The hazy silver moon of the Nether has hung on the branches, a thin and curved line, just like the two thin eyebrows of the banshee opposite at this moment.

Green Pine Gang, cool breeze night, in the pavilion woven by pine branches, the elegant white-clothed god monarch reclined on the pavilion pillar, and his cold eyes were looking at the uninvited beautiful banshee opposite.

Over the years, this situation has been too common, everywhere he goes, almost every night, there will be different banshees to hook up and seduc, Fu Cang has become so used to the point that he won't even move his eyelids.

The banshee in front of him looked like a tree demon, Chunjun didn't move, she wasn't a demon, he looked away without interest, looking at the thin eyebrows on the branch.

"There was a legend handed down in ancient times, can you be interested in hearing about it?"

The banshee tried to get closer to him, but when she saw that he didn't react, she happily snuggled up to the slender and powerful body and sat down, and whispered: "In ancient times, there was a priestess who took a boat from Yishui to Yanyang, and there was a goddess of salt water who was obsessed, and the goddess was so ruthless that he made the goddess tie her waist with green silk and shoot her with arrows. Fucang Shenjun, the man in the world, is it so ruthless no matter whether it is a man, a god or a demon?"

She dared to touch his jade-like cheeks, and the cold light flashed in front of her eyes, and the sword of the sky, Chunjun, was held in front of her by the white-clothed god monarch, her face was pale, and she took a few steps back, but she heard him say lightly: "I only know that there is a demon clan here now who claims to be the demon king of the Emperor of the Emperor, and he robbed the daughter of the god of Yishui, where is he?"

The banshee immediately turned into a cloud of yin wind and roared away: "I can't say it, I will be killed!

Fu Cang did not move, and continued to test every inch of land within a radius of thousands of miles with his divine power.

Two thousand years have passed, and twelve of the eighteen ancient princes have been killed, and the remaining six have been completely obedient, and some have not absorbed the turbidity, so they will be let go for the time being. Although there are still quite a few remnants of the demons in the Nether Realm now, most of them are scattered demons, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

As early as a thousand years ago, the edict of the heavens to slay demons had been withdrawn, and the upper realm had gradually returned to the days of singing and dancing before the sea of hatred.

The peace was all bought by the sacrifice of a princess in the sea of hatred, although she herself had no awareness of it.

Chunjun held it in his hand, much colder than before, Fu Cang spied into it with his divine thoughts, and the slender figure in a soft silk robe was still asleep, sleeping for two thousand years, and still not waking up?

Fu Cang frowned and took a breath, when Xuanyi slept in the Heavenly Palace for eight months, there was no sign of waking up, the sentimental Zhongshan Emperor's tears every day can be filled with buckets, even if Xuanyi became a savior after being announced to the world, it could not restore the emperor's fragile heartache.

Later, Emperor Bai Ze, who had always been unreliable, came up with an idea that looked even more unreliable, and said that Xuanyi was placed in a place with rich pure qi, which was very beneficial to her. If it comes to the strongest pure qi, it is naturally in the pure Jun sword that consumed countless divine power and treasures to build, which means that Xuanyi is installed in the sword and will wake up one day.

Fucang always suspected that this was Emperor Bai Ze's nonsense, probably in order to appease Emperor Zhongshan who was on the verge of collapse, but even so, he still put the Dragon Princess into Chunjun, and since then he has accompanied him every day, day and night, and he really took it with him wherever he went.

Wake up quickly, he said that he had five lakes and four seas, three thousand views, and the ends of the earth, he didn't want to see it all alone, without her soft voice, it was too lonely.

The night wind is getting stronger, Fu Cang looks at the place where the wind rises, the faintly gray demon mist is reuniting, and Chunjun makes a low humming sound, it is the demon clan.

Since the edict of the Heavenly Demon Slayer was withdrawn, the war department of Yuhua Hall was also withdrawn, and the former war general establishment was restored, and he was assigned to the command of Emperor Ziwei, who was specifically responsible for killing the remnants of the demon clan.

