"I think Fuxi should not worry about the miasma of Er and others, but it will be messy inside." Seeing that Fuxi was still not ready to spit out any ivory, Mo directly extended his feather fan and pointed it into the Hades' Hall.

"If you return to the abyss of the underworld, you will not be in chaos!" Fuxi shook his sleeves, left such plain words, turned around and prepared to enter the Hades Palace.

However, the next second, the entire Palace of Hades was suddenly wrapped in rich purple aura, and the Netherworld abyss not far from here also began to boil and roar. At some point, a purple auspicious cloud blew over the entire underworld.

Mo stopped with the hand that shook the feather fan, and the sarcastic or charming smile on his face was slightly frozen. Wu Kaixin next to him was so excited that he had red eyes at some point. On his face, which had not been fluctuating for thousands of years, he smiled stiffly and distortedly. The content inside was too complicated, and Meng Po still couldn't understand it.

"It turns out that she is also angry. Her true body is also full of air, haha," Mo's face suddenly reacted with great sadness, shook his feather fan, and left the world without looking back.

The purple air blew up the white hair, and the golden bells jingled, accompanied by a low murmur, which entered Wu Kaixin and Fuxi's ears.

"It turns out that it's all qi, chaotic qi, one is auspicious and the other is an obstacle. It turns out that fate comes, hahahaha, it's really good, very good, hahaha!"

"Mo," the crazy laughter made Fuxi suddenly speak, and it was like a thick mask on his face, cracking little by little. He suppressed his steps, Fuxi frowned and said to the Huafa people who were pausing in a slight pause, saying, "Don't harm the creatures on earth and cause the creatures on earth to be devastated."

"Mo? Or Mo? Fuxi's words are not complete, it's not complete!" Stepping on the sound of his bell, Mo shook his feather fan and walked freely and freely.

I don't know when a crystal clear bead was condensed from my eyes, which ran away from the corners of my eyes, slid across the pale cheeks, and finally hung on the pointed, thin and delicate chin.

When passing by the place where Wangchuan resented the soul, the hanging beads finally dripped into the rolling Wangchuan water. With a bell, the golden bell that had been for thousands of years in the hair was slowly sliding down from the hair. For some reason, the crisp sound of the bell would never be heard or heard again.

Seeing the golden bell sinking quickly into the Forgetful River water, a "ding" sound turned out to be sad in one eye.

Meng Po, who was still addicted to the underworld suddenly came from the east when she heard the sound of the water from the Wangchuan Pond, couldn't help but look down. It turned out that the sound actually came from the ancient god. It turned out that the relationship between the ancient god and her bell was so deep? Unfortunately, the things that fell into the Wangchuan Pond need to be salvaged.

If you are not allowed to use magic power, even if you come to another ancient god, you will inevitably be seriously injured. Forget it, there are bells everywhere.

Just when he was about to comfort the ancient god who lost his beloved thing, he found that the pale god suddenly turned into a wisp of black gas and completely disappeared in front of him.

Meng Po, who had blinked her eyes, had not yet reacted, and had already stood consciously at the place where Mo had just stood. After standing for a while, she came to a conclusion that the bell could not fall into the water of the Forgetful River Pool by itself.

Tsk, Meng Po, who shook her head, looked at the vibrant world with joy, walked into Wu Kaixin and said, "Judge Wu, why did she cry? Hey, who is this?" Meng Po had never seen such a golden god!

"This god calls Fuxi." Wu Kaixin immediately returned to his stereotyped face and looked at Meng Po and said, "Don't be rude."

"Fuxi?" Meng Po, who took a deep breath, immediately performed a standard etiquette towards Fuxi, and then slowly moved behind Wu Kaixin. Fuxi, God, isn't this God? Emperor, God, it turns out that there is really God!

Fuxi, who waved his hands at Meng Po casually, carried his hands on his back, and his palms hidden under the white robe had already clamped his fists at some point. The word "Round" seemed to ask casually: "What did Mo Shen do in the water of the Wangchuan Pond just now?"

