Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

In the game between heaven and earth and the gods, all things are pawns and bets. Now that catastrophe is coming, it is still the pawns themselves that can truly control the fate of the world.

Life is good, death is worth mentioning, the mountains and rivers are in trouble, and the bones will not say goodbye.

Feng Zhiyuan's ordering everyone to stay away is not a joke. The range of catastrophe brought about by going back in time will definitely affect the whole world. He and Fu Siqian will try their best to stop it, but they don't know how far they can control the damage range, so everyone stays away from Wuji. The farther the mountain, the safer it is.

Yinsu's face was firm and resolute, he had obviously recovered from his stupefaction, he planned to stay here to help the two of them, but then he thought about it, as Feng Zhiyuan said, staying here might not be of much help, It will also make the two of them tied their hands and feet, so they take the initiative to take everyone away from this place.

Feng Zhiyuan was so happy, he glanced at him with a half-smile, knowing that Xiao Qinglong didn't look like his master, so he didn't say any more, just waved his hands and let him do it.

The phrase "don't affect our performance" is more effective than anything else. Everyone is a self-aware person, and they immediately followed Yinsu to evacuate Wuji Mountain. What they can do now is to stay as far away from the battlefield as possible, and give Fu Siqian and Feng Zhiyuan absolute trust.

If the catastrophe cannot be stopped and the mansion collapses, they will go to death together and take each other into the underworld.

If everything in the world is rescued and the sky reappears, they will make wine and warm tea and wait for the old man to return.

Fu Siqian carried Yan Junxing into the beam of light without hesitation. As the person who opened the time-retrospecting magic circle, Yan Junxing is still useful now. He will never let go of any person or thing that can be used, even if the remaining effect is very small. It also temporarily saved Yan Junxing's life.

In the beam of light is another scene. Although this is the magic circle opened by Yan Jun's behavior, the power of catastrophe in it is brought by the curse of the gods, so it not only shows the ability of backtracking, There are also crackling thunder and sparks falling, which is the disappointment and anger from a long time and space.

—the wrath of the gods.

Huge wings appeared behind Feng Zhiyuan, crimson as if flowing with flames, he grasped a lightning bolt from the beam of light in the palm of his hand, since Jiu Mi disappeared, he began to look at the surroundings Things that are pleasing to the eye are made into tools, whether it is stardust or lightning, he never tires of this kind of behavior.

"Since you're resurrected, what about the demons? Where's Zheri?"

Feng Zhiyuan waved the magic weapon he just got in his hand, and asked questions idly, he was really annoyed by Zhe Ri, and he didn't know what happened to the broken sword, if it still exists in the world, he would really like to help solve it.

After Fu Siqian woke up, he found himself in a strange place. He was immersed in nervous emotions for a while, and finally saw Feng Zhiyuan relax, but his heart was hanging on him, and he didn't have time to think about it.

"The heart demon is not clear. I can't sense his aura, but Zheri can be summoned, but the restriction above must be removed first." Seeing Feng Zhiyuan's thoughts, Fu Sigan paused, and then added, "Then There is a powerful force in the sword, which cannot be easily destroyed."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Zhiyuan sighed in disappointment: "That's it."

Originally, I thought I could take revenge, but who knew that the broken sword was quite important.

A smile flashed across Fu Siqian's eyes, he sealed Yan Junxing's mouth and threw him aside. Although dangers were everywhere in this beam of light, he didn't need Yan Junxing to live a good life, as long as he kept his breath, it was enough. Whether Jie Lei can strike this person or not has nothing to do with him.

The more tense the situation was, the more relaxed Fu Siqian was. The battle was about to break out. He was still in the mood to joke at this moment, and all he could think about was how to tease Feng Zhiyuan, and he was determined to carry out the old hooligan's behavior to the end.

Fu Siqian quietly hooked Goufeng Zhiyuan's hand, and chuckled softly: "Don't be depressed, although it can't be easily destroyed, but we can just use other powers to do this. Guess, can the god's curse be right? A sword takes effect?"

