The fat man shook his figure, and the Qingping sword in his hand dragged out a sword light about four or five meters long. The body was surrounded by the four sacred beasts transformed by the four swords of Zhuxian. The fat man, who was protected by the four sacred beasts, was confident that he could resist the other party's killing sword. In order to avenge his brothers and to vent his anger for the many innocent sword cultivators in Shushan, the fat man unwillingly rushed towards the demon emperor Qingshuang, who had a silent face on his face, and slashed out the sword that the fat man had made in Sanquan's swearing without hesitation.

The momentum of moving forward, the look of death as if it were homeless, and the eyes of indifference to life and death without joy or sorrow, this is the current state of mind of the fat man. Under this state of mind, the fat man seemed to have the most powerful sword he had ever known. With one sword, the sword light slashed there, and the space there became layer by layer, turning into space fragments as big as fists, flying around like butterflies in the air, slowly re-merging into the surrounding space.

The fat man immediately came out with a sword, and the ghosts and gods were shocked. With the help of the essence and blood of the human cultivators, although the other party had temporarily reached the realm of the first-level golden immortal and had an immortal-killing sword that could kill all the following cultivators, facing the fat man's dazzling sword light, Qingshuang still showed a look of fear and panic, standing there at a loss, staring at the sword light blankly, not knowing what to do.

Although the fat man felt a little strange in his heart, the opponent's right moves would only benefit him. The fat man was too lazy to think so much. Seeing that the opponent was so big that he couldn't even block the move. The fat man was overjoyed. The innate sword energy in his body moved wildly. The sword light at the tip of the Qingping sword in his hand suddenly became more than a meter longer, and the power on the sword became even stronger, and he slashed down at the gray-colored demon fox Qingshuang.

Seeing that the sword light was about to hit the demon king, the map of mountains, rivers and countries on Qingshuang's head moved. A faint palace costume figure flashed out from the picture. The beautiful figure gently flicked from his hand. The fat man's sword that he was bound to win was blocked by the other party. The sword force involuntarily changed in a direction and suddenly stabbed the space next to him. With this move, the fat man found that the figure became even more faint, and a trace of light purple aura in the figure slowly radiated, making the beauty in the palace costume look even more illusory.

"Empress, don't worry about me. Take this picture. As long as the demon elites in the picture are immortal, my demon clan will have a future. Don't worry about me. Let's go quickly, Empress, I planted all kinds of evil consequences. Today, I am willing to die and have redeem my sins. Empress, Qingshuang knows that she is wrong. I shouldn't ignore your teachings and use the essence and blood of these thousands of human cultivators to practice. I have worshipped the Empress here. I hope that the Empress should put the overall situation of my demon clan first, and leave quickly..."

Looking at the palace-dressed beauty with only a faint shadow flashing from the map of the mountains, rivers and the country, Qingshuang screamed in a hurry, her eyes were blurred, and she anxiously urged the other party to quickly leave the place with this map of the mountains, rivers and the country to preserve the bloodline and future of the demon clan.

Empress? The fat man was shocked and looked at the figure in the air with a calm face. The fat man quickly stopped and looked at the arrogant and cold phantom in the air with a look of surprise. He hugged his hands together and bowed deeply to the figure in the air.

"Zhang Qi, a monk from later generations, paid homage to Nuwa. He was deeply grateful to the Empress and could not repay him. Please accept Zhang Qi's worship..."

The fat man no longer looked at Qingshuang's situation. He bowed here, bowed again, bowed three times, and then stood there, looking at the remnant soul of Nuwa with gratitude.

It turned out that this faint figure that could disappear at any time was a wisp of the soul of the Nuwa who flew out of the space of the Demon Refining Pot in the Demon Refining Pot. After the Demon Refining Pot was unsealed, the fat man obtained several magic weapons from the Demon Emperor Hall in the Demon Refining Pot, including the Qingping Sword, the Qingping Sword, which was his last life's enlightenment sword. The fat man always remembered this kindness in his heart. He thought that Nuwa would never have the chance to meet him again, but he did not expect that he would meet the other party in this tense situation today.

Vaguely, the beauty in the sky with her crowned palace dress lowered her head and gave the fat man a greeting, then pointed gently in the direction of Qingshuang, with a look of embarrassment on her face, and bowed to the fat man again with both hands, as if she begged the fat man to let Qingshuang go.

"Well, since it's the Empress who pleaded with me, I will let this demon fox go today. For the sake of the Empress, I will not pursue the grudges of the past. However, if I hear the news that this demon fox will harm our human race in the future, no matter how many miles or thousands of miles away, I will kill it."

After hearing the fat man's words, the beauty in the palace dress bowed to the fat man with gratitude and then solemnly bowed three times to a place behind the fat man, and then slowly turned into a wisp of smoke in the air and dissipated. From then on, there was no trace of Nuwa in the world.

"Oh, why are you doing this? Nuwa, Fatty is a strong person, keeps his words and has no regrets. You know that since Fatty lets go the new emperor of your demon clan, you can go with peace of mind."

The fat man looked at the old man quietly appeared behind him in surprise. Looking at the old man's sad and painful expression, the fat man felt that he had put away the Qingping sword in his hand and looked at the old man with a nervous look. The dissipation of the remnant soul of the Nuwa Niangniang seemed to be caused by himself. If it weren't for the sword technique that stopped him, the Nuwa wouldn't have lost her soul and returned to heaven and earth.

"Fatty, you are really a saint. Nuwa is the saint of the past. Today you have accomplished a feat of killing saints. How about you? You are satisfied, you are comfortable, you are proud. Is the survival of human race so important in your eyes? You must know that this demon race is also a creature in the world? Since the heaven and earth have allowed them to survive, there must be their reason. If you really want to exterminate all demon races, you will never be able to kill them."

Looking at the old man's somewhat discouraged words, the fat man felt silent, and for a moment he was speechless. He lowered his head and bowed deeply apologetically to the old man, turned around and walked to the tower of the Xuanhuang Linglong Tower of Heaven and Earth, quietly looking at the tall and majestic tower body, not knowing what he was thinking.

"You pig head, you are so stupid in the past. Today, I have repeatedly lie to you, trying to make this little fox escape a life. You fat man took the clever pill today, right? I said that she could take a rest and have another blow. You kid was not fooled. I was really angry. How did you know that this immortal-killing flying knife can only emit one blow a day under the cultivation level of the Golden Immortal?"

After a while, the old man looked at the demon emperor Qingshuang who was stunned and did not dare to move, and shouted loudly at the fat man with a bad look on his face. A hint of anger appeared in his eyes when he looked at the fat man. At this time, the old man was just thinking about how to fix this fat man and was thinking about how to beat the fat man so that he could exude the anger in his heart.

It's not easy. Fatty pig has become smarter. How can this smart person make him do? (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, novels are better and faster!
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