Like her, you will be sad.

This sentence in the illusion came out of Shaoyi's mouth again after more than 20,000 years.

Fu Cang looked at him quietly for a while, no matter how he looked at it, Shaoyi was an ordinary young god monarch, no matter how outstanding his qualifications were, even if he was born in the Qingyang clan, the way of heaven and earth was irreversible, and his age was limited, and his means and cultivation could not be much.

But he prefers to have so many scheming and tricks.

The misfortune of Emperor Zhongshan in the early years can be described as the laughing stock of the god world, because of the dragon princess, Fu Cang deliberately paid attention, if she was injured at a young age, it was about the time when she was taken captive to the Tongshan clan, how old was Shaoyi at that time? 20,000 years old? How did the 20,000-year-old Qingyang Clan Divine Monarch know that she would suffer such a huge trauma, so he provided the phoenix heart feather?

Or is it that all this has been planned a long time ago? Shaoyi used the phoenix heart feather to contain the dragon princess and threaten Xiaolongjun and Zhongshan Emperor, so the two of them suddenly disappeared, and now she is also in his hands - the Qingyang clan wants to take revenge and wipe out the Candleyin clan at the juncture of chaos in the upper and lower realms?

Such a meticulous and thoughtful plan, presumably there is the emperor of the Qingyang clan behind it, this clan has always lived in a simple place, low-key, very mysterious, poor Sang City has almost no outsiders for countless years, has it been arranging these plans inside?

"I'm still in a hurry to go back. Shaoyi's voice was gentle, "Senior Brother Fucang, how about we say goodbye?"

Rush back? Rush back to the Poor Sang City above the Nine Heavens? The golden dragon on Fucang's side bounced into the clouds, and said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, I can't catch you without hurting you." ”

The scabbard was raised, a sharp wind was crossed, and it hit Shaoyi's chin, he held Xuanyi with both hands, and had to take two steps back, and suddenly heard the sound of the wind behind him, he rose against the wind, and avoided the danger, but saw that the golden dragon was several times larger than usual, the huge mouth was open, the head and tail swayed, and he rolled in the air and swam again, intending to swallow him.

This is a golden dragon turned into a pure Jun sword, and if it is swallowed, I am afraid that it will be difficult to come out.

Shaoyi was dressed in rags, and once again narrowly avoided the golden dragon, Leng Buding Fucang threw out the scabbard, and suddenly turned into a small golden dragon, as fast as a meteor, wrapped around his legs, and dragged downward, the howling wind blew his long hair up, and the huge golden dragon opened his mouth from the bottom to the top and swallowed it.

Shaoyi's long sleeves shook and rushed into the sea of clouds, but at this time, he could no longer hold Xuanyi with both hands, so he had to wrap his waist with one hand, and with a flick of his fingertips, the feather long knife with a faint blue firelight suddenly slashed towards the golden dragon. The fire was fast, the two golden lights were faster, and the golden dragon from the scabbard once again wrapped around his legs, throwing his body high, and the huge golden dragon followed closely behind, and the dragon's tail swung, and the golden mouth was close in front of him.

Such a powerful Shaoyi barely flew to dodge, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a snow-colored figure coming from the wind, and then there was a shock on his shoulder, and the arm that grabbed Xuanyi was a little out of strength, and he couldn't help but let go of her. His sleeves fluttered like wings, and with a gentle tudge on her, she fell back into his arms like a feather from the outstretched hand of Fucang.

Fang sighed, and suddenly felt that there was a sound of wind surging in his back, Shaoyi was about to dodge again, but who knew that his body suddenly tightened, and the golden dragon turned into a scabbard tied him like a rope, the sea of clouds suddenly broke, and the golden dragon flew in front of him, he hurriedly thought the mantra, a barrier fell in front of him, and the golden dragon hit the might, and the barrier made a crisp cracking sound, but it was not broken for a while.

Shaoyi quickly erected a new barrier, looked at Fucang and sighed: "Senior Brother Fucang, you arrested me, do you want to send me to the Criminal Department?"

The golden dragon walked around the barrier, and Fu Cang said lightly: "As soon as the edict of the heavens and demons is issued, there is no difference between identity and race. Imprisoning colleagues without authorization, ignoring the righteousness of heaven and earth, is a torture of thunder and thunder for thirty-three days, and the Qingyang clan is inevitably too bold. ”

Shaoyi said quietly: "The way of heaven is ruthless, and the gods are now crusading against the demon clan, just to maintain the order of heaven and earth. And if this matter leaks out, the little loach is afraid that her life will be lost faster, and you must not be happy to see her fall, right?"

