The black fog became thinner and thinner, and when the first rays of blue and transparent morning light fell into Fu Cang's eyes, the earth-shattering battle between gods and demons in the distance continued.

About because of the sudden escape of those monsters in the Sea of Hatred, the general in charge of the Wuchen Department issued a summoning order for the whole war department, and hundreds of miles away, the auspicious light and the turbidity fought in the dark, and no one found out what was happening in the Sea of Hatred.

This battle has nothing to do with him, and even if he has the heart to help, he has enough spare strength.

Fu Cang stepped on the Qingguang array, only to feel exhausted, not even the strength to resist the wind and clouds, the nine lions that had been hiding in the sea of clouds seemed to notice that he had come out, and immediately rushed to him with tears, and the nine heads were stuffed into his arms together, and he called softly with tears.

Fu Cang touched its soft lion fur, leaving a trail of blood.

In the distance, a black figure stood alone, he looked up, but saw Shaoyi standing beside the dark wood hibiscus with his hands in the distance, his eyes did not look at the sea of hatred, nor did he see the battle between gods and demons hundreds of miles away, but stared at the blue and red morning glow in the sky, his eyes flowed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

As if sensing Fu Cang's gaze, Shao Yi turned his head, he rarely had a smile on his face, and his deep and calm expression made him look exactly like the ancient emperor in the sea of hatred.

"Good work. He spoke lowly, his voice being picked up by the morning breeze, "Thank you." ”

Although he couldn't see what was happening in the sea of hatred, the corpse was completely destroyed, and his soul felt a long-lost relief at that moment, as if he had been shaken off a heavy burden of millions of years, and he knew that they must have succeeded.

Fu Cang didn't move, nor did he draw his sword, but said lightly: "It's not your turn to thank me, I have the heart to solve the disaster, why don't you go in by yourself?"

Shaoyi didn't answer, his gaze fell on his side, where it was empty, and the crimson figure was not there. Is it gone? No, if she had been destroyed, Fucang wouldn't have reacted like this.

It's good if it doesn't fall.

He quietly looked at the clear morning light in the sky, and on the day he successfully left the sea of hatred, through the black fog, he met such a morning light.

has been trapped in the sea of hatred for so many years, and he has only one thought, that is, he must live, and this obsession makes him turbid, and under all kinds of mistakes, he has made the current sea of hatred. Those debris that popped out were the result of obsessively trying to leave the sea of hatred.

He had been so eager to leave that dead and silent darkness, it had taken millions of years, and it had consumed the divine power of three generations of Qingyang Clan's descendants, so he would never step into it again, even if it was her who entered, especially her.

He has messed up the whole heaven and earth, and he can re-pave it, and he doesn't care what means he used, who he sacrificed, right or wrong.

Shaoyi took two steps back, and that gentle and sweet smile returned to his handsome face, and his voice became light and soft: "Senior Brother Fucang should go back to the upper realm to recuperate from his injuries earlier, and he will see you again in the future, and he will still be a colleague." Leave. ”

His long black robe swung lightly, his sleeves fluttered like wings, and disappeared into the morning light in the blink of an eye.

Will he see you again in the future or be a colleague? Isn't he afraid of the revenge of the Candle Yin Clan, nor is he afraid of the secret of the Sea of Hatred leaking out? Fu Cang stood in place for a moment, not intending to chase after him. The large and small wounds all over his body were eroded by the turbidity qi and felt heart-rending pain, and his eyes turned black, and he immediately stepped on the lion's back, bypassed the distant battlefield of gods and demons, and flew towards the South Heavenly Gate.

The mortal world with a heavy turbid wind blew his long hair, Xiao Jiu let out a choked cry, Fu Cang patted it on the back soothingly, but it choked even louder. The blood on his body had already soaked a large area of lion hair, and the aroma of divine blood wafted all the way.

He summoned the rain and dew to wash away the blood on the lion's hair, but he couldn't wash it away, tomorrow was already bright, but he felt that the surroundings seemed to be getting darker and darker, and his body had no strength at all, so he couldn't hold it up and go limp.

