The ally leader's stand-in is gone

Since the third generation of No.60 took office, the school atmosphere has become more casual, paying attention to doing what one wants, and the disciples who lead the order down the mountain will rely on their identities when they are outside, and maintain a fairy-like attitude of living in the top of the cloud. , in the sect, they don't even pretend to be pretending, and they come as they really feel at ease.

He Zhouyue recovered his hearing first.

He felt that there were many people around him, muttering something, and someone kindly stopped him, telling him not to make noise.

Then he moved his nostrils and smelled the long-lost fragrance of grass and trees. His consciousness was not clear enough, but his heart settled down.

"Little Martial Uncle moved! Little Martial Uncle moved!"

"Quick, quick, quick! Give way!"

He Zhouyue slowly opened his eyes, and saw Zhang's gentle and jade-like face.

Lin Ting: "Are you awake? How do you feel?"

He Zhouyue's eyes widened in disbelief.

Brother?

He turned his head to look, and saw that he was lying on the bed in Yuan Shui's former residence, surrounded by his acquaintances, even there were people around the window looking in, it was really bustling.

This is... Yuan Shu? !

Someone waved his hand in front of him and said fearfully: "It's over, sect master, did something go wrong when calling the soul, the little uncle seems to be stupid."

Lin Ting laughed: "Dayue, you're back to your senses."

There was uncertainty in He Zhouyue's voice: "Brother... why am I here?"

In his memory, he should have been tricked into taking He Xiting's punishment from heaven and thunder, but Feng Zui had tampered with it. In the sea, it didn't take long before he couldn't hold on and died.

Even if he lost his soul, he shouldn't be in mourning.

When he left that day, he was furious and the head of the criminal department was also among them, still very unhappy: "You still have the nerve to ask, if you don't have a cultivation level, you have to go down the mountain, and your life is gone! The head still wants to attend your meeting." The marriage ceremony went down the mountain, and I happened to meet your soul that was about to disappear and brought it back!"

"We also met your good friend named Wen Shiqi, and asked him how your relationship with Fang was. He also said that Fang Yan is sincere to you, it's pure fart!"

"If the surname Fang is sincere to you, you don't even send an invitation to Yuanyi?!"

"Looking at it now, it's really not a thing! Thanks to your Soul Lamp still in the wall, the master brought you back in time, otherwise no one would cry for your grave now!"

He Zhouyue just came back from the dead when he was scolded by the head of the criminal department, and he blinked in a daze, but he was not angry at all when he realized it.

The head of the Criminal Division has a bit of a temper, but he is very kind, and his concern cannot be concealed in his words, and he went down the mountain with his senior brother to attend his wedding...

Lin Ting held down the hand of the criminal chief who was about to draw his sword in anger, and said in a harmonious voice, "Okay, the man has been rescued. Dayue, do you feel uncomfortable?"

He Zhouyue: "Everything is fine, but the body is a little light."

After hearing this, Lin said to the onlookers: "Everyone go down first, there will be plenty of time to catch up on the old days."

So He Zhouyue received a lot of concern, including but not limited to cooking him food, tidying up his accommodation, letting him cultivate well, and having a junior brother waiting for him to teach him swordsmanship.

He doesn't like to be noisy, but the concern of the same door bumps into each other makes him very happy.

He was caught in a huge sense of unreal happiness, and he didn't know where to put his hands for a while.

After everyone dispersed, Lin Ting brought him a cup of tea with just the right temperature.

It was the old cloud that he had missed for a long time.

Holding the teacup, He Zhouyue has not yet accepted the fact that she came back from the dead and returned to the Yuan Dynasty.

He raised his head and looked at his senior brother. He hadn't seen him for a long time, but his senior brother had already put on the specific costume that symbolized the head of Yuan Yu, with a blue background and silver lines. It is more eye-catching.

All of He Zhouyue's sanity returned, he did not die, and was saved by his senior brother.

That day he ignored the obstacles and left Yuanxie, and he tried his best to stay with Fang Yan, but in the end he was killed by Fang Yan, and his senior brother had to take care to save him, and he got so much care from his fellow disciples.

