Projection of the Heavens

. A war comes and goes quickly.

In an instant, the army of monsters led by Shi Buyi was left with only a group of quail-like monsters following behind him. It could be said that the casualties were heavy.

Shi Buyi lowered his head, there was no trace of blood on his pale face, and his eyes were gray.

This time, he lost too badly, his realm fell, the demon **** king was destroyed, and most of his forces were lost. Even if he was lucky enough to escape, the other demon clan giants would not let him go.

"An existence comparable to a god, living in seclusion in such a small tribe... It's absurd, it's absurd..."

The teacher is not easy to feel the pain in his heart.

In his entire life, he has never lost so badly, and there is almost no possibility of turning over.

For him who aspires to become the new demon emperor and lead the demon clan to the peak, this is more uncomfortable than death.

Along the way, Shi Buyi was in a daze. His state of mind, after being cut off by ambush and cutting off eight heads, generally fell along with his realm.

After an unknown time, he came back to his senses, but found that all the big monsters following him had disappeared.

In front of him, gold and green were mixed on the palm of the wound, and flames were ignited, as if refining treasures.

Vaguely, you can see countless rune totem lines flashing.

"What does he want to do?"

Shi Buyi reluctantly calmed down his turbulent state of mind. Looking at Fushang, he faintly felt a trace of ominousness.

Fu Shuang, who was sitting cross-legged in front of him, seemed to sense Shi Buyi's doubts, glanced at him lightly, and said:

"A good saddle for you."

saddle?

Shi Buyi was slightly taken aback: "What kind of saddle?"

After being stunned for a while, he came back to his senses, his pale face suddenly flushed red, and the dim eyes seemed to be burning:

"Scholars can be killed but not humiliated! You want me to be a mount, that's absolutely impossible!"

Who is he?

A strong man close to God, the number one giant of the demon clan, the master of the holy city, it is not easy to be a teacher!

Even if it is a **** and a demon, don't let him be a mount!

Even death!

Absolutely impossible! !

"Insulting you, so what?"

Fushang's eyes were deep and dark, as if a cold color flashed past.

The demon clan has kept the human race in captivity for thousands of years, and the human race that has been swallowed and slaughtered is like a mountain, and it is even more rare to be regarded as a mating thing.

Shi Buyi is the number one giant of the demon clan, and the captive human slave is the crown of the demon clan!

Wouldn't it be cheap to kill him like this?

"I'm dead, and you can't do it!"

Shi Buyi's eyes were scarlet as if he was about to drip blood, and a column of blood flowed from the vertical eyes that were stabbed by the ambushes between the eyebrows.

roar~~~

He Yangtian let out an unwilling and angry roar, setting off the sky.

His body became bigger and bigger, and the thick hair grew again. Without the body of the king of the demon god, he still has nine heads, no, the real body of a lion!

Death is not a human mount!

"A futile struggle."

Fushang was not moved at all by Shibuyi's reaction.

The heyday fashion is not the enemy of his unity, half-crippled body, what kind of storm does he want to set off?

huh~

With an indifferent expression, the last rune disappeared into the flame.

Boom! !

The sky was instantly covered with thunderclouds, and countless thunderbolts burst into pieces.

It's like God's wrath!

In the golden and green flames, the pool of inexplicable liquid evolved in an instant, turning into countless chains of runes, enveloping the violent teacher.

roar~~~

The roar of despair and resentment gradually disappeared as the divine light fell.

I saw a huge lion that was more than ten feet tall lying on the ground, lying on the ground. Between its necks, eight sarcomas were hidden in the hair.

When he got up, a set of god-level saddles the same color as his hair was placed on his body.

roar~

In the low roar, the big lion crawls in front of the injured body:

"Owner!"

clap~~

Fushang patted the big lion's head, which was half a person's height, and said softly:

"From now on, you can call yourself this seat..."

huh~

In the slight movement of the air, Fu Shuang turned over the lion, gently urged, and stepped into the sky:

"However, need to add a... ride at the back."

............

Not long after Shi Buyi was reduced to an ambush mount, the throne hall in the Sword Sect was completely over.

Feng Wuji, one of Jianmen Tianjiao, took over as the new sect master under the attention of many people.

"Why did the sect master suddenly faint?"

Many hall masters and elders of Jianmen couldn't help frowning.

According to convention, the position of sect master should be taught to the strongest after the candidate has gone through a battle.

That kind of breaks the rules.

Strangely, apart from Feng Shouzhu who was reprimanded for giving his opinion, the other elders pretended to be deaf and dumb, and even Fang Jiange and Jun Sixie, who were related to their vital interests, seemed to have no opinion.

"A little weird..."

In the crowd, Zhong Yue frowned slightly, looking at Feng Wuji with a solemn expression.

"Alas, the former direct line of Fuxi, the Feng Clan, has also been reduced to such a level."

In Zhong Yue's sea of ​​consciousness, Xin Huo glanced at the two old men and Feng Wuji on the stage, and couldn't help sighing.

At this point, he finally gave up the idea of ​​looking for the pure-blooded Fuxi.

Even Fuxi's largest clan, the Feng clan, has been reduced to such a level that there may really be no pure-blooded Fuxi in this world.

"Old Sect Master..."

Zhong Yue's eyes were slightly gloomy.

The deadly aura of the old man became more and more intense, and this was a phenomenon that was coming to an end.

