When the ceremony is over and the things are taken, they can retire and enjoy the food they came for.

There was a commotion outside, and several demon soldiers came to report it.

Ming Fan originally wanted to find an excuse and send them away.

Looking at the people being held in custody, Ming Fan seemed a little familiar. Looking at it again, I don’t know him. He is an old acquaintance.