He said ashamedly: "Brother, I... sorry..."

Lin Ting pulled the quilt for him: "It's not your fault, why are you apologizing?"

But the better Lin Ting treated him, the more he felt ashamed to see Lin Ting.

As if seeing what he was thinking, Lin Ting said: "Yuan Shue just advocates not to interfere in the secular world, and there is no rule that one must be expelled from the sect when descending from the mountain. When the master ascended, he happened to encounter internal adjustments in the sect, and the control was a little stricter. Well, the chief criminal officer is quite xenophobic, and you are in a hurry because of a... so don't hold grudges against him."

He Zhouyue shook his head again and again: "How could I remember hating the head of the Criminal Division? If it wasn't for the senior brother and the head, I still don't know what I would be like now."

Lin Ting: "There is also Master, with the realm of Master, I have a premonition of fate and cause and effect in the world. You have been destined for many kalpas. If you didn't cut your cultivation level back then, I'm afraid I couldn't save you at all."

He Zhouyue hurriedly touched the Yun'an Pearl on his chest, the pearl had lost its luster, he vaguely remembered that Master sealed his shaved cultivation base into the Yun'an Pearl, and added a layer of enchantment on it , This didn't leave him with no bones left.

He said: "I know, it is Master's enchantment that saved me."

Lin Ting smiled: "Among all of us brothers and sisters, Master loves you the most."

He Zhouyue looked gloomy: "But I let Master down..."

Lin Ting: "Don't try to cut corners, there is a definite plan in the dark, the master knows everything, if he is disappointed in you, how can he keep your status in Yuanxie, and order someone to take care of your soul lamp."

Under Lin Ting's persuasion, He Zhouyue finally showed a faint smile: "It's because I have lost my temper."

Seeing He Zhouyue slowing down, Lin Ting turned around and said, "Although I don't want to mention it, there is one thing you need to know. Do you feel very light now?"

He Zhouyue: "Yes."

Lin Ting: "Because your current body is not the original one, but a fake body that I made using secret techniques based on your soul."

He Zhouyue had heard of this secret technique.

It is rumored that in order to prevent the invasion of monsters, the ancestor once sealed the magic sword with his body, died heroically, and then his soul practiced secret arts in another place for a hundred years, and then cultivated a new body, that is, during these hundred years, the ancestor accepted him The three apprentices of his uncle, master, and uncle, and raised them to become talents.

Lin Ting: "It takes a hundred years of cultivation to master the master, so I can only make this fake body for you. If you want to return to the original level, you have to practice secret arts more frequently in the future, or... take Return to your original body."

What did He Zhouyue guess: "Is my body in the Xianmeng?"

Lin Ting: "That's right. The situation was critical that day, and I only had time to bring your soul back. After the master cultivated a new body with the soul, his cultivation level has improved rapidly. It is a good thing to practice secret arts, but if you don't want to, we will Go get your original body back."

He Zhouyue has no nostalgia for a body, and if there is really any reaction, that is, the body is with Fang Yan, and he would rather burn it to ashes.

But compared to himself, he cared more about a secret he discovered when he was dying...

He Zhouyue: "Brother, I also have something to tell you."

Youguiyuan was designed for He Zhouyue on a whim by Lin Shen, the former master. The main room was built directly facing the pool, and eight glazed windows were opened in a patchwork pattern on the wall. At night, the moonlight pours down and the water ripples, like a fairyland.

At this moment, He Zhouyue was sitting on the porch, digesting the sweet burden in front of the pile of snacks.

Thinking of him as the noble and cold and arrogant Xianjun Qingji in the world, after his cultivation base was cut off, he was in the late stage of leaving his body. In the past few days in Yuanxie, he was treated as a minor by his senior brothers and sisters and suffered great grievances. As a child, the magic weapon, medicine, medicine, clothes, food, and piles were sent to his residence in piles, which made him feel quite embarrassed.

In the 100 years since he went down the mountain, he hasn't received as much love as he has received in Yuanshuang.

He raised his head and looked at the crescent moon in the sky.

I don't know if it's a preference, but I always feel that even the moon is clearer than the outside.

