boom!

Ji Fushi was confused.

At this moment, Ji Fushi's mind seemed to be thrown into a deep water bomb, and his mind was blown blankly. He looked at Qingyu's simple and peaceful figure with dementia. His eyes, which had already seen all the vicissitudes of the world, were surging blood and tears. Suddenly, the tall giant shadow bowed to another green figure, protruding himself into the ground.

"I am Ji Fushi, I am lucky to have three lives in this life. I will pay homage to Emperor Qingyu!"

There was no sign of artificiality or disguise in this worship, and even Blood Kunpeng was shocked. The man in front of him had such power that the ever-popular blood giant was convinced by him.

Ji Fushi was filled with blood and tears, and his excitement was beyond words. At this moment, he was thrown away by his body of life and death. He only felt that he had been in danger for tens of thousands of years. Today, he was fortunate to see Emperor Qingyu, so he would not live in vain.

The legend of the three ancient emperors is the closer they get to the ancient times, the more they can understand the meaning of it.

Their existence is by no means as simple as the story that has been passed down through the ages. The peak of demon cultivator is where everyone believes and yearns. This is especially true for people like Ji Fushi who are talented because of their talent. The meaning of Emperor Qingyu to him can be said to be throughout his life.

Qingyu seemed to have become accustomed to this scene. With his hands on, he helped Ji Fushi, who was crying.

Xue Kunpeng and Su Xian were both confused, thinking that this was really the arrogant blood cultivator before?

"Although you can see that you are showing your true feelings, this will inevitably lead to your crime of trying to take over my disciple." Qingyu just said lightly, and seemed to determine Ji Fushi's life and death.

Hearing the sound, Ji Fushi just shook his head indifferently, his eyes firmly, and said frankly: "I am the one who deserves to die for tens of thousands of years. I have made a profit after the death of tens of years. Since I was young, I have low talent. I have been a thirty-year-old demon master, a hundred-year-old demon spirit, a two hundred-year-old demon king, a four hundred-year-old demon sect, and a nine hundred-year-old demon emperor. He devoted himself to studying blood and seeking against the heavens and changing his destiny, but committed bad deeds for his own selfish interests. It is a sin."

"When I was young, my mother often talked about the story of the emperor, and the world was spreading all kinds of glorious deeds of the emperor. Since I was a child, I have hoped to become like the emperor. Unfortunately, fortune has made people fool people. Now I still want to take over the emperor's beloved disciples, and be deceived by greed and immortality. Everything is worthy of sin."

"When you are dying, you can see the emperor at a glance. It must be because you have accumulated virtue in your previous life. You have no regrets about this life. I hope the emperor will punish you!"

After saying that, Ji Fushi bowed deeply again. There was no flaw in his sincerity and awe. He even faintly triggered the will of the demon cultivator, which shows that he was full of courage.

On the spiritual sea, Ji Fushi's blood shadow began to slowly dissipate. This was a sign of self-destruction, dissipating all the fifth-level divine thoughts. Finally, when the blood mist truly turns into nothingness, it also represents the complete disappearance of Ji Fushi, the blood Taoist emperor on the ancient continent.

"This trip to the Demon Palace, Su Xiaozi was originally going to pursue the Blood Kunpeng. As for you, it was an obstacle to his cultivation. Everyone's practice is inevitable to kill people or cause disasters to satisfy their own interests. It is natural. Your crime is magnified and it is unforgivable for ordinary people. If it is magnified, it is insignificant for those who are truly at the peak of the mainland. You have your own definiteness for good and evil, black and white, pros and cons."

Qingyu is a legendary figure who once stood at the top of the pyramids of the entire ancient continent. His worldview is more grand and complete than ordinary people. He has no feelings about what Ji Fushi did before.

Do those who claim to be righteous must be full of righteousness?

On the surface, they are righteous and righteous, but they are secretly engaged in countless unknown and insidious activities. There are many such people, countless.

Are those labels labeled as evil must be hopelessly bad?

