Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

After a short while, he looked around anxiously, not in the sea of ​​consciousness, those eyes... are real...

Feng Yangye leaned on Shui Wufeng's shoulder and looked at the unfamiliar forest. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the lake where the aura gathered nearby. He turned his head and looked over. The distressed figure by the lake caught his attention, "That's... Fuxi ?”

"If Yangye doesn't want to kill, I will help Yangye. I will make him pay back everything he owes you." Shui Wufeng didn't rush to find out how to get out of this place. Come and add to the chaos.

Feng Yangye looked at the comatose Emperor who had his eyes gouged out by the lake, looked at his bloody but still noble face, hatred appeared in his eyes, his dantian suddenly hurt, he Ignoring the slight pain, he held Shui Wufeng's hand tightly: "Twelve...can you let me kill him with my own hands?"

"Okay," Shui Wufeng jumped from the tree and landed on the ground with the people, and walked towards the lake step by step. Feng Yangye looked at the figure that was getting closer and closer, his eyes were fixed on that face and he couldn't move away.

Not only the 200 years of torture, almost all the sufferings in his life were related to this person, his uncle, his father, and his disciples... Everyone's hatred will be attributed to Fuxi in the end. Renhuang is not like an enemy, but more like a nightmare, pressing on Feng Yangye's heart, making most of his memories of the world are fear...

He wanted to kill this person with his own hands, to shatter this nightmare...with his own hands.

Fuxi now has his eyes gouged out and his eardrums peeled off just like Feng Yangye before. Here, his spiritual consciousness is limited, and his majesty has also fallen to the point of being deaf and blind...

The danger was approaching, and Fuxi felt the danger instinctively, but unfortunately his hands and feet had been pinned, and he couldn't move at all.

Feng Yangye summoned Ning Yuan Han Po, pressed down on the dantian that seemed to be getting more and more painful, and looked down at Fuxi.

The killing intent on the Taoist companion was almost solidified, Shui Wufeng didn't interfere but added his own spiritual power to his sword, revenge should be avenged... what his heart suffered, Fuxi deserved Repay them one by one.

Feng Yangye's mind is full of terrible memories. His heart condensed into a ball and he couldn't breathe. When the first sword fell, the sword body with a faint red light pierced into Fuxi's arm, cracking the joint... Fuxi bit He gritted his teeth and didn't want to make a sound, but Shui Wufeng didn't let him go, his spiritual power swirled around the wound, and the indescribable pain crushed Human Sovereign's mind.

The screams lingered in his ears, Feng Yangye struggled to pull out his long sword, he had almost fallen into a mortal before, and now he gradually exuded a faint aura, walking beside the emperor, he fell again at the same position on the other side a sword.

The long sword pierced into the bone without any hesitation, and the sect master's expression was cold and terrifying. There seemed to be a voice in his mind... wanting him to crush the arrogance and dignity of the emperor bit by bit, so... not enough... more Make him more painful...less dignified...

Fuxi, who had been enshrined on the altar for countless years, still maintained his composure when he was insulted by this, and guessed that the person holding the sword at this time, endured the severe pain and negotiated sharply: "Feng Yangye! Even if you kill me, your uncle can't survive! "

Feng Yangye didn't hear what he said, so he seemed to switch to his leg and stabbed with a sword, Fuxi screamed, the red light fluctuated strangely, Shui Wufeng faintly felt that his spiritual power was about to be repelled by the inexplicable power Not a lot.

Ningyuan Hanpo's weapon spirit also felt this power, trembling in the sword, he is Feng Yangye's natal spirit weapon, he can feel the killing intent in the power, as if he is about to be torn apart at any time Everything around is like, and it is getting stronger and stronger, and I can't explore the depth.

"Feng Yangye! Feng Pingfan's remnant soul resides in my body. If you kill me, he will die with me! If you torture me, he will suffer together!" One leg stopped sharply.

As if the sect leader believed his words, he stopped the sword, and stabbed down fiercely in less than a breath... The scream was raised again, it was no longer Shui Wufeng's spiritual power that was deepening the pain, but the shallow The faint red awn penetrated into the bone marrow to cause trouble.