A few days ago, the god of Yishui handed over the letter to Nantianmen, saying that his daughter was taken away by a demon who claimed to be the Demon King of the Emperor, and he took the case and went around near Yishui for three days, and finally waited for the demon king to come out.

As the demon mist became more and more, the humming sound of Chunjun became louder and louder, Fu Cang threw it out, and the small golden light was countless faster than before, and suddenly turned into a golden tide, almost covering the entire Yishui, the gray demon mist was so frightened that it immediately retracted into the dark, and the tide turned into a small golden dragon again, followed by zigzag around the mountain col, and sure enough, there was a cave in the belly of the mountain.

The golden dragon suddenly became huge, and when his head smashed through the cave mansion, he bit the demon king who had nowhere to escape, and before he could push a few feet on the ground, he screamed and turned into black ashes. Chunjun rolled up in a mess, the demons he had encountered over the years were too weak, and it was too unpleasant.

As soon as Fu Cang's thoughts moved, the golden dragon quickly circled around the cave, broke open a vermilion door, and a woman's exclamation came from inside, and her body was full of pure energy, presumably it was the daughter of the god of Yishui.

The golden dragon opened its huge mouth and gently bit the Yishui Goddess, she didn't have time to call out the second exclamation, only to feel that the foreground was extremely changing, and the next moment it fell in a pavilion made of pine branches, the silver moon was like a hook, and the white-clothed god in the pavilion was handsome and elegant, and he suddenly got up and saluted: "It's polite, I'll send the goddess back to the house of the water god." ”

The bright goddess blinked, and then blushed and hung her head.

Returning to the house of the god of water in Yishui, the god of water was very grateful, because he saw his daughter's cheeks flushed and her eyes flushed, and he peeked at the white-clothed god monarch opposite, he said: "Fucang Shenjun has been tired by Yishui for three days, if you don't dislike the simplicity of our house, please rest for one night." ”

Originally, he didn't have much hope, Fu Cang is the only son of the Qing Emperor, the god of the upper realm, and he became famous because he solved the hidden danger of leaving the sea of hatred back then, and it was probably impossible to fall in love with him, the daughter of the little water god, who knew that this noble god monarch actually bowed his head: "So it will trouble the water god." ”

There is hope! The father and daughter of the water priest are overjoyed.

After being entertained by the unusually enthusiastic Shuishen family, Fu Cang returned to the guest room, sat cross-legged on the soft shell bed, and stroked the cold Chunjun in his hand. Because of the killing of the demon clan in the nether realm, he hasn't seen the dragon princess for three days, and the water god's mansion is clear, no more turbid than the nether, so he can finally take a look at her.

Reciting the mantra, the soft and slender body fell into her arms, and Fu Cang brushed the messy hair from her face with her fingertips and stared down. Her hair had grown again, but the dragon scales had not yet grown, but he could detect a faint trace of her swaying divine power, which had been there since two hundred years ago.

It's like a newborn candle yin dragon god.

He bowed his head and kissed her on the forehead, so the hopeful and delicately dressed Yishui Divine Maiden just came in and saw the scene: the white-clothed Divine Monarch was holding a goddess who appeared out of nowhere in his arms, and she was extremely affectionate.

She almost cried, but when she saw the beautiful and charming face of the goddess, she really cried.

Seeing her trespassing in the guest room like this, Fu Cang couldn't help frowning, and her always charming voice suddenly cooled: "What's the matter with the goddess?"

The Yishui Priestess choked with tears: "No, it's okay...... I'm here to deliver refreshments......"

Fu Cang Fang wanted to get up, the body in Leng Buding's arms moved slightly, the thick long eyelashes trembled a few times, the eyes that had been closed for two thousand years slowly opened, and the eyes that had been closed for two thousand years slowly opened, and the eyes that were still blank and scattered fell on his face, and he stared quietly for a long time, and then, he heard her heavenly voice ringing in his ears: "Senior Brother Fu Cang." ”

His heart, which had always been cold and hard, was trembling violently at this time, and his arms were spread out, and he hugged her tightly.

I don't know how long it took, but I heard her heavenly voice sound again: "Where's the refreshment?"

(Zilang Literature)