9000 years

The long night was silent, and the entire Dragon Palace was pitch black, and the palace and the night seemed to be one, making it difficult to distinguish.

Passing through the palace gate all the way to the north, the flowers and plants withered, the gravel and the wind and sand rolled up the dust, spun and bounced away, and there was a person sitting in front of the dark and steep backyard gate, with silver hair filtering out the darkness through the night Under the flying silver hair, shining purple light like jewels, were Fuyu's eyes.

The turbulent and violent power in his body was constantly washing over him. The night was slightly cool and windy, but the man was sweating all over his body, soaked from the inside to the outside. He tried his best to suppress it, but because he had absorbed too much magic energy, The blood vessels were continuously fused and washed, and his whole body was scorching hot. Fu Yu felt that something was leaking from his body, but he couldn't grasp it.

He was very irritable, wanted to smash things, wanted to vent, wanted to let out the fire in his body, he even wanted to taste the taste of raw blood.

Fuyu clearly felt that his body was becoming uncontrollable step by step, he was very scared, and he didn't want Xuanli to see himself like this, so he ran away.

He was the one who said not to let Xuan Li let go of his hand, and he was the one who ran away first.

He didn't know when he held the Wuling sword in his hand, and Fuyu was sometimes clear and sometimes chaotic. He pressed the sword on his wrist, but the fairy sword had a spirit, and the blade became extremely dull when it touched Fuyu's skin, but it was too hot It was so hot that it was about to explode, and he could even clearly see the blood flowing under the skin, it was bright red and full, and it would be a miracle if it was released.

With a parched mouth, Fu Yu raised his hand to make the sword in his hand smaller, only the white and tender skin on his wrist was in his eyes, and he had no time to think about anything.

When the short sword cuts through the blood vessels, there is no pain, but a rare sense of pleasure. The blood flow winds along the wrist, slides over the palm of the hand and drips to the ground along the fingertips. As if gushing out along that exit, his heart gradually calmed down, Fu Yu squinted his eyes and lay on his back on the rattan chair, his breathing was rapid and his chest rose and fell, the smell of blood lingered at the tip of his nose, he finally suppressed it after raising his hands several times.

In a trance, he seemed to see the sky brighten up, maybe because of blood loss, he fell asleep not long after.

It’s been a few days since he woke up again, his face was covered with wind and sand, the wound on his wrist has healed by himself, the blood in the palm of his hand and the blood on the ground have dried up, and the leaves are stained on it, giving him a strange sense of vicissitudes .

Fu Yu got up from the chair, covered the sun in front of her eyes, went to the door to wash her face, the attendant who had been enlightened before had already disappeared in the long-unpopular hall, it was originally enlightened by some flowers and plants, once it was gone Immortal energy ingested would soon lead to death, Fuyu stood in the yard for a while, pushed open the door of the dormitory and walked in, just as she turned around, she was startled by Wuyao who was standing in front of the hall in a daze .

The girl lowered her head, holding a handkerchief in her hand, her face was a little shriveled, looking at the disheveled face, it was only then that Fu Yu remembered that the person in front of her was enlightened by herself with fairy lotus root, so she couldn't die.

Fuyu raised her hand to cast a spell, the green clothes of the girl in front of her gradually glowed, her face also became rosy, and she opened her eyes after a while, the moment Wuyao saw Fuyu, Wuyao's eyes lit up visibly .

"Your Highness, you are back."

Fuyu didn't expect that after such a long time, there are still people here, even if it's a lotus root, it's better than being alone, he nodded his head and said yes, the little girl has quick hands and feet, and Fuyu didn't say anything, so he was neat After tidying up the bedroom, and going in and out a few times, the Dragon Palace finally had some vitality.

Fuyu sat at the low table in the inner hall and was lost in thought. He thought over and over again, would he really want to leave Xuanli so easily?

And at these moments when he was sad for spring and autumn, Tianting was extremely panicked because of Tianjun's disappearance again. I don't know who spread the news first. Not long after that morning, the wind and rain came, miscellaneous The voice reached Xuanli's ears from a long way away, he didn't want to hide it, because he knew it was impossible to hide it, but he didn't expect it to come so soon, he didn't even clean Lingyi's eyes in the heaven, The people shot again.

For a while, Tianjun's life and death were brought to the table again.

Xuanli was actually a little absent-minded, Kun Yuan went to the Dragon Palace, until

He hasn't come back yet, he sent two messages, the first time he replied, but the second time he didn't hear from him, he was a little worried.

It's a pity that things were rushed, and Xuanli was not given a chance to think about it for a while.

The monster army passed through the west land, all the way north, and when they stepped into the heaven and earth, Xuanli had just heard the news.

He has some admiration for Tianjun. If he doesn't say anything else these years, hasn't he even cultivated a suitable messenger?It was only later that he found out that the person was killed by Fu Yu, and Xuan Li didn't know whether to cry or laugh, such a mess was actually left by Fu Yu.

When the soldiers approached the city, there was no other way but to fight. Xuanli quickly dispatched troops and dispatched all the gods belonging to the Martial God Temple. The meaning of this battle is extraordinary. You can only win, not lose. The king of heaven will give him a hand when he dies , he really didn't expect it.

If this battle is lost, Heavenly Court will definitely lose most of its land. At that time, this will not be Tianjun's business, and it will all be counted on Xuanli's head. However, sending troops in such a hurry, has Tianjun already calculated in advance Ready for your own death?

