9000 years

The night was thick and the stars were hanging on the far side. Fu Yu took off his heavy court clothes and changed into a crescent-colored robe. He stood in front of the gate of Yueyou Palace and looked up.

The Milky Way stretches as far as the eye can see, the sky is far away, and the golden and green hall is very eye-catching even if it is so far away.

He sneered, and disappeared in a flash.

Shangwu Palace is still the same as it was before, with flowers blooming prosperingly. Kun Yuan stood in front of the dormitory, was taken aback when he saw Fuyu, then suddenly jumped up and ran out. The other fairy servants were also startled, looking at Fuyu His eyes seemed to have seen some monster, and he followed Kun Yuan and ran around. Fu Yu stared blankly at the waiters who had scattered away, turned around and looked for a while, and asked puzzledly: "But what happened?"

Kun Yuan was surrounded by people, his face turned pale with fright, he didn't speak, and the others became more and more afraid to speak. The fact that Fu Yu is equal to the Demon Lord has long been known in the Three Realms.

"You, you, who are you?"

Fu Yu's expression froze, and his eyes fixed on the man.

After a while, he smiled slightly, a layer of black ink spread on the silver-white robe, the original clean temperament became compelling, and a scarlet flashed in the dark pupils, which was fleeting.

"Didn't everyone already know who this seat is? Why do you ask so much?" After he finished speaking, he was about to go to the dormitory, but the obedient Kun Yuan suddenly shouted behind him, and instead of frightening Fu Yu, he put himself and his side People were terrified.

"Stop," he spoke quickly and forcefully, "This is the emperor's bedroom, no trespassing allowed."

Fu Yu stood where he was, as if someone had stopped him. He turned around slowly, pulled a smile that Kun Yuan was all too familiar with, and said, "But I live here too."

The word "I" has rich meanings, and everyone was stunned for a moment, yes, Fuyu also lives here.

Kun Yuan reacted, knowing that he was led into a trap.

"His Royal Highness Fu Yu lives here, not you."

The other immortal attendants were startled by Kun Yuan's bold tone, staring at him blankly, even breathing lightly.

Fu Yu took a few steps forward with great interest, he leaned forward, and asked Kun Yuan with a half-smile: "I'm not Fu Yu, who is it?"

"Aren't you the Demon Lord? You..."

Someone beside him suddenly pulled Kun Yuan and woke him up. He stared at Fu Yu in astonishment and said, "You, you mean, His Highness is the devil?"

The person in front of him finally laughed, his hands were behind his back, his wide sleeves were almost dragging on the ground, he pushed open the door of the dormitory on his own, ignoring the people behind him.

Kun Yuan's mind was in a mess, and the voices of the people around him made him more and more drowsy. If Fu Yu is the devil, then isn't the emperor the culprit from the beginning?

Then he denied his own thoughts, if he was really a demon, Xuanli could not have known that he and the demons were feuds, so how could it be possible to feed a tiger?

He non-stop went to Xuansheng Palace, wanting to tell Si Ming about it.

As soon as Kun Yuan left, the other fairy attendants hid far away in the inner bedroom. The gods couldn't bear the devilish energy. Even if Fuyu's body was clean now, if he couldn't keep it clean, the devilish energy would overflow and kill people. Naturally, he had to escape. The farther away the better.

As the midnight approached, Fu Yu walked out of the dormitory in an incarnate form, a faint wisp of black mist, in the late night where there was only a ray of moonlight, it was difficult to grasp the subtleties.

He ran to the Qiandian hall with ease, and when he passed through the large peony bushes, the sharp thorns cut his robe mercilessly. Wipe it with your fingers, and the wound heals quickly.

He looked down at this young body and thought to himself, it's better to be young.

The trees around the Qiandian Hall are towering, the eaves of the main hall reaching into the clouds are steep, and the white tiger on the corridor has a ferocious face, as if it is staring at Fuyu in the dark night.

There was a little light in the flowing dark red enchantment. He walked up a few steps, and a huge spiritual force came straight to the door in front of him. He stretched out his hand to block it, and he was burned.

He frowned and looked at his arm and then at the dark palace door, remembering that he forgot to restrain his demon energy.

The skin under the burning of the fire became dry, and the feathers were wiped away, and the breath was adjusted for a while before the palm slowly returned to its original shape.

