The sun is shining, and the earth is steaming. In the dense forest, there is a cool breeze, and there is still a sense of coldness before dawn.

Fuyu ran briskly through the forest, panting for breath.

In the battle in the valley last night, in order to avoid the bundle of immortals, she used several stand-in techniques in a row.

After that, although she fled, Tsing Yi and the traitor chased and killed all the way, and she consumed a large amount of Lingqi, and she couldn't even maintain the spirit state at this time.

Fu Yu held on to the trunk of the tree, and the cold touch reached his fingers. If it's a normal time, Fuyu will definitely feel it. But now, she could only feel nervousness and panic in her heart.

Fu Yu's chest rose and fell, and under the hood, a slight white water vapor spit out, and a strand of hair hung down, stained with moisture, and looked a little messy.

Fortunately for Fu Yu at this moment, before Mu Guhong found her, she had already transferred most of the Protoss and assets. Otherwise, the current Cuijia Village will definitely become a place where Tsing Yi and the Chu army take turns to encircle and suppress.

In Fuyu's original plan, after the assassination of Cai Yun was successful, she would completely leave Chu with her subordinates and go to the Central Plains to hide.

If it fails, it's the same, but it's a little more complicated.

But Yang Xian's sudden appearance made Fuyu chaotic. Not only was most of the Protoss who led the assassination of Cai Yun captured, but she also became the target of the other party's search.

An eagle's song echoed through the forest.

Fu Yu looked back, but saw Yang Xian's figure unconsciously appear in her field of vision.

"Yang Xian!"

Fu Yu bit these two words, full of hatred.

The perception of the Protoss was different from that of the Zhou people, and when he was in the Star Boundary, Fu Yu, who was maintained in the state of the seventh consciousness spirit, knew him from the perception of the God Emperor.

Then Fuyu entered the world, transformed from a spirit state to a physical body, and re-acquainted Yang Xian.

Only this time, unlike the feelings in the state of the seventh consciousness, Fu Yu learned more about Yang Xian from the information he collected.

The complicated information elaborated in detail and three-dimensionally on the prime minister of the Great Zhou. Whether it was from his enemies or from the mouths of bystanders, Fu Yu could clearly feel what kind of person Yang Xian was?

Insidious and cunning or clever calculations, in Fuyu's opinion, are the same thing.

At the beginning, the God Emperor spent the last bit of resources in the Star Boundary, allowing the four Divine Sons and a few elites to enter the human world through the passage of the Demon Domain.

Fuyu went all the way south, and saw the northern part of Youzhou, the world-famous Youning Iron Horse, and also saw the coldness on the plug, the prosperity of the Central Plains and the water color of Chudi.

Fu Yu knew that at this time, there was an uneasy mood in Liang Guo. And the source of this emotion is from the Great Zhou Prime Minister who controls the Shu Kingdom.

Whoever disturbs the world must also be this person.

The assertion of Wei Wen, the most important strategist who died under the command of Huan Wu of Shudi, has gradually become a consensus at this time.

It was the first time that Fuyu knew that one person could make so many people feel fear.

And this time, it's the third time.

Even if it was just the first time they met each other in the real sense, but the moment Yang Xian appeared, Fu Yu still recognized him at a glance.

This comes from the special perception of the Protoss.

The renegade flew in the air, Tsing Yi wandered in the forest, and the originally peaceful forest suddenly became noisy.

But all this noise disappeared with the moment the man waved the feather fan.

Yang Xian approached step by step, Fu Yu saw it in her eyes, and straightened her body, making her look less miserable and embarrassed.

"I didn't expect the cultivation of the prime minister of the Great Zhou to be so low?"

Yang Xian ordered the two-star fetal breath technique, and his cultivation had increased significantly, but even so. In the eyes of this divine son, this cultivation is still not profound, at least it does not meet her expectations.

Fu Yu originally thought that the man who single-handedly destroyed the demon clan, dared to plot against the God Emperor, and caused the most powerful princes of the Great Zhou to panic, should be a monk with advanced cultivation, but he was just a well-mannered scribe.

Based on his appearance alone, the man in front of him really can't be related to Qiang, nor can he be connected to the related impression formed in Fuyu's impression.

Yang Xian smiled and did not respond.

Fu Yu also seemed to feel that what she said just now was a little ridiculous, how could she be qualified to talk about other people's cultivation now?

She forgot that it was this man who had forced her into such a situation.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"Wordless book!"

"How could you?" The surprise on Fu Yu's face quickly dissipated, "I forgot, this traitor has already taken refuge in you. ”

Six black shadows hung down from the sky and fell around Fuyu, manifesting and taking shape.

The black robe was windless, and a bronze mask was worn on the face, which concealed the face. The moment these six renegades surrounded Fu Yu, they clasped their hands together and slapped them on the ground.

The six points of light shine, connecting each other into a line, complementing each other in a array.

The strange patterns appeared on the earth, and everything above this formation was wiped out, even the old tree that Fu Yu had been holding on to was split into pieces.

Fu Yu wanted to resist, but the faint Lingqi that was left on his body was also sealed, and he couldn't mobilize a bit.

Fu Yu's entire body floated upwards weakly, as if he was being dragged by a giant hand.

The white robe slipped down, the green silk hung down, and the gods in front of him were like the rare statues, and the whole body was full of vigor and the beauty of life.

This is a kind of beauty that is very different from the women of the Zhou people, full of holiness, and people cannot feel blasphemous.

Fu Yu is a god clan, but his face and body shape are no different from those of the Zhou people. There are still traces of beasts on the demon clan, but there are no traces of the god clan.

Except for those emerald green eyes, glowing with an unyielding luster, Fuyu at this moment is almost no different from a weak woman.

The orange ball of light floated out from Fu Yu's forehead, slowly floated into Yang Xian's hand, and was tucked into his sleeve.

During the whole process, Fuyu couldn't move, full of humiliation, but helpless.

The man in front of him stood there, barely doing anything, but he was able to make Fuyu feel a feeling that was as difficult to shake as a mountain.

Am I going to die here like this?

Fuyu closed his eyes and waited for the final arrival.

But at this moment, an arrow of light flew out of the void, through the chest of a renegade.

The formation lost a kick and lost its due effectiveness, and Fu Yu's body also fell from mid-air, and was caught by a white robe who appeared out of thin air.

"Do the Protoss still have reinforcements?"

Yang Xian was a little surprised, but the white robe that rescued Fu Yu shot at him with a bolt of light.

Yang Xian waved the feather fan, and a gust of wind rose, and the light arrow exploded halfway without approaching, raising a puff of smoke and dust.

By the time the smoke cleared, Fuyu and the white robe had disappeared.

"Dust, can you find them?"

Nian Xianchen's figure appeared beside Yang Xian and shook his head.

"It's the first time I've seen a Protoss with such attainments in spatial displacement. I've mastered some, but compared to him, it's nothing more than that. ”

"Is that so?"