Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

The long sword rises and falls... The last apprentice lost his breath and cuddled tightly with the blood-stained snow wolf.

Feng Yangye's consciousness fell silent.Fuxi withdrew the control, watched him standing there quietly, even three amber golden elixirs merged into the formation, almost crushing his dantian, did not arouse his expression at all... as if he was dead.

"Isn't that enough?" Fuxi held up that face and touched Feng Yangye's head: "There is one more person... let's kill him too."

Feng Yangye didn't move, a soul body similar to him appeared within the reach of his consciousness, his expression changed slightly, bloodshot appeared on the reshaped golden core.

"Yangye..." Soul body looked at him and frowned slightly, "Don't be afraid... Second uncle is here... Second uncle is protecting you..."

"Second uncle..." Feng Yangye stretched out his hand tremblingly, and the moment he touched the soul body, a golden light floated up, showing Feng Banyuan a painful expression, and the soul body was torn apart and merged into the back of him In the formation...

Within a few breaths... that person disappeared... died at his hands...

Feng Yangye froze there, raised his fingertips in disbelief, his consciousness stopped functioning, and he froze from head to toe, "I don't want...this is fake...you told me not to kill my second uncle ..."

The Emperor looked at him with a chuckle: "It's all true, I said I won't kill...but you killed it yourself, I didn't touch any of them..."

After a long silence, a terrible breath gushed out from the forest. All the trees were swallowed by the red light and turned into powder. The changes caused the sky, and the dark clouds gathered from all directions. Someone was murmuring, as if someone from outside The voice of heaven spreads the eternal meaning of the way of heaven.

All the spiritual energy of tens of thousands of miles has been sucked out, and the coast of the East China Sea is like hell, with no grass growing, and the sea is barren.

Fuxi watched the cultivation of the person in front of him grow wildly, and within a quarter of an hour he broke the bottleneck... A smile appeared on the corner of Renhuang's mouth, and Feng Yangye's cultivation quickly increased to the late stage of Zhizhen Guiyuan, and then he paused After coming down, there was no big change for a quarter of an hour.

To reach the late stage of Guiyuan?that's all?

There was a little disappointment in Fuxi's eyes, but it was not bad. Few people in this world could break through this supreme realm and log into Haotian Void. Feng Yangye's fate cultivation base can be considered very good to reach this realm .

When the Human Emperor was considering when to let this son bear more punishment from heaven, a slight change suddenly occurred. Feng Yangye's golden core that had stopped absorbing the magic energy made a sound of shattering. He stood where he was, looking at himself with divine sense The amber golden elixir filled with red blood in his belly shattered into powder without warning...

"What's going on?" Fuxi frowned and looked at him, noticing that Feng Yangye's cultivation base was falling all the way, from Zhizhen Guiyuan to Chaos Yuanjing, and it was still falling at this time, falling below Jinxian A monk without a golden core...he is a mortal...a waste...how can a waste without a golden core be used to rob?

Renhuang, who always looked calm and calm, frowned, and held Feng Yangye's thin shoulder: "What did you do?"

Feng Yangye's spiritual consciousness is also exhausted along with his spiritual power. He can't see any light in his current world, and he can't hear a word... He numbly feels pain in his shoulder, and the pain seems to be a relief , Alleviating the cold feeling brought to him by the panicked and dazed expressions of the disciples before their tragic death, the master faced the ground and silently endured everything.

Fuxi was caught off guard by this sudden change. The "stand-in" he had worked hard to cultivate for 200 years turned out to be a waste that broke all his plans? !

Nameless anger burned from the sea of ​​consciousness, and he grabbed Xianxiu's slender neck with his big hands, pinching bloodstains: "What did you do?"

Feng Yangye didn't even blink his eyes, and kept lowering his pupils, as if he wanted to die and had no life...

Fuxi was so angry that he resisted the urge to cramp up this man, chew his flesh and blood, let go of Feng Yangye and waved a rag doll out, and forced Feng Yangye's consciousness to come out and look at it. To myself, "Isn't that enough? Well...you look at me...I won't leave you with anything you like..."

