The boy's heart moved, as dust splashed everywhere, stepped forward, and pressed his palm against the falling black shadow.

"who?"

The black shadow that had just fallen down instantly shook and was knocked to the ground unexpectedly.

Then, I felt a chill on my body and my clothes were taken off.

Oops!

Meet a pervert!

The boy pressed on the ground was shocked. He had just left the wolf's den and was like a tiger's mouth.

His name is Zhong Yue, and he is a young man from Zhongshan and a disciple of the Dahuang Sword Sect. He entered the mountain this time to pick spiritual medicine.

"What are you going to do!"

Zhong Yue was furious and rose up to resist.

However, he had not been practicing for a long time and his cultivation was too shallow. This young man was transformed by Gu Shaoshang's blood. Although it was too much dispersed, it was not much better than ordinary people.

But holding Zhong Yue at this time is naturally more than enough.

After a while, Zhong Yue was stripped of his clothes in great aggrievedness and grief.

"Don't get me wrong, just borrow a piece of clothing."

He put on his clothes slowly, and the boy who looked like Gu Shaoshu was sad and looked at the boy who was stripped of only underpants and smiled slightly.

""

Zhong Yue wanted to cry but no tears. He had already encountered a crisis when he went into the mountain to collect Wuxiangzhi. He almost died and was stripped of his clothes.

He looked at it with a dark face and realized that it was a deep valley with dry bones everywhere. A faint light cover enveloped more than a foot, blocking the invasion of black fog.

And the one who took off his clothes was a young man who was not much different from him. He was standing not far away from him, looking at him with a smile.

However, compared to myself, this young man was much more handsome, which made the young man of Zhongshan feel a little ashamed.

"After today, I will give you a hundred times."

The boy touched his nose and said to Zhong Yue, who was only wearing underwear.

This is the first time he has done the matter of stripping people's clothes.

However, at this time, I had no power to tie a chicken and could not even be able to transform my spiritual energy. In order to avoid being naked, I had to come up with this bad plan.

Buzz buzz ~

At this moment, a faint flame suddenly lit up in the ancient copper lamp that rolled down at Zhong Yue's feet, and a lazy voice came from it:

"The dream is thousands of years old, what year is it today? What dynasty is the two young men of the Fuxi tribe now?"

"who?"

Zhong Yue was in a state of depression when he suddenly heard a voice sounding beside him. He was shocked and felt a little scared:

"Where do monsters come from?"

"Falling off a cliff, almost dead and alive, get the spiritual treasure adventure?"

The boy's eyes moved slightly.

In the copper lamp, in the dim fire, there was a big-headed doll the size of a fingertip.

The big-headed doll was wearing a small golden dress, with red hair on his head, a small body and a very large head, which looked quite funny.

"There are such strange creatures in the world? Flame villain?"

Zhong Yue also saw the big-headed doll in the copper lamp, which was very strange.

"Young people from the Fuxi God Clan! You haven't answered my question yet!"

In the flames, the big-headed doll spoke with some displeasure: "When is this evening? When is Fuxi reigned?"

"Fuxi?"

Before Zhong Yue could reply, the boy who looked very much like Gu Shaoshu was slightly moved.

His state at this time was like rebirth, and no great magic power was left behind. In contrast, the vast memory of the deity could not be left behind, but Fuxi was naturally familiar with him.

However, he still has no idea which world is this world, whether it is in the past time and space or the future time and space, so he naturally has no intention of interrupting.

Just listened to the big-headed doll and Zhong Yue asking questions and answers.

But it turns out that in this world, Fuxi is the title of honor, representing the Earth Emperor and Heavenly Emperor, which is vague, which coincides with some memories in his mind.

However, the deity's memory is too vast, and his body cannot bear it at all. He still can't control why this world is.

"Is this wrong? Is the Fuxi God Clan already so weak? Even the Earth Emperor doesn't know?"

Above the wick, a big red-haired villain walked around and muttered:

"How long have I been sleeping? What era did I sleep? What was the era of the human emperor mentioned? What exactly happened in this?"

For some reason, a hint of worry arose in his heart.

"never mind!"

After thinking for a long time, the red-haired villain came to his senses and said, "My name is the fire of the inheritance refined by Emperor Xi. The corpse before was the last Fuxi inheritor, what's your name? The young man of the Fuxi god clan?"

"Tungsten?"

Zhong Yue also came back to his senses from surprise and replied: "My name is Zhong Yue, I am a disciple of the Great Wilderness Sword Sect, from the Great Wilderness Zhongshan clan."

Fuxi God Clan?

The era of the Human Emperor?

Great Wilderness?

On the other hand, Gu Shaoshen's blood differentiation incarnation thought a little in his mind, using the information leaked during the conversation between the two, corresponding to the memories in his mind.

"What's your name from the Fuxi God Clan? Why don't you speak?"

At this time, the red-haired villain jumping on the wick looked at him and asked.

He just woke up and could not see the scene where blood transformed into humans. It was just because the blood absorbed the inspiration of the corpse and also had the shallow Fuxi bloodline, so he thought that he was also the Fuxi lineage.

"I"

The boy thought for a moment, smiled slightly, and said, "I forgot the name before, and in the future, it will be called Fushen!"

"Under the wound? Which wound?"

On the wick, the torch was slightly stunned. Unexpectedly, the young man actually gave himself the name Fuxi.

"Of course, it's a wound without any injuries."

Fushen smiled slightly and replied.

"Fujian, Fujian is just a name, okay."

Tinghuo nodded indifferently and said, "That's called "hidden."

"Under the wound"

Zhong Yue, a young man from Zhongshan, glanced at the boy wearing his own clothes and muttered in his heart.

"Oh, the Fuxi Gods are really declining! One practices such a simple visualization, and the other seems to have never practiced before."

The flames above the wick swayed, and the torch was shaking, and they were very dissatisfied:

"Forget it, I want you to take me out of here to find the inheritor of the torch, and give you some benefits."

Zhong Yue scratched his head without objection.

Fushen moved in his heart, so naturally he did not object.

I am too differentiated, so he is not much better than mortals at this time, so naturally he is better off following the crowd.

Although, he is not short of methods of practice.

"The dignified Fuxi gods actually practiced such a humble countryman method, which would have lost the face of Fuxi in all dynasties!"

Tinghuo first scolded Zhong Yue, and then stopped talking.

"This is the best visualization I can get."

The young man from Zhongshan was ashamed and felt very embarrassed.

But he still followed the guidance of the fire to practice the supreme visualization method he taught, called "The Impression of the Emperor Shuhuang in Fire Records".

Afterwards, the small flame moved and jumped to the wounded shoulder, saying something strange: "It's also strange that there is Fuxi who is not good at practicing."

The little man of the same fingertip was carrying his hands and walked around his shoulders, saying, "Young man named "The wounded boy, I will teach you a visualization idea."

"What is visualization?"

Fushen looked motionless and asked.

Naturally, he does not lack the methods of practicing, but when he comes to a strange world, time and space, he naturally needs to be more low-key.

It doesn't matter if you listen to it.
To be continued...