The ally leader's stand-in is gone

Fang Yanfei walked through the flames, and held He Zhouyue in his arms before He Zhouyue landed.

In the 50 years that the two have been together, they have hugged countless times and had intimate sex. He knows He Zhouyue's body very well. At this moment, he suddenly finds that He Zhouyue has lost a lot of weight without knowing it.

But even with such a light weight, it made his arms tremble.

He could hardly find his own voice: "Day Moon?"

He Zhouyue didn't respond to him, just lay quietly in his arms, without heartbeat or breathing.

Fang Yan: "Day Moon, wake up."

Huofeng raised Fang Yan's long hair at the temples, and the dark red light flickered on his face, making him look unpredictable.

Regardless of the prestige or not, he sat cross-legged on the floor, and put He Zhouyue on his lap, trying to inject spiritual power into He Zhouyue's body.

All the meridians were broken, and the soul left the fairy alliance without a sound. Even the golden core was cracked. No matter where his spiritual power was injected, he was facing an indestructible stone wall.

How could it be so serious...

The rest came after hearing the news, and Wen Jiansheng called out monstrous waves to extinguish the flames of the Phoenix Forest.

And Fang Yan hugged He Zhouyue sitting in a mess, still trying to wake up He Zhouyue's mind, obviously did not release the coercion, but the aura around him was heavy and heavy, the fire had been extinguished, and the air The burning sensation intensified.

Because of their acquaintance in the early years, she and Fang Yan have a pretty good relationship, and there is nothing shy about talking in private, and Fang Yan rarely puts on the airs of a leader in front of her, but now even she dare not take half a step closer to Fang Yan.

The rest of the Xianmeng disciples were all kneeling, their heads almost touching the ground.

Wen Jiansheng was struggling with words in his heart, intending to persuade him, but he saw that Feng Zui and He Xiting had also fallen into Fenghuang Forest.

The two of them looked at each other fiercely, and He Xiting stumbled towards He Zhouyue who had just been picked up by Fang Yan, tears streaming down his face: "Brother!"

He Xiting tried to grab He Zhouyue's hanging arm, but Fang Yan took a step to avoid it.

He froze for a moment, Fang Yan said: "Leader, my brother..."

Fang Yan gave him a cold look, his eyes were so cold that he was frozen in place, and then walked around him.

He Xiting couldn't help trembling, two emotions of excitement and fear grew wildly in his chest.

He Zhouyue is dead.

already dead.

He gritted his teeth and hurried to catch up with Fang Yan, and stopped him in front of him: "I wish the lord the condolences! Your wedding invitations have been sent out, and famous people from all walks of life have rushed to the fairy alliance. The lord puts the overall situation first!"

"The overall situation." Fang Yan chuckled, his voice full of sarcasm.

big picture.

It was for the sake of the so-called overall situation that He Zhouyue became like this!

"He Xiting, tell me about the big picture."

Hundreds of years ago, the world of comprehension fell into civil strife, and his relatives were all killed in the power strife. Since then, he has made up his mind to build a stable, peaceful and thriving world of comprehension.

However, the chosen generation took away all the luck, so that the monks in the world could not ascend.

His master gathered the power of all phenomena in the world to build the Stairway to Heaven to provide monks with a glimmer of life, but the ladder needs to be activated by the spiritual roots that have been burnt in the valley heart of the Ascending Heaven Valley. Today, only he and He Xiting's spiritual roots are in the heart of the valley. Rolled in the fire.

And only he can cast the spell that activates Ascending Heaven Valley, if he is dead, it is useless to have spiritual roots.

He Xiting couldn't bear the punishment of thunder and lightning, so he could only let He Zhouyue replace him with his own body.

He tried many times, but He Zhouyue didn't like the cultivation world, and hated the He family even more. He was determined not to sacrifice for the cultivation world, so he could only acquiesce in the behavior of the He family and Fengzu.

He hasn't made any mistakes since he left the army, but this is the only time that He Zhouyue has been harmed to this field.

If he knew today, he would definitely not acquiesce that the He family and Feng Zui teamed up to arrest He Zhouyue to be punished by heaven and thunder.

Fang Yan raised his leg and kicked He Xiting onto the scorched phoenix tree, smashing the already fragile phoenix tree in half.

Feng Zui frowned and looked at He Xiting, who was lying on the ground vomiting blood, Fang Yan said: "Feng thought Su Wei's suzerain had the world in mind, but he didn't expect that he loved beauties and didn't love Jiangshan."

Fang Yan said coldly: "It's not the Demon King's turn to worry about my cultivation world."

Feng Zui's thoughts turned, for him, He Xiting was just a dispensable plaything, and it was not worth offending Fang Yan for He Xiting.

He compromised and said: "I don't care about the affairs of your comprehension world, but He Zhouyue snatched the treasure of my monster clan, so the leader Fang has to give an explanation."

Fang Yan hugged He Zhouyue and brushed past Feng Zui: "In the future, the treasure land of the monster clan will be overwhelmed by the army of the Immortal Alliance, and this is my lord's explanation to you."

Feng Zui hurriedly wanted to catch up, but was stopped by Qu Yin drawing his sword, so he could only shout from a distance: "Fang Yan! Are you really going to go so far and provoke a fight between the two worlds for a man!"

Fang Yan looked at Feng Zui, and the pressure was like a thousand-ren mountain, forcing the majestic demon king back a few steps, kneeling on the ground on one knee: "On that day, I will take your head and blood sacrifice first!" he."