He tentatively walked forward, the first step, the second step... the gate where the dark lines flowed was peaceful and unscathed, the moment his palm covered the door, the seemingly scorching hot flow lines became warm , There is a sense of warmth that goes deep into the hearts of the people.

He smiled, and the moment he stretched out his hand to push, a strange spiritual force flew up from behind and rushed straight, Fu Yu was startled, his body reacted much faster than Shen Si, he let go of the temple door and quickly dodged to the side, A ray of white light fell on his head the moment he dodged, and the moment it touched the door of the palace, it seemed to be swallowed by the fire, and a trace of white smoke rose.

Fu Yu turned around and looked, the person above the void was dressed in white, with a neat high crown and flying shirt with arrow sleeves, who else could it be if it wasn't Yao Chuan?

Fu Yu stared at the person above her head, glanced coldly for a few times, and felt that today was probably a dead end.

Yao Chuan and him, if he doesn't have the upper hand, it's better to come here thoroughly.

However, Yao Chuan seemed to have seen through his intentions, and the barriers around him rose immediately. He landed in front of the hall with a smile on his face, looked him up and down, and said, "This is really meeting an old friend, Demon Lord?"

Yao Chuan glanced at him, and continued: "Isn't the devil always upright? What's the matter with occupying other people's bodies now? Could it be that the devil hasn't even got a body for tens of thousands of years?"

Fu Yu regained his composure, knowing that he had nothing to pretend in front of Yao Chuan, so he walked down Shi Shiran and left the palace gate.

"I haven't seen you for many years, Your Majesty is here in good health."

Yao Chuan closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. There was always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had some aftertaste for the title just now. In fact, he really did. It has been many years since no one taught him to be respectful. Come full of memories.

"Don't dare, Yao Chuan, the master of the demon king's side, is only a loose immortal, and cannot bear the honor."

Yao Chuan raised his eyelids and looked back and forth at the person. Only then did Fu Yu remember that he seemed to have a question left over from Yao Chuan that he hadn't answered. He looked down at himself and smiled casually: "It's just a coincidence. , who doesn’t want to be young forever?”

The surrounding enchantment was so dense that it almost covered the moonlight, Yao Chuan nodded noncommittally, and then caught off guard, and hit Fu Yu's chest with a palm, Fu Yu was unprepared, the huge wind shook his ears, and he fell down. On the ground, there was a scorching heat in his chest, his spiritual vein seemed to be broken, and something was about to move, trying to come out of his mouth.

However, no matter how bad the Demon Lord is, he still has tens of thousands of years of cultivation. Even though he is not comfortable using this body now, it is not enough to make him unable to get up when someone slaps him. He just didn't expect Yao Chuan to make a sudden move.

Immediately, the entangled demonic energy rose, and quickly followed the ground veins to Yaochuan. His eyes were red, his open palms suddenly covered his chest, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Bright red blood dripped down the corner of his mouth and stained his clothes. Heart-piercing pain rose from his chest. He stared at the blood on his hand in a daze. Yao Chuan also seemed a little surprised. He took a step forward , just squatted down, a burst of red light suddenly rose above the Qiandian beside him, and the blood that fell on the ground floated up instantly as if attracted by something, and then, under the watchful eyes of Yao Chuan and Fu Yu, passed through the Qiandian. Lihuo, which hinders everything in the world, got into the palace.

The hall suddenly started to ping, bang, bang, and that was the sound of the soul sealing box falling to the ground. Yao Chuan suddenly remembered the piece of phantom spirit jade he had seen when he was in the Qiandian hall.

Unfortunately, he quickly released his spiritual power, but the spiritual light was blocked outside the boundary and could not enter at all.

The Demon Lord clutched his chest, and his eyes turned black. He faintly felt that this body was trying to repel him, and the phoenix bones buried in his body were ready to move, as if they were about to fly out.

Yao Chuan over there suddenly came over to support him, and before Fu Yu raised his head, he hurriedly said, "Open the door."

For a moment, Fu Yu didn't understand what it meant to open the door. He looked at Yao Chuan blankly, and the man glanced at him, with an expression of hatred for iron, and pushed him directly to the door of the palace, but he didn't have time to restrain his Mo Qi. Fu Yu suddenly stuck to the door, and was burned by the Li Huo. In the next second, a huge suction force pressed him tightly to the door, the dark red barrier faded, and the pitch-black Suddenly a gust of wind blew up in the Qiandian Hall, and the whirlpool-like gale blew open the hall door and swept Fuyu in. Yao Chuan was standing in the middle of the door, and he saw a dark figure floating in the hall with a high ponytail. The figure was the same as Fuyu's, with hostility rushing towards his face, Fuyu wrapped in it suddenly burst into red light, the man seemed to be looking at Yaochuan, the dazzling light almost illuminated the entire hall.

