Fu Ze originally intended to come here to deal with the altar.

Although this altar and the twelve stone pillars are very similar to the one that Fang Huaishuo made in the west of Fengdu City, Fu Ze knew that there was still a big gap between the two.

Not to mention the size, the altar here in Hell is obviously larger and more magnificent, and the breath here is more dangerous.

Furthermore, there is an ancient formation engraved on the altar here. The formation is nothing else, but the gate leading to the cage. Because of Fang Huaishuo's sacrifice, the formation has been a little loose. Although it will not be lifted immediately, it is only a matter of time.

If they were discovered by those old perverts, I believe that they would be able to break through this shackles in less than a long time. I am afraid that by then, when those people rushed to the world, the world would become a slaughterhouse for those people to resent.

Therefore, Fuze is here to consolidate this formation today. Because he was designed by Fang Huaishuo as a carrier to transmit the energy of sacrifice, only he, the carrier, can successfully evacuate the energy sent there again.

In addition, his body also carries part of the sacrificed soul, so if he wants to completely get rid of the impact of this matter, he must solve this potential problem before he can solve this matter.

Fu Ze glanced at Fang Huaishuo, who was already a little crazy, pursed his lips, and his subordinates increased their strength. Fang Huaishuo did not expect that in just a moment, Fu Ze had made some plans in his mind. If he didn't investigate, he would actually be escaped by Fu Ze.

Since Fang Huaishuo's body was rotating with the spiritual power of the world just now, he did not have enough power to resist Fu Ze's attack for a while, he took more than ten steps before he could barely stop.

Fang Huaishuo pressed down the qi and blood rolling in his chest, looked up and saw Fuze running towards the altar at a very terrifying speed.

A deep stroke passed through Fang Huaishuo's eyes, and then he activated his underworld power. His hand holding the long sword tightened again, and he raised his foot to chase Fuze.

Fuze naturally noticed the strangeness behind him, but he didn't take it seriously. Even though this was the territory of Master Yan, he didn't care. After all, he was an old friend who had known each other for nearly a hundred years and was more or less familiar with each other.

His speed is very fast now, so fast that ordinary people can only see a afterimage. In just a few breaths, Fuze stood on the altar.

A layer of black mist was faintly swept across the pure black altar. On Fuze's right hand, the black mist revealed on the edge of the formation was still increasing. Obviously, the formation here was the most loose.

Fu Ze walked slowly over. Before he could stand firm, a sound of breaking through the air suddenly appeared behind him. Fu Ze subconsciously dodged to the left, but the attack seemed to have predicted his reaction in advance, and turned to him flexibly along the angle of Fu Ze's dodging.

Fu Ze's eyebrows tightened. He didn't expect Fang Huaishuo to see through his actions now. The next moment, Fu Ze widened his eyes and looked at Fang Huaishuo in surprise, his eyes full of disbelief.

Fang Huaishuo seemed to have not seen the surprise in his eyes, and the sword in his hand reached forward a little more. Fu Ze spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth, his eyebrows were tightly twisted, and his heart was filled with disbelief.

"Puff--" Another mouthful of blood gushed out, wetting the black collar on his chest.

Fuze opened his mouth and wanted to ask Fang Huaishuo why he really wanted to stop him. He believed that everything Fang Huaishuo did was because of his master, but Fang Yanzhi was dead. Would he really want Fang Yanzhi's soul to never be reborn?

When the words came to my mouth, Fuze couldn't ask anymore.

Before, he didn't understand love, so he didn't understand why Master Yan did that for Fang Yanzhi, nor did he understand why they had a good relationship but could not say a word.

Now, Fuze probably understands a little.

Because one is unwilling to accept it, the other wants to abandon his past and even future.

Fang Yanzhi was unwilling to accept the sacrifice of Lord Yan. That man should be the little prince who was below one person in the underworld. He should be cynical all day long and did not know the sufferings of the world every day, rather than living like himself for his burden; Lord Yan was willing to give up everything about him for Fang Yanzhi, such as the prince of the underworld, the successor of the future, and what he died while living. He didn't care. As long as the person he called his master was happy, living could reduce some of the suffering in his life.

