9000 years

Xuanli naturally couldn't trust the person in front of him. After all, not long ago they were fighting each other, and suddenly let him pass by, no matter how they looked at it, it seemed that they had malicious intentions.

Fu He waited motionless for a moment, and when he saw no movement, he clicked his tongue, and a silver-white spiritual power pierced through the fog barrier and rushed towards Xuanli. The person in the mist said in a deep voice, "Don't move."

For some reason, Xuanli listened to the man's words and stopped moving. The spiritual power wrapped around Xuanli's arms, and the cold touch penetrated the flesh, dispelling the intense heat from the wound. Xuanli was stunned, and raised his eyes to look at The figure in the mist, the man raised his eyelids and glanced casually. His fingertips were faintly visible in the misty white mist. After a while, he withdrew his spiritual power. The wound on Xuanli's arm had basically healed. He paused, He bowed his head to Fuhe and saluted, "Thank you."

The man chuckled, and when he moved, the iron chains tied to his body rattled. It was obviously just a remnant soul, but it was like a living person locked here. What was even more surprising was that he would make a move. Heal for Xuanli.

Fu He chose a more comfortable posture, the devil world is rarely sunny today, the man squinted his eyes, although his face could not be seen clearly, but he knew that he was facing the sun, enjoying the rare silence, Xuan Li was standing not far away , There are countless words in my heart that I want to ask, but I don't know where to start.

The white mist in front of his eyes seemed to have dissipated a bit, and the fox that was originally lying in the center of the stone platform turned into a human again. He leaned on his statue, looking at how comfortable he was.

"Little Phoenix, since you released me from that dark dungeon and helped me kill Lingyi, why don't I grant you one wish?" Still with a youthful accent, it sounded unreal, It's like a child who hasn't grown up yet insists on making a lifetime commitment.

Xuanli didn't answer, it was an accident to let him out of the dungeon, besides, he was just out of the dungeon, the restrictions placed on him were still in place, and killing Lingyi was not to help him, it was just a coincidence, so inexplicably thrown away. Of course, Xuanli dare not take the olive branch lightly.

Fu He turned his head sideways, his face became clearer, "Don't you believe it? Or don't you need it? I guess you definitely need it!"

The person in the middle of the mist had long hair hanging on the ground, and his face was sharp and angular. Although he couldn't see it clearly, the rough outline was printed, and it was by no means a casual appearance. Xuanli didn't believe it, let alone didn't need it. He just didn't know how to speak. Also afraid to hear the truth.

"It is true that the demon god is immortal. Look at me. How many years have passed? Even if my body is destroyed and my soul is shattered, I am still alive now. Does the Three Realms mean that I have long since died, not at all?" What's left? Heh, I'm deceiving myself and others. In another 10 or 100 million years, I'll still be here, but Little Phoenix," he turned around suddenly, his tone inexplicably low, "Only mortals want to live forever. Because longevity is the most bitter thing in this world."

Xuanli didn't expect him to say such a thing, the words that were originally hidden in the corner of his mouth slipped back into his stomach, longevity, is the most bitter thing in this world?What is the fairy for?

Xuanli was a little puzzled by his sudden words, but the other party continued on his own: "You have lived for tens of thousands of years, the sun rises and sets in the same way. , the seven emotions and six desires become weaker and weaker, and when the Dao is finally completed, I will be like me now, with all five senses completely gone, forgetting all the past, living, but living, locked in this cage, see you Sunshine is an extravagant hope, and this is the longevity that mortals seek."

He looked at Xuanli, not as brisk as before, "Are you willing to let him do this? You are not immortal. No matter how long you live, you will eventually return to dust. At that time, what about him? Let alone when the demon god becomes a demon Bloodthirsty killings have never been tolerated in the Three Realms. No matter how vast the world is, there are only a few hiding places. At that time, let alone other things, whether he remembers you or not is a problem. How will it end? Have you thought about it? ? Are you okay with being like a stranger?"

"The Feng clan is a natural god clan. Even if you are the only one remaining now, it shouldn't be so in terms of ethics. Everyone has their own destiny. Forcibly turning it around will only hurt both sides. You have made him a demon, and you have to kill him." Do you continue to make mistakes?"

"I made him a demon?" Xuan Li's eyes widened in astonishment, but the man stopped talking.

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"You should have experienced the taste of forgetting, right?"