"You're thinking……"

Feng Zhiyuan's eyes lit up, and he said everything without saying anything. He imitated Fu Siqian's practice, and hooked Fu Siqian's hand with his other free hand, with sporadic evil hidden in the end of his eyes.

Fu Sigan couldn't bear this kind of small gesture. He never had such a thing as self-control in front of Feng Zhiyuan, but it didn't matter, Feng Zhiyuan was willing to spoil him. To make a wish, naturally there is no need to hide those explicit affection.

The tribulation thunder and lightning that descended from the sky intertwined with each other, crackling and sparking clusters of sparks, exploding around the two of them, changing and changing for a while, with sparks of different colors rolling down.

Fu Siqian and Feng Zhiyuan didn't pay any attention to it, even the fire flashed instantly, dots of stars covered their skirts, like a floating lamp shattered fire, like a few stars in the sky.

One second before the catastrophe came, they kissed in the firelight, inseparable.

A purple-black thunderbolt as thick as an embrace suddenly fell, and the red wings behind Feng Zhiyuan spread out, forming a protective barrier above his head, a burst of fireworks erupted from his wings, boiling and jumping, he met the flying dragon without fear. Falling lightning.

The earth is flame, melting all things, as long as the power is strong enough, what is swallowing a tribulation thunder?

At the same time, Fu Siqian bit Feng Zhiyuan's lips lightly, and then quickly distanced himself. He seemed not at all worried that Feng Zhiyuan would not be able to deal with the successive thunder and lightning strikes from the sky, so he walked to the side of Yan Junxing on his own, Smiling meaningfully: "I heard that the third son deliberately left a surprise for me, now I come to take a good look at this surprise!"

He raised his right hand, cut a wound on Yan Junxing's chest from the air, and then silently recited the spell of summoning. Since Yan Junxing moved his hands and feet on his magic weapon, he will treat him in his own way , use the blood of Yan Junxing to pay homage, and summon Zheri, which is buried and polluted!

Yan Junxing couldn't even refuse. The power of the alien species of the Yuan clan was condensed on a pair of bone wings. He voluntarily broke off the formation of going back in time under the bone wings. What he embraced was the determination to die, so it was already on the chopping block The fish and meat are only at the mercy of others.

With blood as a medium, you can summon the sealed magic weapon, especially for Zheri, who has acted with hands and feet of Jing Yan Jun, who is extremely eager for blood and power. Fu Siqian confirmed that his success rate of this move is close to [-]%.

As he chanted the spell, Yan Junxing's eyes widened suddenly, like a dying fish, helplessly stiff on the ground, because his voice was blocked, he couldn't utter a word at this time, he could only grit his teeth Enduring this pain that I don't know when it will stop.

There was a clanking sound, and he rushed over from afar with an aura of unwillingness and greed.

Fu Siqian slightly raised the corners of his lips, showing a determined smile.

Wisps of black air slowly emerged from Yan Junxing's wound. The black air carried extremely domineering and evil power, licking the blood on Yan Junxing's wound, like a beast with its fangs sticking out, or spitting out a letter. son of the python.

Fu Siqian looked at the right time and grabbed the cloud of black energy, and the powerful force exploded from his hand in an instant, controlling Zheri.Zheri is pure gold, a sword that kills evil and eliminates evil, but now it has been deliberately destroyed, and there is a thick black lingering around the sword, which looks like dirty blood that has dried up.

Fu Siqian lowered his face, showed no mercy, directly attacked the black shell, and shattered it with violent and powerful force. The golden light instantly shone, and all the shadows were washed away.

There was a loud noise from the sky, and then a thunderbolt struck Fu Siqian accurately, Feng Zhiyuan shouted from a distance: "Get out of the way."

Fu Siqian put away the sunshade without hesitation, moved his toes aside in an instant, and saw that just as he got out of the way, a ferocious lightning flashed towards the place where he was standing. The lightning was mixed with wildly growing and jumping flames, eager Looking forward to the arrival of thunder and lightning.

Feng Zhiyuan turned around neatly, and came to Fu Siqian's side, squinting at him: "Why did you solve it so quickly this time?"

