The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1703 That protoss, looking at you...

Feng Canglan turned around slowly and looked back.

With probing eyes, she landed on Zong Zhengyu who was half a step behind.

Sensing the sight ahead, Zong Zhengyu's fingertips under the cuff trembled slightly.

He raised his eyes for a moment and met his gaze, "What's wrong with Lan'er?"

Feng Canglan's eyes dimmed, focusing on Zong Zhengyu, "That protoss just now looked at you..."

"Are you hiding something from me?"

Her sharp eyes fixed on Zong Zhengyu, as if she wanted to see through him.

Zong Zhengyu frowned slightly, "How could that be?"

After pondering for a moment, he said again, "Should... have you seen through the identity of my Demon God?"

Zong Zhengyu's words instantly woke Feng Canglan back to his senses.

Before she was born, there was a demon god.

That demon god also used the subduing magic pestle to strip the demon god's life, and it seemed to be a success.

Later, I don't know what happened to the fall of heaven, and she was born.

A dark light flashed in Feng Canglan's Qiushui eyes, could the blood sacrifice to the common people have something to do with the demon god at that time?
Doesn't the subduing demon pestle also have something to do with the demon god at that time?
Therefore, the protoss saw that Yu Yu's Demon God body had such a big change.

The last Demon God existed before she was born, and she knew very little about it.

Only know some bits and pieces of information.

For example, at that time, the Demon God and the Demon Pestle had stripped the Demon God's life, so I don't know much about the others.

The way of heaven collapsed once in the middle, it should be the blood sacrifice.

So there is a civilization fault and an information fault.

At that time, all living beings had been reduced to blood sacrifices, and now the living beings in the Three Realms are all beings that were reborn after the collapse.

As for what happened before that, there is very little.

Feng Canglan looked at Zong Zhengyu again, and the doubt in her eyes dissipated a little.

If so, everything makes sense.

Tens of thousands of years ago, there appeared a demon god who sacrificed blood to the common people, and the devastation caused the collapse of the heavens.

Today, tens of thousands of years later, another demon god appeared.

No wonder there are prophecies about the coming of the demon god, destroying the world and destroying the world.

It used to happen.

However, now is not what it used to be.

What happened to the previous Demon God will not happen to Yu Yu.

But... if there is no time and space backtracking, Yu Yu will indeed slaughter the common people.

Fortunately, everything is in the past, and now it is after retrospective.

Everything has improved, and she will be able to strip Yu Yu of the demon god's fate immediately after she gets the Demon Subduing Pestle.

The trajectory of fate has shifted and will not return to the track.

"should be."

"Fear, worry, fear..." What happened to him is re-enacted today tens of thousands of years later.

"But it's okay." Feng Canglan stretched out his hand to hold Zong Zhengyu, "I have already got the Demon Subduing Pestle." The tragedy will not repeat itself.

She has a firm gaze and a sure smile.

Now that the demon pestle is on her, it's not just about Zong Zhengyu's future.

Also, it is related to the future of the Three Realms.

So what about the fate of the Manifested Demon God, it can also be changed.

This is not the first time that the fate has been changed.

Feeling the temperature coming from his palm, Zong Zhengyu had a smile on his face, it was warmth, pampering, and deep love.

"Yeah." His magnetic voice was gentle, "It finally succeeded."

"Let's go to the Sea of ​​Promise."

The figures of the two disappeared in place, and Bu Zhoushan returned to calm.

A crane circled Buzhou Mountain, and finally stopped beside the wordless stele, standing side by side with the two figures.

Suddenly, the crane seemed to sense the bad breath, and flapped its wings and flew away.

A figure in a white brocade robe with a touch of crescent moon stood upright, with long and narrow fox eyes staring at the wordless stele.

(End of this chapter)