I just wish you good, just hope you will have a smooth life, then - even if I fall into the hell of never reincarnation, it will be fine.

Fuze probably understood the entanglement between them now, but he didn't believe that Fang Huaishuo was really willing to Fang Yanzhi disappear between heaven and earth.

Pressing down the qi and blood rolling in his chest, Fu Ze said carefully: "You, you should know that if he really sacrificed, you will never see him again."

"So what!"

Fuze didn't expect Fang Huaishuo to say such words. He suddenly raised his head and bumped into Fang Huaishuo's eyes full of tears. The bitterness in his eyes was too obvious. What Fuze wanted to say was stuck in his throat. He wanted to say it, but couldn't say it.

It seemed that everything was connected, and it seemed that it was about to end. Fang Huaishuo didn't care about the person in front of him. After understanding his eyelashes for a little while, the hot tears slid down his face.

Fuze finally said softly: "Why are you doing..."

"You don't have to worry about it!"

Fang Huaishuo shouted fiercely, then pulled out the long sword inserted into Fuze's chest. The blood brought out of the long sword splattered on Fang Huaishuo's pale face, as arrogant as his fiery red robe.

As soon as he finished speaking, a pitch-black lamp appeared in Fang Huaishuo's hand. There was no unnecessary decoration on the lamp, but the base part was carved with many stripes. Fu Ze looked at it and felt his mind was spinning. He quickly closed his eyes. On the other hand, there was a knife shorter than an ordinary dagger. The knife was about as long as his palm. The blade was dark all over. There were two blood grooves long and short on the back of the knife. The long one stopped abruptly half an inch away from the knife hilt, and the short one spread directly into the knife hilt.

"Soul-scattering lamp! Blade soul!"

Fuze widened his eyes and looked at the thing in Fang Huaishuo's hand.

These two things can cause a bloody storm in both worlds, nothing else, just because this is the third and fourth of the eight treasures in the underworld.

The soul-scattering lamp can disperse the soul of the upper immortal, and destroy the soul of the ten thousand-year-old ghost. The blade soul is a damage to the soul, and it is an irreversible damage. No matter which immortal you are, you don’t have to recover if you are injured by the blade soul.

He never expected that these two things were something that the Emperor of the Underworld could not get, and Fang Huaishuo would have obtained. If Fang Huaishuo used whatever it was on him...

Fuze dared not think about it.

After a moment, only determination was left in Fang Huaishuo's eyes. Fuze tried to turn his mind around, but when he got the look of desolate and nothing, Fuze couldn't say anything.

I'm a little sorry for A Wu, and I don't know if I can see him again.

"Ozawa!"

Ah, here are the eighteen levels of hell. Can illusions still occur? It is not impossible. After all, what is tortured here is the body and mind of the human body and mind, and any situation may occur.

Awu, I want to see you again.

Fang Huaishuo looked at the sound and saw Jiang Zhu wearing a snow-white cloud family robe, with silver moon embroidered on his chest, holding a silver moon sickle, standing not far away and staring at him fiercely.

Fang Huaishuo was slightly stunned because he had not noticed someone nearby before, and it was obvious that Jiang Zhu probably came directly from tearing the space.

At this time, Fuze could not see that it was not his own hallucination. He looked at Jiang Zhu's angry expression and felt guilty and did not dare to look at him.

After Jiang Zhu came here, he saw the wound on Fu Ze's chest at first sight. The wound was still bleeding. Jiang Zhu immediately wanted to step forward, but was blocked by the barrier set by Fang Huaishuo.

"Do you think I will let you disturb me now?" Fang Huaishuo had completely calmed down at this moment, and the things in his hand were also exposed to Jiang Zhu's eyes.

When Jiang Zhu saw clearly what Fang Huaishuo was holding, he was shocked and took several steps back.

That is the treasure of the underworld!

Why, how could it be in Fang Huaishuo's hands?

You know, even the Emperor of the Underworld cannot be used casually!

Why did he treat Ozawa like this!