The long sword twisted and pulled out, Feng Yangye looked at Fuxi's distorted face and suddenly showed a smile, but...just this...isn't enough...

The rest of his thoughts were fuzzy, and he wanted to torture this person like crazy to shatter that calmness...

Feng Yangye turned a deaf ear to Fuxi's words and raised his sword. The emperor received several more sword strikes, and felt panicked. He couldn't force the remnant soul in his body to testify, so Feng Yangye didn't believe him... and Shui Wufeng was even more so Won't……

The real fear slowly bit his heart, and the sharp pain shot up from his thigh. He couldn't help screaming, there was no hope of escape, and there was nothing he could do if he wanted to kill himself... Fear breeds despair...

After dozens of sword stabs, Fuxi's wounds and sword wounds were too horrible to look at. He had given up talking to Feng Yangye, and suppressed the screams in his throat with the severe pain... Zong Shui Wufeng He tried every means to deepen the pain, but he refused to make a sound.

Feng Yangye, who was vented into madness, his eyes fell on the nearby Linghu Lake... The sparkling water stung his eyes, and his mind was squeezed into that water prison, and the medicine cauldron that was filled with water when he was young ...and just now...in the water...he thought that Shui Wufeng was going to die and kept trembling while hugging his Taoist companion...surrounded by water...

The head of the sect dragged the blood-dripping sword in a trance, took a step back while pressing his dantian, and stepped on the bloody human emperor. He lowered his head and glanced at the noble face no matter what, his eyes exploded. no resistance...

The sudden pain in the dantian made people go crazy, Feng Yangye's consciousness blurred, and his eyes darkened...

Opening his eyes in the next breath...he found himself submerged in water...

"Uh..." Fuxi's scarred body sank into the water, one hand grabbed his sleeve, Feng Yangye struggled like crazy, water poured into his lungs, his heart was beating fiercely, mysteriously The power radiated from his body, and fear forced some kind of insight into his mind...

The surrounding water vibrated as if boiling, and turned into countless tiny sharp knives that pierced into Fuxi's body.

Someone hugged him from behind, Feng Yangye turned around and pushed him away forcefully, the water around him attacked like a lord, and new blood flowers appeared in the already blood-stained lake water.

While struggling, Feng Yangye saw a familiar face frowning, and then he saw the man's blood was drawn by the spell he radiated, he paused in panic, anxiously wanting to lean over.But the force that escaped his control also followed him and approached. The familiar figure didn't have any dodge in order to get close, and there was another bloody hole on his arm.

Twelve... The panic at a loss suddenly increased a lot, pressing on his heart like a mountain, making him suffocate more and more...

Suffocated very badly, the pain in Dantian became clear, Feng Yangye coughed a few times... The blood mist stained his face, Shui Wufeng leaned over and led him away from Linghu Lake.

By the lakeside, half of Feng Yangye's body was still in the water and he grabbed Shui Wufeng. The monster stopped and saw the Taoist spit up blood again. .

In anxiety, he planned to forcibly probe into the Taoist companion's body against the pressure of the surroundings for inspection. Feng Yangye's face was held up by him, and a pair of red eyes jumped into his sight, and there were countless treasures accumulated in it. The cold murderous intent was also seen by the monsters...

Shui Wufeng paused in doubt, Feng Yangye showed obvious panic, staring at him cautiously, the red glow faded, the murderous intent in his eyes dissipated, he pulled his sleeve tightly to apologize: "Twelve... I'm sorry... …I did not do it on purpose……"

"It's fine," Shui Wufeng hugged him tightly, "It's just that Yang Ye is fine."

Feng Yangye shook his shoulders and muttered, the words were vague: "Don't want me..."

Shui Wufeng couldn't hear what he said clearly, touched his back and thought about it, he was startled, the red light in his Taoist dantian pulled out the magic weapon nailed on Fuxi's body in an instant Pushed people into the lake, but his Taoist partner seemed to be unable to control the force and pulled himself down...

The incident happened suddenly, but there will be no next time... He will not let go of this person again, how could he be so stupid... If he wants to kill someone, he will also hurt himself.