The New Year is approaching, the world should be a scene of lights, joy and health, but the myth of immortality has been ended, the fear of dying is approaching day by day, the people are panicked, the people are not restless, how can there be any thoughts about the festival, except for the guards patrolling back and forth on the street, there is no half a figure.

The coffins in Yizhuang are piled up more and more, and there are people who are specially responsible for pushing the hearse in the middle of the night to send it in batches, Fuli has set up an enchantment, and the people who come can't open the door, so there is really no way, so they simply throw all their brains at the door, fortunately, it is not summer, otherwise the stench emitted may be able to smoke Bian Nan to death.

After Jiang Yi went on a trip, he found that there was no space to settle down, so he took it upon himself to let the group all live in the temple of Xuanguang, anyway, if the others were not there, even if he was there, he couldn't stop Jiang Yi.

So, under Feng Qiwu's nose, they stepped through the ruins and muddy palace, and walked straight into the palace of divine light, not to mention the human emperor, it is estimated that everyone in the Six Realms knows that the always arrogant Xuanguang God, regardless of the feelings of the two races, blatantly repaired his own temple in the backyard of someone else's house.

Then he didn't know how to restrain himself and blew up the Terran Palace, yes, Jiang Yi and Fu Li directly threw the pot to Xuanguang alone.

All of a sudden, the reputation of the Xuanguang God in the Six Realms was extremely poor, and many former lovers announced that they had broken with him and would no longer have contact.

And even so, Xuanguang still did not appear.

The Terran guards have drained the water around the temple, but they can't do anything about the barrier, so they can only guard the door every day. Feng Qiwu

After lying in bed for several days in a row, Jiang Yi ate, slept, slept, and ate, living extremely chic and comfortable, without heart and lungs, as if there was no shadow left that day. I don't know where Fuli got so many chickens, ducks, fish, delicacies from the mountains and seas, which really made him full.

Fortunately, he is not in the god body now, otherwise he would be contaminated with so many fireworks in the world, not to mention that it would not be beneficial to his cultivation, but would make his mind dim.

After Bian Nan was completely healed, Jiang Yi personally returned the Yuji fan to him, Bian Nan took it with a strange look on his face, but Jiang Yi didn't notice it, Fu Li stood aside and looked at it with a faint expression, Bian Nan noticed the emperor's cold gaze after returning to his senses, his hand shook violently, put the fan away, and hurriedly said thank you and went back to take care of Hua Xu.

Jiang Yi these days very miss in the extinct days, has been away for some time, presumably the sunset flowers all over the mountains must bloom more, a radius of ten miles, not thankful and undefeated, around the cliff on the north slope and then turn seven or eight bends, through a dense forest, crawl a rugged mountain road, then arrive at the small thatched hut of Jiang Yi, from there look out, full of mountains and rivers forever, the years are quiet.

Although Jiang Yi is a god, he grew up in the invitation of the moon, like the human race, he likes the New Year very much, every household is lit up with lights, the sound of firecrackers is constant, the street is full of people holding hands and shoulders, everyone is wearing a wreath made of sunset flowers on their heads, shoulder to shoulder, with a happy smile on their faces.

On the day of Chinese New Year's Eve, Jiang Yi would change into a fiery red brocade robe, embroidered with the totem of the sunset flower, Jiang Yi always felt that the dress was too fancy, he was dressed like a wedding dress, full of helplessness, even the sword spike of the covenant would be replaced with red, and then under the worship of everyone, he flowed step by step through the dangerous Qinchuan, stood on the last string, recited the oath to the Wanli Chaoxia, and prayed for the invitation to the moon.

The years reminded people that another year had passed, but the existence of time was very small for the Protoss, and Jiang Yi had always thought that those days would continue forever.

But winter goes to spring, year after year, he thinks back to the past again, his heart is empty, he still remembers that there is an old man with white eyebrows and beard who loves to drink at the entrance of the north city of Yueyue, every time he grabs something from Fuli and comes back, he will always take a pot of good wine from the wine fairy, and secretly hang it in front of the old man's window, watching him have fun for a long time.

Now he can't remember the old man's face, it's blurry, it's right to think about it, even the dark clouds around him every day, he can't recognize it when he says goodbye.

Perhaps, after withdrawing the love thread, it will also have some impact on his memory. Fortunately, he didn't forget Fu Li, and Fu Li has always been by his side.

Extinction is also a New Year, but he is alone, wearing the crown of the sunset flower, walking through the rugged mountain road, through the dense forest, turning seven or eight bends, carefully bypassing the broken arm cliff, walking in the mountain, across the boundary wall, looking at the still flowing Qinchuan from a distance, oh, it can no longer be called Qinchuan, now it should be called Weishui, he stood like this, and waited until the night was dark, and the starry sky fell on extinction again, he slowly turned around, a tattered white clothes, and returned the same way.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yi was in a better mood, lying on the long couch in the courtyard basking in the sun, his body was covered with a thick quilt, and he had a faint smile on his face, however, his leisurely and pleasant time would not continue forever.

A hundred-meter-long sword light arrogantly crossed the sky, hovering over the temple, Fu Li, who was dealing with official documents on the side, slowly raised his head, his cold eyes stared at the sword light calmly, and his eyes narrowed with a terrifying look.

Jiang Yi also sensed the powerful and different spiritual energy fluctuations, and constantly estimated the strength of the person who came in his heart.