...... What is the connection between the two?

With a flip of Fu Cang's wrist, the golden dragon turned into thousands of tides and pounced on the barrier in all directions.

Suddenly, a faintly angry shout sounded in the distance: "Fucang!"

Fu Cang didn't look back, and the tide-like golden light didn't hesitate for a moment, and he was about to crush the barrier, and an incomparably huge golden dragon rushed to the ground like lightning, wrapping Shaoyi's barrier and protecting it tightly, and those golden light tides hit the golden dragon, making a terrible roar, and the sea of clouds was blown apart by the hurricane.

Fucang paused for a moment, and finally turned around and saluted: "...... Father. ”

The face of the Qing Emperor, who came in a hurry, was grim, and when he saw that he still didn't withdraw his pure sword qi, his brows couldn't help frowning even deeper: "Kill your colleagues! What are you doing?!"

Originally, because the lords of the lower realm were not as active as before recently, and began to hide their whereabouts, he had the heart to go to Ding Maobu to see the situation of Fucang, he should have woken up after sleeping for more than ten days, and the way of the sword must have been understood, so he naturally had to mention it. Unexpectedly, when he arrived at Ding Maobu, he was not there, he followed the traces of Qingqi all the way, and without thinking about it, he bumped into his colleague killer.

What kind of eyesight Emperor Qingdi has, he has already seen that the goddess caught in the arms of the Qingyang clan is the princess of the Candleyin clan who is entangled with Fucang, and he is even more unhappy in his heart, even if he has never interfered in Fucang's private affairs, but he must not watch his child go down the wrong path for a goddess.

"Collect your sword. The Blue Emperor sank his face in a rare manner.

Fu Cang was silent for a long time, then turned his back again, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I can't do it." ”

The tide of golden light surrounded and wrapped the golden dragon of the Blue Emperor along with the barrier, and with a wave of his long sleeves, he heard a loud noise, and the barrier was crushed, and the sword sheath dragon circled around like a meteor in it, and Shaoyi had disappeared.

His complexion changed suddenly, Hua Xu's sword gasification dragon and sword qihua tide were surrounded by two layers, how did Shaoyi run?

The golden dragon turned into a peachwood sword and flew back into the hands of the Qing Emperor, there was also a trace of surprise on his face, even he didn't pay attention to when the young Qingyang clan escaped, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Fu Cang taking Chunjun back into the sheath, and the Qing Emperor frowned and said: "Fu Cang, you have never been impulsive, what happened this time?"

Fu Cang took a deep breath, and Shaoyi's words flashed through his mind: Don't you want to see her fall?

He had an intuition in his heart, but he could only understand that it was better not to say anything about it.

When he opened his eyes again, the turbidity of the mortal world filled the clouds in the sky, like a black fire burning the sky, and it was also like his heart at the moment, violent and unable to calm down.

Above the nine heavens, the ethereal and poor Mulberry City.

He summoned the nine lions, bowed to the Green Emperor, and wanted to leave without saying a word.

The reins were caught, and Emperor Qing frowned tightly, and said unhappily: "If you are entangled with that princess of the Candle Yin clan to this realm, I am afraid that you will not be able to end well in the future." In the future, you will inherit the position of the Green Emperor, and you will be in the heavens and the earth in the four wildernesses, so why worry that there is no better goddess? ”

Fu Cang said in a low voice: "Mother failed to succeed in the reincarnation tribulation of hundreds of lifetimes, and the soul was broken and dissipated, and my father created a sword qi to transform the shadow and collect the soul body to protect it in the peach wood sword, so it is natural that this idea is also persistent. ”

Emperor Qing frowned and looked at him, and sighed: "Your mother is about to be destroyed, I have to be like this, what are you for? Fu Cang, the princess of the Candle Yin clan has changed your tortured temperament, this clan has always been evil and reckless, I am afraid that it is not a good match, if she has no intention of you, how is it different from forcibly imprisoning you like this?"

"She is the same in my heart as my mother is in my father's heart. Fu Cang slowly but resolutely drew the reins.

Chase and shelter, this is Huaxu's.

For some reason, Fu Cang suddenly remembered that a long time ago, when he was dealing with the Wujiang Fairy with the Dragon Princess in the Nether, he handed over the Chunjun Sword to her and casually said a nonsense, but now that he thinks about it, he actually said a prophecy.

Unswerving to death, pure Jun is the proof.

(Zilang Literature)