Projection of heavens

.A big war goes as quickly as it comes.

The demon army led by Shi Buyi was reduced to a group of big demons following Fu Shang like quails in an instant. It can be said that they suffered heavy casualties.

Shi Buyi lowered his head, his pale face without a trace of blood, and his eyes were gray.

This time, he was defeated so miserably that his realm fell, the demon god Mingwang was destroyed, and most of his subordinates lost most of their power. Even if he escaped by chance, other giants of the demon clan would not let him go.

"A being who is comparable to a god, living in seclusion in such a small tribe... It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous..."

Shi Buyi felt extremely painful.

In his whole life, he had never been defeated so miserably, and there was almost no possibility of turning over.

For him, who aspires to become the new Demon King and lead the Demon Clan to the top, this is more uncomfortable than death.

Along the way, Shi Buyi was confused. His state of mind had fallen along with his state of mind long before being ambushed and beheaded eight heads.

After an unknown amount of time, he came back to his senses, only to find that all the big monsters following him had disappeared.

In front of him, Fu Shang's palm was filled with gold and green, igniting flames, as if he was refining a treasure.

Faintly, countless rune totem patterns can be seen flashing.

"What does he want to do?"

Shi Buyi managed to calm down his turbulent mood, looked at Fu Shang, and felt a faint sense of uncertainty.

Fu Shang, who was sitting cross-legged in front, seemed to sense Shi Buyi's doubts. He glanced at him lightly and said:

"A good saddle for you."

saddle?

Shi Buyi was slightly startled: "What kind of saddle?"

After being stunned for a moment, he came back to his senses, his pale face suddenly turned red, and his dim eyes seemed to be burning:

"Shi Ke can't be killed! You want me to be your mount, that's absolutely impossible!"

who is he?

A powerful man close to the gods, the first giant of the demon clan, and the lord of the holy city, it is not easy to learn from him!

Even a god or a demon would not want him to be a mount!

Even if it means death!

Absolutely impossible! !

"So what if I humiliate you?"

Fu Shang's eyes were deep, and there seemed to be a flash of coldness.

The demon clan has kept the human race in captivity for thousands of years. The human race has been devoured and slaughtered like mountains and seas, and countless people have been used as objects for mating.

Shi Buyi is the number one giant of the Monster Clan, and the captive human slaves are the crown of the Monster Clan!

Wouldn't killing him like this give him an advantage?

"Even if I die, you will never get what you want!"

Shi Buyi's eyes were scarlet as if they were about to bleed, and a column of blood flowed from the vertical eye between his eyebrows that had been stabbed by an ambush.

Roar~~~

He raised the sky and let out an unwilling and angry roar, causing a storm in the sky.

His body became larger and larger, and his thick hair grew again. Without the demon god Mingwang body, he still had nine heads, no, the true body of a lion!

Even if you die, you cannot be a mount for others!

"A futile struggle."

Fu Shang was not moved at all by his master's reaction.

The heyday of fashion is not his enemy. He is half-disabled. What kind of trouble does he want to make?

Phew~

With a look of indifference, the last rune disappeared into the flames.

Boom! !

The sky was instantly filled with thunderclouds, and countless thunderbolts exploded.

It seems like the wrath of heaven!

In the golden and green flames, the pool of inexplicable liquid evolved instantly and turned into countless runic chains, covering the rising Shi Buyi.

Roar~~~

The roaring sound of despair and resentment gradually disappeared as the divine light receded.

I saw a huge lion lying on the ground, which was even ten feet tall. Between its neck, there were eight sarcomas hidden in the hair.

When he got up, a set of god-level saddles with the same color as his hair was put on his body.

Roar~

With a low roar, the big lion crawled in front of Fu Shang:

"Owner!"

Bang bang~~

Fushang patted the big lion's head, which was as tall as half a man, and said softly:

"From now on, you can call yourself me..."

Phew~

As the air flow moved slightly, Fu Shang turned over onto the lion, and with a slight push, he stepped onto the sky:

"However, we need to add a... ride at the back."

............

Not long after Shi Buyi was reduced to a wounded mount, the Throne Passing Hall in Jianmen was completely finished.

Feng Wuji, one of the geniuses of the Sword Sect, took over as the new sect leader under the spotlight.

"Why did the sect master suddenly become unconscious?"

Many hall masters and elders of Jianmen couldn't help but frown.

According to convention, the position of sect leader is passed on to the strongest candidate after a battle.

This is a bit of a broken rule.

The strange thing is that except for Feng Shouzhu who was reprimanded for raising his opinion, the other elders pretended to be deaf and dumb. Even Fang Jiange and Jun Sixie, who had vital interests, seemed to have no objection.

"A little weird..."

Among the crowd, Zhong Yue frowned slightly and looked at Feng Wuji, who looked above him with a solemn expression.

"Alas, the Wind Clan, once a direct lineage of Fuxi, has also fallen to this point."

In Zhong Yue's sea of ​​consciousness, Xin Huo glanced at the two old men on the stage and Feng Wuji, and couldn't help but sigh.

At this point, he finally gave up the idea of ​​looking for pure-blood Fuxi.

Even Fuxi's largest clan, the Feng family, has fallen to such a low point. There may really be no pure-blooded Fuxi in this world.

"Old Master..."

Zhong Yue's eyes were slightly sad.

The aura of death on the old man's body became stronger and stronger, which was a sign that the end was approaching.