Not necessarily. Everything is forced by life. As the saying goes, if you are poor, you will change; if you change, you will be enlightened; if you are smooth, you will be long. That's all.

Qingyu's words were generous and sharp. He was broken in one sentence and had an insight into the world, but it was like a rain, which made Ji Fushi's boring and dry heart feel a little wet, but it made him even more ashamed.

"The emperor's words were like enlightenment. Unfortunately, my younger generation was dull and could not achieve great things. Only when my life was gone was dead, I barely regretted it. It was a medicine that was useless. I only hope that my younger generation could protect themselves in the next life and help the world."

Ji Fushi's emotions were sincere, with gleams in his eyes, but his body became dimmer and dimmer. The so-called majesty of the giant blood Tao no longer exists, as if he had transformed into a disciple who was humbly seeking Taoism, with a respectful attitude and careful listening to Qingyu's teachings.

Seeing this, Qingyu just raised a faint smile, turned to look at the Blood Kunpeng who had been watching this scene, and asked: "Little Kunpeng, what do you think? As your former master, does he still have a chance to survive?"

When asked about the entanglement, Xue Kunpeng was suddenly stunned, his eyelids opened and closed slightly. While his heart was soft, he didn't know whether Ji Fushi was acting. After all, ten thousand years ago, Ji Fushi was a lively drama actor. He used all means to achieve his goal, the old, weak, sick and disabled, and he worked hard to pretend that he could not guess what he was thinking inside.

"I don't know."

Xue Kunpeng was asked by Qingyu, and he struggled for a long time in his heart, but in the end his eyes were still lowered and he replied softly.

It really doesn't know if Ji Fushi is pretending again.

If Ji Fushi, the blood-trailed remnant, helped him to the point of harming the people of the world because of his kindness and ruthlessness, would feel deeply guilty and regret it.

Hearing Xue Kunpeng's answer, Ji Fushi just smiled slightly, with no powerlessness or resentment in his eyes. This is a kind of peace and tranquility after experiencing disasters and experiencing all kinds of flavors in the world. Everything is so natural.

"Since Xiao Kunpeng finally chose to believe you, then I'll give you another chance."

Some words, even though Blood Kunpeng doesn't say them, how can you hide those emotions from Qingyu? The key to many things is not what you say, but what you hide in your heart and don't say.

Qingyu was as if he was watching the fire, his eyes were smiling, and the blue phantom stopped Ji Fushi's disappearance just by waving his sleeves, and he reminded him: "For me and Xiao Kuang, you are only very accomplished in the blood path. You are left with your blood path. Maybe it will be helpful to Xiao Kuang's growth in the future. But your life is left by Xiao Kunpeng for you, don't let it down."

After saying that, Qingyu turned into a wisp of blue smoke and then went back to rest in the dark blue demon palace where he was still energetic, leaving Ji Fushi alone standing on Su Xian's spiritual sea, falling into a state of confusion, not knowing where to go.

Blood Kunpeng still has a grudge against Ji Fushi. Can he still let Ji Fushi get into its divine thoughts?

"If you don't mind, just go to the Yue Tong Puppet's Demon Palace to squeeze in. I can rest and you can watch Boy Su."

When Su Xian's light words floated out of the demon palace, Ji Fushi seemed to have been removed from the detention technique and diligently entered Su Xian's first demon palace. When Su Xian heard this, his mouth twitched. It turned out that this old guy had recruited a little brother and could save himself some trouble?

However, it is undoubtedly more meaningful to subdue Ji Fushi directly.

"Okay, Blood Kunpeng, let's go back."

When the internal troubles were relieved, Su Xian immediately looked at the external troubles, that is, this black space river, the Eagle Falcon had become weak and lost all its spirituality, and it was even approaching collapse. It was obvious that it had just taken too long to resist Ji Fushi.

"Where to go back?" The blood Kunpeng is still in the form of a Kun, with a huge and transparent body, and it seems to be covered with a light blue film, with a hollow in the middle.

"Of course I went back to the place where I came in!"

