Qingge behind him looked at Huang Qingwan's eyes, which were extremely weird at this time, as if Huang Qingwan had caused a love debt somewhere.

Huang Qingwan really hurt very much, his eyes fell on Fusang, and for a while, he didn't know what to say.

The whole person seemed to be in a fugue, and I didn't know what was going on in her heart.

"Strange, this silver-haired, I don't think I've seen it somewhere." At this time, Xiao Hei jumped out from behind Huang Qingyun again, stared at a pair of big monkey eyes, stared at Fusang and said.

When Huang Qingwan took Jiang Wenjing's corpse to the Begonia Mountains, Xiao Hei followed him all the way, and naturally saw Fusang.

It's just that many years have passed, and its memory is a little blurry.

The two parties were at a stalemate for a moment, and His Majesty the Demon Emperor and Ji Xiaohu also followed at this time, and the two did not get too close, hiding behind a huge Buddha and Demon Flower Tree in the distance and watching.

Feng Qiwu and Ji Xiaohu didn't know Fusang, at this time, when they saw the silver-haired Fusang, they inexplicably felt that the blood in their bones was cold, and a very bad feeling extended from the blood.

I can't tell what the bad is.

"That silver-haired man seems to know Yueyue." Ji Xiaohu stared at the direction of Huang Qingwan and whispered.

Feng Qiwu kept his eyes calm, and kept pulling Ji Xiaohu's sleeves tightly in his hands, and he didn't let go of them at all.

That silver-haired man, who looked, was very powerful, and the breath flowing out of his body was not spiritual power, but divine power!

In this day and age, really, is there still a god?

Or is it because this is the top of Shenzhou and the environment of ancient times has been preserved, so there is a god?

He didn't understand so much, but he didn't show up rashly, and in the top of Shenzhou, even Feng Qiwu didn't dare to mess around.

It's rare that in such a place, he, a super road idiot, didn't get lost.

Also, I don't know how many wrong directions he ran along the way, if he hadn't been pulled back by the little fox every time, I don't know which forest he was in now.

"Is this the group of spiritual cultivators? Dare to sit back and reap the benefits of the fisherman! I'm really impatient! At this moment, the three Holy Masters who had been chasing after him all the way also arrived.

It was the Holy Lord of Kaiyang who spoke.

His whole body was shrouded in golden light, and listening to the voice, he was an old man.

Behind the light on his body, those cold eyes were staring at Huang Qingwan coldly and ruthlessly.

In just a moment, the distance between them and Huang Qingwan was only more than fifty meters.

The Kaiyang Holy Lord walked in the front, every step he took, the ground under his feet seemed to tremble, and Huang Qingwan was facing away from them, and from the spiritual power on the Kaiyang Holy Lord, he could detect that this was a seventh-order overlord realm spiritual cultivator, very strong!

It's just that in front of Huang Qingwan, it's nothing.

After all, between them, there is a great realm of saints.

Huang Qing killed him, it was a matter of minutes, but now that Fusang was in front, she didn't want to do it rashly.

Qingge glanced back, only to see that the Heavenly Pivot Holy Lord was coming closely following the Kaiyang Holy Lord, and that gloomy aura instantly made the blood all over her body condense.

couldn't help but take a step closer to Huang, not knowing whether the silver-haired man was friend or foe, and the three holy masters behind him would definitely make them unbearable.

After all, the realm of Qingge is only in the eighth-order king.