Fu Siqian knew that he was asking about Zheri, and the long sword was lying obediently in Fu Sigan's palm at this time, showing no signs of madness, apparently returning to normal.

"Probably thanks to the magic circle going back in time." Fu Siqian glanced lightly at Yan Junxing, and said with a half-smile, "Before I was seriously injured and couldn't use my spiritual power, and the power of my inner demon was limited after all. increase, you can forcibly break the restriction on the Sunshade.”

Yan Junxing was dumbfounded when he heard this, and he didn't even care about the pain from the wound on his body. He stared blankly at Fu Siqian and the sun shade in his hand, his eyes were full of disbelief and remorse. Changling Immortal Venerable who judges yin and yang and observes people's life has never done it.

Fu Siqian has always been well versed in killing people and killing people's hearts.

These words were seven parts true and three parts false, apart from explaining to Feng Zhiyuan, it was only for one thing: to stimulate Yan Junxing.

Isn't it ironic that people who plan people are used in the end?

Feng Zhiyuan was speechless to himself, he felt that he couldn't easily offend Fu Sigan in the future, this man's heart is dark enough.

Black hands and black hearts.

The thunderstorm mixed with the strong wind roared from the sky, and in the beam of light, a strange beast with a whole body blue and purple condensed out, loudly devouring the overlapping clouds, and rushing towards the mountains and rivers.At the same time, the magma at the bottom of Broken Soul Cliff was rushing upwards, and the sea tide far away in the sky set off a turbulent wave, glaring at the gap that was torn open in the sky.

The dense black fog invaded the mountains, rivers and land like a rotten one, attracting a lot of evil spirits to run away. The major sects of the righteous way and everyone in the demon world are waiting for each other, using the mountain gate as a station to guard the nearby villages and towns.

On the main hall of the dynasty, the little emperor sat upright, and the courtiers talked a lot, and all the discussions were about the visions revealed in the sky. There were talented people who were well versed in celestial phenomena, and the little emperor listened to them one by one, and made a decisive decision: "Lead the imperial guards to the city to protect the people."

Someone raised an objection loudly: "This is absolutely impossible, the imperial guards want to protect your safety, the emperor, and now the situation is critical, you—"

Chu Ming'an interrupted him sharply: "At this critical moment, do you want to stand by and watch your subjects fall into desperation and stand idly by? The common people are the first and the emperor is the last. If I am alone, how can I be invincible for thousands of generations? at this time!"

The whole hall was silent, and then the courtiers fell to their knees and shouted in unison: "The emperor's career will last forever, and we are willing to live and die with the king."

In a remote corner, the boy was wearing a wide cloak that covered his entire face tightly. He looked up at the place where the sky was cracked, and his eyes were full of determination.

Not far away is a village, and all the children are looking up at the sky, their faces are full of curiosity and excitement: "The sky is so beautiful, it's like the stars have fallen."

The young man came with a sword, and dispersed the black mist that was quietly approaching the children. His brows were as hot as flames, and he found the expression of his own beliefs for the witnesses.

The children tilted their heads to look at the person who appeared suddenly, and called out childishly, "Big brother?"

A faint smile appeared on the young man's face, and all the gloom between his brows dissipated, showing innocent and pure fearlessness. He walked out of the family's quagmire, willing to use his body to defend the way and justice in the world.

"Well, I'm here."

The fire of burning the phoenix will eventually be rekindled.

The people in Wuji Mountain who were transferred to other places were very anxious. Le Zhengyao felt a little uneasy, and asked beside Ye Mingguang, "Immortal Mingguang, my father..."

Jiang Qingwan squinted her eyes and looked at the sky, sighing slightly in her heart, the situation might not be optimistic.

Ye Mingguang's expression was uncertain, he was silent for a long time before he sighed, touched Le Zhengyao's head, and said gently: "Everyone has their own choice, we are just bystanders, all we can do is support him."

Tears overflowed from Le Zhengyao's eyes. She grew up in Le Zhengcheng's pampering. She has never experienced this. After hearing Ye Mingguang's words, she felt something was wrong. She gritted her teeth to keep herself from crying: "I... I will...support Dad's...choice, and I will also...follow in his footsteps."