The appearance of the rag doll aroused Feng Yangye's emotions, he raised his hand to hug it, but Fuxi took it away, and tore it to pieces with spiritual power in front of him.

"Twelve..." Feng Yangye shook his body to pick up the pieces of puppet that drifted away, and staggered and fell to the ground.

The realm is still falling, Fuxi stimulated Feng Yangye with the last bit of patience: "Are you still waiting for Chijiri? He was nailed to the Western Pole Boundary Monument by Shizun with the Tianfeng Sword. It has been 200 years. He It should have been swallowed up by the runes on the boundary marker long ago, you can't see him anymore... He died because he wanted to protect you at the time, and he was killed by you..."

Feng Yangye shook his head in a daze, his consciousness was absorbed into his body, he didn't want to listen to Fuxi's words anymore, but the other party's voice sounded in his head, like a bug crawling into his brain.

"Chijiri is dead, you killed him... Do you know how miserable his death will be? You know how much it will be if he is tortured to death under the sword of sealing the sky..." Human Sovereign suddenly frowned Frowning, he fixedly looked behind Feng Yangye with shock in his eyes: "You..."

Fuxi's voice stopped, as if someone interrupted him, but Feng Yangye couldn't hear anything at this moment, he hugged his legs and curled up on the ground, completely unaware of what happened, hot blood splashed onto his body, He shivered numbly.

After a while, Feng Yangye was embraced by his scorching body from behind, and his two slender and muscular arms were tightly protecting him. He shook his head, but remained dull.

The hot and slightly moist touch spread from the neck to the cheek, it was a tongue, licking him vigorously, licking the blood splashed on his body.

Feng Yangye dodged for a while, the other party pinched his chin, rubbing his neck with his rough fingertips, his hot breath splashed on his face, like the smell of flames.

His lips were pressed by something, and a hot tongue was squeezed into his cold mouth, robbing him of everything, air and body fluid... nothing left.

The man let go of him before he suffocated, rubbed against his face, exhaled intermittently as if he was saying something, Feng Yangye couldn't hear a word, just waited blankly for the other party's movement, a big hand touched his clothes Li, very hard, as if trying to tear him apart.

The festering wound that brushed against his body was so painful that he couldn't breathe, a strange breath surged between the other's fingers, panic flashed across Feng Yangye's dull expression, and he trembled even more...

After the phantom body was broken up, Fuxi's real body in the fairy palace opened his eyes, and Chijiri's figure reverberated in his heart, which still made his heart palpitate...that ancient demon...survived from the Fengtian sword up.

It was an artifact that could break the sky, but he actually pulled it out?How did he do it?How can it be?

Moreover, the half-Buddhist, half-demonic aura on the devil... faintly resembles a spirit master...

It's a pity that Feng Yangye couldn't take it away...but now this kid might just be a useless piece of trash, so let's just throw it away...Anyway, there is a formation...controlling him is as easy as pie.

"Yangye, sweetheart...I want you..." Shui Wufeng, with a frightening appearance, wrapped the person in his arms, wanting to confirm the other person's intentions over and over again, but his Taoist companion didn't respond to him, and kept talking. Trembling, faintly resisting contact with him.

"Don't..." Feng Yangye murmured into his ears, Shui Wufeng stopped his movements, scanned the body several times with his spiritual consciousness, and found Fuxi's phantom body on it before being broken up to control the formation to condense After breaking the illusion, the terrifying face of the Taoist companion appeared in front of his eyes...

The little man, who couldn't see or hear anything, shrank back dully, with pain and fear in his expression, his hoarse and weak voice seemed to be choking: "Don't touch me...please...I have to wait Twelve... twelve..."

"I'm here, Yang Ye, it's me..." Shui Wufeng touched the empty eye sockets of the Taoist couple, his fingertips trembled slightly, the aura of Buddha and devil in his body was churning, and his rationality disappeared in his eyes... It took him a long time before he came back to his senses.