Fu Cang squinted at the scene in the city of Poor Sang, behind the palace wall is an abyss, and the palace group of sand grains is built in this abyss, those high-tower palaces look lifelike from a distance, but now when they get closer, they find that they are just empty shells with no appearance, and there is nothing in the huge windows.

He scooped Xuanyi in front of him with his backhand, hugged his hands tightly, and jumped into the abyss without saying a word. Xuanyi gasped, he didn't have wings from the Qingyang clan!

The viscous turbidity quickly brushed his cheeks, and Fu Cang recited the mantra, and dense huge leaves instantly grew in the pale sand, and their bodies fell into the soft leaves, and they were gently bounced up like a drop of water, unharmed. The leaves disappeared in an instant, and Fu Cang's feet stood firmly on the sand.

Xuanyi's breath in his chest was also exhaled steadily, and his body was put to the ground by him, and he shook his head: "...... Fuss. ”

In this way, it is really not a wise thing for Shaoyi to choose her to solve the problem of leaving the sea of hatred.

Xuanyi pretended not to know, turned his head and looked around, the pale sand grains not only condensed into a palace, but also condensed into the appearance of a wood-fire sycamore, and there were even Qingyang priests condensed from sand grains under the tree, gathering in twos and threes, looking extremely strange in this silent death.

"Where would he be?" asked Fucang.

Didn't you talk to her? Xuanyi stared at him, inevitably with a hint of resentment.

Now I finally know how to be obedient. The surging anger in Fu Cang's heart inexplicably subsided a little, his face was still stiff, but his tone became a little gentle: "Only one word." ”

Xuanyi sighed: "I don't know, just follow the avenue to find it." ”

She regretted a little why she didn't agree to Shaoyi's proposal to visit the Poor Sang City, although she stayed there for a few days, she still didn't know the slightest way, where would the emperor's corpse be?

...... This is just nonsense. Fu Cang shook his head again, he shouldn't have expected her to be reliable. Chunjun came out of the sheath again, turning into a small golden light, incredibly fast, and in an instant, he circled several times along the huge poor mulberry city, and then fell back into the sheath, he turned around and walked west: "Come here." ”

Xuanyi hung her head and followed him, full of doubts, wondering, shouldn't she be particularly powerful? She used to be quite awesome, why was she compared to him like a waste material now? It shouldn't be like this, there must be something wrong.

The hand was grabbed, Fu Cang looked back at her, the haze in his eyes was still there, but his gaze was gentle, and he said lightly: "You are a mess of this general." ”

The dragon princess is really a mess of many things, she writes like a convulsion, she doesn't go to class for tens of thousands of years as a disciple, she can't even hold a sword when she is a general, she has always been selfish, and suddenly she came here to be a lonely hero - fortunately he came.

Xuanyi still hung his head and didn't speak, so he said again: "Why don't you wait for me?"

She continued to speak.

"There will be no next time. His voice was cold, "If there is another such thing, I will lock you up in pure jun." ”

...... By the way, he let it go once just now, this brutal reckless man.

Xuanyi tearfully grabbed his hand and wrote a line of convulsive words on it with his fingertips: I want to say one more thing.

At the moment of nine deaths, Fu Cang didn't know whether to be angry or funny, so he took her hand and continued to walk forward, while saying, "It's better for you to be quiet." ”

The sleeve was gently pulled twice, he subconsciously turned around, the dragon princess stared at him with two round eyes, her black and white talking eyes were clearly asking him: How did you come here?

He really didn't speak, afraid that he would really knock her out?

Fu Cang said lightly: "What are you doing here?" ”

She was silent, her brow furrowed, and a tear passed quickly, so fast that she could barely see it. Fu Cang looked at her for a while, slowly opened his arms, and encircled her in his arms. Needless to say, since he came, he wouldn't leave.

Xuanyi pressed his face against his chest, a familiar clean breath, and a powerful heartbeat.

If he didn't come, she could still fight for her life, and when he came, she seemed to be stupid. Of course, it's good to be with him, but she doesn't want him to fall, he can live well, and one day he will probably meet a goddess who is more suitable for him than her, and he will not fight with him, and he will not ask him to go all the way to heaven and earth to accompany him to die.

What a visionless god-king.

It was rare to see the dragon princess as weak as a dove soaked in the rain, Fu Cang touched her hair: "Don't be afraid. ”

Xuanyi hugged him tightly twice, before he let go of his hand, helped Cang to lead her, and walked along the sand grain wood fire sycamore, the hem of his white shirt and long sleeves were swayed by the turbidity and the bad wind, she stared at the cloud pattern on it for a long, long time, and saw it fascinated.

The wind and guns scraped on his face and body, Fu Cang's footsteps suddenly became very cautious, the surrounding sand grains of wood fire sycamore inexplicably became dense, and the road under his feet gradually became clear and no longer rough, and then bypassed a few colored wood fire sycamores, a huge and gorgeous hall appeared in front of him.

Different from the other scenery in the sand-grained Poor Mulberry City, everything here is no different from the real Poor Mulberry City, the flaming-colored temple door, even the slightest carved pattern on it is clearly visible, the pitch-black crystal floor in the main hall is clean and dusty, and the magnificent vertical lattice windows with golden branches and leaves are embroidered with the cloud curtain of the Xuanyao.

There was not a single shadow in the empty hall, not even the priests who had condensed the grains of sand. Fu Cang clenched Chunjun, and stepped lightly on the dark floor with his toes extremely carefully, and the back door of the main hall suddenly opened, and the bright colors of gold and green intertwined were like clouds, reflecting the hall that looked a little gloomy.

Carefully through the main hall, Xuanyi stretched his neck and looked out, it was like an abrupt courtyard, the tall wooden fire plane tree covered the sky, and under the gorgeous and luxuriant branches and leaves, there was a figure wearing an ancient black robe sitting on the ground, with his back against the wood fire plane tree, and his posture was very lazy.

The long black hair seemed to hang down from the shoulders, the gold thread was wrapped around a braided braid, and a delicate agate phoenix fell underneath.

Suddenly, his long hair shook, and he turned his face sideways, as if he was exactly the same as Shaoyi, but he didn't have the Divine Soul Orb on his forehead, and he looked countless more mature than Feng Jun, who was only 50,000 years old.

Xuanyi couldn't help but take a deep breath, this is a corpse?

He didn't seem to pay attention to the two gods who suddenly appeared in the courtyard, and there was a leaf in his palm, which he put to his lips and played it carefully, and the intermittent minor key cut through the dead silence of the sea of hatred, which was the one that Shaoyi blew last time, but it was incoherent, as if he couldn't remember the tune.

Xuanyi walked towards him, but his body was held by Fu Cang, he glanced at her sternly, and then with a flick of his fingertips, Chunjun turned into a small golden dragon, which fell on the emperor's shoulder like lightning, and the clear wind blew the agate phoenix that fell on his braid, and he was still indifferent.

After the intermittent minor key was blown, the emperor threw away the leaves, turned his head, and his gaze fell on Xuanyi accurately, his brows suddenly frowned, and he muttered: "Liusang? ”

After speaking, his long sleeves shook, and Xuanyi only felt that the black mist and pale sand grains were coming towards him.

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