She bit the tip of her tongue and was about to spew out the ice barrier, Fu Cang had already exhaled in one breath, blowing the black mist and white sand scattered all over the ground, but in an instant they were again in one place, and the faint levitation rotated, gradually condensing into a statue of a goddess.

Unlike the rough priests outside, this statue was no different from the true god, with eyebrows like green feathers, a bewitching appearance, and a long apricot ribbon tied around its slender and slender neck.

It seems that this is what Liusang's appearance looks like.

Xuanyi's brows furrowed, what kind of ghost corpse is this?!Not only can she move, but she can also speak, and she is carved and chiseled as a statue of a god with sand grains, Shaoyi's bastard should not lie to her?

The emperor saw that the sand grains condensed into the appearance of the flowing mulberry, so he no longer cared about them, the long sleeves were shaken again, the sand grain was turned into white sand and the black mist dispersed, he stood up, the agate phoenix with the braid pendant hit the pearl inlaid in the clothes, making a crisp sound, he slowly paced in the wood-fire sycamore forest, and then leisurely chanted: "The phoenix is singing, in the high hill." The sycamore is born, and the sun rises in the sun. ”

Fu Cang stared at him for a long time, and said in a low voice: "His corpse is entangled by obsession and fused with turbidity, there should be no thoughts, only a little memory remains." ”

Now the entire black mist and turbidity of the Sea of Hatred are entangled with Shaoyi's huge obsession for survival, so those demons who have sucked the fragments and become demons can have such a ferocious healing ability, so those bones that are piled up in the Sea of Hatred will become monsters.

He had waited for a long time in Lihatehai, and with Shaoyi's thoughtful arrangement, he speculated that he would use some method to dismiss the generals guarding the big array, so that he could attack Lihatehai, and when the demonic mist of Zichou Dajun swept in, he knew that this was his means.

If those monarchs who have sucked up the fragments end up devouring their minds one by one, the consequences must be very serious, and Shaoyi can still communicate with obsession to control them before, and when this control disappears completely, I am afraid that the monarchs who have lost their sanity will start to make a big fuss.

As long as there is this corpse entangled with obsession, no matter how many demons are killed, it will be a palliative rather than a cure.

Fu Cang dragged Xuanyi's arm, pulled her to the corner of a sand-grained wood fire sycamore, and said, "Stay here, don't move." ”

Because he knew that she would be disobedient, he lowered his face and said, "If you move, I will lock you up in Chunjun for a hundred years." ”

He always threatens her with all kinds of fierce means! Xuanyi stood with his arms folded with a straight face, like a statue of a sand god, but this appearance made a little smile rise in his eyes, and dispelled a trace of gloom.

Fu Cang raised his hand to straighten her gold ring, which was always crooked, his fingertips slid down the soft arc of his cheeks, and his palm was attached to it, and he whispered, "Be obedient." ”

The emperor in the forest had sat down under the tree again, playing a staccato tune again. Why don't you continue to attack?With a hint of temptation, the tiny golden dragon once again ran over the shoulders of the Divine Monarch, cutting off his braid that was entwined with the golden thread, and the agate phoenix fell under the tree.

The minor key was disconnected, and the emperor's gaze fell on Fu Cang, and he stared intently for a moment, and his brows furrowed even tighter: "Changyu? ”

The black mist and white sand swept in the sky, more ferocious than before, Fu Cang erected a barrier, and before those sand particles and black mist turned into statues, they blew away, and suddenly the black light flashed in front of him, and with a loud bang, the barrier was smashed by a pitch-black feather long knife, and the fire of destruction that was supposed to wrap around the blade turned into a swirling black mist at this time - it must not be scratched by such a thick turbidity.

The golden dragon turned into thousands of tides and spread out, smashing the feather long knife, the emperor jumped up, suspended in the air and let the sword gas turn into tide, raised his hand, and the long knife reappeared in his palm. He stared at Fucang for a long time, his eyes were gloomy, and with a sudden wave of his hand, the ground began to crack inch by inch, and the black mist like a tongue of fire evaporated from the crack, and his figure flashed, colliding with the golden tide.

Xuanyi only felt that the ground trembled violently, and a thick black mist roared up like a dragon, and the gorgeous hall behind him, the wood-fire and sycamore courtyard intertwined with gold and green in front of him, like a torn painting, gradually turned into pale wild sand, this poor mulberry city condensed by sand grains is collapsing and disintegrating, and the sand grains are rolling down like a waterfall.

