Han Moyu jumped forward and stood in front of the Queen Mother. She got very close, looked at the frightened eyes of the Queen Mother, bent her mouth, and smiled: "What are you afraid of?"

Gu Qinglian screamed even more, "Come on, there are assassins!"

Han Moyu stretched out his hand, pinched her neck, and said with a smile: "There are assassins, where are the assassins?"

Gu Qinglian rolled her eyes, squeezed her hand hard, and was speechless.

Han Mo didn't talk nonsense, pinched Gu Qinglian's neck with one hand, and pinched her neck as soon as he used his strength. Then, he threw Gu Qinglian down. The Queen Mother turned pale with fright, hid behind the table, and said, "Heroine spare her life!"

At this time, the guards had already come, three layers inside and three layers outside, surrounded by airtight. Han Moyu glanced around, turned over and jumped onto the eaves, and climbed onto the roof. Countless arrows rained down on her, and she rolled over and jumped onto another rooftop, running towards the outside of the palace.

Han Moyu jumped over several rooftops, and ran for an unknown amount of time before he shook off the pursuers behind him. She jumped on the palace wall and climbed out, with neat hands and feet.

Where is she going? Where is the place to stay? Han Moyu didn't know. Perhaps, she should go to Yan Country and return to her devastated motherland?

Along the way, there were monsters everywhere, and everywhere they passed, they were razed to the ground, and lives were destroyed. Han Moyu's heart is very cold. She looked at the dead bodies, the mountains of dead bodies, as if she remembered something, and quickly forgot it.

On a night of exhaustion after a fight with monsters, a group of people found her collapsed in a dilapidated house. Those people, holding the portrait, exclaimed in surprise, "It's her!

It was a bunch of outlaws. They had already set their sights on her, and when she was at her weakest, they finally cast a wide net and captured her alive. Han Moyu struggled several times, but couldn't break free from that net.

The group of people hoisted her up and hung her high in the air, and then judged her. "Look at it, it's the appearance of being wrapped in gauze, it's such sharp fox ears, it's just such blood-red eyes! Also, look at her snow-white hair and snow-white fox tail! Who else has such a half-human, half-demon appearance except that fox celestial girl?"

"Hahaha, that's right, it's her!" everyone circled around her, "Now, we won't have to worry about eating and drinking for the rest of our lives!"

"Where is a lifetime, even if you spend a few lifetimes, you can't spend it all!"

The group laughed, and didn't forget it, sprinkled insect repellent powder on her body, and put a little ** incense.

……

Fu Changyu said goodbye to Han Mo Yu and went out to find the six spirits of the demon god. He has already obtained the five souls of the demon god. There are still two souls and six souls left. He led his army to the top of the Tianshan Mountains, and on the top of the Tianshan Mountains, the poisons that floated and brought them up the mountain were all destroyed by the poisonous gas. Fu Changyu was the only one left. Thankfully, he still had a part of the team at the bottom of the cliff.

Fu Changyu was alone and entered the bottom of the Heavenly Pool. At the bottom of the water, he used his knife to cut off the seal and took out the jade box containing the six spirits of the demon god.

The jade box cracked, and a puff of black smoke poured out. Formed in the shape of a person.

The man laughed and said, "Changyu, I've finally waited for you." Come, merge with me. ”

Fu Changyu held the sword in his hand, the sword was roaring, he had a cold face, and said, "Demon God, suffer death!"

The black shadow said, "Haha, you want to kill me? How can you kill me? I, it's you, you, it's me." Have you forgotten?"

"Back then, after the Great War of the Gods, your soul was sealed, but two main souls escaped and fell into the mortal world and were reincarnated, that's you!" the black shadow laughed.

Fu Changyu suddenly laughed, "What do you mean, you mean, I'm the demon god that everyone has to be punished?"

"Yes," said the dark shadow, "in your previous life, you incarnated as a demon god and fought against heaven and earth. Heavenly soldiers and human soldiers, mountains of dead corpses, rivers of blood, in the end, will destroy you. ”

"Your soul is too powerful to be completely destroyed. The Celestial Clan divided your soul into two parts, one part was sealed on the Soul Suppression Mirror in the Changfeng Pavilion of the Heavenly Court, and the other part was sealed at the bottom of Tianchi Lake. The shadow continued.

Fu Changyu grimaced with a cold face and clenched his fists tightly. "I'm not a demon god, the demon god is already dead, his soul is pressed at the bottom of this heavenly pond lake, I'm just a wisp of wandering soul, I don't belong to anyone! I won't let the demon god come back to life!"

"Really?" the shadow smiled, and a wind blew suddenly. The knife in Fu Changyu's hand slashed coldly at his own hand. Blood gushed out of his hands, dripping on the ground, on the surface of the lake.

The surface of the lake, which could no longer be calm, rolled up a violent wind.

The wind, whisking up the snowflakes, formed a giant dragon that reached into the sky.

In the high-speed rotating pillar of wind, a deafening voice was heard: "Hahaha...... Hahaha......"

Countless purple qi gathered on the ice surface, and suddenly, there was an explosion on the ice surface, making a loud noise. Fu Changyu only felt a gust of wind, accompanied by a wave of moisture and chill, coming towards him. The fragments of the Soul Suppression Mirror on his body all burst out, and a purple air flow poured into Fu Changyu's body. He fainted.

I don't know how long it took, but Fu Changyu woke up. He got up from the snow. The entire mountaintop was dead silent.

He raised his eyes and looked around. The continuous peaks, the snow covered by the peaks, at this moment, his eyes were covered with a layer of lilac color.

Fu Changyu stood, facing the biting cold wind, and walked to the edge of the cliff. He leaped and fell from the top of the sky. The wind, whistling in his ears like a knife, cut his cheek.

It didn't take long for this feeling to end. He landed on the ground, as light as a snowflake.

In front of him was a group of stunned soldiers. Fu Changyu didn't hesitate much, he pulled out his sword and slashed hard. The strong sword aura hurt everyone's vital points, and those soldiers fell down in unison, their faces full of doubt and disbelief.

Blood, staining the parched ground red.

Fu Changyu faced the wind, took steps, and walked towards the camp.

"The emperor is back!" someone cheered. Immediately, someone went in to report it, and the generals all came out one after another.

"Your Majesty, it's good that you're all right!" someone said, "You've been missing for so long, we're all dying!"

"Yes, I sent up one group after another, but the soldiers were either lost or wounded, and could not reach the top of the mountain. ”

Fu Changyu glanced back at the noisy man. The man immediately stopped talking, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

Some people invited military doctors, and some people boiled porridge and brought food and walked up. Fu Changyu just tasted it. He doesn't have much of a mood and doesn't have a very good temper.