"Master, can you leave the next thing to me?" Ruoxuan suddenly spoke with a little request in her eyes.

Mo Yu glanced at her, paused for a moment, and said, "Okay."

"Thank you, Master!" Ruoxuan was delighted and couldn't help but feel deeply grateful. "Next, please feel aggrieved by the master."

Taking a deep breath, her figure moved and fell directly to the altar, and her body suddenly emitted a little breath of the original origin of the Demons.

Looking at her back, Mo Yu thought about it, but he didn't say much and took a step to follow.

"Crot, the great priest of the Abyss Demon Clan, see the two messengers!"

On the third floor of the altar, the priest with white hair and white face and wrinkles spoke again. He leaned his hands in front of his forehead and held the most noble etiquette of the demons. Although he was a little surprised, the aura of the two messengers was even less powerful, but the blood suppression that made him tremble made him dare not be disrespectful at all. He spoke with the oldest and most noble language of the demons.

"There is no need to be too polite to the great priests. Please invite all the priests." A nice and crisp female voice came, but it was the tone of the underground demon clan, and it was vaguely familiar.

Crott dared not think too much. He respectfully thought that, then he slowly stood up and carefully swept the two messengers in front of him with his light. His eyes suddenly widened and he said in a lost voice: "Princess Ruoxuan!"

Behind him, the twelve demon priests also showed shocks on their faces. The princess of the demon dragon clan would actually be summoned by the priest altar. What's going on?

Ruoxuan's face was calm, and she exuded the original aura of the devils. Her whole body exuded a sense of nobility and majesty. Her behavior was like a god sitting upright in the clouds, which made people feel awe.

"The Great Priest, now I am the messenger of the Demon Realm."

Her voice is cold, but in contrast to her temperament, she looks even more majestic.

Crott was shocked. He didn't know what was going on, but the aura on Princess Ruoxuan did make him feel scared. But what made him even more frightened was the man in black robe behind her. This person looked calm and calm, and his aura was not visible at all. However, Crott felt extremely terrifying majesty, as if he could control his life and death with a thought. He had never felt this invisible majesty even in the Demon King.

If Princess Xuan becomes the envoy of the Demon World, this news will definitely have a fierce impact on the situation of the entire demon clan and even cause turmoil among the entire tribe.

But in full view of everyone, she summoned through the altar. How could she deny her identity? What's more, behind her, there is a very likely stand a real messenger of the Demon Realm!

The thoughts quickly turned, and the Grand Priest Crott quickly saluted respectfully, "Yes, Lord Messenger, please forgive my misconduct."

The twelve priests had many flashing eyes. When they heard Crot confirm her identity as an envoy, their faces were slightly stiff but they dared not say anything more.

Ruoxuan's heart was slightly relaxed. She turned around and looked at the countless demons who were crawling and kneeling under the altar, and said in a clear voice: "I, the demon dragon clan Oglyon Sonata Ruoxuan, swears as the envoy of the Demon Realm. Now it is not far from the day my demons return to the surface! All the glory lost by the demons will eventually return!"

Intentionally, the sound spread from afar and clearly reached the altar, and millions of demons were ears.

A brief silence followed by that earth-shaking cheer!

"Long live the messenger!"

"Long live the Demon Dragon Clan!"

"Long live Lord Ruoxuan!"

Countless generations of depression and the pain of the entire clan were completely vented at this moment! Seeing the arrival of the envoy of the demon world, all demons were full of confidence in the future of the clan!

Among the twelve priests, the faces suddenly darkened, and their eyes showed shock and anger, but they were suppressed and never burst out.

Crott smiled bitterly, but he also knew that Princess Ruoxuan had absolutely no chance to miss such an opportunity.

But in this case, I am afraid that a war that swept the entire demon race would soon come. Although he did not want to see it, he was unable to interfere.

"Two messengers, please follow me and have a rest."

Ruoxuan glanced at him and nodded slightly.

From beginning to end, Mo Yu was a bystander. Through the power of the first clone of the Demons, he could sense the changes in the mood of all demons on the altar and naturally guessed something.

But he did not stop him. After all, no matter what angle he considers, the appearance of a controllable queen among the demon clan is a good choice.

As for how to accomplish this, his eyes flashed slightly, and he gradually became calculating in his heart.

...

The ninth level of the abyss is mastered by the Demon Emperor clan, so it can naturally obtain news from the sacrificial altar at the fastest speed.

The Demon Emperor has been ascending the throne for thousands of years, but he looks only over thirty years old. He is wearing a black robe embroidered with mountains and rivers, with a majestic demeanor and endless pressure all over his body. He sits upright on the throne. He doesn't say a word, and his space seems to be about to solidify.

Below, the seventy-seven princes and the princess stood respectfully. No matter how lawless they were outside, they did not even dare to breathe when facing His Majesty the Demon Emperor.

"Haotian, she is your fiancée's wife, so you will take her back to the Demon Palace." Finally, His Majesty the Demon Emperor spoke slowly, his voice was dull, making people unable to guess what he was thinking.

A handsome demon prince stepped out and said in a deep voice: "My son receives the order!"

He paused for a moment, and saw that the Demon Emperor did not continue to speak, so he saluted respectfully, turned around and strode away.

A cold light shines in my eyes!

...

The eighth floor of the abyss, the hereditary territory of the Demon Dragon clan!

"Father, Ruoxuan returns as an envoy of the Demon Realm. This is the best opportunity for my Demon Dragon Clan. Otherwise, one day, the Demon King will attack our Clan! Instead of waiting for death, it is better to give it a try!" The burly young man growled.

"Brother is right. The heaven of this demon clan is that my demon dragon clan is supporting half of it. If the Demon Emperor lineage is injustice, don't blame us for turning against us! With the help of my little sister's identity as an envoy of the Demon Realm, even if we fight with the Demon Emperor lineage, my demon dragon clan may not lose!"

Another young man had a murderous intent on his face.

The Demon Dragon Clan has a strong demeanor and majestic demeanor. His brows frowned and his heart was happy about his beloved daughter's safety and safety, but now he cannot relax.

The Demon Sect clan is really on the edge of a cliff, and if one step is wrong, it may be a disaster. As the clan leader, he is responsible for all tribesmen, so even though he knows that every extra delay, his beloved daughter will be more dangerous, he is still silent.

"Brother, don't hesitate anymore. Even without Ruoxuan's return, the Demon Emperor would not let us go. In this way, it's better to give it a try!" On the lower seat, a man with a certain appearance similar to the Demon Dragon Clan leader spoke in a deep voice, "I'll leave now and go to pick Ruoxuan up in person!"

"Second brother?" The leader of the Demon Dragon Tribe's voice was low, he glanced at him, and finally nodded slowly, "Take the Eighteen Demon Dragon Guards with you, Ruoxuan, you and Ruoxuan will return safely."

"Yes, brother!"
Chapter completed!