Although it is a false body, it is enough for him to control part of the sea of ​​consciousness. Fortunately, the Chuixiao sword is in the part he can control.

It was almost time to rest, He Zhouyue called out Chuixiao.

This is the natal sword he has kept for many years, and it is very kind to take it out after such a long time.

Chui Xiao was also very close to him, the blade of the sword shook slightly, and he was in a good mood.

He walked to the open space in the courtyard and practiced Yuan Shun's set of sword skills.

The sword rises from the ground, hooks the wind into the clouds, then backhands, slanting down with swift force, bringing out a silver-white sword light, everything in the world does not move, but the sword moves with the heart, the killing intent condenses on the tip of the sword, and the sound of thunder rolls Not to enter the world, but to cleanse the mind.

After the sword light subsided, the phoenix tree in the corner swayed in the wind again.

The thirteenth form of the first quarter moon, Juemo.

Back then when the ancestor was in Yuanshen, he created the first eleven moves, which were stunning and brilliant, to protect his loved ones. When he was in trouble, he created the last nine moves, which were full of murderous energy. No one could say clearly what they were used for.

He used to practice the first eleven moves proficiently, but he couldn't understand the last nine moves.

Master reassured him that the time had not come yet, so he replied that it was fine if he didn't understand.

It turns out that the mood is different, and I really can't understand it.

After this catastrophe, the bottleneck in the later stage of his out-of-body has been loosened, which is the only consolation brought to him in a century.

Because the fact that the master uncle was framed has not yet been found out, he is in Yuanzhou, but news from outside has been spread to his ears one after another.

For example, Wen Jiansheng rescued Wen Shiqi, vented his anger for Wen Shiqi, and repaired the father and son of the He family. Fang Yan was preparing to fight the demon world because of him, and those monks who had received his favor also gathered spontaneously Get up, want to seek justice for him.

How interesting, when nothing happened to him, he really didn't know that he was so popular with outsiders.

In fact, He Xiting had a good plan. Great figures from all walks of life gathered in the Xianmeng for Fang Yan's marriage. For the sake of face, this marriage had to go on, but he didn't expect that Fang Yan would not follow the routine, and let the matter of sealing him up to the public. superior.

After dying once, how could he naively believe that Fang Yan was for him.

Mostly it is profitable, just take the opportunity to play.

Uncovered footsteps came from outside the courtyard, He Zhouyue put away his sword and returned to the corridor.

After a while, Run Yuan came in with a bowl of clear and fragrant soup.

"Senior brother! The soothing soup made by Zhangzheng of the Medical Hall for you!"

He Zhouyue laughed, if this goes on, he will gain a lot of weight.

The senior sister had a heart, and he was not willing to refuse. After thanking Runyuan, he picked up the bowl and drank it clean.

Runyuan sat with him on the porch, and followed Qinghui to pick up snacks from the plate: "Senior Sister Suyun made the snacks herself, brother, this treatment is really amazing."

He Zhouyue looked at the pool of light and shadow, with a calm expression: "Senior Sister has never missed you."

Runyuan: "Senior sister is nice. But it doesn't matter if senior sister is partial to senior brother, I can still come to senior brother's place to hang out."

A smile appeared on He Zhouyue's lips, and he rubbed the top of Runyuan's hair unskillfully.

He hasn't had such a peaceful and comfortable life for a long time.

Runyuan: "By the way, brother, Fang Yan's grandson is investigating me."

At any rate, the head of the criminal department restrained himself and called Fang Yan "Fang's surname", and Fang Runyuan directly became "Fang Yan's grandson". He Zhouyue thought it was funny: "Then did he find anything out of his investigation?"

Runyuan: "No, I can only find out that I am a friend of a certain disciple of Miracle Doctor Valley."

He Zhouyue: "Not afraid."

"Who's afraid of them?" Run Yuan curled his lips, "I heard that the master wanted to avenge the senior brother, but the senior brother refused?"

He Zhouyue: "What happened because of my obsession, how can I let Yuanxie finish it for me again and again."

Runyuan: "Then you have to get your body back, it's unlucky to stay in Xianmeng!"

