The black mist became thinner and thinner, and when the first ray of blue and transparent morning light fell into Fu Cang's eyes, the earth-shattering battle between gods and demons in the distance was still going on.
Probably because those monsters in Lihen Hai ran out suddenly, the head general of the Boshin Department issued an order to summon the entire war department. Hundreds of miles away, the auspicious light and the turbid air were fighting in the dark, and no one noticed what happened in Lihen Hai. .
This battle has nothing to do with him, even if he wants to help, he has enough energy to spare.
Fu Cang stepped on the clear light formation, feeling exhausted, he didn't even have the strength to resist the wind and the clouds. The nine-headed lion who had been hiding in the sea of clouds seemed to realize that he had come out, and immediately rushed towards him with tears in his eyes. They stuffed them into his arms together, crying softly with tears in their eyes.
Fu Cang touched its soft lion fur, leaving a bloodstain.
In the distance, there was a black figure standing alone. He raised his eyes and saw Shaoyi standing with his hands behind his back beside the dark hibiscus in the distance. His eyes were neither looking at Lihenhai nor Baili. The gods and demons outside were fighting, but they stared at the blue and red morning glow in the sky, their eyes flickered, and they didn't know what they were thinking.
As if aware of Fu Cang's gaze, Shaoyi turned his head, a rare smile was not on his face, his deep and calm expression made him look exactly like the ancient emperor in Lihen Hai.
"Thank you." He said in a low voice, his voice was carried by the morning wind, "Thank you."
Although he couldn't see what happened in Lihen Hai, but the corpse was completely destroyed, his spirit felt a long-lost relief at that moment, as if he had shaken off a heavy burden of millions of years, he knew that they must succeed up.
Fu Cang didn't move, he didn't draw his sword, he just said calmly: "It's not your turn to thank me, if you want to solve the disaster, why don't you go in by yourself?"
Shaoyi didn't answer, his eyes fell on his side, where it was empty, and the red and clear figure was gone. Has it perished? Unlike, if she died, Fu Cang would not react like this.
It's okay if it doesn't die.
He quietly looked at the clear morning light in the sky. On the day he successfully left Lihenhai, he passed through the black mist, and he encountered such a morning light.
Trapped in the sea of Lihen for so many years, he had only one thought, which was to survive. This obsession made him turbid, and under all kinds of mistakes, he created the current Lihen ocean. Those fragments that popped up were the result of obsessive attempts to leave the Sea of Lihen.
He had so longed to leave that silent darkness, spent millions of years and consumed the divine power of three generations of descendants of the Qingyang clan, so he would never step into it again, even if it was her who went in, especially if she went in. It's her.
He messed up the entire sky and earth, and he can also re-level it. As for what method he used, who he sacrificed, whether it was right or wrong, he didn't care at all.
Shaoyi took two steps back, the gentle and sweet smile returned to his handsome face, and his voice became frivolous and soft: "Junior Brother Fucang, let's go back to the upper realm to recuperate earlier, see you someday, we're still colleagues. Farewell. "
The sleeves of his black long clothes fluttered lightly, his sleeves fluttered like wings, and he disappeared into the morning light in the blink of an eye.
See you someday or colleagues? Isn't he afraid of Zhuyin's revenge, and isn't he afraid of Li Hate Hai's secret being leaked out? Fu Cang stood there for a while, not planning to chase after him. The large and small wounds all over his body were eroded by the turbid air, causing heart-piercing pain, and his eyes turned black. He immediately stepped on the back of the lion, bypassed the battlefield of gods and demons in the distance, and flew towards the Nantianmen.
The thick and turbid wind in the mortal world blew his long hair, Xiao Jiu let out a sob-like cry, Fu Cang patted it on the back soothingly, but it choked even louder. The blood on his body had already soaked the lion's fur, and the fragrance of divine blood wafted all the way.
The Chunjun around his waist made low buzzing sounds, and Fu Cang held it tightly subconsciously.
