There are no graves on the stone steps up the mountain, but some old friends have died here.

Fang Xing did not bow, and held his hand and raised his head. He said that the dead are the most important, but his demeanor is much larger than the dead. His steps were slower. Every time he passed by, he stopped a little, and then looked at some empty places without saying anything. He just looked at a while and left. The little princess Yaochi followed him curiously, and counted silently in his heart. He had walked through ten places in total. Some places stopped for a longer time, some places stopped shorter, and the eighth place had the longest time, but finally he climbed directly to the top of Fengshan Mountain. There was obviously a square with a simple rune printed on it. The mark had not faded, and it seemed that something had been let go.

"If I have the chance, I want to ask you, I have no regrets after I die..."

He stood on the top of the mountain, looked down, and after a while of silence, he muttered softly.

"I have heard of some things about you in Fengshan Mountain before, I think..."

The little princess Yaochi came up carefully, looking like she wanted to comfort him.

Fang Xing rolled his eyes at her: "What's your business?"

After saying that, he waved his sleeves, turned around and walked towards the Shenxiao Hall not far ahead, looking extremely irritating.

The little princess Yaochi was stunned and immediately showed a gritting teeth. She clenched her fists and chased her from behind. Fang Xing laughed and ran towards the temple hall quickly. The two of them were noisy, which made the silent Shenxiao Hall more angry. However, when she was about to rush into Shenxiao Hall, several old men with gray robe walked out of the hall, and looked at them with neither eyes. The eyes seemed to be gray and white, and there was a sense of death.

"What are you looking at? Have you ever seen a couple fight?"

Fang Xing and the little princess Yao Chi were both startled by these people and stared back.

"How can you let go of trouble in front of Shenxiao Palace?"

The old man in the gray robe seemed to be mute and did not answer, but behind them, someone shouted. Fang Xing found that it was a long-standing woman wearing a green gauze skirt, a slender body, and a copper slit on her head. She was full of arrogance and her eyes fell faintly.

"Um?"

Fang Xing and the little princess Yao Chi saw this girl, and at the same time they were slightly stunned and frowned.

The woman smiled faintly, stood there lightly, her chin slightly raised, as if waiting for them to speak.

The little princess Yaochi looked at the woman and her brows were already frowning tightly, and her eyes showed deep dissatisfaction.

Fang Xing also frowned tightly, looked at the woman for a long time before he let out a long sigh.

"It looks familiar, who is she?"

The woman in the green clothes was a little satisfied and was waiting for Fang Xing and the little princess Yao Chi to speak, but she never expected that when the devil spoke, she said something like this, and her face turned a little blue. It seemed that Fang Xing did not recognize her, which made her very angry. However, the little princess Yao Chi looked at her several times and said coldly: "This identity is amazing. She is the goddess of the Changsun family, one of the eight great masters of China, and Miss Changsun Qingliu, but for some reason... she actually appeared here..."

"Changsun Qingliu?"

Fang Xing's expression slightly condensed, then shook his head and said, "I still can't remember!"

Changsun Qingliu's face was extremely ugly. She simply ignored Fang Xing, looked at the little princess Yaochi faintly, and said coldly: "Even the little princess Yaochi can come to Shenxiao Palace. Why can't my Changsun family come? Haha, Sister Xiaoqing, I didn't expect that when I heard that the people in Fuyao Palace had already gone to the Pure Land, raised the banner, and intended to fight the gods to the end, you are smart, silently abandoning the darkness and casting the light, or... Are you marrying a chicken and following the chicken, marrying a dog, and following the dog?"

"You...you are a dog..."

The little princess Yaochi has a bad temper, but she is not a sharp-tongued mouth. She was so angry that she was said, but she couldn't keep her mouth shut.

"Stupid, come back!"

Fang Xing suddenly shouted, shocking the little princess and Changsun Qingliu.

Fang Xing glared at the little princess Yaochi: "I can't even argue, how can I be a member of our old Fang family in the future?"

The little princess Yaochi was originally full of grievance, but her expression suddenly became extremely wonderful.

Changsun Qingliu was the same. He was stunned for a moment. Before he could speak, Fang Xing had already pulled the hand of the little princess Yaochi and walked into the hall. When he passed by Changsun Qingliu, he suddenly put his head in this direction and laughed, "It smells so good..."

Changsun Qingliu took a step back in shock, looking shocked and suspicious.

After a while, he suddenly felt annoyed and figured out what Fang said.

I just said that the little princess Yaochi was marrying a dog and following the dog, but I secretly damaged the devil. However, I didn't expect that the devil immediately smelled it on me and said that it smelled so good. Wouldn't it be that turning around and scolding me?