After warning Feng, Fang Yan left Fenghuang Forest without looking back.

He didn't pause at all, and arrived at Lingwei Pavilion, the forbidden area of ​​Xianmeng in a few dodges.

He has ruled the Immortal League for more than a hundred years, and there are always some things that are not very visible. Apart from these things, there is another reason why Lingwei Pavilion is a forbidden place...

Swiping aside the complicated mundane things casually, Fang Yan placed He Zhouyue on the ice bed emitting a dim light in the pavilion.

Then he drew out a few formulas, and the secret room in the pavilion opened in response.

In the center of the secret room, a long dark brown ladder hangs there quietly. Even if you just look at it, you can still feel the compassion and solemnity that hit your heart directly.

The legendary treasure of comprehension, climbing the ladder to heaven.

He Zhouyue had to continue his life first.

Fang Yan dragged the climbing ladder to float above the ice bed, and then called out his natal sword, Changjie.

He is a fire spirit root, with a lot of hostility, and the Long Tribulation Sword followed him. In order to prevent He Zhouyue from being hurt, he specially set up a barrier for He Zhouyue first.

After confirming that the barrier was correct, he drew his sword out of its sheath and stabbed fiercely at his dantian...

"What are you doing?!" Wen Jiansheng held him down, trying to snatch the Changjie Sword.

Fang Yan: "Day Moon's condition is too bad, we can only use the ladder to save his life."

Wen Jiansheng: "Didn't you die when you climbed the ladder? He Xiting's spiritual root has not yet been completed. You plan to... use your own to sacrifice?! Are you crazy?!"

Fang Yan: "It won't take too long, only part of the spiritual root will be cut off."

"Even if it is you, you will have to suffer a lot if you cut your spirit root, and you will directly damage your origin!" Wen Jiansheng couldn't take the long robbery no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help but angrily said, "He Zhouyue is already dead, and his soul is gone! Even if he climbs the ladder to heaven Can't save him!"

Fang Yan, who had been suppressed for a long time, finally couldn't control it anymore, and said sharply, "He's not dead!"

Realizing that he had lost his composure, Fang Yan closed his eyes and let out a deep breath, trying to control his emotions: "Day Moon is not dead yet, his sea of ​​consciousness is complete and still closed, even I can't get in."

Wen Jiansheng didn't expect such a change, and immediately leaned over to check, and found that it was exactly as Fang Yan said, so he helped out with an idea: "Where is his soul lamp?"

Ordinary monks will leave a soul lamp at the teacher's door or at home to let their relatives know their situation. If something happens to him after the golden core, maybe he can use the soul lamp to call back the soul and get a chance to be reborn .

Fang Yan: "He didn't leave a soul lamp in He's house, so go and check for me the doctor called Runyuan in Miracle Doctor Valley."

Wen Jiansheng: "I see."

Fang Yan: "Tell Qu Yin to gather people."

Wen Jiansheng: "The demon king killed the wife of the leader of the Immortal League, and he always gave the monk a vent. Don't worry, I understand."

Fang Yan: "I'm going to retreat for a few days."

Wen Jiansheng's expression was complicated: "Are you really going to give birth to a spirit root?"

Fang Yan: "Well, you go first."

The spiritual root is the foundation of a monk, so many people nurture it with natural talents and treasures, lest it be wronged in the slightest, even if the root is bent, it will hurt the bones.

But Fang Yan wanted to give birth to a spirit root.

The Long Tribulation Sword lost its substance when it pierced through the flesh. It traveled upstream along the meridians to the end. In the deepest part of the dantian, a fiery red and bright spiritual root flourished.

The Long Tribulation Sword trembled, and finally let its master manipulate it, and chopped towards the Fire Spirit Root.

Fang Yan spat out a mouthful of blood.

The damage to his spiritual root seemed to be branded directly on his soul, the pain was so painful that he couldn't help panting and moaning.

The 64 thunderstorms that He Zhouyue suffered, I don't know how much more painful than him, and I don't know how he survived...

He wiped the blood from his lips, and poured the broken spiritual roots into the ladder.

Soon, the rays of light like broken fireflies flowed continuously into He Zhouyue's body, which eased He Zhouyue's pale complexion a lot.

It is really a divine tool, although it consumes a lot of money, it is really useful.

After adjusting his breath for a while, he used his own spiritual power to repair He Zhouyue's meridian.

He left all his affairs behind and stayed in Lingwei Pavilion for seven days and seven nights.

Severing his spiritual root and waking up to climb the ladder directly hurt his origin, and he couldn't make any mistakes in repairing it. When he finished his work, his eyes went black for a brief moment.

Even though there was no one around, Fang Yan still adjusted his expression subconsciously. In this cultivation world where the weak prey on the strong and the winner is respected, the worse the state, the less he can show it.

But when he saw He Zhouyue, he sighed very lightly, but relaxed his brows and eyes.

He supported the ice bed, leaned over and kissed He Zhouyue's icy lips, the drooping black hair was covered with He Zhouyue's, we couldn't tell each other apart.

Xu Shi was really tired, after Fang Yan finished kissing, he buried his head on He Zhouyue's shoulder again, the strength was not compacted, as if absorbing strength, he closed his eyes heavily.

He seemed to say something in a low voice, and because the voice was too low, it was more like a heavier breath.

Thousands of miles away.

At the same moment that Fang Yan closed his eyes, the person he was thinking of woke up.