Red Cloud climbed the snow-capped temple of gods, and at the same time, it also meant that a new day had ushered in the land of the gods.

This night, nothing happened to the temporary station of the tomb guards, if there was any, that is, the old oxen pulling the cart were a little humming and chirping, and the ox cart would shake a few times from time to time, and the people outside thought that the cart was going to fall apart.

Dou Wuliang and several people also inquired about their identity as a god.

It turned out that the god was the son-in-law of the tomb guards, and the seven disciples of the bandit mountain sighed for a while, and they were as strong as the true gods had to crawl at the feet of the tomb guards.

Legend has it that the holy daughter of the tomb guarding clan, of course, has now become the patriarch of Bungka, is a rare anti-ancestor god descendant, and she has a very pure bloodline.

This is a very noble existence in the land of the gods of the blood-only theory.

In this way, it is not an insult to the gods, but as far as they know, there seem to be a lot of people who pay attention to the holy women of the tomb guarding clan!

Hongyun was at the head, the seven disciples of the bandit mountain bowed down and waited in front of the ox cart, Fang Shiyu walked out a little staggeringly, and was tossed by crying without tears last night, to be reasonable, shouldn't this kind of thing be taken by a man?

Fang Shiyu thought about the passive taste, and he couldn't say anything bitter.

"Good morning, master!"

The seven disciples of the bandit mountain were full of energy, which was in stark contrast to Fang Shiyu.

Fang Shiyu was stunned for a moment, okay, it seems that he received these rice buckets yesterday, he is immeasurable, it sounds good, but it is the name of the rice bucket.

Fang Shiyu waved his hand casually, which was regarded as a greeting.

As Fang Shiyu got out of the car, a girl from the tomb guard clan carried the water into the frame.

Fang Shiyu twisted his waist a little sour, and rose into the air to take a look at the whole picture of this world.

Fang Shiyu rose into the air, but it made the people below exclaim, the person who could fly in the land of the divine relics must not be an ordinary person.

Fang Shiyu also felt that invisibly, there was some kind of restraint imposed on him in heaven and earth, forcing him to not be able to use the Immortal Law and Martial Yuan, but the battle qi could be used at will, but Fang Shiyu didn't have much reserves for that thing.

The reason why he can control the sky unscrupulously relies on two things, the first is the bloodline energy in the underworld.

Originally, Fang Shiyu couldn't find it, but after the in-depth fusion with Xiao Si last night, he found that there was still an energy in his body that was no less than that of Immortal Dao and Martial Dao cultivation.

It turned out that this was the so-called divine blood, but Fang Shiyu felt that this thing might not be reliable, because he had captured Fang Rui's traces in it.

At this time, this bloodline energy was emitting a certain rhythm, echoing the snow-capped temple of gods on the high mountain in the distance.

"I see, flying is the right given by the Temple of the Gods, the purer the bloodline, the lighter the shackles, right? No, and my Martial Dao Golden Body, I have a feeling that there are things I need in the Temple of the Gods. ”

Fang Shiyu looked into the distance from top to bottom, and he found that this place of divine relics was really not big, and he could see the boundary wall in the distance as far as his eye could see.

The Land of the Divine Relic was only about half the size of a Martial Kingdom, and in Fang Shiyu's vision, he saw that on both sides of the river called the Divine River, one after another Divine Crystal Rice Fields were exuding a trace of golden light.

Many people have already begun to work in the fields, and near the mountain of the gods, there are small towns scattered one after another, and the small towns have curling smoke.

At this time, Xiao Si had finished washing, she changed back into her previous turquoise dress, and the back of her head was tied up in a woman's bun, her neck was white and slender, and her red lips were delicate, adding a bit of mature charm.

"Uncle, Miss asked you to come down!"

The maid beside Xiao Si shouted.

Fang Shiyu was stunned for a moment, too, if he flies again, he will fly out of boundary.

Fang Shiyu touched the kiss marks left on his neck last night, but he fell to the ground slowly.