Fu He said that Xuanli's thoughts were chaotic, and he had naturally experienced the feeling of forgetting. He woke up in a blank dream day by day, always felt empty in his heart, but couldn't remember who he had forgotten, and occasionally had a very strong feeling. The urge to cry, but no image of anyone can be imprinted in my mind, it is a kind of silent despair, time can smooth it out, but it cannot be repaired, like a colorless and odorless thorn, you know he is there, But there is no way to pull it out. If Fuyu really becomes a demon and lives forever, and completely forgets the past and himself, at that time, can he really face it calmly like now?Is it really right to leave him with a boundless life?

He couldn't bear it, and he tried his best to find an ending, because he couldn't bear to live alone, he longed for warmth, and he also wanted to love someone.

But compared with death, he hoped that he could live.

Fuhe in the mist seemed to have seen through his mind, and his eyes fell on the man, "You still want him to live, don't you?"

Xuanli looked at the person without saying a word.

"Even if he is like a walking dead, unfeeling and unrequited love, long nights of loneliness, fleeing for life, or locked in a bottomless cage like me, do you still want him to live?" In front of him, he leaned into the person's ear and asked, "If this is the case, it is not impossible."

Xuanli's mind was in a mess, he desperately wanted to deny Fuhe's words, how could he keep him in a cage, he would protect him, even if he became a demon, he would not let him get hurt, "I will protect he and I"

The person in the mist laughed softly, and a bottomless "innocence" came out of it, "Little Phoenix, you are so naive."

The nails curled up in the palms were embedded in the flesh, Xuan Li stared at Humanity and said, "Don't you have a way?"

Fu He smiled at the person, the deep meaning in the smile was not obvious, the two people's eyes met through a thin layer of mist, purple air rose from the thick white mist, Xuan Li watched motionlessly, his eyes followed the tumbling purple As the air rises, the vortex-like rays of light gather in the center, and the Xuanqing fan that has been silent in the sleeve suddenly vibrates, and the strong touch makes the celestial artifacts in the sleeve collide with each other. The moment the hands behind him were released, the Xuanqing fan quickly emerged from the cuffs, and at the same time, a cyan-colored immortal energy descended from the sky, which was Jing An's voice transmission.

The churning Ziqi stagnated for some reason, but Xuanli had no time to pay attention to him, he stretched out his hand to pick up the sound transmission, and the expression on his face changed instantly.

"Maybe he..." Fu He's voice came from the midst of the mist. He lowered his head and stared at the natal chart in his hand, his brows were tightly frowned, but Xuan Li's figure at the side flickered, and he raised his hand to signal him to keep silent. Breaking through the void, Fuhe only heard a sound of ten square blades, and Xuanli over there disappeared.

"Ten Square Blade?" Fu He murmured to himself, the spiritual power in his hand had not disappeared, he smiled thoughtfully for a while, "It's kind of interesting."

On Baichongtian, a person hurriedly ran in from the Jiyuan Palace. The man was surrounded by black energy, and he was incompatible with the Baichongtian who was in full bloom. Jing, the covered face also appeared, it was Ying Wu.

He walked around the flower garden in front of the hall with ease, and the fairy boys from all walks of life took no surprise at him, and they were busy with their own affairs.

Emperor Qingheng sat upright in the center of the hall, the whisk and sandalwood were floating gently together, he closed his eyes, as if meditating, Ying Wu ran in lightly, knelt down to salute, the man slowly opened his eyes Eye.

"My lord, the ten square blades have been removed, His Highness Fuyu is fine for the time being, and the little god is not doing his job well, so he is willing to be punished."

The person sitting high above the temple looked indifferent, as if he had already expected the result, he tapped his fingers a few times, waved his hand and said, "It's okay, the catastrophe will come, there is no need to do it yourself."

Ying Wu paused, raised his eyes and glanced at Qing Heng quietly, as if he had something to say.

"Do you have something to say?" Qing Heng asked,

The person kneeling at the bottom of the steps swallowed for a moment, then settled down and said: "The little god has a doubt in his heart for quite a long time, and I hope the Lord will enlighten me."

Qingheng looked at him

His eyes seemed to know what he was going to ask, and he tossed the whisk in his hand aside, and said, "But it's okay to say."

Ying Wu breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Your Majesty has no malice towards the Dijun, and even protects and cares for him everywhere. Why is he so decisive in the matter of His Majesty Fu Yu? Your Majesty clearly knows that he is the Dijun."