The emperor in mid-air was fighting with the tide of sword gasification, the Qingyang clan was already flexible and fluttering, and the emperor's black figure was like lightning bolts, swimming back and forth between the gaps in the tide, and the black mist wrapped the tide layer by layer like a fire, and was washed by the golden light again and again.

Gotta find a way to get him to stop.

With a flick of Xuanyi's fingertips, several ice walls fell silently beside the emperor, tightening layer by layer, the emperor turned sideways, coldly bumped into the ice wall, and the fleeting figure was forced to stop for a moment, and the sword qi tide surged in all directions, shattering the ice wall, and also swallowing the Xuanyi figure.

Xuanyi stepped forward quickly, and suddenly saw a pitch-black phoenix forcibly breaking through the golden tide, and hurriedly circled several times in the middle of the black mist, and turned into a human body after landing, and took two steps back with a slight stagger, covering the ribs with one hand, and the turbidity bubbling between his fingers, which was grabbed by Hua Xu's sword qi, and the wound took a moment to heal.

...... It doesn't seem to be as strong as expected, and it's really because the spirit is not there.

Xuanyi was about to freeze this corpse and torture it fiercely, when she suddenly felt a blue light mixed with the sound of the wind smashing a few inches at her feet, splashing countless white sand, which was actually a Chunjun scabbard, and Fucang not far away stared at her with cold eyes, she had to take two steps back, and continued to hold her arms and pretend to be a sand grain god statue.

The tide converged into a huge golden dragon, the golden light flashed, the huge mouth bit the emperor, pushed him on the sand for more than a dozen zhang, and then took off, the dragon's mouth loosened, the body quickly curled up, and the emperor was rolled in it, and it was about to be rolled up immediately.

Between the lightning and flint, two pairs of jet-black Dijiang wings drilled out of the sand, and the four wings folded strangely, hugging the golden dragon tightly, and the huge head of the Feng clan suddenly stretched out from behind the wings, and opened its mouth to bite Fucang.

He hurriedly avoided, suddenly felt the fierce wind behind him, immediately recited the mantra to set up a barrier, and there was a loud noise, I don't know what smashed the barrier, he was secretly frightened in his heart, he made a move of his hand, the scabbard fell in his palm, blocked behind his back, and threw a strong force on the scabbard, he slid forward a few steps with his strength, turned around suddenly, and couldn't help but gasp when he saw the vision clearly.

The bones of those powerful demons and demons hidden in the dark places away from the Sea of Hatred and had been arbitrarily thrown in by the Emperor of Heaven and Emperor Bai Ze were chaotically glued together in various strange appearances, and there were no less than dozens of them at a rough look.

...... It turned out that what was terrible was not that this Qingyang Emperor had lost his soul and left behind the obsessive corpse, but that he could control these earth-shattering monsters inside.

The golden dragon that entangled the emperor quickly rushed back and turned into a huge wave, blocking the crazy attacks of the group of monsters and the Feng Feng clan. The emperor fell on the sand, this time the wound healed very quickly, he stood up, suddenly felt the dense white snow fall like a shower, he seemed to be evoked some memory, turned his head and stared at Xuanyi not far away.

"Liusang?" the emperor called to her in astonishment.

can still move, proving that she can't freeze him completely. Xuanyi shook her divine power, the blizzard roared and raged, and for the first time she found that she could summon such a fierce blizzard, the emperor was frozen almost instantly, only her lips opened in surprise, and she was still calling her: "Liusang?"

Xuanyi said coldly: "I'm not Liusang, and you would have perished a long time ago." ”

With a flick of his fingertips, the huge ice dragon rolled the emperor up again, crushing his bones back and forth.

Hurry up! Hurry up and get rid of this corpse! Fu Cang is being pursued by that group of monsters, these earth-shattering monsters are even difficult to defeat the emperors, not to mention him, as long as the Feng clan roars, he will be seriously injured if he does not fall.

Xuanyi's brows furrowed, and suddenly another ice dragon roared out, turning into thousands of cold lights, repeatedly piercing this indelible corpse.

For some reason, she felt more and more exhausted, as if her divine power was being consumed extremely quickly. She raised her hand to recall the darkness of the candle, but there was no response to this summoning, and she was stunned to find that the darkness of the candle yin she had just released was quickly wrapped in turbidity, and most of it had turned into a black mist like the sea of hatred.

(Zilang Literature)