Through the heavy fog, the eager expectations of the people and the demons did not fade. There was no magic like a mirror and a water moon. The one presented in front of us was indeed the Fuyou Palace, because a plaque floating on the main entrance of the palace was written: Fuyou Palace.

The quaint handwriting, the quaint ink color, and the quaint plaque. The only thing that makes people feel inconsistent is that the plaque is a bit ragged.

This is a palace. Indeed, this is a palace about ten feet tall. Indeed, this is a palace about ten feet tall, with a simple and unique shape and a dilapidated palace.

Yes, it is very old. I don’t know how many years have passed. The door is half-closed, with several cracked holes. When the cold wind pours in, it makes a 'woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-wo

Everyone was speechless. In their eager anticipation, the Floating Palace should be a fairyland with colorful clouds flowing, stars surrounding, gods and men dancing wonderfully, and joy and sounds of silk and bamboo. But none of them were there. Amber wine, jasper cup, golden foot bottle, jade plate, food like pictures, wine like spring, guqin, bell sound, etc., and there was no such thing as a ruined humble room, like a poor old man who had no support or company, waiting for death in silence.

Perhaps it has died, this is what everyone thinks at this moment.

"Squeak!"

The plaque engraved with the three characters of Fuyou Palace suddenly shaking in the unbearable sound of the gate due to old age and being pushed. It had no support like a tower in the sky and would fall to the ground at any time. With its weathered appearance at any time, it would turn into dust before it landed.

However, when the door moved, it meant that there was someone. After everyone woke up, they hurriedly followed the sound and saw a man like a ghost. At some point, he stood at the door with expressionless face and looked over.

Xiao Qingyi took a deep breath, walked forward two steps, and said softly: "Dare you ask, this place is Fuyou Palace, and Zun is the God of the Heavenly God of Fuyou Palace?"

"God?" The ghost-like man pulled the corner of his mouth, "Little girl, aren't you sick?"

Su Fu also moved closer and gradually saw clearly that the man's body was translucent, and even the clothes on his body were as ragged as the palace, like a real ghost. It was not so much a god, but rather a lonely ghost.

Xiao Qingyi said unwillingly: "I am the heir to the next leader of the White Star Clan in the Lower Realm, and I came here to hold the name..."

The ghost man's eyes flashed slightly and he said slowly: "It turns out to be a descendant of Bai Xing, come in with me!"

The little girl did not doubt that there was it, and she was about to go in with him now, but Su Fu reached out to block her hand. He only heard him say lightly: "Can you tell me what is necessary for the inheritance of the White Star Clan? What is the so-called chanting of the name?"

The ghost-like man looked at Su Fu unexpectedly, but soon, his eyes narrowed slightly: "You are the outsider. Finally, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Outsider?"

All the monsters and the little girls were shocked. The word "outsiders" was too strange, but its meaning was too simple, so simple that it was clear at a glance. Su Fu was not a person in the Fusheng Realm.

Su Fu ignored their gazes, but said lightly: "Why did you know I'm coming?"

The ghost-like man showed a self-deprecating but terrifying smile: "I felt it when you came to this world. I think if it were you, I should be able to understand my difficulties."

The demons looked at each other, and Qingyi was completely confused. She knew Su Fu's origins were mysterious, but she didn't expect that he came from outside. What were the words he said, were true and what were false? What was he going to Fuyou Palace for without hesitation?

At this moment, she undoubtedly wanted to verify from Su Fu the most. At this moment, an idea involuntarily came to her mind: What should I do if he was not good for the Fusheng Realm?

Su Fu was also secretly complaining in his heart at this time, but he didn't expect that he would be discovered by someone as soon as he came. He didn't know how to explain to the girl, but he had a headache when he thought about it.

"I don't think I can!" He was a little annoyed by the ghost man and didn't speak very politely.

The ghost man smiled faintly: "Come in with me." He didn't tell the reason, and then went straight to the palace.

Su Fu thought about it and took the lead in stepping inside. Compared to facing Xiao Qingyi's little face full of doubts, he felt that it would be easier for him to go to the Fuyou Palace.

When Xiao Qingyi saw him move, she couldn't help but follow him. Lu Kui and General Heng naturally followed Xiao Qingyi closely. At this point, neither demon could give up the Red Gold Divine Mirror.

The wasteland stared at Su Fu and followed them as early as when they moved.

When I came inside, there was an extremely huge bedroom with sandalwood on the top of the clouds, crystal lamps with mottled traces of time, and pearl curtains that were leaking from the east to the west. There was a dry pool in the middle, and there was a statue of the goddess dancing without strands.

Just on the side of the bed, there is a small door that is as tall as a person. In the middle of the door, there is a hole the size of a palm is vaguely the shape of a token.

