More than half an hour has passed, Huang Qingwan and his party are only approaching the halfway up the mountain, the Buddha and Demon Flowers are flying all over the mountain, Fusang is still standing quietly under the Buddha and Demon Flower Tree, a pair of silver eyes, has been quietly watching the direction of Huang Qingwan.

As for the two Buddha cultivators, Fusang had already selectively ignored them.

The blood moon in the night sky seems to have become more demonic red, the cold red light is sprinkled down, the light is cold and misty, halfway up the mountainside, you can't see the Supreme Heavenly Palace on the top of Shenzhou, the light of the blood moon is intertwined with the red light emitted by the boulders in the Supreme Heavenly Palace, which is obviously very beautiful, but it makes people feel frightened.

It wasn't until he saw Huang Qingtuan and his party that he finally moved.

"Who is that person?" Qingge, who was following Huang Qingwan, saw Fusang at a glance, the man, like a fairy, standing quietly under the Buddha and Demon Flower Tree, his silver robe dancing in the wind, clean, beautiful, not stained with a trace of dust, the whole person, just like an ice lotus blooming on the other side of the river.

Huang Qingwan was also stunned, and even stopped her steps, standing in the tall grass, although the grass here was lower, but it also reached her waist.

"Ouch-" Xiao Hei had been chasing after her, and the phoenix suddenly stopped, and it slammed into it.

Huang Qingwan's body is extremely strong, Xiao Hei bumped into it, and a big bag suddenly rose on his head, and it grinned in pain, and almost began to complain about Huang Qingwan again.

Damn, it hurts to death.

Time seemed to be silent for a century, and in the air, there was only the sound of the wind whistling by.

Fusang just looked at her quietly, and even the sadness in his silver eyes receded.

After a long time, he finally spoke, his voice was very shallow, it sounded like a spring breeze, which made people very comfortable, "I've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

Huang stared at him lightly, although she had guessed before, she was not sure.

That silver-haired man, really, is Fuso?

What does it mean for Fuso to appear here?

Huang looked at him lightly, and the steps under his feet subconsciously moved a step back.

Her small gesture immediately fell into Fusang's eyes.

In those calm silver eyes, suddenly, there was a wave of water.

He took a step forward and stopped, his eyes always fell on Huang Qingwan's body, and after a long time, he asked faintly, "Why are you retreating?" ”

Huang squinted her eyes, there were many things about Fusang, and they were just her guesses.

The Fusang in front of him, up and down his body, is flowing with extremely pure power, not spiritual power, yes, very powerful divine power.

More powerful than ever when Huang Qing saw him.

For Huang Qingwan, the fog shrouded in Fusang is being peeled away layer by layer, perhaps, the closer to the truth, the more cruel it is.

Fusang took another step towards the phoenix, and when he saw the cold gaze in her eyes, he stopped again.

"Are you afraid of me?" He asked, and there was a hint of sadness in his tone.

Huang Qingwan really hurt a little, and meeting Fusang at the top of Shenzhou made her suspicions all the time more affirmative.

However, the Fusang in front of him was as pure as an ice lotus, innocent, with a bit of indelible sadness, as if a phoenix would take another step back and ruin his entire world.