The hall suddenly fell silent, even the incense mist stopped in the air, Ying Wu immediately stopped talking, lowered her head and dared not look at the person above her.

There was no sound for a long time, Ying Wu's heart beat faster and faster, knowing that he had said something wrong, just as he was about to kowtow to confess his guilt, a whisk was suddenly placed in front of his eyes, stopping his movement, Qing Heng stood up at some point , the silver-white Jade Flower Fairy brocade is shining brightly, and the fairy mist surrounds the surroundings. Qingheng's voice seems to come from outside the sky, "If you can live, why die? The destiny has been changed, and the three realms have already paid the price. No matter how wrong you make a mistake, it's hard to get over it, do you really want everyone to be buried with you?"

What he said was ambiguous. Although Ying Wu couldn't fully understand the reason, he didn't dare to ask any more. He bowed his head and exited the hall, looking at the sun that never fades in the hundredfold sky, feeling lost. Damn people, but there are not many people who make people feel stuck in their throats. Some people are together because of destiny, and the marriage is concluded. Some people are struggling in the muddy water to find a result.

Just after midnight, someone in the monster camp guarding the Sifang Realm suddenly yelled in panic, and then, the beacon light quickly lit up, and tens of thousands of monster soldiers rushed out of the camp, shouting : "Dead man, dead man"

Qiong Ji woke up from his sleep, Feng Luo had already put on his clothes and waited aside, there was a guard outside the door to report, separated by the big tent, Qiong Ji stopped his movements.

"What? All dead?"

Feng Luo frowned when he heard this, and stretched out his hand to signal Qiong Ji not to worry, and stepped out of the tent to check.

The dead demon soldiers were all located in the southern camp, far away from Qiong Ji's camp. When Feng Luo passed by, the surroundings were already in chaos. A few soldiers frantically ran to Feng Luo's feet, describing what they saw and heard incoherently, He said that he suddenly smelled a rancid smell in his sleep, and when he stretched out his arm, it was full of blood, which flowed into the bed

Feng Luo hurriedly opened the dead man's tent, the stench inside the tent was unbearable, as soon as he opened it, Feng Luo turned his head away, the smell was exactly the same as the smell of corpses when they had rotted for a long time.

He covered his mouth and nose and walked a few steps in. The crooked dead soldiers in the tent were still bleeding out. The skin seemed to not exist. The skin and flesh turned out, it really seemed to be rotten.There was a voice welcoming the elder outside the house, Qiong Ji came in from the outside, and before he let go of the hand that lifted the curtain, someone covered his eyes, "Don't look."

Qiong Ji didn't like to see blood, and if he saw it too much, his face would turn pale and break out in cold sweat. Feng Luo took him outside the tent, Qiong Ji glanced at him in the dark, stood where he was, and beckoned him to go to another tent to have a look. Without exception, they all had the same symptoms. Apart from the plague, the simultaneous onset and sudden death on such a large scale was that Qiongji suddenly remembered that, not long ago, in order to enhance the fighting power of the demon soldiers, he had taken the medicine from Lingyi. A jar of the so-called demon god's blood. The people who took the blood seemed to be the people in the southern camp. Was there something wrong with the blood?

After checking, Feng Luo also put forward the same point of view as him, Qiong Ji made a decisive decision, wrote a letter and sent it to Ling Yi, the night was getting dark, he stood in front of the tent and looked up at the moon in the sky, Feng Luo Put on a robe for him, and hug him from behind.

Qiongji: "Are you saying that there is something wrong with the blood, or that Lingyi has tampered with it?"

Feng Luo hugged the person in his arms tightly, but he didn't give an answer immediately, he was silent for a while before saying: "The second one."

Qiong Ji laughed when he heard this, he was indeed an untrustworthy collaborator.

The dawn has just arrived, the night has not completely dissipated, the stars are still in the sky, Qiongji sits with his head tilted behind the desk to take a rest, there are hurried footsteps outside the door, probably Fengluo is to let him sleep for a while, the sound just arrived got up and went out.

Qiong Jiben

He couldn't fall asleep either, he casually listened to the visitor's report, his misty eyes suddenly woke up, Feng Luo happened to come in at this time, in his hand was the letter he had written yesterday, where his eyes met, Feng Luo's face was calm ,"died."

Lingyi is dead!