"Boy, you're here after all!"

On the central continent of the Demon Realm, a dark shadow stood here, with a faint look on his eyes and a hint of emotion in his cold tone.

This person is not Shennong, but he does not seem to be surprised by Wushang's arrival.

Looking at the figure in front of him, he couldn't help but pull his thoughts back to one night two years ago.

In that battle twenty years ago, Fuxi, Wushang and Nuwa fought out the real fire. In the end, Wushang did not hesitate to exchange his injuries for injuries and dragged him and Fuxi down the water.

As a result, the four of them suffered a disaster together, and their bodies were covered in Dao injuries, but they have not recovered yet.

But just two years ago, when he woke up for the first time from his sleep, he met his brother Fuxi, whom he had not seen for twenty years.

The other party did not recover at that time. Even though he had to hold on, he could still see that the Taoist injury had not recovered.

Shennong narrowed his eyes and a painted black spear floated in front of him.

This thing is what Fuxi left for himself back then. In the battle twenty years ago, Wushang not only left a deep impression on him, but also left a deep impression on Fuxi.

The name of the gun is Turu. When Fuxi gave it to him, he carefully told him, "This gun is an ancient artifact, which can hurt Daluo!"

Seeing this spear, Wushang felt frightened. He couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "What kind of magic weapon is this?"

As if he saw Wu Shang's doubts, a strange light flashed in Shennong's eyes, and he said, "This thing is called slaughter, it is an ancient artifact, which can hurt Daluo!"

Wushang was stunned. He didn't expect that the other party would tell the information of the spear to the truth, but for Shennong, he still had his own plans.

At this moment, although he had a magic weapon in his hand, his Taoist injury had not been fully recovered. If he fought harder, it would definitely be a loss-win situation. If he was lucky enough to kill the opponent, he would definitely lose his combat power.

It is said that the fisherman is profitable when fighting against the snipe and clam. He doesn't want to be this sucker. Fuxi came at the beginning and gave him such a magic weapon for no reason. At that time, he had not figured out what was going on. But now, seeing the state of the boy in front of him, he suddenly realized.

The opponent's Taoist injury should have been recovered. Even if it does not, his combat power should have been restored by 90%. With the blessing of this slaughter spear, his combat power should be comparable to that of the opponent.

The old ghost Fuxi was obviously uneasy and wanted to make bother him and the boy in front of him suffer, and then he would have a yellow bird behind him. He was originally disdainful of thinking about such a thing, but when facing an opponent who was extremely close to his combat power, he had to spend his few brain cells to determine what Fuxi meant.

And now he explained the details of the Slaughter Spike, hoping that the other party would retreat when they saw the difficulties. If they really fight, it would not be a good thing for both of them.

He didn't want him to be someone else's gun in a confused manner, which would be too unworthy. Of course, if the other party really didn't want to retreat, he could only follow the path that Fuxi reserved for him.

At this moment, the two men stood apart and started to confront each other.

Wushang was thinking about how credible the other person said was. Just the feeling that the spear gave him, what the other person said was probably true, but now is also a fleeting opportunity.

Shennong Dao's injury has not healed, and he has no ten combat power. If he really wants to kill the opponent, it will definitely be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity now.

But the other party said just now that it seemed that there was only a warning. The other party did not want to fight him to death. Perhaps the matter was not as simple as he thought.

At this moment, Wushang's eyes flashed twice, and finally suppressed the madness that had erupted from his heart again. He asked calmly: "Where did you get this gun?"

Shennong's eyes lit up when he heard this. He didn't expect the other party to guess this, but this was what he was thinking of to tell him.

"Two years ago, the Emperor of Heaven left it!"

Upon hearing this, Wushang's pupils shrank. What's wrong with saying that this news really made him feel cold. He couldn't help but say secretly: "The snipe and clam fight, and the fisherman will benefit!"

That old guy Fuxi was playing an open conspiracy. For the Demon Lord, his Taoist injury had not yet been healed. Once he came to seek revenge, he had to use this magic gun. After all, both sides were injured, which was much better than his death!

Then the consequences will definitely be both sides.

Of course, if there was no such magic gun, the Demon Lord would not have appeared at this moment. When Wu Shang thought of this, he couldn't help but clench his fists. Doesn't this mean that Fuxi might be staring at the duel between him and the Demon Lord somewhere now!

After being silent for a while, Wushang couldn't help but suggest, "Hey, old devil, how about we join forces to defeat the sky first?"

Hearing Wushang's words, a strange color appeared in Shennong's eyes. This proposal really made him feel a little moved. In normal times, he could not beat the Emperor of Heaven, but now he has a magic gun in his hand, and Wushang, who has recovered 90% of his strength, would have a 90% chance of winning, and he would have been able to heal the great shame and humiliation for tens of thousands of years.

However, when he thought of the unpleasantness that happened to him and Wushang before, he hesitated a little. Although the boy in front of him had not lived for many years, his mind was extremely deep and not a good deal.

To join him was like a scam with a tiger. In the end, there would be no bones left, so after a while, Shennong shook his head.

"The matter is clear. If you want to fight, I will accompany you to the end. But in the end, I can't say that my brother has picked up such a huge advantage for nothing. He is very interested in the way of cause and effect on your kid!"

Wushang narrowed his eyes, "Haha, compared to me, an ordinary person, I think he should be more interested in the enchanting demon world in the eyes of the Emperor of Heaven!"

"Okay, you don't have to sarcasticize here. Just one sentence, if you still can't fight today, you can reach the level of yours and me. If you didn't really want to fight to the death, you won't be able to decide the winner in a while!"

Wu Shang smiled coldly, and a golden light flashed in his eyes, "Why don't you hit me? Why don't you hit me? Why do you think I'm really full and full and have nothing to do?"

Shennong's face darkened, "Boy, don't say I didn't tell you, it's no good for you to be hurt by both of us!"

Wu Shang shook his head gently, "Did I say I have to go to that level?"

"We'll stop by today!"

Shennong looked disdainful, "Stop it?"

When they reach their level, this point will not work at all.

He was still very disdainful when he heard Wu Shang's words. What's the point of such a small fight?

But the next moment, he was stunned and saw his face pale. In front of him, Wushang's figure flashed in a flash, leaving behind a sword light mixed with the five-type avenue.

Looking at the sword light with the threat of death, Shennong began to curse in his heart. This is called a small fight? This is called a little fight?

I'll tell you a joke. Today, I, the Demon Lord, were "stopped down on my territory!"

"Boy Wushang, my day nn!!"
Chapter completed!