In the middle of the ring, he lifted the quilt and got up, sat next to Fu Li on the table, picked up a cup of tea without asking and drank it slightly, the fragrance was overflowing, and the gods suddenly opened, and then he put down the teacup, looked at Fu Li lazily with one hand on his forehead and said: "Is there any ancient artifact that is not in your hand?"

This powerful aura can create a grand light between heaven and earth, dyeing a hazy cyan halo, bouncing back the enchantment set by Fu Li little by little, and collecting it as its own attack, among the six realms, I am afraid that only the ancient artifact can do it.

Fu Li looked away from the sky, lowered his eyes, took a sip of tea with thin lips, and replied, "Fu Xiqin." ”

Jiang Yi twisted his eyebrows when he heard this, Fu Xiqin is not a killer weapon with strong attack power, but a guqin made of the soul of the ancient goddess with precious jade condensation and heavenly silk, the whole body is pink and white, the color is soft, and the sound of the air piano can make people's hearts feel peaceful and peaceful, purify the soul contaminated by demonic energy, and can also make people collapse and die of divine consciousness.

But the myth of Fu Xiqin only exists when the immortals and demons are hostile to each other, and when the six realms are unified and the two races establish a generational peace, Fu Xiqin will be automatically sealed, and when it is born again, it will mean another bloody storm.

The aura on the top of the head also clearly comes from the way of the sword, it should not be caused by Fu Xiqin, but if the other artifacts are in Fu Li's hands, there is only one possibility......

Jiang Yi was puzzled, so he had to ask again: "Then where is the Fuxi Qin placed after it is sealed?"

Fu Li raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang Yi, and said lightly: "On you." ”

Jiang Yi stiffened his forehead, and said incredulously: "On me?!"

"Hmm. ”

After confirming again, Jiang Yi was stunned, carefully touched his body, and all the objects were picked out and checked, but he really couldn't figure it out, so he said suspiciously: "Where?"

Fu Li shook his head helplessly, reached out and took off the Shou Yu from Jiang Yi's waist, took off the golden strings on the hilt of the sword, and gently put it in Jiang Yi's hand: "Here." ”

The golden spiritual light piled up from Jiang Yi's palm and turned up the spiritual flames, and the momentum actually faintly overpowered the sword light above his head, but there was no aggression.

Jiang Yi's expression tightened: "This is Fu Xiqin, how is it possible?!"

Fu Li said: "I've investigated, and I won't be wrong, but it's still sealed, and it doesn't show its full form." ”

Jiang Yi said in his heart, but this is the killing weapon he exchanged for love as a sacrifice, how can it be Fu Xiqin, and when he got this string, Fu Li had not yet ascended to the emperor, he had not pacified the war between gods and demons, and Fu Xiqin had not yet been sealed.

He muttered to himself, "Probably not......"

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the god he saw in the Kunlun mirror, and suddenly his whole body was cold, and his brows were furrowed, until Fu Li added the white jade teacup in front of him, and the heat hit his face, and he eased up.

Suddenly—

"Yaoguang, use divine power in vain to cause trouble to the human race, and send down heavenly punishment. ”

A voice that was so flat that there was no trace of emotion sounded from nowhere, like a bucket of ice water splashed directly on the top of Jiang Yi's head.

??? Jiang Yi was stunned, and asked Fu Li blankly: "What is this? And this kind of heavenly rule? Moreover, isn't it Xuanguang who is being punished by the Protoss now? Who ......is this voice?"

Why is it so similar to him?

Could it be that someone deliberately imitated his voice? But I had never heard of such a ventriloquist in the Six Realms that even he could deceive him.

As soon as the words fell, the sword light had already broken through the enchantment, descended from the clouds, and slashed towards Jiang Yi's head.

Fu Li's eyes were sharp, and the shadow came out, he held the sword in one hand, and the index finger and thumb of the other hand together, and drew a few bloody sword lights on the sword body, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and he didn't think much about it.

After the lightning and thunder, the majestic spiritual light was like a huge wave, turning out more than ten zhang high, sweeping all over the temple.

Bian Nan hurried over when he heard the news, his face was full of shock, his eyes were always as light as glass, and his body was a little stiff.

Jiang Yi yawned, raised his hand to mend the torn enchantment, withdrew the golden strings back to his waist, and after protecting Bian Nan, who was standing on the side, he raised the starry sword of the covenant and totoes, took a leap, and was involved in the battle.

And when the tip of the sword approached the strange sword light, the sword light melted instantly, yes, like ice turning into water, it instantly melted and dispersed to all sides, disappearing, and Jiang Yi's soul was shocked, and he fell into a coma in an instant.

Like a withered fallen leaf, it fell from the sky and was steadily caught by the floating li.

Bian Nan eased up and walked towards Jiang Yifuli with slightly chaotic steps, his eyes were confused and empty, as if he had experienced something beyond his knowledge.

In the era of no faith, the human race is just ants, gods, demons, demons, and spirits bully and humiliate the slaves, and one day the gods, with the god body to support the heavens and the earth, from then on the gods can not interfere with the human race at will, and then with the soul of the gods to pay tribute to the East Emperor Bell, set up a heavenly punishment, from then on no one in the six realms can no longer be wantonly bullied, the dignity of the human race can be preserved.

Then Feng Qiwu was born with the righteousness of the king, conquered the four seas and eight wildernesses, and the human race reached its peak, and finally stood in a place among the powerhouses of the Six Realms.

All of this is due to one person, the creator god Sanqing.