Ye Mingguang smiled at her, looked at the disciples around him in a blink of an eye, and asked in a deep voice: "Wuji Mountain has always taken it as its mission to protect the common people in the world. If the phenomenon changes today, it seems to be a catastrophe. Are you willing to go with me?" The most dangerous place, to protect the common people with your own body?"

The firm voices came together without a trace of retreat: "We are willing to follow the immortal and give our lives for the common people in the world."

"Du-duk-duk-"

The clear and clear knocking sound was slow and long, and the two walked out of the mist side by side. The man in the snow-colored monk's robe was holding a scimitar, and led the young man with slightly closed eyes forward slowly. The young man's hands kept moving, Tapping the wooden fish slowly and rhythmically, circles of golden Buddha seals swayed from his body, dispelling the black mist that enveloped the place.

There are things in the world that cannot be said, and there are Buddha bones in the world.

The Buddha knows the minds of sentient beings and leads them out of the wrong path. Even if the bones of the Buddha are removed and he is condemned by thousands of people, he will still go astray and pay for the blood debts he committed. One life is not enough, and there are thousands of others. All ages.

"Zhiyi, don't regret it, don't look back."

I and the world have different paths, and I only want to die together.

The green dragon flew across the air, dodging the continuous thunder and lightning, pierced the silence of the sky, and landed on the top of the mountain with a long howl.Seeing the protector on the right is like seeing the lord, and the people from the demon world who heard the news came all over the mountain. When they saw Yan Fang, they immediately lined up and waited silently for his arrangement.

It has been hundreds of miles away from here, and the thick beam of light on Wuji Mountain can still be seen from a distance. The huge power contained in it makes everyone stunned. Demon cultivators advocate freedom and strength, and when they are strong, they are strong. Show eagerness to try.

Although Feng Zhiyuan said to keep them away, Yan Fangshi glanced at everyone's faces one by one, and smiled suddenly: "My lord is trying to turn the tide on my own, and I will wait for you." how?"

His words made everyone think of what happened during the war between good and evil. Feng Zhiyuan tore open the entrance of the Demon Realm with his own strength, and sent all the demon cultivators back to the Demon Realm.At the same time, it also reminded everyone that Lord Mozun, who fell from the entrance of the demon world, was wounded and dying, and escaped from the gate of hell after sleeping for a hundred days.

Everyone was quiet, and after two seconds, a voice sounded from the crowd: "We have to listen to the Lord's words, but after hearing too much, I have been thinking about the day when I will try to fight against the Lord, right protector, I am not Is it a betrayal of the lord? Ask in advance, lest you survive and be thrown into the forbidden area by the lord."

Another person laughed and said, "The forbidden area can't let so many of us go."

A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd, and all kinds of strangely shaped instruments appeared in the hands of everyone. The smile on Yan Fangshi's face grew stronger, and he said, "The lord entrusts me to handle all the affairs. I also want to talk to him occasionally. Let's do it against each other, why don't you take this opportunity to join us together, if you don't survive, then the lord can't do anything about it, if you survive, then it's up to the lord to let us go to die again!"

…………

The building is about to collapse, and the effort of one person is a drop in the bucket, so how about gathering the strength of everyone?

There is no answer to this question, whether it is despicability or justice, whether it is blood or life, they will give everything in the end and write an answer in their own way, and time will verify everything.

The beam of light expanded several feet in all directions. Fu Siqian and Feng Zhiyuan looked at each other and moved to the two sides respectively. The golden light covering the sun and the blue light of thunder and lightning lit up in different directions, laying two different worlds in the entire beam of light. background color.

The huge crimson wings behind Feng Zhiyuan became the separation color in the middle of the golden light and the blue light, and the dancing pure fire color turned into the scorching heat in Fu Siqian's eyes. With a deep smile on his face, he joked: "The pair of wings behind you are not bad, Let me touch it?"

