Shen Fuxing did not have a bloody corpse, so that the onlookers only felt tasteless, even the steamed bun can not be dipped in blood The corpse is not a good corpse, or even a representative of evil, this Shen Fuxing must be an evil way, his blood steamed buns are eaten, not only can not cure the disease, maybe it will bring disaster to the whole family.

An Shengsheng stepped forward, picked up the head with an expressionless face, and dragged the corpse out of the city with a wooden plank, and from time to time there were people next to him to remind him that the corpse was too evil and should be burned quickly.

An Shengsheng ignored it, just hugged the head and dragged the corpse unhurriedly, and in the distance, the more than ten elites followed slowly.

An Shengsheng has been waiting, waiting for the people in the city to throw stones at him, rotten eggs, even if he throws a vegetable leaf stick, he has an excuse to start a wave of fire and destroy the city.

But everyone was far away from him, as if they saw him and this corpse, and became evil.

An Shengsheng dragged Shen Fuxing's body all the way to the outskirts of the city, took a needle and thread, sewed the head and body together, and then lay next to him, turned his head to look at the peaceful face and closed eyes, and smiled bitterly, "Renjie is Renjie, at this time, you can still close your eyes!"

An Shengsheng patted him on the shoulder and sighed deeply, the rest is the affairs of the human race, Shen Fuxing has already done what his generation should do, now the demon cultivators are ready to leave, and this world will be handed over to the human race, whether it is prosperity or destruction, it has nothing to do with the demon cultivators.

From the day of the transformation of the Heavenly Dao, the two sides that were originally closely connected have actually been completely separated, and the demon cultivators will either be lost in the crowd or seek a place to live.

An Shengsheng waved his hand, and the originally high and uplifted tomb bag instantly turned to the ground, or in a few months, it would be covered with grass and small trees, blending in with the surrounding environment, and no one would know that this place had buried the most meritorious generation of the human race.

An Sheng waved his hand to the loyal Terran elites without looking back, and left without looking back.

"Bismarck, where will you go?" asked an Eastern elite.

"Go back, although the human race has lost its talents, it still needs to struggle and change, Zeng, what about you?"

The Eastern Elite looked at the sky, took a deep breath and said: "Bohan is not talented, there are still official positions in the government, go back to perform your duties, this world is getting more and more chaotic, there must always be someone in front! As for the merits and demerits, even the heroes have been beheaded, so why care!"

The elite of the eastern face said, waved his hand, and walked in the direction of the capital without looking back.

Although Shen Fuxing died, the concept of human revival was planted among the elites.

In the future, whether it is a battle of life and death, or a lingering breath, they are all for their own ideas, but they have a common idea, that is, the revival of the human race.

The elites of the human race are busy with the concept of inheriting the revival of Jie Shen, but An Shengsheng, the demon master, is still uneasy, and has already decided to move the clan to another world, and has already won the approval of the cultivation circle.

An Sheng scolded angrily, what are those insect heads thinking, now the power of the Heavenly Dao is reversed, you guys can destroy the mountain before there are ghosts.

He had to run again, in the 100,000 mountains, there is a small cottage, and there are only more than 20 people in the village.

These more than 20 people are all of the insect demon clan.

I don't know if it's because of evolution or other reasons, but the number of insect demons is very small, so small that it can be ignored.

However, the insect demon is a force that cannot be ignored in the demon clan.

Their head is just a tendon, but their vitality is extremely strong, and their individual combat effectiveness is extremely strong.

Li Zu is the leader of all the insect demons, with more than twenty insect demons living here, cultivation and cultivation, and the hidden world is almost the same, after all, the number is too small, and if one dies, there will be one less.

Five hundred years ago, in the demon cultivation war, the Zerg killed three big insect demons, and almost didn't make Lizu feel distressed to death.

When Song Shushu saw Lizu, he almost didn't recognize it.

When he was in the Metaverse, he had almost seen a big demon with a name and surname, but at that time, Lizu was cut off with three legs, and his whole body was wrapped in insect silk, and he couldn't see his true face.

Now I can see clearly, it is actually a very honest and well-behaved national teenager, next to him, is a very ugly little old lady, it is the insect grandmother, but she is younger than when she met her later, of course, she is uglier, and I don't know how Wu Tiangui has such a good appetite, and he actually has a leg with her.

As soon as An Shengsheng entered the village, the honest ethnic teenager greeted him, first gave An Shengsheng a big hug, held his shoulder and looked up and down, and said excitedly: "You have grown so big, and you have become a generation of demon masters, okay!

"What a hair!"

An Shengsheng said, a fist slammed into his head, knocking the Lizu boy to the point that his head was crooked, and even a worm sickle appeared on his face, flashed and disappeared.

"Why are you hitting me?"

"Do you know what the situation is like now? Why do you still bring your own clan to stay?"

"We were born here, how can we just leave!"

"Drink, a demon clan, actually still in love with the family, okay, okay, if you want to die, stay and wait for death, anyway, the Zerg can't survive three winters!"

An Shengsheng said and turned around and left, but when he thought that his own flesh and blood still had his share, and he was also a flesh and blood relative, he couldn't help but stop and said seriously: "I'll ask you again, do you want to go?"

"If you don't go, you won't leave!" the young Lizu shook his head stubbornly.

The insect grandmother, who was still a middle-aged woman, hurriedly stepped forward, pulled the two people who were on top of the cow, and whispered in An Shengsheng's ear: "Lizu didn't want to open it for a while, I'll persuade him again!"

An Shengsheng pulled her away, then sniffed, and strode towards the middle of the village, Lizu's face changed, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, a worm foot with Sensen's barbs hooked to An Shengsheng's shoulder.

An Shengsheng returned his hand with a palm, knocked the insect foot back, and flew to the middle of the stockade with his strength, above the domed grass house, the silk Daoyun swam down.

"It's strange that you have to be willing to go, dare you eat alone in this village!"

Li Zu squatted on the ground and said in a sullen voice: "In your words, the Zerg looks ugly, and it doesn't look like a good thing, now we can still live here, and it's a good idea to go with you!"