Yao Chuan spat, and raised his hands to form the formation. The resentful souls that had been kept in the Qiandian all year round ran desperately, but were blocked by Yao Chuan's barrier again. However, it was only a moment of forming the formation. The shadow has disappeared, the permeating black mist dissipated, and the resentful souls who ran out were forced to retreat steadily by the golden formation, and finally had to run back to the box.

Fu Yu was lying in front of the gate of the Qiandian with disheveled hair, and the gate behind him was quickly closed at the moment when the resentful soul was completely absorbed, and the dark lines of the enchantment flowed, and nothing seemed to have changed.

Yao Chuan's palms were trembling, he knew what was sealed in the phantom spirit jade, but he clearly remembered that the body of the jade was covered with frost, and the curse should be reversed, how could it be?

However, the matter was at this point, and he didn't have time to think about it, he stepped forward and patted the person lightly: "Fu Yu, Fu Yu?"

At the same time, the water pattern of the Chijin Terrace in Shangzhongtian was fluctuating and undulating, and Xuanli was thrown upside down by the raging waves. He tried to stabilize his mind, but his mind was buzzing, and the accumulated spiritual power was restless. As if something echoed him in the dark, he couldn't help moving forward, but suddenly his eyes went dark, and when he opened it again, he had already fallen into an illusion.

It was pitch black all around the illusion, only a little light around him, he could barely see his five fingers, there was a faint sound of footsteps behind him, he turned around, the steps stopped not far from him, he couldn't see anything in the darkness, he could only follow the feeling He took a few steps forward, trying to see who the person was, but no matter how he walked, that person always kept the same distance from him. Xuanli couldn't see him, but the person who came could see him, and Xuanli could even feel him. The gaze in the darkness made him uncomfortable all over.

"Who are you?" Xuanli asked in the darkness.

The man suddenly laughed, and Xuanli recognized the moment the laughter came out.

"Xiaobai?" Although he asked, his tone was firm.

Sure enough, after a while, familiar voices came to mind, Xuanli was stunned, and the whole person froze in place. Although the voice was familiar, the tone was not Fuyu. Xuanli had a faint feeling that he had never heard such a tone, but thought I can't get up.

"Emperor, it's been a long time, how are you doing recently?"

Violate... Violate...

Xuanli suddenly remembered, and at the same time, why there was a sudden storm in the Chijin Terrace that had been peaceful for thousands of years, it turned out that the phantom jade was shattered.

For some reason, Xuanli suddenly wanted to laugh, this day has finally come, but now, he has given him all his wealth and life, and he has no ability to seal him again.

He was very calm, and there were no extra thoughts in his mind. He stood in the middle of the light and shadow indifferently, the look in his eyes dimmed, and he said, "Congratulations, Your Highness, the sun is shining again."

Chichi laughed in the dark, just like when he met Xuanli for the first time, without any concealment, Xuanli heard him take a few steps forward, getting closer to him, sweet When the fragrance of peach blossoms came, the man smiled and said, "Thank you, Dijun, who survived 3000 years of calamity for me and gave me the phoenix bone." With ashes, there is everything."

"What do you want from me?" Xuanli stared aimlessly in the void, looking a little pitiful.

The man seemed to be getting closer, and his voice was very close: "I'm here to thank the emperor, the place where you live is really clean, even cleaner than the Qiandian Hall."

Xuanli raised his head and asked, "How did you get out?"

The man seemed to be pacing, with his footsteps flickering from left to right, and his tone was playful: "Of course someone released me, so you should stop worrying about it and stay quietly in this pool to practice. I guess when you come out, the Three Realms will be a new one." It's weather."

Xuanli: "What do you want to do?"

"What to do?" He laughed a few times, "Of course it is to do what I should do. The country is hated and the family hates, can't they come all the same?"

His face seemed to be touched by someone, Xuanli was startled, and someone bit his lips suddenly.

The touch was very strange, very different from Fuyu's calm and gentle temperament, the man left after biting, thinking about it with a slight smile, then the illusion dissipated, and Xuanli fell back into the lotus.