Cen Duxiao held Fusang in a comatose state, the black qi condensed in her palm and hung like a demon dragon, and the power of the black demon god covered the lightning and thunder in the sky, whistling and covering the top, like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves.

The monks closed their eyes and waited for death to come.

Fortunately, some of them killed the Demon Venerable and cut off a large arm of the Demon God, so they paid so many lives for it.

In an instant, the houses in front of me were shattered, the flesh of the people in front of them was torn, pus and blood were splashed, and everything was settled.

It should have been like this a long time ago, it should have been killed a long time ago, and they should not have been given the opportunity to hurt Fuso!

Cen Duxiao took Fusang back to the Yanyang Hall in an instant.

Seeing that Fusang was covered in blood, and Cen Duxiao's eyes were full of gloom, he trembled for a while, and hurriedly said, "What's the matter?

Cen Duxiao tore open Fusang's shirt, and the blood hole on his left chest was shocking, like a spring gushing out of blood.

When she saw his wounds, her heart twitched and spasmed, her chest was wooden, and the pain was all over her body, even her hair.

She gritted her teeth with hatred, what if those people died, they lost their lives in the blink of an eye, and there was no time to hurt. And Fusang's injury is irreparable, he won't die and will hurt!

She only wished that those who hurt Fusang would die a thousand times and ten thousand times! She wished that those people would be resurrected and die again, and that they would suffer the pain of torn their whole bodies and broken flesh all the time in eternal life!

If it weren't for Fusang's serious injuries, she really wanted to kill all the immortal cultivators at once!

She frowned, tears slid down, her fingertips spiritual power kept running, red spiritual currents flowed into the wound on Fusang's chest, and the spiritual power poured in from the ruptured wound and fainted on his heart.

She could feel his heart shattering, his heart had stopped beating, and if it were an ordinary person, he would have died a long time ago.

The monk spared no effort! The sword move is really ruthless and accurate, and the sword is deadly!

Prince Hao used his spiritual power to heal Fusang's injuries together, he was anxious and angry, and said, "Who can hurt you?"

Courage and strength must be extraordinary!

Fuso's pale face was bloodless, the blood on the wound gradually coagulated, and his heart still did not beat, and he fell into a deep sleep and fell unconscious.

His heart stopped beating......

The heart that was born for her stopped beating again!

Will he never wake up?!

The first few times she hurt him again and again because she didn't understand his heart, but this time it was because she was so obsessed with her mind that she wanted to let go of those "righteous people" who had no conscience!

Amusing!

Those who hold high the banner of justice shamelessly hurt a man who pleaded for them and wanted to save their lives!

This is the right way!

Cen Duxiao was so angry that her eyes and nose were sore, her clothes were wet with tears, and the blood in her whole body was cold, and she had to balance it with more people's lives.

She had suspicions about the real murderer who killed everyone in the inn, and she wanted to clarify the truth.

But will anyone believe her?

She, the demon god who destroys the world and destroys the world, does she need a reason to kill people?

She simply became the demon god in everyone's minds, otherwise wouldn't she live up to the expectations of so many people?

Cen Duxiao suddenly stood up and said to Prince Hao calmly: "I'm going to kill a few people, and I have to trouble you to help me take care of him." ”

Prince Hao was stunned: "Kill, who are you going to kill?"

How can killing people come out of her mouth as casually and ordinarily as going out to buy jar wine......

"Senior sister, don't be impulsive! Master, he'll be fine, it doesn't matter if he doesn't have a heart, really! The body of a god is different from that of ordinary mortals. Prince Hao tried his best to persuade him, but he had no choice but to find out Wangshu's identity, and just wanted to appease Cen Duxiao, who was about to go crazy.

Cen Duxiao almost roared: "How do you want me to calm down! He won't die, but he will hurt!!"

She knew that Tai Zihao had no malicious intentions, she closed her eyes to ease her emotions, and when she opened her eyes again, her eyes were very quiet, but her words were full of pain, and she said with tears: "Do you know, his heart is mine, someone broke my things, hurt my heart, it hurts too much, I don't want to endure it anymore, it's too uncomfortable." ”

Prince Hao didn't know what happened when the two of them went out, they went out happily, but they came back bloody, he could guess seven or eight points.

It is estimated that he has met an immortal cultivator who wants to eliminate the demon guard.

With the master's temperament, he must not want Cen Duxiao to commit murder, and he was injured in order to prevent her from killing.

Only he can hurt the master, only his heart can hurt him, and it has always been because of the heart that carries the world and pretends to be Cen Duxiao at the same time.

Prince Hao sighed and groaned, he was a little hesitant whether to stop Cen Duxiao.

If she goes with her, with the destructive power of the power of the demon god, will the world be full of blood?

Prince Hao glanced at Fusang lying on the bed, and then turned his head to look at Cen Duxiao, his expression was gentle, and his voice was like a warm sun: "Senior sister, that is the world that Master loves, he used to be the god of flowers, flowers bloom everywhere he passes, grass grows and warblers fly, there are his flowers in the world, the world is so beautiful, it shouldn't be stained with blood, what do you say?"

Cen Duxiao's heart was moved, she seemed to see the shadow of Houtu in Prince Hao, and the eyes of compassion and compassion like Buddha and Bodhisattva were simply the same as Houtu.

Prince Hao, Fusang, and Houtu, they are all holy spirits, they are so clean, they can easily forgive even sinners who hurt themselves.

Because of this, they are always hurt, betrayed, and framed!

However, she is not a god, let alone a saint, she is a demon, she should do what a demon should do!

Cen Duxiao smiled slightly, and her fair face was shining with translucent luster when she laughed, which was the tears that couldn't stop falling.

She said: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, I and your master have already married, you should call me 'Shi Niang'." ”

With that, she melted into the night.

It was almost dawn, and she thought that she had to hurry up and kill the damned people, and she would rush back to accompany Fusang before dawn.

Prince Hao supported his forehead, he did think about whether he should call Cen Duxiao his wife, but this would be too low-level.

He couldn't stop Cen Duxiao, who was in full swing, I hope she listened to what he said just now and could stop the precipice in time.

Otherwise, not only will the earth see her as a plague, but the heavens will not let her go.

She and Fusang can't hide for the rest of their lives, they have to prove to the world that the world is wrong to blame them, that they have the ability to destroy the world but not harmless people, this all needs time to be confirmed, not endless killing.

Fusang and Cen Duxiao have gone through so many hardships, and they finally got together. Fusang is Cen Duxiao's life, even more important than her life.

Prince Hao seemed to have too much confidence, he decided that Cen Duxiao would go crazy because of Fusang, but he would not do anything wrong because of Fusang.

Nothing is more important than a smile from her beloved, Cen Duxiao only wants to watch Fusang smile every day, and she will not let him worry about being afraid behind her all day long.