Feng Xun had been taking care of Fusang for several days, and he almost didn't close his eyes, and Lu Li took advantage of Feng Xun to fall asleep and came over to see Cen Duxiao.

Who knew that he just walked to the door and found that there was a thin layer of enchantment, he thought it was set by Feng Xun, he was out of Feng Xun, and he knew Feng Xun's magic well and tried to break through, who knew that the crack in the door was overflowing with black gas, which was very similar to the power of the demon god.

He had a bad heart, so he used all his strength to break the barrier and push the door open, only to see Cen Duxiao and her sword spirit hugging each other.

His heart was as cold as frost, even if Fusang died, he had no chance......

Cen Duxiao loves Fusang, and the ruthless Gu in his body would rather die than kill Fusang, thinking that Fusang killed his master and sister and is reluctant to kill Fusang, he can't compare to Fusang's status in her heart, but he never dreamed that she would have unusual feelings with her sword spirit.

Lu Li didn't know if he should think about it, he suddenly felt that he didn't seem to lose, Cen Duxiao naturally regarded Wangshu as Fusang, and all she loved was Fusang's face.

As soon as Lu Li appeared, Cen Duxiao's mood that had finally calmed down ignited a raging flame again.

Cen Duxiao pushed Wang Shu away and clenched the blade of the sword.

Wang Shu was seriously injured and could not return to the sword blade on his own, and when he was bumped into being so close to his master, he lowered his head a little shyly, and he didn't react at all that Cen Duxiao had already moved to kill.

"Did you make my master, my master, and Shugui into the living dead?!"

"Did you pull Fusang's divine consciousness into the Illusion Trap Technique?!"

Cen Duxiao's voice was accompanied by the strange overlap of the power of the demon god, which was particularly terrifying in the underworld where it was impossible to distinguish between day and night, and every time she asked, the black gas steamed like boiling water, and it was close to Lu Li's chest, just an inch away from piercing his chest.

Wangshu didn't stop Cen Duxiao, and from Lu Li's intentionally or unintentionally guiding Cen Duxiao to the cemetery to find out the truth about Nie Chunying's death, Wangshu was a little suspicious of Lu Li.

Cen Duxiao couldn't help but talk about the underground killer, which showed that she was not out of control, and there was no need for Wangshu to stop her.

He always reminded himself that he was just a sword, he was just a killing weapon, as long as Cen Duxiao didn't lose control and destroy the world, he shouldn't interfere too much with his master's decision-making, not to mention, Lu Li was not innocent.

Lu Li's heart was completely cold, he froze in place, his brain was buzzing, a trace of fishy astringency welled up in his throat, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Not only was Feng Xun suspicious of him, but even Cen Duxiao thought so.

He suddenly felt that he had failed in this life, and he had never received any of the affection of his parents, the love of his master, and the pity of his beloved.

What else does he have now?

Alone, there is nothing.

He held a sincere heart to her very solemnly, but instead of wanting it, she slapped his heart and stepped on the ground a few times.

Blood splattered, shattered.

From the past to the present, he humbly pestered her, thinking that one day he would be able to impress her, let her see his true heart full of love, and in the end, he was just singing a one-man show.

Lu Li smiled bitterly, the blood on her face was gone, as Feng Xun said, she was really made of stone.

His heart was cold, but the physical pain was not so painful.

He looked at her calmly and said lightly: "Yes, I did it, do you want to kill me to avenge him?"

The ethereal black gas seeped into his chest, almost tearing his internal organs apart.

He had seen the power of the power of the demon god, and in an instant, the person was shattered into slag and only pus.

He took a step forward and slammed straight into the black qi, he was not afraid of death, he said: "The moment you give yourself a ruthless Gu, you should know that he is not dead, the person who dies is you, I have to do this, I don't regret doing this, he doesn't regret it, he is willing to sacrifice for you." ”

Cen Duxiao had never seen such a Lu Li, and he was in the impression that he was afraid of terrible pain, and he couldn't hide his thoughts, how could he become such a thoughtful person?

Just because I like her, so I become vicious and crazy?

She really couldn't understand, what else could she do? She had already made it clear to him!

Otherwise, what could she do? Lu Li forcibly gave her the reverse scales against her will, she couldn't pull them out, she had already solemnly refused.

How is this dragon so annoying!

Did you hurt Fuso again because of her relationship?

She hated Lu Li's self-assertion and deception and betrayal, and she also hated herself for always bringing disaster to Fusang.

Her whole body trembled with rage, and an inexhaustible black power poured into the room. Some of it didn't come from her body, it seemed to float in from the outside, and there were dark clouds of light on the surface of the Lethe River, all of which were rushing in the direction of Cen Duxiao.

Wang Shu found that the situation was abnormal, since the last time she lost control in the Immortal Monarch Hall in Qionglin, she seemed to have opened up the connection between her body and the void, and her strength was inexhaustible.

She can still manipulate the power of ghosts' evil thoughts?!

She couldn't seem to stop, she couldn't control herself from absorbing the evil thoughts.

If it goes on like this, it will be too big, and the heavens will know it, and she will not be able to escape!

Wangshu was so worried that cold sweat flowed down his body, and he gently tugged on her sleeve weakly, trying his best to calm his tone, like coaxing a child: "Ah Yan, don't be controlled by hatred, okay?"

Cen Duxiao closed her eyes for a moment, her eyes were dry and tingling, her voice was hoarse, and she roared angrily: "How do you want me to calm down?

Lu Li suddenly raised his head and smiled lowly, but the corners of his eyes couldn't stop sliding tears, he hated himself for being cowardly and would cry.

He wiped away his tears as if he had lost his soul, and an uncharacteristic sneer appeared on his face, which was similar to his previous cute image, and he smiled and said: "Because I hate him, I hate that you only have him in your heart, and I also hate that Master only cares about him, he is dead, and I am so happy." ”

Wangshu was stunned, Lu Li was dying! Did he know that he couldn't escape, so he gave up?

Lu Li is dead and dead, Cen Duxiao is too resentful and will definitely do something stupid! Wangshu can't let her get out of control again!

Wangshu shouted: "Lu Li, you leave quickly!"

Lu Li looked at the black qi around him, the blood on his body was gushing like a spring, he had lost the strength to escape, and he didn't want to run away.

It no longer makes sense for him to be alive.

After he dies, will Tinghe and Fengxun feel sorry for him? Will Fengxun rack his brains to find a way to resurrect him as he did with Fuso?

Probably not, who cares about him in this world?

There was no sadness in Lu Li's eyes, and he said: "Xiaoxiao, my reverse scales can protect you at a critical moment, and I won't pester you again in the future." ”

Cen Duxiao's heart flashed with a moment of unbearability, but Lu Li personally admitted that she had killed Fusang, and hatred and despair of the world were disintegrating her reason and stabbing her with a splitting headache.

She roared, "Pluck out your scales and take them away!"

Lu Li turned a deaf ear to her request, pointed to a ray of cyan light at the root of the Shenmu tree and said, "Fusang is the reincarnation of the Houtu Emperor, and you can resurrect him by planting Ganmu." ”