In the space river, since there is a blood Kunpeng as a mount, Su Xian immediately put away the evasive eagle falcon transformed by Yanhuang's secret technique, so as not to completely dissipate the spirituality and not to mention feeding it on a large scale. If it really destroys it, it means losing three kinds of strange fires, which is too expensive.

Unfortunately, the talented magic of the Eagle Falcon cannot be used.

Hearing what Su Xian said so lightly, Xue Kunpeng couldn't help rolling his eyes and said angrily: "I don't know where you came from. When the demon palace was broken, we didn't know where we were."

Su Xian was stunned and said in confusion: "What should I do?"

"What's the use of asking me? I just have spatial attributes, but I don't know where the space river leads to. If you want to ask, you are also asking you the two old monsters in the first demon palace that have lived for more than 100,000 years in total!" Xue Kunpeng expressed concern about Su Xian's IQ, curled his lips, and pretended to be impatient.

"Little Kunpeng, who old monster do you think?" Qingyu narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Suddenly, Xue Kunpeng felt a very terrifying aura coming, and his whole body was creepy, and he forced a smile and said, "Big Boss. You are the boss."

As for Ji Fushi, he was still very nervous in front of Qingyu. He didn't know what to say for a while, for fear of making Qingyu unhappy.

After all, he is a senior who has lived for 100,000 years. Who can understand his temperament?

"Boy Fusheng, do you have any good ideas?" Seeing that Su Xian and Xue Kunpeng had no clue, Qingyu just smiled but did not answer, but instead asked on his own initiative.

In front of Qingyu, Ji Fushi did not dare to act rashly or speak nonsense. Instead, after careful consideration, he said cautiously: "At that time, I just fell in the Ten-Strait Mountains, the entrance of the Demon Palace has been floating and unstable, which is beyond the control of the Demon Palace. Therefore, the Demon Palace is broken, and I don't know what to do with it."

"Don't be so reserved. Boy Su and I are very open-minded. Don't be young and younger, my younger brother, my younger brother, my younger brother, my younger brother, my younger brother, my younger brother, my younger brother, my younger brother, my younger brother, my younger brother, my younger brother, my younger brother, my younger brother, my younger brother, my younger brother, my younger brother, my younger brother, my younger brother, my younger brother, my younger brother, my younger brother, my younger brother, my younger brother, my younger brother, my

"Okay." Ji Fushi's heart was slightly relaxed, and suddenly he felt that such an environment didn't seem very bad.

"So, after a minute of rigorous discussion at the Four Summit Summit, have you ever come to a better result?" Su Xian drooped his head, as if he was worried, but he felt a little relaxed after several months of hard practice.

In fact, Qingyu Da can pop out another original fire and strengthen the spirituality of the strange fire, so that Su Xian can go back smoothly.

But Su Xian couldn't speak. Qingyu had just recovered for a while and helped him solve the disaster. Now he wanted to get the fire of his origin, which was simply a loss of his life. Su Xian couldn't do this.

"Since there is no result, let's just wander around. The space river is mysterious and unpredictable. I have no idea if I don't have the exact location. Just find the nearest space crack and drill out. It shouldn't be too far away." Qingyu was not very sure and said ambiguously.

Qingyu didn't mention it, that was the meaning that the boat would naturally straighten when it reached the bridge. Su Xian would not object and nodded happily to agree.

In the past, under the leadership of the Eagle Falcon, Qingyu was simply a rampant river in space, and everyone in the world could go, but now it is no longer as before.

So, in this chaotic and hazy space river, the fish fins swung softly like seaweed, and the blood Kunpeng flexibly drilled around, constantly looking for light, because the light was where the space cracks appeared.

As for why the space cracks appear, it is nothing more than an omission in space management or the damage caused by humans and monsters.

Finally, about half a month wandering in this smooth and mirror-like space river, a circle-sized light spot finally appeared thousands of feet away from Su Xian and Xue Kunpeng, like a crack in an egg, and then a beam of light shone in, making the whole life full of hope for new life.

There will be a new vast world!
Chapter completed!