Fox demon: Carry my piano music with me forever

"Exactly!"

"Your Majesty, our Yiqi Dao League actually has a hidden master who has been practicing in the secular world for many years and has only recently come out into the world."

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid you have heard a few days ago that someone challenged the Demon King of the Demon Clan and won three battles in a row, undefeated!"

"It is precisely because of this person's existence that the four demon nations that have always looked down on us humans are willing to accept the Human-Demon Peace Agreement."

When these words were spoken, all the ministers were half-believing and half-doubting.

Zhang Xi's story of a human challenging the four demon kings was a hot topic at the time, and everyone in the world knew about it. However, that person appeared and disappeared quickly, and no one knew who that person was.

Wushuang's eyes lit up, and a figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

Negative longevity!

If Wushuang were asked to name one person in the world today who has power that surpasses the Demon King, it would definitely be Fu Changsheng.

After all, the scene of Fu Changsheng defeating the god with one hand still fascinates Wushuang.

"The person that Zhang Aiqing is talking about is a man in plain clothes with waist-length white hair?"

"Your Majesty, that's right."

As soon as these words were spoken, those with good memories among the ministers were immediately shocked and broke out in cold sweats, and even those who were slow in reaction reacted quickly.

"Mr. Zhang is talking about... that immortal?" someone asked tentatively in a low voice.

Zhang Xi: Huh?

That one?

who?

I myself don't even know who I'm talking about. Why do these old guys act like they have a deep impression of that person?

Zhang Xi was stunned. He was a new official and didn't know what happened in the palace when Wushuang ascended the throne. But when Zhang Xi turned his head and looked sideways, he found that the officials who had just been bossing him around were now looking at each other in bewilderment and no longer speaking...

Chapter 173 Great Hero...

At noon in June, the hottest area on the entire continent must be the northern border. As far as the eye can see, the land is all yellow sand and dry land, as if it was a forbidden zone for life when the world was first created.

Fu Changsheng raised his hand to wipe the blood off his face, but found that under the scorching sun, the dark brown bloodstains on his face had already dried up.

The plain clothes that were spotless in the past now seemed to have been dragged out of the mud, sticking to the body and emitting bursts of indescribable strange smell under the high temperature.

Under his feet were countless huge demon corpses, their bodies emitting deathly auras piled up on top of each other. From a distance, they looked like a small hill rising from the ground.

Fu Changsheng had already forgotten how many monsters he had killed in Wanshou Ridge. When he came to his senses, his palms and feet were covered in monster blood.

When Fu Changsheng raised his eyes again, all he saw was an endless tide of beasts, which seemed like it would completely submerge the entire circle at any time.

However, at this moment, although the monsters in Wanshou Ridge still exuded terrifying death and murderous intent in their eyes, they no longer rushed forward.

On the contrary, when Fu Changsheng looked at them again, they actually retreated a little, as if they were afraid of something.

Higher-level creatures will experience strong rejection and fear when faced with the corpses of their companions. The most primitive instinct in their genes will drive them to flee from the place where their companions died, and the same is true for monsters.

Even though these monsters in Wanshou Ridge are no longer considered living creatures at this moment, theoretically they will not feel fear.

But, Fu Changsheng killed too many people.

The piles of demon corpses dyed the entire land with sticky black demon blood, spreading a message so strong that even if one loses his spiritual intelligence, he can still sense it -

If you take one more step forward, you will die completely, without any exception.

But they didn't mean to leave.

They just stood there looking at Fu Changsheng, just as Fu Changsheng was looking at them.

Just like the ancient swordsmen who fought to the death, before drawing their swords, the outcome of the duel was already determined when their eyes met. In the face of a life-and-death duel, if one showed any sign of cowardice or retreat, the opponent would cut his throat without hesitation.

The group of monsters from the Ten Thousand Beast Ridge standing outside the circle at this moment was the other swordsman who was dueling with Fu Changsheng. If Fu Changsheng didn't move, they wouldn't move either. But if Fu Changsheng showed even a momentary flaw, they would rush forward again without hesitation and tear Fu Changsheng to pieces.

I don’t know how long it took, but Fu Changsheng suddenly took a step forward.

As soon as he took a step forward, the monsters in Wanshou Ridge retreated a step, as if what was standing there was not Fu Changsheng, but an abyss that swallowed everything.

Fu Changsheng looked at the monsters in Wanshou Ridge with cold eyes and sneered with a hint of sarcasm:

"So you guys are afraid too?"

The next moment, Fu Changsheng took another step forward.

As Fu Changsheng's footsteps fell, the Human Emperor's body erupted again. At this moment, it seemed as if an illusory figure began to appear behind Fu Changsheng, as if to replace the blue sky!

At this moment, Fu Changsheng was carrying the shadow of the Human Emperor on his back, his long snow-white hair was flying, and the divine light bursting out of his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate mountains and rivers.

"I am the Human Emperor, and I bear the responsibility of immortality."

Fu Changsheng's voice was not loud, and his tone was frighteningly calm.

"I know you can hear me."

"I can go back now and pretend nothing happened today."

As he spoke, Fu Changsheng no longer looked at the monsters in Wanshou Ridge, but instead stared far into the sky where the sky and the earth met in the direction of Wanshou Ridge, as if he was looking into a pair of invisible eyes.

"Humans don't provoke trouble, but they are never afraid of it." As he said that, Fu Changsheng raised his hand and summoned the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword, and a cold light illuminated the world.

"Today, I will use this sword as a boundary. If any beast from the Ten Thousand Beast Ridge crosses this line, I will slaughter you, the Ten Thousand Beast Ridge!"