This old man who has been running for Jianmen all his life is really going to die.

"It's just life and death."

On the contrary, Xin Huo is used to seeing life and death, so he doesn't care.

"Life and death, life and death..."

Zhong Yue muttered to himself in his heart.

After the ceremony dispersed, Feng Chang and Feng Wuji went up to the Golden Summit of Jianmen together.

After teaching Da Zizai sword qi and other things that only the sect master could master, Feng Wuji bowed and was about to retreat.

"Wuji... Do you have anything to say?"

The old-fashioned Fengshang stopped Feng Wuji, with a hint of complexity and hope in his heart.

"Jianmen will surely flourish under the leadership of the disciples."

Feng Wuji turned around with a solemn expression, bowed and said, "Don't worry."

Feng Chang closed his eyes, no longer had any illusions, and said lightly:

"It's to carry forward the Xiaomang Protoss, the envoy of the Xiaomang Protoss!"

No one knew what kind of disappointment Feng Chang felt in her heart.

That's why he didn't do anything to Feng Wuji and taught him the position of the sect master. On the one hand, he had the reason to paralyze the Xiaomang Protoss, and on the other hand, he also had some hope for him.

I hope he can wake up and be able to lead the human race and lead Jianmen to the top.

But it turned out that none of his actions could make Feng Wuji's heart flutter.

For a time, the old man was a little disheartened.

"Yep?!"

Feng Wuji's heart was shocked, and his expression did not leak at all: "You old man are confused, how can I be the envoy of the Xiaomang Protoss?"

He was slightly startled in his heart, but he thought that he had not leaked any clues, so he was calm on the surface.

woohoo~~~

The airflow swayed slightly, and Feng Chang was too lazy to say anything. The divine sword was instantly unsheathed, shining in ten directions, and the endless sword light evolved into a chain, shrouded in Feng Wuji.

"Old man!"

Feng Wuji was already in his heart, and suddenly he stepped back and shouted: "Old man, you are crazy!"

Boom!

Feng Wuji suddenly stepped back, but he might as well suddenly jump out of two figures behind him, one to the left and one to the right, bombarding two sword-light dragons at the same time.

boom!

Feng Wuji was caught off guard, and was attacked by two people, one staggered, and was suppressed by Fengshang's Da Zizi sword energy in the golden top of Jianmen.

"Fengshouzhu, Shui Zian!"

Feng Wuji coughed up blood again and again, and looked at the two who attacked him.

His strength is not as good as any of the three, and if the three of them join forces, he will naturally escape.

"How did you find me?"

Taking a deep breath, Feng Wuji spoke calmly, but he didn't seem to be panicking.

Instead, he was even more curious about how he was exposed.

"The Xiaomang Protoss has a secret method to clone themselves. They cannot be killed or allowed to escape."

However, Feng Chang ignored Feng Wuji's words. With a flick of his palm, he completely suppressed Feng Wuji and threw it to Shui Zian.

Let him be sent to the town hall where the sword gate seals the town.

"Yes."

Shui Zian bowed slightly and stepped back.

"Brother, why did you suddenly change your plan?"

After Shui Zi'an retreated, Feng Shouzhu frowned slightly and asked.

The original plan of the three was to let Feng Shouzhu pretend to be Fengshang to go to the Demon Soul Restricted Area to die, and Fengshang faked his death in order to draw out all the enemies.

Now, he suddenly made a move against Feng Wuji, which made him a little puzzled.

"Because it's no longer available."

Before Feng Chang could answer, a calm voice had already sounded.

Feng Shouzhu was shocked, and saw that on the Jade Sword Cliff of Jianmen, a man riding a male lion came to the top of the golden top in a whistling.

But it's a wound.

"This is.... the master of the holy city of the demon race, it is not easy to teach!!"

Feng Shouzhu couldn't help taking a breath, and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes.

He was all too familiar with the breath of this lion.

Now the first powerhouse of the demon clan, the giant among the giants of the gods, was completely subdued by this ambush elder and became a mount!

"How could he? How could he surrender?"

The wind and thin bamboo can't hide the shock.

Even when Fengshang was in full bloom, there was no absolute certainty that it would not be easy to kill a master, let alone conquer him.

The teacher is not easy to be arrogant and arrogant, even if it is a god, it is difficult for him to surrender.

The shock brought by the ambush was unimaginably huge.

"Wind thin bamboo!"

The teacher, who was holding the ambush, let out a low roar, with a hint of grievance.

The utensils of being injured and refining suppressed his primordial spirit, restricted his physical body, and even suppressed his thoughts.

"Yep?"

Fushang snorted softly.

Shi Buyi immediately lowered his head in embarrassment.

"He led a team of monsters~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to challenge me in front of my door, and eight heads were beheaded by me."

Fushang made an understatement, ignoring what happened before.

"In the past few days, together with the old sect master, I have found all the spies and traitors in Jianmen."

Fushang looked at Feng Shouzhu and said:

"Next, it is to wait for the Xiaomang Protoss to come to the door."

"Xiaomang Protoss..."

Feng Chang shook his head slightly and said, "Xiaochu Cangshan, the high priest of the Xiaomang Protoss, is my old enemy. If I don't die, he won't come out."

"If he doesn't come to Jianmen, we will go to Xiaomang Temple."

Fushang's eyes lifted slightly, and he said calmly.

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