"By the way, there is something you don’t know? The Demon Race has handed in the marriage letter several times, wanting to marry the Extreme Region, but was mercilessly rejected. In the end, he had to retreat and chose the Nether Region. The Lord’s son. Good horses don’t eat grass. Do you think the emperor will turn around and marry a woman he didn’t want?"

The whispers of the spiritual practitioners were not loud, but they still literally spread to everyone's ears.

Jun Jitian's face has gradually changed from the original cold to iron blue.

The chill and murderous aura in the eyes seemed to be condensed into substance, gushing out.

And whether it is the demons in the venue or the stands, they are filled with righteous indignation.

I can't wait to rush over and tear up the spirituality that slandered their princess.

The first spiritual practitioner who opened his mouth felt the tension around him, and couldn't help but curl his lips.

There was a mocking expression on his face: "What do you mean when the demons show such a murderous expression? Have we slandered the princess? Don't everyone tell the truth? Just because the facts are told, the demons will indulge their subordinates. Is it hurting? It turns out that the Celestial Charm Banquet, which has been passed down for so many years by the Mozu, is such a brutal and powerful one, and no one can tolerate different opinions at the meeting."

"Then what kind of consort should the Demon Lord choose? It's better to kill us all and leave the waste that only promises and only flattery. In this way, the princess may be satisfied."

The man slowly raised his chin, and said coldly: "Perhaps there is such a coward in the Heavenly Charm Palace, but our company is definitely not. If your Majesty the Devil thinks that I deserve to die, it is better to kill me now! I would rather go to death generously than I would lose my spiritual dignity in the enemy's territory."

There was a burst of applause from the crowd.

"Yes, if the Demon Lord has the ability to kill us. From then on, Tianmei Banquet has become a joke."

"Mozun, we are just asking the princess to come out and let us meet, isn't this request too much?"

Several elders of the Demon Race looked at Jun Jitian with ugly expressions.

To meet Jun Jitian's cold gaze, they shrank their necks and simply turned their gazes to Min Wei.

The Tianmei Banquet is one of the most sacred festivals of the demons.

Even the devil cannot easily break its rules.

If the Demon Lord is really allowed to kill at the Tianmei Banquet, then the Demon Race and the spiritual cultivation will be caught in an endless bloody battle.

Although nine out of ten demons hate spiritual cultivation, it is obviously not the time to go to war.

The elder Wuzhuang coughed slightly: "Minwei, Tianmei Banquet is ultimately a blind date for the princess, I think the princess should come out to see these spiritual practices?"

"Yes!" the other elder also said, "It's fine if your Royal Highness has not been able to find it before, but now that it has been recovered, why conceal it? Even if the Princess looks bad, huh, these spiritual practitioners Do you dare to dislike it?"

Min Wei: "..."

He also wants the princess to come out!

But the question is, her Royal Highness is sitting underneath, or is she one of the candidates for the princess's horse, can you believe it?

Minwei pressed his temple, only his brain hurt.

"Is it right? Demon Lord is really interested in the extreme realm?" Wu Zhuang frowned, "but looking at this situation, the extreme realm emperor should not come? What's more, as the extreme realm emperor, It's impossible..."