Feng Zhiyuan's face became hot, he knew what the old rascal was thinking, he glanced over, flapped his wings lightly, landed in front of Fu Siqian, and invited with a half-smile, "Touch it."

Crackling flames flashed on the wings, like lava flowing from hell, hot and scorching. Fu Siqian felt that if he dared to put his hand on it, a layer of skin would be burned off in a second.

Hey, his baby has gone bad.

The tribulation thunder that fell from the sky was stopped by the barrier made of golden light and blue light, making a "bang bang bang" sound, as if it was about to hit them head-on and face-to-face in the next second.

In this situation, the two gag and ease the tension in each other's hearts with a few words. Only when the tense strings are relaxed can they make accurate judgments and make rational choices.

Jie Lei transformed into a human face in the sky, the blue-purple lightning kept beating, that face looked at the people on the ground, and let out a deep roar: "Get out!"

This is the consciousness left by the dying gods.

Fu Siqian raised his head and met those stormy pupils. With a calm expression on his face, he tugged on Feng Zhiyuan's sleeves, and commented: "Is this what gods look like? , no wonder it will leave a vicious curse after it dies."

With a smile on his face, Feng Zhiyuan nodded and said in agreement: "That's right, this ugly thing probably thinks he can really destroy the world."

"Destroy the world?" Fu Siqian looked at the sky again, and slowly uttered a few words, "Idiots talking about dreams."

These words completely angered the thunderbolt, its roar resounded through the sky, it hit the barrier like crazy, and rushed out of the beam of light again.Terrifying power formed a storm outside the beam of light, rolled up all the surrounding vegetation and creatures, and then twisted them into powder one by one. The thick shadow covered the sky, flying sand, stones, tornadoes and rain for a while, and birds and beasts scattered.

A scene of broken mountains and rivers everywhere.

Going back in time is distorting time. This beam of light is not only the hope of returning to the past, but also the danger of destroying the world.

When countless vicious and evil spirits fell from the distorted crack, Yan Junxing finally understood that there is no such thing as going back in time in this world, only destroying it and rebuilding it.

The gods left behind a deception: destruction is rebirth.

He was deceived.

Gunpowder smoke filled the air, and there was a rumbling sound from the ground. While Fu Siqian and Feng Zhiyuan were concentrating on fighting against the power, Yan Junxing dragged his tail and moved to the edge of the beam of light. He thought he could activate the magic circle of going back in time, and he could turn everything Take it back to before the Battle of Changlan.

If so, he is willing to pay the price with his life.

But now, telling him everything is false, how reconciled he is!

Yan Jun slipped out the carved cloud fan from the bottom of his sleeve. He rubbed the carved pattern on the fan bone, his gaze became more and more determined. He wanted to do everything to survive, and if he found another opportunity, he must revive Xie Yan.

Yin Yin approached quietly from all around, Yan Junxing moved his fingers quickly, his whole mind was devoted to what he was thinking, and he didn't notice what was behind him at all.

I saw that the mist that was different from the light beam slowly condensed, and a hanging hand was transformed into a hand. The gauze on the wrist fell on Yan Junxing's shoulder, and then suddenly pinched his throat. Without a trace of hesitation, two fingers moved inward. Button, a big hole was dug in Yan Junxing's throat.

The Louyun Fan fell to the ground, and the subtle sound it made was covered by the violent thunder. Yan Junxing opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief, a thin cloud of mist was reflected in his pupils, and a black shadow appeared in the mist, Can't see clearly.

It was dark and quiet, he had been sealed by Fu Siqian before, and he couldn't even utter a single cry for help, only the panic that appeared in his eyes was like melting frost, flowing little by little, becoming more and more clear.

until stagnant.

The black shadow floated up from the ground, quietly pulled out Yan Junxing's soul, and within a few years swallowed the overdrawn soul, with the blessing of the soul power, his figure became a bit more solid, The face is no longer blurred.

In the mid-air not far away, Fu Siqian rushed to the sky with his sword, and in this neglected corner, there unexpectedly appeared a face that was the same as his, without the slightest difference.

That is the heart demon who has disappeared!

