An Shengsheng looked at the little white face dressed in white, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and Song Shushu obviously felt the murderous aura rising in his body.

Tiger Roaring Forest was even more alarmed, got up and turned around and left.

He is a tiger, but he is not stupid, now when the Heavenly Dao is reversed, the demon power is pressed to the minimum, not to mention, because the Heavenly Dao transformation demon power is still backlashing, and the two phases together can't stop the power of the human race's gunfire.

"Renjie Shen Fuxing, the root is in you!"

An Shengsheng muttered to himself, then stretched out his hand behind him and said, "Take my stick!"

Then there was no movement, and when I turned my head, I saw that Tiger Roaring Forest had already turned the corner.

At this time, the Dharma Protector was also alarmed, turned around, occupied the street, and neatly aimed their guns at An Shengsheng.

An Shengsheng laughed out loud, reached out and picked up a door panel on the side of the street, and rushed forward with the door panel.

With an order, a thumping gunshot rang out, the door panel was smashed into sawdust, bullets hit An Shengsheng's face and body, and his skin was only slightly sunk before being bounced away.

There are guns and no cannons, and there is not much threat to An Shengsheng, after all, he is the essence of demon cultivation, as a generation of demon masters, the influence of the Heavenly Dao on him is not so serious.

With a wave of the heavy door panel in his hand, a large area of the Dharma Protector team was swept away, dragging the door panel straight towards Shen Fuxing.

The weak soldier stopped in front of Shen Fuxing, drew his saber and wanted to die.

At this time, Shen Fuxing's hand pressed on his shoulder, and said with an indifferent smile: "It doesn't have to be like this, we have to talk about it!"

"But he's not interested in talking to you!"

"Not necessarily, my life and death are small, it is related to the future of demon cultivation, a generation of demon heroes An Shengsheng, I will not disappoint the demon cultivators, An Shengsheng, am I right?"

An Shengsheng's door panel was about to hit his head, and he was slightly stunned when he heard this.

"You know me?"

"I've heard of it!"

"Then why do you think I'm going to let you go?"

An Shengsheng said, and with a stroke of his hand, he swept the frail officer to the top of the eaves.

"Because you represent the demon cultivator, I represent the human race, and we are all for the benefit of our respective races!"

"Ha, when will the human race decide the fate of the demon cultivator?"

"Demon cultivation has ruled the earth for thousands of years, such as today's Tao, I conform to the way of heaven, you are walking against the sky, it looks different, but it is actually similar, the difference is that the whole human race is following the way of heaven, and demon cultivation, only you can go against the sky!"

"Do you want me to beg you?"

Shen Fuxing said lightly: "No, we are an equal cooperative relationship!"

"Cooperation? Have you ever been kicked in the head by a donkey? If you want me to cooperate with you, we are born rivals, okay?"

An Shengsheng said, directly put it into practical action, and grabbed Shen Fuxing's neck and lifted him up.

In terms of individual strength, human beings really can't compare with powerful demon cultivators.

Shen Fuxing is worthy of being a masterpiece of a generation, even if his neck bone is choked and his face is blue, he still does not struggle, and still says indifferently: "Unless you think that the demon cultivator will die one day, or be among the mortals!"

An Shengsheng's brow furrowed tightly.

Song Shushu walked in his memory, and naturally knew that An Shengsheng was born at the hands of Wu Laohei, except for Wu Laohei, a cruel old witch, he had never had contact with any demon cultivator before.

But the problem is that the identity of his generation of demon heroes has already been confirmed, and the source of his birth determines his position, which is not something he can do if he doesn't do it.

An Shengsheng put down Shen Fuxing, Shen Fuxing rubbed his neck, and enthusiastically introduced him to his house, and the good wine and food were arranged.

An Shengsheng was not polite, he picked up the wine and drank it, and said while drinking: "The poison in your wine, if it can poison me, the demon cultivator should be destroyed!"

"How could I have been poisoned?"

"Then you drink!"

An Shengsheng said, slammed the wine jug on the table and handed it to him again, "A broken yin and yang jug wants to hide from my demon god?"

Shen Fuxing's brows furrowed slightly, he took the wine jug and opened the lid to take a look, it was really a yin and yang jug, but the compartment inside had been shattered by An Shengsheng all at once, and the two wines had been mixed together.

Shen Fuxing summoned an old man, handed him the wine jug, and said indifferently: "No matter who is advocating this matter, no one can keep it, where did it come from, and send it back!"

"Young master, isn't this a thing?"

"You have a share, too?"

"Young Master ......"

"Go back to your hometown, the revival plan of the human race cannot tolerate any sloppiness and flaws!"

The old man held the pot with a pale face, and walked down with a stagger, as if he had suddenly aged a lot.

After a while, a young girl came to wait for the wine bureau and refilled the wine, this time in a glass bottle, without the separation of yin and yang.

An Shengsheng cut it, said who to show the acting, and then drank and ate, looking like he turned around and left after eating.

Shen Fuxing poured himself a glass of wine, sipped it unhurriedly, and looked at An Shengsheng with a light smile, with a kind look on his face, that kind of natural affinity, which could not be pretended.

Even Song Shushu in his consciousness was lamenting that he was born two hundred years late, if he was born a few years earlier, I am afraid that he would have to be impressed by his affinity, and he is willing to fight for the revival of the human race under his command.

A hero is a talent, a strange person who has only come out in thousands of years!

After being full of wine and food, An Shengsheng crossed his legs and picked his teeth, and said with a disdainful expression: "Just because you still want to lead the revival of the clan, have you figured out the internal affairs of your clan, just your territory, you can take a look for yourself, a few tobacco houses will be tossed and scattered!"

"The human heart is unsettled, the human nature is complex and full of evil thoughts, this is the root of the evil of the human race, but in the evil, it is also a shining existence, for example, Governor Lin is presiding over the sale of cigarettes!"

Song Shushu's soul trembled, but it was a pity that in An Shengsheng's memory, he couldn't witness this most famous event in history, let alone participate in it, sighing and sighing.

Shen Fuxing sighed leisurely: "Whether human nature is evil or good, in these years of changes in the Heavenly Dao, it doesn't matter, maybe the human race will one day kill itself, or maybe after countless years, the curiosity of the human race makes it into the sea of stars, who can say clearly!"

"The most urgent thing at the moment is the contradiction between the rise of the human race and the decline of demon cultivation!"

"It's good if one side dies, and when I turn around, I will call on the demon cultivators to unite and fight with the human race again!" An Shengsheng said lightly, but Song Shushu felt that the most shrewd side of this kid was clearly a small temptation, secretly swordsmanship.