If I hadn't come here now, wouldn't I even be able to see Ozawa's last time?

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhu's terrifying eyes suddenly shot towards Fang Huaishuo's hands. Jiang Zhu wished he could rush forward and grab the things from Fang Huaishuo's hand below, but he couldn't, not only could he not, but he also had to be careful of Fang Huaishuo's secret move.

"Linchuan, you are so lucky." Fang Huaishuo's tone was indescribable, but Fu Ze still felt a little envy.

Yes, envious.

Fang Huaishuo hid his emotions. He raised his hand and looked at the soul-scattering lamp in his hand. This thing can separate the three souls and seven spirits of a person, and it is almost impossible to repair it again.

Putting the blade soul on the base of the soul-scattering lamp, Fang Huaishuo's right hand was empty. He walked to Fuze, raised his right hand and slapped Fuze's chest. The sword wound there had not stopped bleeding. Under Fang Huaishuo's sudden attack, another piece of blood was sprayed from Fuze's chest.

Jiang Zhu took a sudden step, but Fang Huaishuo's barrier stopped him from moving forward.

The current situation no longer allows him to delay any further.

"Fang Huaishuo, are you determined?"

Fang Huaishuo turned his back to Jiang Zhu and said nothing. In Jiang Zhu's opinion, this was a disguised default. At the moment, Jiang Zhu did not hesitate and directly waved the sky to attack Fang Huaishuo's barrier.

The silver light hit the barrier, shaking the land beneath his feet. Seeing Fang Huaishuo getting closer and closer to Fuze, Jiang Zhu could only speed up his attack.

Jiang Zhu didn't care about anything else, and his mind was full of how to rescue Fuze safely. Jiang Zhu didn't care about the threat Fang Huaishuo at all.

Fuze stood opposite Fang Huaishuo. From this angle, he could see Jiang Zhu desperately attacking the barrier. Fang Huaishuo felt it was noisy, so he waved his hand to isolate the sound.

"I really envy you, Linchuan."

As he said that, Fang Huaishuo held the soul-scattering lamp in his hand and walked towards Fuze.

The blood dripping from Fu Ze's body fell on the formation under his feet, scattered into red plums, charming and decisive.

Fuze retreated step by step. He wanted to resist, but the injury in his chest was too serious and his meridians were destroyed, so his spiritual power could not be used.

As things have developed to the point where they are now, Fu Ze is no longer worried. He looks at Fang Huaishuo's calm gaze, grits his teeth and presses down the torn pain in his chest, straightens his back, bends his mouth slightly, and looks at the person in front of him.

Fang Huaishuo was startled by his sudden change and then felt relieved. He didn't care what this person reacted, because these were not within the scope of his plan.

"Linchuan, do you think Master is okay now?"

Fuze didn't expect him to ask such a question. After thinking about it, he said, "Of course he is good, but he hopes you will be better."

"Oh?" Fang Huaishuo was a little surprised at Fu Ze's change, "I didn't expect you to understand."

"Yes, I understand, it's just you..."

Fang Huaishuo was a little happy to hear his reply. This person had a pretty good relationship with his master back then. Does being able to hear such words from his mouth mean that his master would also think so?

Fang Huaishuo had already walked to the place where he was stepping far ahead of Fuze with the soul-scattering lamp. Jiang Zhu behind him was still trying his best to attack the barrier.

Fuze held back his heartache and said, "He can't open it."

"Yes." Fang Huaishuo just responded lightly.

The Soul Dispersing Lamp was stained with a little blood from Fu Ze at some time, but it did not have the power to drive it, and it would not automatically occur.

Fang Huaishuo raised his hand to wipe off the blood on the lamp, his movements were gentle as water, as if he was worried about disturbing anyone. After that, he stretched out his hand holding the soul-scattering lamp and put the soul-scattering lamp on Fu Ze's chest.

"You have always made me envious, whether it was before, now... or in the future... Linchuan..."

"A Yan has anything to say, I'll listen."

"Ha, you are not afraid of death."

"I'm afraid of death now, and I'm even more afraid that I'm worse than death."
To be continued...