The heart demon hiding in Broken Soul Cliff waited in secret, watching for the right time, everything he wanted to do was ruined, he thought he could follow Feng Zhiyuan well, but he didn't expect Fu Siqian to be resurrected.

The two people standing side by side in mid-air hurt his eyes, and the misty and bitter regret spread in the tip of his heart. He recalled the struggle and choice thousands of years ago, and he just felt hard to breathe. Could it be that he really did something wrong?

"He doesn't belong to us."

"He does not belong to us, he is destined to belong to me alone, what are you?"

……

A prophecy.

The heart demon sat quietly on the ground, staring at the fiery red wings in the air for a long time, which was the root of his birth in this world, his original intention and obsession, and the treasure he placed on the tip of his heart.

But why, he would choose to give up?

Fu Siqian completely untied the seal that covered the sun. He once beheaded millions of divine soldiers in the Sifangtian Realm with a single sword. Avoid its edge.

In the middle of the purple-black tribulation thunder, a different light suddenly descended, covering Fu Siqian's whole body directly. The golden light covering the sun in his hand was in full bloom. There were hundreds of blood-red ghosts, and the wailing sound was endless for a while.

Fu Sigan frowned inexplicably, he was negligent, the destructive power sealed in Zheri came from killing, this kind of domineering and fierce power is beyond his control now.

The God of War, the God of War of the North Sea, the reason why he is called the God of War is that he became famous from killing. It is normal to use such power.

A bit of worry surfaced on Fu Sigan's face. Back then, when he had inner demons, because he was afraid of hurting Feng Zhiyuan, he stripped away part of his desire for possessiveness and strong control. Now he is not absolutely sure that he can control Zhe Rizhong. killing force.

Feng Zhiyuan saw his hesitation, and blocked the attack: "What's wrong?"

Fu Siqian didn't know how to answer him, so he could only try his best to control the struggling and howling ghosts on the cover of the sun, and block the soaring resentment that was about to burst out. If the sword holder can't control the sword in his hand, he will be driven by power and become nothing A slave to thinking ability.

The matter is urgent, he must control Zheri as soon as possible, if he really can't do it, he can only make a quick decision, what kind of ending the latter can bring, it is conceivable that it is an option that cannot be chosen as a last resort.

Feng Zhiyuan was puzzled, but he had no time to take care of it, he could only try his best to buy time for Fu Siqian.But all of a sudden, a darker tribulation thunder descended from the sky, which seemed to crush Fu Siqian into powder.

Feng Zhiyuan's heart jumped suddenly, and subconsciously rushed over, bringing a red flame from his wings, falling into the abyss like a shattered stream, and he rushed into the tribulation thunder that attacked Fu Siqian without hesitation.

It was a terrifying force that he could not resist by himself. As if struck by lightning, the powerful attacks rushed to the meridians one after another, causing more and more tremors.The light of the fire behind him gradually dimmed, his wings were bit by bit eaten away by the lightning, the tremendous pain forced Feng Zhiyuan to turn pale, and he couldn't control himself to scream out.

Fu Siqian recovered from the astonishment, all the blood on his face was gone, he wanted to rush into Jielei regardless, but was blocked by the ferocious jumping blood shadow on the sun, and the blood shadow made a "Jie Jie Jie" sound Laughter poured into his mind, like a magic sound piercing his ears, forcing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Waste!" The roar from the ground was deep and suppressed, with strong emotions, "You keep saying you love him, but you let him suffer this kind of suffering under your nose, you are a waste!"

Fu Siqian raised his face, his face was full of frost and cold, he was like an immobile ice sculpture, only his eyes were bloodshot, red and ferocious, like a lunatic: "Shut up!"

Fu Siqian was even more angry, he couldn't refute the words of the inner demon, and he didn't want to conflict with the inner demon at this time, Feng Zhiyuan was still waiting for him, he had to solve all the things in front of him as soon as possible.

About the inner demon, about the blood shadow covering the sun, about the killing power that can destroy the world.