He Zhouyue said calmly: "I will go down the mountain in a few days."

Run Yuan got a snack stuck in his throat: "Are you still going down the mountain? How long have you been back?! If it's for our uncle, hasn't the master already sent brother Yixiao?"

Even though he was reluctant to give up, He Zhouyue had no choice but to go down the mountain again.

According to senior brother's information, there are clues to the mastermind behind Dashenmen. All walks of life have gathered in Xianmeng for Fang Yan's marriage, but now because of his sudden accident, they have not left. The sect master will definitely not let go of this opportunity. To honor his uncle, he can no longer allow the mastermind behind the scenes to do evil.

In addition, his body must also be retrieved. In the deepest part of his sea of ​​consciousness, Master left something for him.

The enmity between Feng Zui and the He family must also be avenged, but the order must be in the back row.

He Zhouyue: "I have been in Xianmeng for 50 years, and I am familiar with the situation inside."

Runyuan worried: "Then what if the grandson of He Xiting... hurts others and then hurts you."

He Zhouyue: "In the past, I was the one who didn't know people well and had illusions. I will never do it again in the future. He doesn't harm me, and I don't intend to treat him kindly. If he has bad intentions, I will definitely not keep him."

Runyuan resented: "It should have been like this a long time ago! Brother, don't worry, I heard that the head of the sect is discussing the temporary entry into the WTO with all the heads. Don't be restrained because of your status, just let go and do it!"

He Zhouyue smiled faintly again, sat with Runyuan, and let Mingyue go down the west building.

As if it was a crime and a meritorious service, he will never bear the name of mourning this time.

Ling Wei Pavilion.

There is no light in the pavilion, only a night pearl inlaid in an ice bed supports it alone. In order to take care of He Zhouyue's body, the temperature inside is also extremely low, as if it is somewhere on the top of a snow-capped mountain. If people with insufficient cultivation come in, I'm afraid that if I don't take a few steps, my hands and feet will be frozen.

Fang Yan has tried all kinds of methods to find He Zhouyue's soul these days, but he has made no progress.

He always had a smile on his face, with an air of calm and prestige, but now his eyes were gloomy, and he was obviously not in a good mood.

When he waved away the barrier, walked to the edge of the ice bed and sat down, his eyes fell on He Zhouyue who was lying quietly, the gloom gradually dissipated, but the brows were still frowning and refused to let go.

He Zhouyue is a lonely soul wandering outside, and he doesn't know how much more suffering he will suffer.

He ordered people to rebuild the Phoenix Forest that was burned by He Zhouyue that day, and he just went to see it in person, and it was exactly the same as before.

Even if He Zhouyue came back, he might not like it, but it was better than nothing.

Fang Yan stretched out his hand to He Zhouyue's icy cheek, and gently stroked it with his fingertips.

But before he moved twice, his fingers snapped.

He Zhouyue these days...has she gained weight...

The marriage between Fang Yan, the lord of the Immortal League, and He Zhouyue, the Immortal Lord Qingji, caused a huge commotion in the cultivation world. If a piece of the ceiling was smashed down in the inn and ten of them were hit, and eight of them were being discussed, then the Immortal Lord Qingji came out. Afterwards, none of the ten people hit was spared.

Regarding the sudden death of Xianjun Qingji, there are different opinions from all parties, but the murderer is very clear-the demon world.

Although Xianjun Qingji is not sociable, lonely and cold, but he has been killing demons and demons in the cultivation world for so many years, and many people have received his favor. In addition, the demon clan dared to attack the unmarried wife of our leader of the immortal alliance in the cultivation world. Aren't you slapping our comprehension world in the face?

So the monks were very angry, and those with a little knowledge gathered at Shukuang Peak of Xianmeng.

Perhaps monks don't need much sleep, or they love Xianjun Qingji very much. Even at night, Shukuang Peak is still very lively.

"Although we all know that the Yaozu did it, but what the hell is Qingji Xianjun..." Before the man finished speaking, he just made a mouth shape, and his mouth was hurriedly covered by the person next to him.