He won't let go, never let go again.
*
A catastrophe in the Wuchen Department ended much faster than expected. The generals had been preparing for a big battle for several months. Who knows whether it was an illusion or luck, Maharaja Zichou and the gang ran from the sea of hatred The monsters that came out seemed to have much weaker healing power that troubled the gods endlessly. After the summoning order of the whole war department was issued, it only took five days from the lower realm to completely kill them.
Even the sharp-eyed generals noticed that the sea of hatred in the Qingguang formation seemed to have faded a lot. The gods who had never encountered such a situation did not dare to act rashly, fearing that something might go wrong again, and instead sent more generals Lihenhai is strictly guarded every day.
When Emperor Bai Ze arrived at the Sea of Lihen, what he saw were guarding warriors densely packed around the formation. The general in charge of the Wuchen Department was full of nervousness, and asked cautiously: "Emperor Bai Ze, just look at the current situation of Lihenhai?"
What's the situation? It's clearly because the darkness of candle shadow covering Lihenhai has lost more than half of it! Such a simple matter, but he, an old man who is busy with his busy schedule, is specially invited to come down to watch it? Now these juniors are real!
Emperor Bai Ze frowned, and suddenly felt that things were not that simple. The darkness of candle shadows was useless, not to mention that it was entangled with turbid air and divine power of regeneration. The fog is not simply the darkness of the candle, if it can be dealt with, the previous generations of emperors would have dealt with it, why did it drag on until today?
Why did so many disappear suddenly? Fangfeng and those monsters ran out from the sea of hatred, is it related to this?
"Continue to send generals to guard." Emperor Bai Ze didn't comment, thought for a while, and said: "If there is any change, please notify me immediately."
The general in charge turned pale with fright at his ambiguous words: "What does the emperor mean... this so-called mutation, could it be..."
Emperor Bai Ze sighed: "What's there to be afraid of? Could it be that Lord Chi You jumped out of it and devoured you!"
He turned around and flew away lightly, leaving the pale-faced commander-in-chief on the spot—majesty Chi You would pop out of it? ! The poor general froze.
Emperor Bai Ze hurried back to the upper realm, just happened to bump into Emperor Qingyuan at the Nantian Gate, he immediately greeted: "Little Qingyuan, you are in charge of the placement of the generals in the war department, is there any news about the missing Emperor Zhongshan and Lord Xiaolong?"
Emperor Qingyuan hurriedly saluted: "The emperor mentioned this matter, and I was just about to tell you that it just so happened that the news came from Zhongshan's side, saying that both Emperor Zhongshan and Lord Xiaolong were injured because of killing the demons. I just returned to Zhongshan, and after I recovered from my injuries, I returned to my headquarters and continued to kill the demons."
oh? gone back?
Emperor Bai Ze was a little surprised, UU reading www.uukanshu. What kind of demons can injure two Zhuyin clans? Once Zhuyin was injured, how could he heal without hundreds of thousands of years? By the time they recover from their injuries, probably all the demons from the lower realms will be killed. Moreover, the vague words are so strange, there is no mention of the disappearance, nor how it hurt, why does Zhuyin's actions always have a trace of strange and evil?
When he was meditating, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a wooden box covered with cinnabar mantras behind Emperor Qingyuan. His eyes lit up immediately, and he forgot everything else. What treasure is it? Another piece of Chiyou’s nails?"
Emperor Qingyuan felt helpless for his virtue, and hurriedly stopped him from trying to tear up the cinnabar mantra: "You take your time, these are the treasures that fell from Lihenhai and fell from Zhuxuanyuyang mansion that day. Over the years, the warriors have taken it back at random times... can't be opened! If the things inside are opened, something big will happen!"
With great difficulty, he snatched the wooden box into his arms, and drifted away without looking back: "I'll return the things to Zhu Xuanyu's Yang Mansion, so you can go there." Opinion, if you find that its content violates national laws and conflicts, please delete it. Our position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform. 【】,thank you all!