The inner demon slammed into the sun cover in Fu Siqian's hand, and pressed the swollen and screaming blood shadow into the sword. He turned his head to look at Fu Siqian, and opened his mouth under Fu Siqian's astonished gaze. His tone was complicated, full of unknown emotions. : "He doesn't belong to you alone."

I gave up on him once, and struggled half my life before I realized that I should never hurt him, and I should protect him from everything.

After saying these words, the demon's body began to become transparent. He ignored Fu Siqian, and only stared at the fiery figure. It was the miracle in his heart and his supreme joy.

Fu Siqian felt a ferocious aura pouring into his body, familiar and domineering, it was the killing aura that he had deliberately stripped away and lost for thousands of years.

He and the heart demon parted ways because of Feng Zhiyuan, and reunited because of Feng Zhiyuan. This was a doomed ending from the beginning. love and life.

They are interdependent and cannot be separated.

The golden light covering the sun was dyed orange red by the color of blood, and the God of War sealed him with a sword, splitting the shackles of the decaying gods, and splitting a beautiful long river in the sky, where a warm orange halo flowed, swallowing the purple-black tribulation thunder disappear.

Between heaven and earth, there is only a piece of gorgeous fireworks.

Fu Siqian caught Feng Zhiyuan who fell from the tribulation thunder, his red wings had almost disappeared, Feng Zhiyuan's face was pale, his long eyelashes were like fluttering butterflies, trembling slightly, as if he was about to fly away in a second.

"pain……"

A cry of pain escaped from Feng Zhiyuan's lips, weak and delicate, with a little crying sound, it sounded very wronged.

Fu Sigan's heart was broken when he heard it, and he kissed him on the forehead: "Baby, don't be afraid."

The world became quiet, and the rustling of the wind could even be heard. At this moment, the beam of light connecting the sky and the earth suddenly made a "click" sound, the sky and the earth shook, and the beam of light shattered instantly.

The gap in the sky is getting bigger and bigger, showing a thick ink-like blackness. From the gap, a large swath of mist flows out, attacking the world like a poisonous barrier.

Feng Zhiyuan slowly opened his eyes, leaning on Fu Siqian with most of his body, looking at the thick fog pouring down like splashed ink, he said softly to Fu Siqian: "Here we come."

This world-ending catastrophe has just begun.

Fu Siqian didn't want Feng Zhiyuan to participate in the battle anymore, but he couldn't hold back this man's confrontation with him, he pursed his lips and lowered his eyebrows, looking obedient and aggrieved, making people reluctant to refuse, this is Feng Zhiyuan's usual tactic when pretending to be Feng Tinghan .

"I want to fight side by side with you, and I don't want to leave you at all. I will advance and retreat with you, and I will hold your hand even on the Naihe Bridge."

Fu Siqian laughed helplessly: "Really, I lost to you."

He wrapped Feng Zhiyuan's waist with one hand, clasped the person tightly in his arms, and slashed at the ground with the sword in one hand, setting up a barrier for the common people. This is the protection he gave, and with the limit of life, he will All creatures and creatures are under the wings.

Then, he rushed into the crack together with Feng Zhiyuan.

The pale golden barrier blocked the advance of the mist, and the cultivators scattered all over saw only a little floating light rushing into the crack, and the speed was so fast that they couldn't confirm it at all.

Everyone was stunned for a long time before they realized that at the moment when the mountains and rivers were overturned, there were also some people who stood up and fought against the natural disaster with their own strength. They were also the ones who were also protected.

Slowly, one by one, people put down their magical artifacts and put their hands on the enchantment. More important than standpoint and belief, it is protection and responsibility. Fairies, they all let go of their preconceived ideas, and injected their spiritual power into the barrier together, supporting the sky for the mountains, rivers and land.

The building will collapse, and the effort of one person is a drop in the bucket, will ten thousand people?

Thousands of people can support the collapsed sky and survive forever.

There was no light in the crack, and the thick mist that was as thick as the tide forced people to suffocate. Feng Zhiyuan coughed twice, buried his head in Fu Siqian's arms, and sighed: "The savior is really not something that ordinary people can do."

