The stronger existence is rough and every word is sonorous, making Fusang seem to be choking by a person. Every minute and every second he feels extremely difficult to get over. He is the king of the Ninth Heaven. When did he be so choked by someone? He only felt that he was inexplicably angry, but he could not get angry.

The woman in front of her seemed to see that he could not have an attack, and smiled slightly, took another sip of tea without being moved.

She was actually not an aggressive person, but when facing Fusang, she didn't want to give him any steps, and even a tactful language was difficult to express to him. She just wanted to see him look so frustrated, but she couldn't say anything.

In this way, when she thought about what he did a hundred years ago, she felt so good.

The waiting now was long and difficult for Fusang. His eyes fell on the woman lying on the ground, and sweat faintly emerged from his palm.

He knew that Zhaoyue must have mastered some ironclad evidence that he could not excuse, and what he felt even more incomprehensible was that he did not understand why Zhaoyue was also attached to Chunyuan's immortal body.

Why did that body, which had been sleeping for more than 600 years and showed no sign of awakening, become the core of the struggle between the demon clan and the moon clan? Is there anything that is not controlled by him? Is there anything else that is beyond his control?

He looked sideways, glanced at the other immortals ten meters away, came to Zhaoyue, bowed respectfully, lowered his figure, and spoke almost flatteringly: "Yue Zun is a woman with great wisdom. If Yue Zun makes such a conclusion, then this fox prince will be the best in the world. It is a blessing that Yue Zun can get this disciple."

Zhao Yue was a little surprised, looked up at his suddenly lowered figure and said nothing.

Fusang's voice was lowered a little: "Dare you ask Yue Zun, what's the special thing about the immortal body of the Supreme God of Chunyuan?"

Zhao Yue raised her eyebrows gently, smiled faintly, and placed the teacup in her hand on the small table beside her: "The Heavenly Lord finally asked the key idea."

She raised her hand, pointed to the Eight Immortals Chair next to the table, and compared a gesture of invitation.

After Fusang sat down, he glanced at the gods standing at the door, tilted his head slightly, looked at Fusang's cheeks without saying anything.

Fusang understood and waved his hand: "You guys wait outside the hall first. I have some important things to talk to Yuezun."

The crowd nodded and responded, retreating outside the Tai Chi Hall. As the door closed tightly, Zhao Yue glanced around, and the jade flute in her hand gently knocked on the chair handle, and a barrier enveloped the three of them, with the woman lying on the ground.

She looked at Fusang's face and sighed softly: "I know that you are using the demon clan."

A light sentence made Fusang's face turn white in an instant.

"You don't hurry to explain. I have no objection to this matter. I just think that the Heavenly Lord is too stupid. How can the demon clan be willing to contribute to the Heavenly Lord? The demon clan is for something, a container that can carry the Demon Emperor to come to the world again." Zhao Yue chuckled and looked at Fusang, "If the Demon Emperor comes to the world again, with the ability of the Nine Heavens today, the Heavenly Lord thinks how many days can he stand in the declaration of war against the Demon Army?"

Fusang's face became increasingly ugly, and his lips were tightened and he didn't say anything.

"Without the Xuanyuan Sword, you can't hold on for a day when facing the demon army." She turned her jade flute with one hand, and looked at Fusang's expression from the corner of her eyes, "The Heavenly Lord is playing with fire."

After a while, Fusang smiled dryly: "Yuezun, you are really good at joking. The Demon Emperor has been dead for more than a hundred years since the Battle of the Wasteland. How can he come to the world again?"

"If it is another clan, of course there will be no capital and opportunity to come to the world again, but the demon clan is different." Zhaoyue's Yu Dizi stopped suddenly and knocked three times on the table in front of Fusang. "The spiritual consciousness of the demon clan does not enter the cycle of reincarnation, does not have past and present life, and will be stored between heaven and earth when it disperses. If there are containers and sacrifices, they can gather again."

She smiled faintly: "It's just that this container... the level of the Demon King must be a fairy body of a god..."

With a deep voice, she raised her eyes slightly and looked at Fusang beside her: "I am fighting for that immortal body because I am worried that the Demon King will come to the world again. If you lose the Xuanyuan Sword today, what should I use to control the Demon Clan? The Moon Clan and the Ghost Clan of the Demon Clan are only more than 3,000 people in the old, weak, sick and disabled. In addition, the Battle of the Wasteland has just ended for a hundred years, and the clans in the world are resting. If the Demon Clan makes a comeback, will the Heavenly Lord think about how to deal with it?"

Her series of questions completely dispelled Fusang's face. He looked up at Zhao Yue beside him and took a deep breath: "Yue Zun misunderstood. I will not have any relationship with the demon clan, but if what Yue Zun said just now is true, I will really underestimate the demon clan's ability."

He hesitated for a moment and looked at Zhao Yue's cheek: "If there is a body of the Supreme God as a container, is there really a way to resurrect the Demon King?"

The second meaning in this sentence is that if there is really a container, can you resurrect the prince Fuchen of that year?

Zhao Yue could hear something in his words and chuckled: "Resurrection is a great thing against the will of heaven. I only know one of them. The body of the god is the simplest and most convenient container. As for whether there are other methods, only the demon clan members know the most."

After saying that, he raised his chin and pointed to the woman who was tied up in front of him: "The Heavenly Lord took her back for a good interrogation, and he should be able to gain something."

Fusang pondered for a moment and nodded.

"That Yue Zun can see that I handled it like this. Yue Zun secretly took away the immortal body of the god of Chunyuan. This woman was taken away. As for the remaining wishes..." He looked up and glanced at Fu Chen who was still standing there quietly.

But when Zhao Yue smiled faintly, he said, "The Heavenly Lord is so wise, the rest will be written off."

After saying that, he paused again: "Oh, the marriage matter, the Heavenly Lord should wait until the Demon Clan is dealt with before discussing."

Fusang almost thought about it and bowed his hands to claim that it was.

Zhaoyue made a big bet. She bet on Fusang's heart towards the Heavenly Clan, and told him these things very much. On the one hand, she pointed out him and told him that the demon clan he used was not as simple as he looked on. On the other hand, Zhaoyue also wanted to remove his attention from Fuchen, which is now too eye-catching.

She closed the barrier, got up and opened the door, then looked at the immortal Ning Yu who was standing at the door incredibly panic, smiled slightly, and whispered: "Don't be afraid of the immortal, I have agreed with the Heavenly Lord that I will not make things difficult for the immortal."

Ning Yu's eyes were even more frightened, and he glanced at the motionless Fusang sitting in the hall.

At this moment, only Fuchen still put all his eyes on Fusang, looking at the woman lying on the ground in front of him with a expressionless face.
Chapter completed!