After Su Fu stepped in, he stared at the small door and told him intuition that what he needed was behind the door. The hole as big as a palm could be seen without a careful comparison. It was the milky white token given by Huang Ziyun on his body, Taifu Ling.

The ghost man walked to the side of the door and saw Su Fu's expression. An inexplicable smile appeared on his face. He suddenly said, "Actually, I am the Heavenly Way of Fusheng Realm."

As soon as this said, a stone caused a thousand waves. Xiao Qingyi, who was walking quickly, suddenly froze, with her beautiful eyes filled with strong hostility, staring at the ghost man.

The three demons were even more exaggerated and even showed some of their bodies, their faces were solemn, and they were ready to face each other.

Su Fu then turned his gaze to his face in surprise. He felt that the most absurd thing he had ever heard of since he traveled through the real world, that someone actually claimed to be the "Heavenly Way"? He thought it was very ridiculous. If all the cultivators in the real world practiced the Heavenly Way, they looked like ghost men, probably not many people could accept it.

The ghost man saw their performance in his eyes, neither worried nor afraid, and smiled faintly: "Indeed, I was the way of heaven. Now the floating world is affected by the Eternal Reincarnation Curse, and I know it clearly. Because Eternal Reincarnation Curse is my own hand."

Xiao Qingyi didn't care whether this was true or false. When she thought of her dead tribe members and her parents, she couldn't help but ask angrily: "Why did you do this? You don't know how many innocent people have become demons who only know how to kill..."

She gradually showed an unconcealed murderous intent on her face. The little girl was too young after all. She suppressed her sadness for a long time. Once she found a vent, she could not hold back.

The ghost man said lightly: "Of course there is a reason..."

Everyone and the demon were pulled by this for a moment, but they did not notice that after they came in, the crystal lamp hanging from the beam would flash with faint light.

At this moment, Su Fu did not notice it. In the sea of ​​consciousness that had been ignored for a long time, a vortex suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​blood, and gradually came out of the dry bottom. It slowly gathered at a speed that Su Fu could not detect, brewing, as if he could still smell a weird smile.

What's even more amazing is that at the same time, in this extremely hidden place in the sea of ​​consciousness, a light blue unknown object that had been hidden for a long time also moved at this time.

At the present level, Su Fu's hope of repairing his soul injury was right in front of him, and he was in a state of difficulty in calming down, so he did not find an unimaginable demonic disaster approaching.

If he could be calmer, he might be able to understand that on the road to immortality, whether it is the external disaster, the phase disaster, the heavenly disaster, the sword and the killing disaster, or the demon disaster, even if he transcends, it still exists, let alone not to mention that he has not transcended, and is still far away from countless distances. For example, Bai Sheng appeared on the top of Tianqian Mountain a few days ago, which is the disaster between Su Fu and the demons. If he cannot calm down, it will be difficult to seize the glimmer of life in the dark.

But at this moment, it is impossible to blame Su Fu for being unsatisfied. Only after repairing his soul injury can he continue to practice and restore his lost life. Otherwise, he will die in less than three or five years. How can he be willing to do so? The last hope is here, how can he be calm? After all, he is still a personal person.

Su Fu remained silent on his face, but quietly took out the Taifu Order, hugged it in his arms, and smiled indifferently: "The way of heaven is not such a simple thing, and the joke is not funny at all!"

As soon as this said, the three demons were stunned. The little girl was even more confused and thought: I remember Grandpa Taizu said that the way of heaven that descended from the eternal curse was transformed by a clan leader of his clan a long time ago. However, his deeds were blocked and strictly prohibited from being spread. No one in the clan talked about this matter, and she didn't know it well.

But the little girl still agreed with Su Fu's words in her heart. If the "Heavenly Way" looks like a ghost man, it would be too disappointing.

The ghost man had a faint smile on his face, not knowing what mystery was hiding. He said, "I said that there is a reason. Please wait and let me tell you slowly."

"I'm from the White Star Clan!" When he said this, the smile on his face gradually faded away for some reason.

The three demons formed a tacit formation, rankling the ghost man and Su Fu on both sides. Obviously, they did not trust both of them. At the critical moment, they were still reliable in the same clan.

Xiao Qingyi said: "In this way, you are still my senior. Why did you put the White Star Clan in this situation?"

The ghost man did not answer her words, but said to himself: "My real name has been forgotten in the long river of time. I will not hide it from you. After living for so long, the most correct thing I did was to lower the eternal reincarnation curse and prevent the White Star Clan from joining other tribes to conspire to the real world!"

The words of the ghost man made everyone and demons in the field dumb and didn't know what expression they were.
Chapter completed!