Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

Fuxi closed his eyes and stood in the ancestral hall of the Shenfu. In front of him was a large golden light formation, and the breath of the formation was closely connected with the formation behind Feng Yangye... He had tried a few times, and now it was too late to put robbery and punishment on it. Early...Feng Yangye's cultivation was stuck in the early stage of returning to the Yuan, and the pill formation didn't work very well, obviously his fate hadn't played a role yet...

Heaven's Punishment couldn't be slowed down, Fuxi was thinking solemnly, a trace of red light suddenly appeared in the formation, which was barely visible, but caused the power of Heaven's Punishment to collapse, Human Sovereign opened his eyes in amazement, entered the formation and stared at There was a faint red mark, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.Because the fate was disturbed by the formation, he has not seen through Fengyangye's original fate until now, but all those who bear the fate will definitely have visions when they are forced into a desperate situation... He finally saw it after suffering for so long, That ray of gossamer-like red light should be the beginning of the rise of fate.

"...It seems that it is better to let you suffer more," Fu Xi's warm and deep smile was full of thought, and Feng Yangye's unwillingness to let go of the puppet flashed across his heart, making him feel like a human being. They are all afraid of pain, but the physical pain did not make Feng Yangye grow up quickly. Perhaps it was because he got used to the pain when he engraved the big formation in the early years, and maybe he became numb... Since the body can bear it like this, then help You have experienced a lot of mentality...

Fuxi activated the big formation, and the golden discs swirled to condense out bursts of murderous aura... The formation changed, and Feng Yangye in the water prison under the main hall clenched his body tightly, trying to grab the puppet into his arms, but an enchantment was placed on it , he could only touch but not move.

With great force, he was dragged into the water, Feng Yangye choked on several sips of water, fluttered helplessly, just once, the invisible force dragged him out of the pool and pushed him against the shore, the mysterious force flowed in his soul , Feng Yangye panted heavily, waiting for the unknown torment with a blank expression, he was waiting...

Waiting for an opportunity that I don't know if it will appear, so that he can escape from here and find Twelve, who was pierced into chaos by a long sword that day, even if he can't save him, even if he faces the supreme divine power in this world. At that time, he was just like a piece of trash... I have to find him, pick him up again, form a soul contract with him again, and then die in one place... That's enough... Living like this is always too hard... I don't ask for much, just like this...

After waking up for a short time, Feng Yangye's consciousness became very drowsy again, and the surrounding pool water became colder and couldn't wake him up... A pool of muddy water in the water prison evaporated quickly and poured into his body, causing him a headache It was so powerful, it was as if someone had cracked the skull with an awl, and the brains were scattered and clustered outward...

The water dungeon under him has dried up at some point, and it feels like only a few hours have passed. Outside the water dungeon, the Shenfu in the fog has experienced dozens of rising and setting suns...

The noble figure of the emperor reappeared in the dark prison, reflecting the radiance of the room. Feng Yangye, who had almost lost all senses, could not feel him coming. Not too dark.

"It's a pity that your parents died early... But within the four states, you should have someone you know well? Humph..." Fuxi smiled, with a gentleness that was as modest as a valley.

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When Shui Wufeng invaded the West Pole back then, he didn't bring all the monster generals with him. In the Eastern Sea Conferred Gods, besides Liu Qianshan, there were two other demon generals who guarded the disciples of the Conferred God Sect for their sage. The contracts between several demon generals lost their response.

For more than a hundred years, several demon generals tried in turn to break into the chaos under the West Pole, but failed...

"Have you not found my little master and the Holy Lord Chijiri yet?" Wucheng asked softly while sitting opposite Liuqian Mountain. In Wucheng courtyard, he began to meditate with frowned eyebrows, his lonely and cold face was obviously full of worry.

Wucheng asked, but Liu Qianshan didn't seem to hear him, he kept looking down at the long sword in his hand, Wucheng was silent for a while, he clenched his fingers and asked softly: "Qianshan?"

Liu Qianshan came back to his senses, and his snow-white head naturally pressed on Wucheng's shoulder, "...Shangjun."

The young man lightly patted the shoulder of the snow demon who was much taller than himself. Liu Qianshan was used to this, and he didn't want to force his Taoist companion to change anything. He just wanted to treat the person in front of him as gently as possible: " What’s wrong with you?"

Xue Yao didn't speak, Wucheng understood something: "...you want to go to the West Pole again?" In the past 200 years, Liuqian Mountain has been there no less than five or six times, and every time he was trapped by the chaotic clouds, his body was covered with cuts and bruises When I came back, I never found any trace of Chijiri.

"Can you take me there this time?" Wucheng said that he was not worried that it was a fake, Akajiri's cultivation level has been lost in Xiji, so what about Feng Yangye?Hundreds of years ago, the roar of Shui Wufeng spread across the four states... He knew that something must have happened to Feng Yangye following the shock of his heart, and almost wanted to go straight to the West Pole with a few monster generals... After all, his little master is right He has the grace to save lives.

"No, you can't go," Liu Qianshan hugged him tightly, resisting him from going out of those dangerous places from the bottom of his heart.

"...I see," Wu Cheng nodded, frowning helplessly.

"Shengjun will be fine. When I find him, he will definitely bring your little master back. Don't worry."

"Well," Wu Cheng stretched his hand from Liu Qianshan's armpit and hugged him tightly, exhaled slowly: "You must be careful, don't let yourself get hurt."

Snow Wolf responded, turned his head and kissed his ear, the cool breath was not annoying, and touched the tenderness in each other's hearts, their lips touched together, their cold tongues stuck into their mouths, Wu Cheng Yun took a sip, and his waist was hugged even tighter, "Mmm..."

The barrier outside shook for a moment, and the sound of hurried footsteps came in. The young man outside slammed the door, and the voice was more urgent than the footsteps: "Senior brother? Qianshan? I saw those two demon generals came back. You have a master!" any news?"

Liu Qianshan refused to let go of him, Wucheng squeezed the arm of Taoist couple, the former reluctantly allowed him to let him go slowly, his ice-coloured eyes were full of longing...

Wu Cheng tidied up his clothes and opened the door, and saw Rong Ning standing outside. His younger brother was darker and thinner than a hundred years ago, and he had a heroic spirit that he didn't have before, but his temper was the same as before: "Master How is Zun? Is he about to be brought back by Twelve?"

"Don't worry... Twelve must be with the master, he will protect the master," Wu Cheng reluctantly used Liu Qianshan's comforting words to comfort his junior brother.

The little hope in Rong Ning's eyes was shattered in an instant, and the reckless breath also weakened, and he nodded in frustration: "Well... I know the master will come back, senior brother, I will go back to meditate if I have nothing to do, lest the master When Master came back, he scolded me for not cultivating well... If Master comes back, brother, remember to tell me."

"Okay, I'll be the first to tell you." After all, Wucheng has the memories of the Demon King Huaihai, and Liu Qianshan's company. Rong Ning actually has nothing but Feng Yangye, and he is the one who cares about them the most among these disciples Master, he has been with him since he was a child, and his master gave him the first full meal. Feng Yangye disappeared, and he didn’t even look for Qingyao’s younger junior sister. He won't go away, he won't say, but everyone knows that he is afraid that Feng Yangye will come back and he doesn't know.

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