This old man who has spent his whole life fighting for Jianmen is really going to die.

"It's just life and death."

However, Xinhuo was used to life and death and didn't take it seriously.

"Life and death, life and death..."

Zhong Yue murmured to himself.

After the ceremony dispersed, Feng Shang and Feng Wuji went up to the Golden Summit of Jianmen together.

After imparting the Great Freedom Sword Qi and other things that only the sect master could master one by one, Feng Wuji bowed and was about to retreat.

"Wuji...don't you have anything to say?"

The old Feng Shang called out to Feng Wuji, with a hint of complexity and a hint of hope in her heart.

"Jianmen will definitely flourish under the leadership of its disciples."

Feng Wuji turned around with a solemn expression and bowed, "Don't worry."

Feng Shang closed her eyes, no longer having any illusions, and said calmly:

"Let's carry forward the Xiaomang Divine Clan, the divine envoy of the Xiaomang Divine Clan!"

No one knew how disappointed Feng Shang was.

The only reason why he didn't take action against Feng Wuji and passed on the position of sect master was that it was to paralyze the Xiaomang Divine Clan, and on the other hand, he also had some hope for them.

I hope he can wake up and lead the human race and the Sword Sect to the top.

But it turned out that none of his actions could make Feng Wuji feel any waves in his heart.

For a moment, the old man felt a little discouraged.

"kindness?!"

Feng Wuji was shocked in his heart, and the expression on his face showed no signs of leakage: "You must be confused, old man. How can I be the divine envoy of the Xiaomang Divine Clan?"

He was slightly startled, but he didn't think he had leaked anything, so he remained calm on the surface.

Huhu~~~

The air flow swayed slightly, and Feng Shang was too lazy to say anything. The divine sword was instantly unsheathed, shining in all directions. The endless sword light evolved into a chain and shrouded Feng Wuji.

"Old man!"

Feng Wuji's heart was filled with excitement. He suddenly backed away and shouted: "Old man, you are crazy!"

Boom!

Feng Wuji suddenly retreated, but two figures suddenly jumped out from behind him, one on the left and one on the right, and blasted out two sword-light divine dragons at the same time.

boom!

Feng Wuji was caught off guard and was successfully attacked by the two men. He staggered and was suppressed by Feng Shang's free sword energy in the golden dome of the sword gate.

"Feng Shouzhu, Shui Zian!"

Feng Wuji coughed up blood and looked at the two people who attacked him.

His strength is not as good as any one of the three, so if the three of them jointly attack him, he will naturally be able to escape.

"How did you find me?"

Taking a deep breath, Feng Wuji spoke calmly, but there seemed to be no trace of panic.

Instead, I was more curious about how he was exposed.

"The Xiaomang Divine Clan has a secret method to create clones. You cannot kill them or let them escape."

Feng Shang ignored Feng Wuji's words. With a shake of his hand, he completely suppressed Feng Wuji and threw him to Shui Zian.

Let him be sent to the Suppressing Hall of the Jianmen Suppressing Demon Lord.

"yes."

Shui Zian bowed slightly and stepped back.

"Brother, why did you suddenly change your plan?"

After Shui Zian retreated, Feng Shouzhu frowned slightly and asked.

The original plan of the three was for Feng Shouzhu to pretend to be Feng Chang and go to the Demon Soul Forbidden Zone to die, while Feng Chang faked his death to lure out all the enemies.

Now, he suddenly attacked Feng Wuji, which made him a little confused.

"Because it's no longer needed now."

Before Feng Shang could answer, a calm voice sounded.

Feng Shouzhu was shocked when he saw a man riding a lion on the Jade Sword Cliff of Jianmen, roaring to the top of the Golden Summit.

But it was Fushang.

"This is...the Lord of the Demon Clan's Holy City, Master is not easy!!"

Feng Shouzhu couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, a hint of horror flashed in his eyes.

This lion's scent was all too familiar to him.

Now the most powerful man of the demon clan, the giant among the giants of the gods, was completely surrendered by this elder Fushang and became a mount!

"How could he? How could he surrender?"

Feng Shouzhu could not conceal his shock.

Even when Feng Shang was at his peak, there was no absolute certainty that it would be difficult to kill the master, let alone subdue him.

The master is not easy to be arrogant and arrogant, even if it is a god, it is difficult to make him surrender.

The shock brought to him by Fu Shang's move was unimaginable.

"Feng Shouzhu!"

Shi Buyi, who was holding the wounded man, let out a low roar, with a hint of frustration.

The Fushang refining tool suppressed his soul, restricted his physical body, and even blocked his thoughts.

"kindness?"

Fu Shang snorted softly.

Shi Buyi immediately lowered his head in frustration.

"He led a group of monsters, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net came to my door to provoke, and I cut off eight heads."

Fu Shang made an understatement and ignored what happened before.

"In the past few days, the old sect master and I have found all the spies and traitors in the Jian Sect."

Fu Shang looked at Feng Shouzhu and said:

"Next, we just have to wait for the Xiaomang Divine Clan to come to our door."

"Xiaomang Divine Clan......"

Feng Shang shook his head slightly and said: "Xiaochu Cangshan, the high priest of the Xiaomang Divine Clan, is my old enemy. He will not come out until I die."

"If he doesn't come to Jianmen, we will go to Xiaomang Temple."

Fu Shang raised his eyes slightly and said calmly.

. Miaoshuwu