The Chunjun on his waist let out a low hum, and Fu Cang subconsciously held it tightly.

He won't let go, never again.

*

A catastrophe in the Wuchen Department ended much faster than expected, and the generals had been preparing for a big war for several months, who knows if it was illusion or luck, the prince of Zichou and the monsters that ran out of the sea of hatred, the repeated healing power that made the gods annoyed seemed to be a lot weaker, and after the convening order of the whole war department was issued, it only took five days for the Nether to be completely killed.

The more sharp-eyed generals found that the color of the Sea of Hatred in the Qingguang Great Array seemed to be a lot lighter, and the gods who had never encountered this situation did not dare to act rashly, for fear of something going wrong, but instead sent generals to strictly guard the Sea of Hatred every day.

When Emperor Bai Ze arrived at Lihai Hate, what he saw was the dense guards around the large array. The head general of the Wuchen Department was full of nervousness, and asked cautiously: "Emperor Bai Ze, you always see, what is the current situation in Lihai Hai?"

What kind of situation is it? It is clearly a situation where the darkness of the candle that shrouds the sea of hatred is less than half! Such a simple thing has to be specially invited to see him, an old man who is busy with all his work? Now these juniors are really!

Emperor Bai Ze frowned, and suddenly felt that things were not so simple, the darkness of the candle yin was useless, not to mention that it was still entangled with turbidity and regeneration divine power, in the final analysis, these black fogs that shrouded the sea of hatred were no longer simply the darkness of the candle yin, if they could be disposed of, the emperors of the previous generations would have disposed of it, why did it drag on to this day?

Why did they suddenly disappear so much? Did the Feng clan and those monsters run out of the sea of hatred because of it?

"Continue to send war generals to guard it. Emperor Bai Ze didn't say anything, thought about it, and said: "If there is any change, notify this seat immediately." ”

The ruling lord was frightened by his vague words: "What does the emperor mean...... Is this so-called mutation ......?"

Emperor Bai Ze sighed: "What is there to be afraid of? Could it be that a Chiyou Dajun popped out of it and ate you!"

He turned and flew away lightly, leaving the pale-faced Lord General in place—the Poor Lord General froze.

Emperor Bai Ze hurried back to the upper realm, and just happened to bump into Emperor Qingyuan at Nantianmen, he immediately greeted: "Qingyuan little ghost, you are in charge of the placement of the generals in the war department, is there any news about the missing Zhongshan Emperor and Xiaolongjun?"

Emperor Qingyuan hurriedly saluted: "The emperor mentioned this matter, I was about to tell you, it just so happened that there was news from Zhongshan, saying that Emperor Zhongshan and Xiaolongjun were both injured because of the killing of the demon clan, and they only returned to Zhongshan a few days ago, and after the injury was healed, they returned to the ministry to continue to kill the demon clan." ”

Oh?

Emperor Bai Ze was a little surprised, what demon clan can injure the two Candle Yin Clans? Once the Candle Yin Clan is injured, how can they be healed for hundreds or thousands of years? When they are injured, they will probably be killed by the Nether Demon Clan. And this vague rhetoric is so weird, not a word about the disappearance, nor how it hurts, why does the Candle Yin always act with a trace of weirdness and evil?

When he was groaning, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a wooden box covered with cinnabar mantras behind Emperor Qingyuan, his eyes lit up, and he threw everything behind him, and leaned forward to look left and right: "What kind of treasure is this from the Nether?

Emperor Qingyuan was helpless about his virtue, and hurriedly stopped his brutal act of trying to tear the cinnabar mantra: "You come slowly, these are the treasures who fell from the sea of hatred and fell from Zhu Xuanyuyang's mansion that day, and the generals of these years have also taken it back...... I can't open it! The things inside are going to be big when they are opened!"

He finally snatched the wooden box in his arms, and floated away without looking back: "I'll return the things to Zhu Xuanyuyang Mansion, you can go over." ”

(Zilang Literature)