"Sooner or later, one day, I, Wang Qiusheng, can rely on my own strength to make my voice heard in this world."

"Instead of being a container for those nasty guys."

"The world is big..."

"There's always a place for me."

Wang Qiusheng kept muttering to himself, dragging his tired body, step by step, walking on the wasteland.

It wasn't until he saw the dragon corpse in the distance that his eyes gradually widened.

"I'll just say..."

"People don't stay unlucky..."

"Dragon Corpse !!"

He let out a cry of excitement!

A whole dragon, what a boost it will give him!

Thinking of this, Wang Qiusheng's heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate, he subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and raised his head tremblingly, gently stroking the white dragon scales.

It seems that every piece of dragon scale is a peerless treasure in this world.

"Dragon's Blood..."

"The dragon's blood actually overflowed and covered the dragon's scales!"

"If you delay any longer, it's easy to dry!"

Wang Qiusheng frowned slightly, looking at the blood stains on the dragon scales with a reluctant expression, and then gritted his teeth, lay down directly, and licked hard.

And then...

"Phew!"

"Why is it fishy!"

Wang Qiusheng's expression changed suddenly, he spit out the blood in his mouth, and couldn't help but scold.

As the voice fell, he sniffed carefully again, and his face became even more ugly: "Which stupid blessed person died on the dragon corpse, and before he died... Scared !! ”

He roared in anger!

But the person concerned could no longer apologize to him.

Wang Qiusheng had a gloomy face, walked to the tail of the dragon, lifted the huge tail of the dragon, and dragged it very hard.

After half a minute, the dragon corpse was dragged by it for a distance of one meter.

"I... Golden Immortals..."

"Why are you so weak?"

"As long as I know two spells, I can easily drag the corpse up with the power of the fairy!"

Wang Qiusheng looked irritable.

In the end, he still firmly believes that hard work can make up for his shortcomings!

And don't say it!

As his injuries recovered, he was dragging faster and faster, and he could even start trotting!

It took him several hours before he disappeared into the ice field with the huge dragon corpse, and he didn't know where to go.

It was getting dark.

A cold wind blew, carrying a faint smell of blood.

Snowflakes fall in the sky.

Not surprisingly, it would take up to three days here for the snow to re-cover and eventually bury the bodies.

In the years that followed, the ice fields were still there, the icebergs were the same, but people...

But it will disappear into the long river of history.

Even the history books may not record how many mortals, and even immortals, were buried under this plain.

When the 'immortal' body dies, the treatment he 'enjoys' is the same as that of mortals... And what's the difference.

It's just how fast the corpse decomposes.

The ice fields are silent.

Fu Hu, who had left before, didn't know when, and came back again.

It's just that compared to before, Fuhu now seems to be quieter, with no joy or sadness on his face.

He walked aimlessly across the plains.

Until a certain moment.

He seemed to have just come back to life, and looked at a corpse in the distance with some surprise, his body trembling slightly.

"Zhantan Buddha..."

He quickened his steps, and in a few steps he came to the corpse, his eyes still showing disbelief.

"Dead?"

"Really dead?"

His expression was a little complicated, with a slight smile on his face, but his eyes were so sad.

"Buddha..."

"Is this what you call the 'Fa'?"

"But you're dead yourself..."

"Shall I continue to follow the path you have taken?"

"Hahahaha!"

"Why are you dying!!"

"You're going to die!"

Fu Hu looked like crazy, smiling stupidly, and the whole person was completely confused.

It's like the road I've worked hard to pursue all my life...

But one day, it was suddenly confirmed that all this was wrong.

Moreover, it has been confirmed repeatedly.

A tear fell silently from the corner of the tiger's eye.

He struggled to his feet, his eyes turning from madness to composure, until finally to indifference.

"The path you told is right!"

"Yes, there must be nothing wrong."

"The reason why you will die is because your heart is not cold enough, and you are not decisive enough to face the enemy."

"If I'm more ruthless than you, and my heart is darker..."

"You'll be able to stand at the top."

"The previous me... After all, I still care too much about my dignity and identity. ”

At this moment, Fu Hu seemed to understand something, and laughed again, but his smile was full of coldness.

"With your life..."

"Continue my way."

"I'll go down this road for you."

Fu Hu spoke lightly, raised his foot, and stepped on the chest of Tang Sanzang's corpse.

But soon, his brow furrowed again.

"That's not right..."

"There is no Buddha power in the muscles at all..."

"With the strength of the Buddha, even if he is dead, the power of the Buddha will not dissipate so quickly!"

"What's the problem?"

Fu Hu frowned, kept muttering to himself, and his eyes gradually became solemn.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Fu Hu was still not impatient, but fell into deep meditation.

Wisps of pale golden light emanated from behind themselves.

A moment.

A flash of light flashed through Fu Hu's mind.

"Golden Cicada..."

"The six-winged golden cicada..."

"The golden cicada is out of its shell!"

Fu Hu's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but look at the corpse on the side again, which no longer had the slightest meaning, and he didn't know whether it was joy or sadness for a while.

In just one hour, he had just come out of the blow and was once again determined to move forward.

But now he was told...

People are not dead!

You've chosen the wrong path again!

It's better to honestly return to the golden cicada and continue to be his dog!

"Now that I've found my way to be a human being..."

"I don't want to go back to being a dog."

"Buddha..."

"If I want to go your way, then I can only ask you to die."

Fu Hu stood in place, muttering to himself.

For a while, the aura in his body surged again, and it seemed that he was only one step away from breaking through the Great Luo Realm.

"Sure enough."

"I made the right choice."

"I will soon and will also enter the Great Luo Realm."

"And I have a hunch that as long as I can kill you with my own hands, I will completely replace you as a pioneer on this road."

"Buddha..."

"I can't wait to crush your head."

At this moment, Fu Hu's eyes were full of greed.

He licked his lips.

In the light of the Buddha behind him, there was a certain inexplicable emotion, and there was no previous gentleness and uprightness.

"Hehe..."

"The golden cicada sheds its shell, although it does not die."

"But presumably you're now... It's also a serious injury. ”

"Where would you hide your 'shell'?"

Fu Hu grinned, his gaze hideous, perfectly placing himself in the darkness.