"Ah?" Meng Po didn't expect that she would talk to God one day, so after a few seconds of surprise, she immediately saluted and replied: "Return to Fuxi God, Mo Shen just dropped a string of bells by the pool water. Maybe Mo Shen couldn't bear the bell, so she felt sad for a while."

"You said she was crying?" Fuxi's voice was calm and cold, and he said no differently as asking about business: "Do you know that God has no tears unless he is about to return to chaos!"

"Ah?" So serious? Meng Po was shocked. She thought that only those who became monks and became gods halfway through had no tears. It turned out that the ancient gods were the same as hers. Meng Po, who thought about it for a while, gritted her teeth and said, "Go back to the God of Fuxi, maybe Meng Po's eyes were blurred. She saw it wrong, and she saw it wrong!"

After answering, Meng Po was afraid that Fuxi would ask him again, so she changed the subject and said, "Huh? Old Wu, why is the auspicious purple aura in our Hades' Hall of Hell today?"

"The disaster caused by his ex-Meng Po has been fruitful today." Wu Kaixin was very thoughtful. He wanted to ask Fuxi to return Mo Ji to the abyss of the underworld, but Shennong had woken up at this time. Shennong, who had not resisted the miasma, suppressed the remnant soul of Shennong, which was trapped in the abyss of the underworld. It was either trapped or vain. He forced Mo to leave Mo in the underworld. I am afraid that soon, the dead souls of the underworld will be swallowed without a trace.

"I go to the human world to bring Mo back. You are here to guard it, don't let Shennong approach Xuanyuan." Before Wu Kaixin finished thinking, Fuxi, who was beside him, spoke unexpectedly. In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared into the underworld.

"Don't let Shennong get close to Xuanyuan?" Meng Po said this after Fuxi disappeared, and turned to Wu Kaixin and said, "What? Is there a marriage between my king and Shennong?"

"Hey!" Wu Kaixin, who sighed slightly, looked at Meng Po on the side and said, "You go to your Meng Po Village to guard. Remember that if the Fire God comes at this time, it must be that the person who comes is not good, do you understand?"

"Yeah." This was the first time Meng Po saw Wu Kaixin with such stern words.

Ignoring Meng Po's look, Wu Kaixin looked at the increasingly gathering purple aura, frowned, and rushed directly to Xuanyuan Jimo's Palace of the King of the Underworld.

I didn't know that the ancient gods woke up in the world, but I kept taking my phone to photograph the dreamy purple clouds. I didn't know that a group of four were passing by themselves quickly and heading towards the distant snow-capped mountains.

"Lolita, what's going on? Why does a good snow-capped mountain produce Zetian's purple aura like this?" Ziya asked Lolita while quickly pinching the magic formula.

"God knows!" This answer was quite gritted. She hadn't come out to play. Such things had never happened before, so why did it happen today?

However, sitting on the priest's head, Er said happily: "Don't panic, don't panic, this is my master coming out, my master coming out!"

"Your master? Who?" Ziya frowned and looked at the nine-tailed fox and said, "Isn't your master warm wine?"

"Yes!" Er moved his ears and said happily: "Wenjiu is my master, and Shennong is also my master. Wenjiu and Shennong Mother Goddess are the same person, no no, no, the same god!"

"Impossible!" Ziya stopped suddenly, looked at Er with a bad face and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

"I don't talk nonsense." Seeing that Ziya didn't believe it, Er stretched out his claws and patted the priest's head and said, "Wenjiu is Shennong, Shennong is Wenjiu, but the owner of Wenjiu only has a wisp of residual soul. Now all the residual souls are returned to their positions. Look at the purple air in the snow mountain and the tomb guarded by Lolita, it must be my master Shennong!"

"You," the priest asked seriously, holding Er in his arms, "How could you know this?"

"Huh?" Er was stunned by this question. She said it and said, but for a moment she really didn't know how she learned about it. Anyway, there was a vague idea in her mind that her master Shennong was about to wake up, and that purple Qi was Shennong.