However, the little princess Yao Chi pinched Fang Xing's shoulder and said dissatisfiedly: "What did you smell her doing?"

Fang Xing pinched back without hesitation: "You can't win a fight and you have a pig's head..."

The solemn atmosphere in the hall made them quarrel and make a fuss, which was very strange. After entering the hall, Fang Xing looked at people in a straight face and couldn't help but be stunned. This hall was extremely majestic, ninety-nine feet tall and ninety-nine feet wide, so that even creatures like the little god king of August who did not know how to turn into human form could enter and exit freely. There was no throne at the end of the hall, but a black statue stood, ninety-nine feet tall, and I don't know what material it was made of, giving people a sense of vitality!

On both sides of the hall, there were rows of cushions, and there were already people sitting there, with no less than a hundred creatures, mainly gods. Among them, there were many human cultivators. At this time, countless eyes looked at Fang Xing and the little princess Yaochi who was pulled into the hall by him. Some were sarcastic, some were despised, some were curious, some were curious, some were also mixed with many shocks.

One thing is that everyone has obviously gathered, there are not many empty spaces in the field, so Fang Xing is obviously late.

"Looking at my little wife with lustful eyes what she wants to do?"

Fang Xing pushed the little princess Yaochi behind him and glared back at those eyes with a vigilant face.

For a moment, people couldn't laugh or cry. Who saw your wife?

Although the little princess of Yaochi is famous all over the world, at this time, the cultivators care more about you...

Fang Xing didn't know whether he was deliberately looking for trouble or making trouble. After glaring at everyone, he saw an empty cushion and walked over carelessly. Unexpectedly, before he sat down, a cold shout sounded around him: "It's not what you should sit here!"

Fang Xing looked at it and saw that it was a god creature in an ancient robe. He was born with a human shape, but had a horn on his head and a snake on his back. He looked at it coldly and without any concealment in his eyes. He immediately sneered in his heart, his palm moved slightly, and he wanted to slap him. He was very angry during this period, fearing that no one would let him vent his anger, but unexpectedly, just as he was about to raise his hand, a clear voice suddenly sounded opposite him: "Fellow Taoist Fang Xing, I have a seat here, come and sit here!"

The voice was very calm, but Fang Xing frowned and looked over coldly when he heard it.

There were many people sitting in front and back where the sound came. Without exception, they were all human cultivators. Many of them looked familiar, obviously they were geniuses who had met before, and many of them were people who had never thought they would appear here before. The descendant of the little fairy world was sitting here. However, what attracted Fang Xing's gaze was the one who was the descendant of the little fairy world. He was looking quietly, which was one of the few people with kindness in his eyes in the hall...

While seeing him, Fang Xing forgot to trouble the creature of the gods, and turned around and walked towards him.

"You...why are you here?"

When the little princess Yaochi saw this person, she was stunned and looked extremely shocked.

If she only looked a little surprised when she saw Changsun Qingliu, one of the eight great masters of the Central Region of China, appeared here, then when she saw this person, she would be truly shocked, with an incredible face and extremely strange.

The little princess Yaochi couldn't hide her shock and blurted out, but Fang Xing didn't say anything.

He walked straight to the person, remained silent, just staring at him...

"Since I heard about you, I have been waiting for you!"

The man also stood up, with a long body and a jade-like face, a face covered with iron, and a blue shirt floating, looking handsome.

"Who is this person?"

After Fang Xing was silent for a while, he finally spoke, a smile appeared on his face, and asked the little princess Yao Chi behind him.

"this……"

The iron-faced man didn't expect Fang Xing to say this, and he stumbled slightly and smiled bitterly.

The little princess of Yaochi paused word by word, and said softly: "His name is Zhao Hongying. He is the eldest son of the Zhao family of the ancient family in the Central Region of Shenzhou. He has shown his talent since childhood. His cultivation is unfathomable. He was once known as the four great princes of the Central Region of Shenzhou, under the order of the saint, guarding the Demon Abyss for ten years, and a disciple of the saint..."

Listening to the little princess Yaochi counting her past, the Iron-faced man, or Zhao Hongying, she also laughed bitterly and did not speak.

Fang Xing's face also became extremely strange!

In this hall, he saw too many unexpected people, including Changsun Qingliu.

But no matter how many there are, the one in front of him is the person he most unexpected.

Time seemed to be lengthened, and the eyes of the two of them both had unspeakable complex meanings.

But in fact, it was only one or two breaths, Fang Xing had already started to laugh, reached out and patted Zhao Hongying on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be here too. I'm really surprised. When did you join the gods?"

As he said that, he glanced around and said, "Your sister?" (~^~)
Chapter completed!