Xiao Si said expressionlessly: "Yukong, it is a provocation to the owner of this territory, although you are strong, but it is better to keep a low profile, there are still some ancient gods who have been sleeping since ancient times." ”

Fang Shiyu nodded.

"Let's go!" Xiao Si stretched out his hand.

Fang Shiyu was stunned for a moment, Xiao Si's eyes froze, Fang Shiyu felt the breath of the phantom, and he had to stretch out his hand to hold Xiao Si's soft twing.

"Where?"

Xiao Si said: "Take a walk." ”

In this way, Fang Shiyu took Xiao Si's hand and walked at the front of the road, and the tomb guards behind him also set up camp to follow.

Fang Shiyu and Xiaosi are like a newlywed, no, in the eyes of the tomb guards behind them, they are newlyweds.

Along the way, Xiao Si also met many acquaintances, some of whom expressed sympathy for the plight of the tomb guards, and some well-wishers even took out a few bags of rice to give to the tomb guards.

Of course, Xiao Si was not hypocritical, and nodded to accept it.

After Fang Shiyu and the others passed through a small town, they finally came to the territory of the Aragami Gang.

On the way, Xiao Si also explained to Fang Shiyu.

The so-called Aragami Gang is actually a town formed by the Aragami bloodline, and the godchildren under the Aragami are united.

Here, everyone is in the same line as Aragami, so it's relatively peaceful.

In the time of the gods, the Aragami, the god of war, and the god of martial arts, were called the triosa.

The Aragami was the first to rise, leading the gods to fight out of the wilderness, establishing the acquired Shinto, and then the god of war and the god of martial arts completely established the opportunity of the gods.

Aragami disappeared the earliest, and when the Martial God rose, he had already disappeared in this world, but the bloodline and worshippers of Aragami were still there.

Some of them were the dependents of the Aragami in the past, and some of them also lit the divine fire later, and the legend has it that there were ancient gods sleeping in the Aragami Domain.

As an ancient inheritance race, the tomb guards have a friendship with the Aragami Leader.

Letting the tomb guards come to the Aragami Gang is actually a way back for them that Qinglong has found.

It's just that when Xiao Si handed over the greeting post that Qinglong had already prepared, the people of the Aragami Gang blocked them outside the town.

"Stop, outsiders are not welcome in the Aragami Domain!"

Standing in front of Xiao Si was a Desolate God Bloodline, this person's name was Desolate Wuliang, and of course in Fang Shiyu's eyes, he was a rice bucket.

He was eight feet tall, with bronze muscles stretched over his linen coat, and a cane with various animal bone fragments hanging in his hand, and his voice was loud, but he was dressed as a savage.

Xiao Si was two heads shorter than the other party, her eyes were clear, and she looked beyond the wilderness to the back and didn't dare to take the lead.

"Huang Wuji, come out! What kind of man is sneaky?"

Huang Wuji, it is obvious that the Aragami has another "rice bucket", and he is also a strong muscle like the Desolate Wuliang, Fang Shiyu feels that maybe this is the characteristic of the descendants of the Aragami God.

It's just that compared to the immeasurable ferocity and evil, Huang Wuji is like a wronged deep resentful woman, he twisted, stammered in a low voice: "Bangka, it's not what I meant, it's what the elder meant." ”

Xiao Si took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

Said calmly: "I know, okay, let's go!"

Huang Wuji crossed over Huang Wuji, and he took out a few bags of Divine Crystal Rice in his hand.

"This is my personal share, please accept it!"

Huang Wuji wanted to reach out and touch Xiao Si's head, like when he was a child.

But when his hand reached into the air, he paused, and he saw the woman's bun that Xiao Si had pulled up.

"Bunka... Are you married?"

Xiao Si nodded.

Arakuji is like a thunderbolt from the blue, and the entire Aragami Leader knows that he likes to be bent, and Arakuji has shown his heart in front of everyone more than once, and even the elder has proposed to the tomb keeper many times, but in the end he was rejected.

"Why not me?"

Huang Wuji looked lonely.

It can be seen that he really likes Xiaosi.