Seeing that he had been huh for a long time but didn't make any noise, Lolita looked at the situation on the top of the snow-capped mountain on her territory, and immediately frowned, stepped into the air, looked at the confrontation of the Fire God and Fuxi, and said unhappily: "Fuxi, Fire God, don't deceive people too much. If you want to fight, please go to another place."

"I'm fine." The God of Fire shrugged and looked at Fuxi opposite him sarcastically, saying, "I just don't know if Fuxi is happy."

The two foxes on the ground were far away and were not very clear, so they shook their eyes and said, "Fox, do you know who are above?"

"Emperor Fuxi, the Fire God, or Lolita." Er raised his neck, squinted his eyes and looked at the situation above carefully and said: "It seems that Fuxi and the Fire God have met, and then Lolita is trying to persuade him to fight."

"Punish the fight?" Ziya sneered: "You are afraid you don't know Lolita very well. If she can persuade Lolita, then it's not Lolita. She is afraid she will take the lead."

Sure enough, when Ziya finished saying this, Lolita raised her dark sword in her hand, looked at Fuxi with her fox eyes and said, "Fuxi, I remember that you great gods can't come here in this snow mountain."

Fuxi, who was holding his hand on his back, looked at Lolita with expressionless face, and a golden light waved directly at the Fire God and said, "Fujima, I will give you one last chance to tell me where is?"

The Fire God, who barely blocked the divine power, wiped off the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, and looked at Fuxi with a smile and sarcastic look: "Fuxi, I have forgotten for tens of millions of years. At this last moment, do you think I will make a mistake in this matter?"

"Things back then were Shennong's own choice, so why bother with you forever?" Fuxi's voice had no fluctuations at all, but this sound of the fire ghost, who was originally a strong bow and crossbow, trembled in anger.

"Own choice? It's ridiculous." Fire ghost clenched his fist into one hand and pointed at Fuxi with the other hand, and said with a distorted face: "If it weren't for you, Fuxi, who had hidden the method of cracking, how could my Lord Shennong end up like this? It's all you, you, what a hypocritical emperor Fuxi, and what a emperor Fuxi!"

"The method of cracking?" Fuxi's face finally changed a little, and his eyebrows frowned slightly and said, "How did you know?"

"If you want to think about others, don't do it unless you do it yourself." After saying this, the fire ghost looked at the sudden surge of miasma and finally laughed wildly: "Hahaha, my lord wake up, Fuxi, in order to protect your lover, did you ever think about today? Hahaha!"

"Particularity, evil fate!" Fuxi's words were cold and frosty. He reached out to the sky and raised his hand. The purple thunder fell from the sky and ruthlessly struck the fire ghost. Seeing that the fire ghost who turned into a ball of original fire because of his loss of cultivation, Fuxi waved his clothes and put the ball of original fire into the shear and said, "If I don't kill you, Shennong will also kill you!"

Then he turned around and looked at Lolita and said, "The contract for the snow mountain has been broken. Go to the cemetery to get your memories back." After speaking, Fuxi disappeared in front of Lolita's eyes with a stack of golden light.

So before Lolita could show off her mighty appearance, she saw the great gods in front of her coming and leaving with the wind.

Thinking about Fuxi's last words, Lolita went straight to the cemetery without saying hello to her friends. At this time, the contract was broken, and the soul of the tomb-suppressing was born in an instant. However, before the souls could cheer, they were all absorbed by the sudden miasma, which was missing some unnecessary trouble.

After seeing the entrance of the priest who had lost the spiritual pressure, Ziya looked at each other quickly, he quickly followed Lolita's footsteps and went to the cemetery to take a look.

At this time, Lolita, who was the first to come to the cemetery, had no time to sort out the scene that filled his mind at that moment. Instead, he looked straight at the floating coffin hanging in the air, and his heart suddenly became blocked. In the blink of an eye, the floating coffin turned into ashes in Lolita's eyes...

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