Fu Siqian patted Feng Zhiyuan's back to comfort him silently, then he threw out the shade in his hand, only to see the golden light and the mist glued together, biting each other, illuminating their surroundings after a few back and forth.

With a suppressed low growl, he asked, "Are you preventing me from destroying the world, are you trying to become a god of salvation?"

Fu Siqian knew that this was the obsession left by the curse, he hugged Feng Zhiyuan tightly, and smiled indifferently: "God? Who cares about making that thing."

The voice asked again: "Why, the world is not worthy of living, what are you doing this for?"

"Tsk, is it worthy of you?" Feng Zhiyuan couldn't help mocking, "I hate the world, but I'm not like you, like a lunatic, who is clearly a god, but doesn't do what a god should do. .”

Fu Siqian also echoed: "The game between you and the world is meaningless. All things are their own masters, and they have the right to choose what they want to do."

There was a long silence around, and suddenly there was a burst of desolate laughter: "What do you know, obviously I created all living things, but they abandoned me, and they will all pay for their ignorance—"

"You are not worthy to be a god."

When the gods are no longer gods, a new order will emerge in the world.

It's useless to say more, Fu Siqian held Zheri and slashed towards the dark realm with his sword. At the same time, the magma attracted by Fengzhi Yuan swallowed up the black mist, representing the power of heaven and earth to disperse all the haze, as if they were condemning the gods together charges.

The barrier shattered, and golden light permeated the whole world, like floating lamps, illuminating the eternal night.

In the shape of a dragon, Yinsu pitched and screamed in the sky. Amidst the cheers and excitement, raindrops fell all over the sky, washing away the last bit of filthy haze and bringing new life to all things.

The hustle and bustle is gone, and the long night will be bright.

Fortunately, Shanhe was safe.

After experiencing the catastrophe, the reputation of the two saviors spread. Thanks to Fu Siqian and Feng Zhiyuan's fast sneaking, they escaped the wave after wave of people coming up.

Although the world catastrophe cursed by the gods has been prevented this time, a lot of losses have been caused. A lot of waste is left to be done everywhere, and everyone is busy rebuilding.The teahouses and restaurants are full of rumors about what happened during the catastrophe. Feng Zhiyuan's reputation of being cruel and merciless for nearly a hundred years was wiped clean.

Fu Siqian followed Feng Zhiyuan back to the Demon Realm, he didn't care what the outside world was like, and he didn't care about wandering in another world, as long as he could finally meet Feng Zhiyuan, it would be worth it.

It doesn't snow all year round in the Demon Realm, but now it's snowing for an unprecedented time. Next to the forbidden area of ​​the Demon Realm, there is Feng Zhiyuan's residence that was repaired early in the morning. The white snowflakes hovered in the air and floated in through the wide open windows.

There was originally an abyss of flaming lava in the forbidden area. After the catastrophe, Feng Zhiyuan finally realized that this place is the Liuhuoyuan in ancient times. It's another scene.

It seems that all the sufferings that have been suffered have turned into today's snow, covering everything again, and sending the best blessings.

Feng Zhiyuan turned his head to look at him, with a bright smile at the end of his eyes: "What are you thinking?"

The earth is silent, everything is asleep, and the clear and clear sky is riding on the snowflakes to fall on his shoulders. It is cold in winter. Fu Siqian is very impressed with the coldness. sun.

Fu Siqian clenched Feng Zhiyuan's hand, and replied with a smile, "I'm thinking about what name you will name that residence."

Thousands of years ago, he waited alone in Liuhuoyuan. For 300 years, the sun and the moon changed, and he waited in despair. He never expected such a day to come.

"Do you have any ideas?"

"Or... just call it "Ting Hanju". "

Fu Siqian closed his eyes, he was the only one in Ting Hanju back then, lonely and sleepless, now he finally returned to Feng Zhiyuan.

Feng Zhiyuan didn't know what he meant, but thought that he was still thinking about what happened when he was pretending to be Feng Tinghan, so he smiled, blinked playfully, and said, "It's all about Master."

I haven't heard this name for a long time