And their hair, before they touched that person, was directly turned into ashes by the divine power on that person!

For a while, the entire beach was densely packed with ghost corpses!

Among all of them, the most shocked were Huang Qingwan and Mo Zun.

In the Cangyi Temple, there are some secrets that can only be known after becoming a godmaster.

In the temple of the gods, there are portraits of the ancestors of the ages, and only the gods can see the portraits.

Mo Zun looked at the silver-haired man who was like a fairy, stepping on the waves, and walked out of the beach without panic, and in his blue eyes, a touch of surprise flashed in an instant.

"Ancestor Fusang-" He naturally never thought that the ancestor of the distant era would actually live to the present!

In the main temple, there are detailed records of every ancestor, and Fusang is no exception.

Mo Jiu was also shocked, that man, was that the ancestor of their Cangyi Temple?

Isn't it, a long time ago with the goddess of laurel, died in the Supreme Heavenly Palace?

Now, what's going on?

Fusang came on the soft sea sand, where he passed, there were no footprints, and those silver eyes, as always, concealed a bit of sadness that could not be dissolved-

He stood on the sea sand, his silver eyes swept away, and then fell on the body of Huang Qingwan, who was dressed in a red dress.

After looking at her for a long time, he finally spoke, "After so many years, I didn't know that there was you between me and Xiao Mo." ”

Huang's heart suddenly hurt violently.

All this happened too suddenly, although she had a hundred reasons to believe that this was the conspiracy of the fierce god, and Fusang in front of her didn't know why, so she was uncontrollable and wanted to get closer.

"Is it called Xiao Xiaomo? All these years, as a father, you have suffered-" Fusang said, and took a few steps closer to the phoenix.

Everyone was in shock, the silver-haired man on the beach, full of divine power, incomparably pure, and powerful coercion, as if he had imprisoned a void, making them feel that their legs were like they were filled with lead, unable to move.

Huang Qingwan didn't know what kind of power it was, emanating from Fusang's body, making her can't help but get close to Fusang.

She had just taken two steps when a hand pulled her back beside her.

"Ji Bangyue, what are you doing!" Among this group of people, only Ying Chengcheng seemed to be the most sober, she grabbed Huang Qing's wrist tightly, pulled her back, and said, "That silver-haired man, very weird, don't go." ”

Ying Chengcheng is really worried about Huang Qingwan, even if she still thinks that Huang Qingwan is Ji Bangyue, after listening to Fusang's words, although she is confused, seeing Huang Qingwan's appearance, she still reflexively pulled her back.

No matter when, Ji Bangyue is her good friend and has never changed.

Huang Qingwan was pulled by her like this, and suddenly his brain cleared up a lot.

She was stunned, only to feel that her blood was boiling, and the power that attracted her in Fusang's body was very similar to the power of blood fetters.

"Xiao Xiaomo, are you unwilling to forgive your father?" Seeing her stop, Fusang took another step closer to her, his voice was very light, but with an unparalleled temptation, "I am the most powerful god in the world, back then, it was me who was sorry for Xiao Mo, I will, do everything I can, resurrect Xiao Mo, our family, after endless years, we can finally be together, come on, Xiao Xiaomo, all these years, I owe you for my father, I will pay it back-"