It is a mystery whether Tianjun is dead or not. Xuanli remembers that although Tianjun was rescued from the magic palace, although he was soaked in the blood of the devil, he was still sane, and everything was as usual in the sky for so many days. Why did he go to Moon Lake by himself? After the situation came out, it became like this. What happened in the middle?When he drew the thunder, the man was still afraid of himself, and wanted to save himself afterwards. Thinking of this, Xuanli suddenly stopped. He recalled it carefully, and a vague thought rose in his heart, maybe At that time, Tianjun really wanted to save himself, and at the same time he was saving himself. He hoped that he could save him!

He is waiting for himself to save him!

After learning the truth about Chijintai, Xuanli had only a handful of contacts with Tianjun, and most of them were just perfunctory, and the friendship was self-destructed, so he never thought that one day Tianjun would beg himself. What do you notice?But what is it?

And where did the Moon Lake Realm go?Who played this game of chess, and what did they want to do?

If this is the case, then this battle may have more meaning than that.

The border kept sending back news, without exception, all of them were monster races who were entrenched and only occasionally challenged. It seemed that there was no intention of a large-scale attack for the time being. Who was talking with, the voice was not too loud, but it hit Xuanli's ears, which coincided with his thoughts.

Qiong Ji is waiting.

As for what they were waiting for, Xuanli guessed that it might have something to do with the demons.

Just after midnight, a heavenly book suddenly flew from outside the Lingxiao Temple, and the priest stationed outside the hall quickly handed over the book, Xuanli was startled, his face quickly turned cold, he got up from behind the desk, and laid out a picture out of thin air in front of him. The scroll, the ink fell on the silk cloth with the fingertips, and then quickly disappeared into the temple.

He hurried down and said: "Notify the Martial God to lead troops to the South China Sea immediately, and the Department of Good and Evil will send priests down to stop the riots in the demon world. Inform the other priests of the Martial God Hall not to fight in a hurry."

After Xuanli finished speaking, he went out, and Si Ming followed behind him. After leaving the hall, he hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"

"North."

The sky over the northern border was covered with clouds and fog, and the amount of clouds was much more than usual. Xuanli and Si Ming flew all the way, but they had not gone out after walking for more than an hour. Xuanli tried to use spells to break through the clouds and fog, but the fog As if a spiritual root had been born, the spell went back and forth several times to no avail, and occasionally dodged cleverly, Si Ming followed behind, sweating profusely, Xuan Li looked at it for a long time, and suddenly sighed , He was too anxious, so he didn't realize until now that what was in front of him was not something powerful, but the imperial order he had personally given to Fu Yu, and he actually used this thing to block himself.

Can't go in, but can go out, Xuanli and Si Ming stood in the clouds, looking at the barren land of the northern border, full of turmoil, and felt regretful, if Tianjun hadn't acted so hastily back then, how could there be so many things now?

Si Ming: "What was written in the Heavenly Book just now?"

Xuanli turned around and went forward, Si Ming was startled, and hurriedly asked: "Are you leaving now?"

The man seemed to sigh, and said in a low tone, "A large number of demon soldiers appeared in the South China Sea

, I suspect that Qiongji has formed an alliance with Lingyi. "

Si Ming was startled, if it is true as Xuanli said, if one goes south and one goes north, the heavens will be in jeopardy. Once a war starts, the northern border will definitely become a battlefield, so why did Xuanli come in such a hurry?But did it just go away?

"Are you thinking, it's so strange that I ran over in such a hurry and left without seeing anything?"

Si Ming nodded as he followed others, and Xuanli in his impression was not someone who retreated so easily.

Xuan Li smiled and said, "He can even stop me, there is nothing he can't solve by himself."

Inexplicably, Si Ming heard a burst of sadness, he looked at the unfamiliar path before him, and asked worriedly: "Are you planning?"

"Now that I've grown up, I can't keep him locked by my side all the time. He should have his own thoughts and choices. Back then you asked me what identity I wanted to use to raise him. In fact, now that I think about it, whatever identity is good, it's easy. current status."

Master, elder brother, even if it is father, if this is really the case, won't you regret it?

While talking, the two had already arrived in the South China Sea. A large group of demon soldiers dominated the South China Sea, surrounded by black mist, as if they were on fire.

"Do you know what I want to do most now?" Xuanli said suddenly, Bai Fayang was blowing in the wind, Si Ming next to him looked at him, always feeling that this person was going to say something earth-shattering.

Xuanli turned sideways, the arch of eyebrows suddenly raised, and then, a group of flaming purple flames rose into the sky, and in an instant, a layer of golden shield rose under the clouds, but Ziyouli burned everything in an instant. In an instant, he penetrated the golden shield and leaped into the mist, a big hole was vacated in the center of the lingering black mist, and the surrounding peach trees were also burned, but there were so many demon soldiers, no matter how powerful Xuanli's Ziyou Lihuo was, it was just a drop in the bucket. Si Ming looked at the person beside him, there was light in that person's eyes, there was regret, and most of them were pleasure and hatred.

And under the wide sleeves that no one could see, Xuanli's hands were trembling uncontrollably, a trace of blood dripped into the clothes along the texture, but unfortunately, on the black clothes, the clouds were calm and the wind was light, as if nothing had happened.