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

On the altar, it was solemn and solemn.

The underground was crowded with people, everyone gearing up.

"The saint is here! It's the saint!" A demon cultivator looked at the woman walking slowly out on the high platform and shouted, trying to attract attention.

The woman was wrapped in a black robe, held her lips together, and then played music and then worshiped.

If this group of demons knew that the person they were worshiping now was a disciple of the Immortal Sect, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood.

After scanning around lightly, Ming Fan saw Leshan and Mu in the crowd and winked at her. Pass by without leaving a trace.

“My fellow demon clan soldiers, how are you?

You are working hard for the demon clan day by day, and others only care about whether you have become stronger.

I am different. As a saint, I only hope that you will be happy every day. "

As soon as Ming Fan spoke out, the demon soldiers were stunned. Why does the saint today feel different from before?

The demons are naturally attracted to the strong, and this is especially true in the demons who prey on the weak. They regard becoming stronger as their lifelong goal. As for what happiness is, they don't know and don't care.

Anyone who tells them that you can go and have fun is a cult and an undercover agent sent by the world of immortality!

But today's words came from the mouth of their saint. The demon cultivators believed it deeply and were even a little moved.

After all, who would be idle and doubt their parents? The saint must have a reason for saying this.

Seeing this, Ming Fan struck out with a heavy fist: "Have you ever smelled the fragrance of flowers? Can you see the color of the sky? Is there anyone in the world who loves you and is willing to die for you? No, you don't. You can only practice cultivation. You are like this , makes me ashamed, makes me disgusted!”

The demon monks collectively fell into deep thought and had three questions in their minds: Are they boring? Are they pitiful? Are they really so miserable?

The demon cultivator said that the saint's remarks today were too shocking, but there must be a demon when something goes wrong. Protector Zuo next to the high platform narrowed his eyes and stared at Ming Fan above.

Leshan patted Lin Wanshu on the shoulder: "Tsk, my junior sister is really good at deceiving."

Lin Wanshu lowered his eyes. He felt that Junior Sister did this intentionally.

On this occasion, it would be unthinkable to openly provoke the demons if they were discovered.

A strong wind mixed with demonic energy suddenly attacked Ming Fan. She stood there quietly and waved her hand, and the strong wind disappeared.

Ming Fan looked at Protector Zuo with cold eyes, and said in a smooth voice: "Go down and receive the punishment yourself."

Protector Zuo became suspicious of the saint in front of him when he heard the report from his subordinates yesterday. Now he saw with his own eyes that the saint's cultivation was still as unfathomable as before. The most important thing was that he did not find any spiritual power in the saint. Force fluctuations.

From this point of view, he was worrying too much.

Putting aside his doubts, Protector Zuo bowed and retreated. He just questioned the saint and deserved to be punished. With his departure, her identity as a demon saint was confirmed.

Ming Fan clenched her hands tightly under her sleeves and suppressed the sweetness in her throat. Yesterday, she took away several people from Baili Ningchuan for no reason. She had already expected that they might be remembered by someone who cared.

While she was speaking just now, she arranged a magic circle around her. Last time she discovered that the black box could absorb all things, it came in handy this time.

Now that the suspicion has been temporarily put aside, the troublesome Guardian Zuo was also sent away, which made it easier for her to take action.

Thinking of this, she was secretly glad that this demon king could not show up at the ceremony, otherwise she would most likely be exposed on the spot.

Ming Fan cleared his throat: "You should improve your talents. The ceremony cannot be delayed."

Ming Fan looked incomprehensible and looked at the people in the audience, performing tricks for her: wielding a sword and smashing a hammer, smashing stones on his chest, dancing wildly...

Didn’t you say that we should choose twelve golden elixir monks? Have their demon clan always chosen this method? Sure enough, he has a lot of golden elixirs, so he is arrogant.

Ming Fan's head was full of questions. Under the mask, he tried hard to suppress his big mouth that wanted to open.

There is a risk in pretending to be realistic, really, for fear that if she is not careful, she will die laughing on the spot.

She even felt that the demon saint could be completely understood with her cunning and dark appearance.

After all, who is forced to enjoy such an embarrassing performance once in a while and still feel happy.

Lin Wanshu and Mu below looked at each other in confusion. Is there still this link? No one told them.

Ming Fan winked at them: Come on quickly. How can I take you to the treasure house?

Lin Wanshu's expression changed, this... must be too embarrassing.

They came all the way to suffer, and they even had to perform on the big demon stage!

Xiao Yunyang's face turned pale. He had never done this before since he was a child.

Ming Fan coughed lightly: "Is there anything else?" He nuzzled at the five people again.

If you want face, you can't give up the spirit stone, so rush!

Leshan gritted his teeth and rushed forward, enduring the humiliation and performing a fan dance.

Hehe, children can be taught, Ming Fan smiled and frowned.

Seeing them dancing with swords, playing with knives, and tending to flowers and grass, Ming Fan waved his hand.

"It's just you."

In order not to reveal any clues, she also specially selected the remaining six people who were good-looking.

Twelve people have the same style, even if they have doubts, they still have something to say.

The demon monks looked at the person chosen by their saint and were unhappy.

Since when did the saint fall in love with the pretty boy? Obviously before, their rough guys were the most popular, right?

"I don't accept it! How can I, Old Sun, be any worse than them?" shouted a bearded man, which caused a resonance among the demon cultivators around him.

"That's right, why are they so good at killing a chicken for nothing, but we who are strong and healthy can't?"

The faces of those who were called "Baizhanjiji" were full of black lines, but they were unable to refute.

Their immortal sect focuses on magic, and does not focus on body refining like the demon clan does.

Ming Fan scolded and carried out the PUA to the end: "Don't you know whether you have made progress and worked hard over the years? Now you dare to question this saint's decision, are you impatient?"

Ming Fan quietly threw out an explosive talisman, and the stone platform in front of her was filled with dust, blocking everyone's mouth.

Seeing this, the bearded people and the surrounding demonic cultivators all shut up. They forgot for a moment that the person they were confronting was a saint, and now they were frightened by the thought.

The cultivation of their Holy Girl Nascent Soul is really irritating, crushing them is not as simple as crushing an ant.

Ming Fan snorted coldly, pretending to be indifferent on his face.

She didn't know the rest of the ceremony process, but it didn't matter. The rules were all set by people anyway. She didn't know, so she could just decide one now.

"I am tired of the previous process. This time, you will go with me to the treasure house to select things. As for the ceremony, wait for me to come back to continue."

After saying that, without waiting for anyone else to say anything, he led twelve people to the treasure house.

She has read the map thousands of times in the past few days. Now the Demon Palace is just like her home. Isn't it too much to go back to her own home to get some things?

……

On the altar, the demon monks stared blankly at the returning saint.

"A bunch of trash!"

They were even more dumbfounded when they were suddenly scolded. One second the saint had said she only wanted them to be happy, but the next second she was calling them trash.

The demon saint didn't have time to explain, so she took out the communication talisman and sent it to the sky. The pressure of the Nascent Soul stage was completely dispersed, and the demon cultivators knelt down one after another.

Several clouds of smoke rose, and the group of demons finally woke up. This was their real saint, and the previous one was a fake!