The remaining power of the painter in the altar entered the pen picked up by Wang Fang and his scroll of paintings, creating the magical artifacts of the gods.

And where did the remaining power of the demon clan's essence and blood go?

Although Wang Fang was curious, he was not able to find it. Besides, he was not sure whether something similar to the demon artifact was created. After all, no one knew what would happen, including the monsters who built this altar.

Chunyu Jin was silent all the way because of the red star of Amaterasu. Wang Fang was also thinking about what impact the appearance of the gods and demons would have on him and the world.

Now the gods can be said to be controlled by themselves.

He still doesn't know how heroic spirits were produced and how to find them. But as long as time accumulates, the gods will definitely continue to grow and grow around him.

At the same time, Wang Fang was also very curious about what posture the first demon clan would appear in this world.

Thinking of the first demon clan, Wang Fang looked at the mysterious scorpion flying beside him.

Her first gods.

As a former 12th-level demon general, Xuan Scorpion could already fly. This time she changed her race, and flying was inheriting the legacy of her previous life. Her flight speed was not as fast as Wukong, and her temperament was more suitable to be a guard than Wukong.

Moreover, after obtaining the power given by the magical artifact and transforming into the gods, Wang Fang, as the creator of the Xuan Scorpion, could feel that her strength was stronger than before.

Level 13, this is Wang Fang's assessment of Xuan Scorpion's strength. This level of strength can already cope with most occasions.

With this bodyguard, Goku can be released. This monkey is really not suitable to be with him all the time... He feels uncomfortable, and he feels even more uncomfortable.

In this way, Chunyu Jin and Wang Fang returned to the North Palace Guard as they thought about things.

Back at the residence, taking a shower, washing and changing into a new official uniform, Wang Fang came to Chunyu Jin's studio.

At this time, Chunyu Jin also changed into the costumes for the celebration at Guanhailou. She liked red, and chose a bright red embroidered palace skirt for the dress, and the silk shawl showed a deep collarbone socket.

After getting closer, you can smell the body fragrance emitted by a woman after taking a bath, which makes her feel even more breathtaking in the moisture.

"As a painter, you don't need to kneel down to the king, but don't look directly at the king..." Chunyu Jin, who was waiting for Wang Fang, immediately taught him what to pay attention to when he saw King Jiang.

There is also the clothing of a grade official; what can be said and what can not be said.

Chunyu Jin seemed to be devoted to the celebration after dawn, but from time to time she looked at Amaterasu in the sky outside, showing her anxiety.

Wang Fang cooperated to record the rules that Chunyu Jin said, and did not intend to talk about other things, which caused trouble.

However, unexpectedly, Chunyu Jin suddenly said: "Zuo Ding is dead. A soldier found his body in Luanfeng Mountain, and his head was cut off."

Thinking of sitting in the car together yesterday and "escaped" Wang Fang, who heard the news of Zuo Ding's death, couldn't help but sigh. He said, "Zuo Ding is a dead soldier in the demon clan's plan, but he met us..."

"I met you..." Chunyu Jin was a little uneasy. After a while, she asked again: "Has Zuo Ding said to you?"

Judging from Chunyu Jin's appearance, Wang Fang knew that she was concerned about the demon clan's inner support in Zejun.

Wang Fang replied straightforwardly: "He said nothing. After all, the most important thing is to find the altar of the demon clan, not anything else... I was afraid that I would be wrong with the words, so I didn't ask too much."

Wang Fang did not tell the truth to Chunyu Jin. He knew that the insider behind him who was hooking up with the demon clan was the big prince.

But Zuo Ding died, and there was no evidence of death.

Wang pointed out that the eldest prince was of no help to the situation at this time. After all, for Chunyu Jin, doubts were doubtful, and it was not easy to make her convinced that the eldest prince was a traitor, without evidence.

Besides, the eldest prince and Wang Fang have no direct interests now, so there is no need for him to try to prove anything.

Let Chunyu Jin find the truth by himself.

Without getting an accurate answer from Wang Fang, Chunyu Jin didn't know whether she should be disappointed or grateful. However, she quickly adjusted her condition. As long as there was no evidence to prove anything, she had to do what she should do.

The Beidian Guard did a major task to save the Jiang Kingdom, destroying the conspiracy of the demon clan to turn the Jiang Kingdom into a demon clan. The greatest contribution is to save the Jia, let alone save the entire royal clan Zhou family.

The achievements of Li Yao's establishment of diplomatic relations with the scale clan were simply the light of rice grains in the face of such great achievements.

All of this was done by the great prince. He planned and saved the Jiang Kingdom and saved the human race's fortune. With this contribution, who is qualified to take away his style in this important celebration?

In the eyes of the king, Li Yao?

He is just a clown who is played between the hands of the demon clan and the big prince. No matter how capable he is, he is just a minister. And on the throne... what he needs is a king.

It was dawn, and among the gongs and drums and fireworks, Zejun ushered in a new day.

Today is the birthday celebration of the Jiang Kingdom. With yesterday's rehearsal, the people in the city quickly made the entire county town lively. The ban on flying in the city was lifted, and a large number of painters flew into the air in their own painting scrolls. They splashed ink and decorated the entire sky with extremely gorgeous beauty.

In just a short time, the entire Zejun brought the celebration to its peak.

But while celebrating the city, the eldest prince Zhou Qi was furious in a secret room in his palace.

"How did Chunyu Jin know the location of the altar? How did the East Palace Guard know about He House! I worked hard to endure it for so long, just for today...

You Jingzhe promised me honestly that there would be no mistakes.

Is this a little mistake?

Being fully occupied by the East Palace Guard and the North Palace Guard is Jingzhe’s ability? You promise me that when you want to help me become king, that’s not what you said!”

The one who was sprayed with saliva on his face was a rabbit-eared banshee.

The two monsters inside and outside Ze County were surrounded and suppressed at the same time, which was beyond Jingzhe's expectations. Especially on the Luanfeng Mountain, the altar was destroyed, and all the demon clans, including the three demon clans, were killed in battle. The demon clan's two thousand-year plan was destroyed.

In terms of losses, the demon clan is bigger than the big prince.

But no matter how much pain in my heart, the eldest prince cannot be lost.

The appearance of the rabbit demon is no different from that of the human race. If you use cloud buns and fur headdress to cover your ears, you will be even more unable to tell that she is a demon race.
Chapter completed!