As Fu Changsheng's words fell, the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword in his hand crossed the sky and the earth.

The power of the Human Emperor exploded to the extreme at this moment, and the dazzling sword light formed a white light spanning tens of thousands of miles.

With a slash of the sword, even the heaven and earth seemed to be separated by this slash, as if the connection between the inside and outside of the circle was directly cut off!

If the third young master of Aolai Kingdom was standing here at this moment, he would definitely be amazed by this sword, because the move that Fu Changsheng used was exactly the "drawing on the ground as a prison" that he used to draw the boundary between heaven and earth and separate the inside and outside circles.

In a trance, the cold mechanical voice of the system suddenly sounded from Fu Changsheng's mind:

[Your body is almost overloaded, you need to rest. ]

[If you continue to use the Human Emperor Body, your soul's origin will collapse. ]

However, Fu Changsheng ignored it and continued to release the Human Emperor's pressure without hesitation, always locking onto the aura of the pair of eyes in the direction of the Ten Thousand Beasts Ridge, as if he would strike that direction with another terrifying sword at any time.

The two auras confronted each other thousands of miles apart, just like two people holding swords against each other's necks, neither of them willing to give in.

"..."

Gradually, the eyes of Wanshouling looked at the Fuxiqin, then at the shadow of the Human Emperor behind Fu Changsheng, and finally gave in.

As the pair of eyes faded away, the beasts in Wanshou Ridge, which had lost their intelligence and only knew how to kill, seemed to be guided by something and suddenly retreated in unison.

In the blink of an eye, the dark shadow that had covered the sky and the sun and stretched as far as the eye could see gradually disappeared into the darkness, as if it had vanished out of thin air, leaving behind only a piece of hideous, cracked land and a dead aura that was difficult to dissipate.

During the whole process, the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword in Fu Changsheng's hand was always locked on the aura coming from Wanshou Ridge, and his cold eyes were like a lion king intimidating invaders.

Not until the aura from Wanshou Ridge completely disappeared did Fu Changsheng finally close his eyes and took a deep breath.

The next moment, Fu Changsheng suddenly felt a warm and sticky touch on his lips.

Fu Changsheng raised his hand and touched his philtrum, only to find that bright red blood was oozing out of the tip of his nose uncontrollably.

It was like a string that had been taut for who knows how long and finally broke at this moment. Fu Changsheng suddenly felt his eyes go dark.

The aura of the Human Emperor collapsed like a flood dam in an instant, and quickly fell along with the life energy of Fu Changsheng.

The Human Emperor Body is indeed powerful, but just like the human immune system, while it kills pathogens at high intensity, it will inevitably cause damage to the human body. Fu Changsheng's soul origin is not enough to support him to use the Human Emperor Body as unlimitedly as Taihao Fuxi.

As the scene in sight became increasingly blurred, the figure who had replaced Tianmen to guard the border for the human race slowly fell backwards like a straw blown down by the wind.

The next moment, a soft voice came into his ears, and Fu Changsheng only felt a slightly slender hand supporting his body which was about to fall.

"What a mess, great hero..."

Chapter 174 Take it from the deepest love, use it with the deepest love

"What a mess, great hero..."

【Transfer Station of World-weary Fiction 1 ⑦ ㈨ ⑨ ⒋ ３⒈ June th】

An illusory green demonic aura appeared out of nowhere, and a slender arm barely supported the fallen Fu Changsheng.

At the last moment before he lost consciousness, when he felt the evil aura of Tushan Rongrong, Fu Changsheng couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then in the next moment he felt an inexplicable sense of peace.

Why do I feel so at peace?

Obviously, I am much better than the Third Miss...

Thinking of this, Fu Changsheng couldn't help but laugh at himself. His consciousness completely collapsed, and his body went limp and he fainted in Tushan Rongrong's arms.

Tushan Rongrong's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but clench her hands while holding Fu Changsheng's bloody body, and remained silent for a long time.

The mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood before one's eyes would scare an ordinary person to the point of dizziness, let alone standing there. Even just taking a look at it would make one dizzy.

Tushan Rongrong's eyes looked a little gloomy when she looked at Fu Changsheng at this moment, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking at the moment.

Tushan Rongrong stretched out her fingers and gently pinched Fu Changsheng's collar that was soaked with blood, wanting to see the wound inside, but she retracted her fingers as if she was afraid to face it.

He gently pressed his face against Fu Changsheng, allowing the dried blood stains on his originally clean and delicate baby face.

“It’s like this every time.”

Tushan Rongrong's voice was a little hoarse, and her tone was full of resentment. Her palm gently rested on Fu Changsheng's abdomen, and her demonic power, carrying the green wood energy, was slowly sent into Fu Changsheng's body.

"You always try to be a hero when I'm not paying attention, and when I find you, you leave me with a dying little creature."

Tushan Rongrong spoke in a lower and lower voice, trying to make her expression and voice appear calmer.

As her eyes swept over the shocking wounds and bloodstains, Tushan Rongrong's eyebrows suddenly twisted uncontrollably, then smoothed, then twisted together again, and then smoothed again.

In the end, Tushan Rongrong could no longer control her emotions, and almost subconsciously buried her face in Fu Changsheng's chest to prevent others from seeing her out of control.

"This doesn't look like a handsome hero at all..."

Mixed with a hint of crying, Tushan Rongrong's voice gradually became sobbing and sticky.

Until the next moment, an ethereal voice without any emotion came abruptly:

"I didn't expect you to have such a contradictory expression."

Without even looking up, Tushan Rongrong already knew who was coming. At this time, the only one who was free and able to come here quietly was the Third Young Master.