Xiao Si said: "Thank you, for taking care of grandpa for so many years, but I have always treated you like a brother." Since the Aragami Leader won't take us in, let's go!"

Xiao Si winked at Fang Shiyu.

Fang Shiyu secretly said in his heart: "In this way, I can be regarded as snatching love with a sword?"

Fang Shiyu shook his head and smiled, keeping up with Xiao Si's pace.

It's just that when he raised his head, an eight-foot muscular man with red eyes was traversing Fang Shiyu.

"I'm going to fight you!"

Huang Wuji said word by word.

Fang Shiyu dodged and crossed Huang Wuji, he didn't want to cause trouble here, but Huang Wuji reached out and grabbed Fang Shiyu's shoulder.

Fang Shiyu's eyes froze, his eyebrows gathered, and a kingly aura cultivated in the Chu State was revealed.

This qi is a manifestation of being in a high position for a long time.

To be reasonable, Fang Shiyu, as the king of people, has not been pulled on his shoulder for too long.

The king was furious and lay in wait for thousands of miles, although Fang Shiyu had not yet reached the level of anger, he was very unhappy.

Huang Wuji continued: "You are the husband of Bangka, right?

The corners of Fang Shiyu's mouth rose slightly, he didn't turn around, just turned his back to Huang Wuji.

"First of all, who are you, and what qualifications do you have to fight with me? Secondly, Xiaosi, she is not a commodity, we are already a legitimate husband and wife, you barbarian who came out of nowhere, and you still want to turn back the wheel of history?"

Huang Wuji looked confused, Xiao Si? History is reversed?

Please forgive him for making trouble and not being able to understand.

The strength in Huang Wuji's hand gradually increased, Fang Shiyu's golden body trembled slightly, and Huang Wuji was bounced out, retreating dozens of steps in a row.

Huang Wuji said coldly: "Descendant of the Martial God?"

At this time, Fang Shiyu slowly rose into the air, and his body was overflowing with golden light.

In the Aragami Domain, some of the elders and even some of the sleeping ancient gods were all shocked by this golden light.

Huang Wuji said: "Are you really a descendant of the Martial God?"

Fang Shiyu smiled: "What do you say?"

Huang Wuji looked at Xiao Siyou and looked at Fang Shiyu: "If you are really a descendant of the Martial God, it is not an insult to Bangka, but you have to defeat me, otherwise I will not hand over Bangka to you." ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, she was mine. ”

As soon as the words fell, Fang Shiyu suddenly turned into a golden light, and rushed towards Huang Wuji in the exclamation of everyone, fighting, Fang Shiyu has never liked to be beaten passively.

Seeing this, Huang Wuji's breath sank, stepped on the floor, and with a "boom", he pulled out a sonic boom and rushed towards Fang Shiyu.

The two of them fought unscrupulously on the streets of the town, and the collision between the Aragami Body and the Martial Dao Golden Body, the strongest body refining method of the two God Ancient Eras.

There are no bells and whistles, only punches to the flesh, but every punch and kick are extremely fast.

Fang Shiyu fought heartily, since his true spirit was immortal, he had completely developed the limit of this physical body, but this was also the first time that he had fought with a person with the power of a pure physical body.

But just when Fang Shiyu was playing happily, a voice came.

"Stop!"

Huang Wuji was the first to stop, and Fang Shiyu was not the kind of person who shamelessly attacked and did not talk about martial virtues.

The two confronted each other in the air, and at this time, a muscular old man with his hands behind his back slowly walked from the void, and he walked step by step, as if teleporting.

Like Huang Wuji, although this old man has a white head, his muscles are standard.

The old man stood proudly in the middle of Fang Shiyu and Huang Wuji.

"You are a descendant of the Martial God, what's your name?"

Fang Shiyu looked this old man up and down, and he had a feeling that this person was extremely strong.

"Fang Shiyu!"

"Fang Rui's descendants?"

Fang Shiyu's breath sank, and he looked at the old man with cold eyes.

(ps: New January, ask for hundreds of monthly passes to stun me.... Of course I know I'm thinking about fart. ）