Cen Duxiao didn't want to hurt Fengxun, but Fengxun wanted to kill her, and it was very likely that she had caused chaos in the world, so she had to fight back!

Lu Li's guess is not unreasonable, she wants to try to grow Ganmu, she has the concern of resurrecting Fusang, she can't die yet.

She screamed angrily: "I see that you really don't want to hurt you when you treat Fusang, my patience is limited, don't go too far!"

"Fusang's life and death have been miserable by you! You still have the face to mention him!" Feng Xun absorbed the essence of many people, and his strength reached the limit, watching Cen Duxiao and Wangshu flirt and scold, and waved out his palm angrily.

Cen Duxiao quickly pulled away from Wangshu, the black qi on her body was like a protective umbrella open, she faced this wave of attacks, and said to Wangshu: "Hide! Protect yourself, don't hold me back!"

Wangshu stood behind her with his forehead on his back, he was also a sword that killed all directions in the past, and he had protected his master many times, but he couldn't help anything at the moment, and he was in a strange and depressed mood.

"Okay, be careful, then. He whispered.

He sat cross-legged on the bed and closed his eyes to recuperate, he tried to use his spiritual power to recover his strength, but the wounds on his body that shone with golden light could not heal.

The owner of such a fine stall is facing the risk of breaking his stomach at any time, and he would not have shown his human form if he had known it!

He grumbled in his stomach, thinking about a wave of sleepiness that hit him, and where he didn't realize it, the aura of the roots of the sacred tree revived, like a vibrant jellyfish, slowly floating from the ground and melting into his body.

He had a dream, and he clearly realized that it was a dream, but it was so real that it seemed to have happened.

The two figures were too blurry, and his eyes seemed to be fogged with a layer of fog, and he couldn't see who it was.

Someone is talking to someone in a dream.

"Are you really going to do that?"

"Maybe she'll feel sorry for me, it's the only way I can stay with her. ”

"But he's not exactly you, he has his own mind. ”

"It's enough to look exactly like me, she once said to Yi Shugui that she likes me because I am good-looking. When he said this, the tone of the man in the dream was not sweet, but a bitter self-deprecating smile, "It doesn't matter to her whether I am complete or not." ”

Wangshu suddenly woke up, Cen Duxiao and Feng Xun were fighting, and he could actually fall asleep under the noise of the sky cracking in his ears.

He glanced at the black qi and red light that were entwined and fought, the temple he was in had already been shattered and collapsed into slag by the power of the two of them.

Feng Xun was able to catch the demon god who had returned to his power so many moves? Feng Xun could be regarded as a rare opponent for Cen Duxiao.

Wangshu shouted impatiently at Cen Duxiao: "Hey, can you do it!

After speaking, he suddenly remembered that in Fusang's memory, Pingjiang City's peach blossom brewing was very famous, and Cen Duxiao in his previous life had bought two jars for Fusang's birthday.

I thought Cen Duxiao was so kind, it turned out that it was for the sake of Fusang's face that he agreed to take him to Pingjiang City.

He thought he didn't mind Cen Duxiao treating him as Fusang, but somehow he was a little upset.

Is this what mortals often call jealousy?

"How could I be! How could I be jealous!" he rubbed his head wildly, dissipating the cranky thoughts from his mind.

He touched his chest, no, he didn't have a heart, why was he upset?

"It's soon, don't worry!" Cen Duxiao sent a message to him, and his voice was soft, coaxing him quite dotingly.

Wangshu became even more angry and shouted, "Don't talk to me in this tone!"

Cen Duxiao: "??? "Is this guy having a convulsion?

Feng Xun saw that there was no one beside these two people, and the anger in his chest turned into a surging flood, and the offensive was like a mountain and a sea, hitting Wangshu in waves.

Cen Duxiao was anxious to protect Wangshu, forgetting that she had already set up an enchantment for Wangshu, and the black qi in her palm was like a fierce beast whistling, roaring and rushing towards the wind.

The wind was invincible, staggered backwards, and slipped out a long way, he struggled to hold his ground, and the tearing pain in his body from the inside to the outside continued to grow, and he almost couldn't hold it anymore.

Whether it's dead, or if you're dead, will you be able to see Fuso?

The whole bed had a protective cover set by Cen Duxiao, and Wangshu stayed in the enchantment very reassuringly, the aura under the bed continued to enter his body, and he felt more comfortable, and his injuries were much better.

Even the Divine Tree Root Aura mistook him for Fusang? He was extremely annoyed and muttered, "I'm not Fusang, are you mistaken!"

He slapped away the clusters of light on his body, refusing those spiritual energy to heal himself, and the pride of the Heavenly Sword in his bones made him unwilling to become a stand-in for Fusang.

If that dream was true, it meant that Fusang really did something to Heavenly Sword, but he didn't remember it.

It's too much! Fusang and Cen Duxiao's love is greater than the sky, so why should they take away his sword life and let him live instead of him?

He is only a part of Fuso? But he had his own mind before he was formed, and in his self-perception, he was a sword spirit, and he was not Fusang at all!

The yin cha was at a loss, and with their cultivation, they couldn't get close to the two waves of thunder-like power, so they could only gather around and do a hurry.

"Your Highness, how is this good?"

Qilin also feels bad, this one and two are all because of Fusang's death madness, his impression of Fengxun's temper is a little irritable, but he has never done evil in the past, because of this, Fusang will withstand the pressure of violating the rules of heaven to save the Fengxun family.

The disappearance of Fuso's corpse was too big a blow to Feng Xun, and now Feng Xun has lost his heart.

Qilin never expected that Cen Duxiao, the demon god, was not out of control, but the wind could not be controlled and went astray, and if it continued like this, the heavenly soldiers would soon come.

Previously, Lethe River grew a heart, and the Hades King was worried that she would not be able to escape the catastrophe like Fusang, so he deliberately snubbed her, hoping that she would not put all her thoughts on herself, who knew what she was afraid of, Lethe thought that he still couldn't forget Xihe, and left the underworld heartbroken to wander the world.

Hades has been looking for many days in the world, but what he found is Lethe who has forgotten everything.

Lethe forgot his identity and forgot the Hades.

The heartless spirit is very sensitive when the heart is born, and he is afraid that his deep affection will be in vain, and Lechuan dares to love and hate enough.

Cleaning the memories of mortals and controlling whether they want to remember the past is Lethe's specialty, and she resolutely chooses to give up her relationship with Hades, and she will not be disappointed if she forgets.

But even if she lost her memory, that heart still existed, and she shouldn't have a heart.

Tanxi, Fusang, and the heartless gods that gave birth to their hearts all died one by one, and the king of Hades did not dare to risk Lethe.

So, under all kinds of entanglements, the Hades dissipated thousands of years of cultivation to help Lethe Chuan to remove the heart.

Her heart melted into blood, and Lethe was physically and mentally damaged, too weak to maintain her human form, and the Hades took her back to the underworld and placed her at the bottom of the Lethe River to recuperate.