"Hush! This is the Xianmeng. Although everyone knows that Qingji Xianjun is..., but whoever in the alliance wants to say that word, if they hear it, they will cut their tongues!"

"I heard that Qingji Xian Junlin snatched the Yaozu's scepter before the accident, and I don't know where to throw it. The Yaozu is breaking into the world and looking for it. Leader Fang has sent Xianmeng disciples to chase away the demons."

"It's not just the Immortal League, disciples from various sects and casual cultivators have also gone to help. If you can show some limelight in the battle of the Yaozu and be favored by the leader Fang, you will be able to make great progress."

Leader Fang Da, who was counted on to be favored by charity, was sitting in the office at the moment, and he could clearly see the situation in the alliance with a wall-sized mirror.

Qu Yin reported in a polite manner: "Leader, there are now 450 or eight outer sect disciples in Shukuang Peak of Xianmeng. They say they admire Qingji Xianjun as a person, or have received Qingji Xianjun's favor, and hope to contribute. You look……"

Fang Yan lazily withdrew his gaze from the Xuanguang mirror: "Let them go."

He Zhouyue didn't live a happy life in the realm of comprehension before, but now, no matter what the reason is, some people think about He Zhouyue's good, it's not a bad thing after all.

What's more, He Zhouyue wanted to find out the mastermind behind the Dashenmen before, and he had to fulfill this wish.

Counting the time, the bait should be hooked.

At the same time as the Xuanguang mirror was closed, a monk among the crowd gathered at Shukuang Peak raised his head.

He was dressed in black clothes, and his black hair was only tied in a simple bun on the back of his head. He had neither a sword nor any decorations symbolizing his status. Wearing a painted mask that looks like it was bought from a roadside stall.

Fortunately, there are so many strange people on the road of cultivation, just a mask, but it didn't attract anyone's special attention.

He Zhouyue made a look at Senior Brother Yixiao who was sitting at the same table, and got up and walked through the monks' room after getting a response from the other party, remembering all the conversations of the people along the way.

When he was in Yuanxie, he heard his senior brother mention that he had snatched the demon king's scepter, but the senior brother only cared about when the demon king died, and didn't ask too much.

Judging from the current situation, the robbing of the Demon King's scepter happened when he was unconscious, and he didn't know exactly where he threw it...

However, the matter of the Yaozu can be placed in the back row.

He is now going to get his body back. If the body of the unmarried wife of the leader of the fairy alliance is stolen, there will definitely be chaos in the alliance.

However, he planned well, but Dashenmen was more impatient than he imagined.

The place where Xianmeng buried the sacrificial disciples was at Samsara Peak, and He Zhouyue rejected the possibility of her body being at Samsara Peak without even thinking about it.

Since Fang Yan insisted that he was not dead, his body would probably be in Chongluan Hall.

He walked to a remote place, injected spiritual power into the shadow, and went straight to the Chongluan Hall after hiding his whereabouts.

To get from Shukuang Peak to Chongluan Hall, you have to pass through the main peak of the Immortal League first. Although he cannot use the sword when using Yinying, he is familiar with the defenses of the Immortal League, and his cultivation has returned to the peak, so he easily landed on the main peak. Under an inconspicuous tree.

Walking from the southwest edge of the main peak, you will be closer to Chongluan Hall.

Relying on his shadow, he traveled smoothly all the way.

Fang Yan would stay at the main peak when he was doing business, and he had helped a lot in the past, and now he was revisiting his old place, but it's a pity that things are different.

Halfway through, He Zhouyue slowed down.

Huge bronze chime bells are hung on both sides of the Yuan and Qing halls. Four brilliant circles of light rise in the southeast, northwest corners of the hall, dragging the square tripod up and down, and mist rises from the tripod, covering the ground.

That day, Master Lang Yi, who was on vacation, mixed into the pilgrimage team of the Lord of the Thirteen Continents of Nanming, and blew up the golden core in the Yuanqing Hall, and the power enough to destroy the entire Yuanqing Hall was wiped out by Fang Yan's palm overturning.

He was also in danger at the time, but Fang Yan only cared about He Xiting, and he secretly made excuses for Fang Yan, such as his cultivation base was enough to blow himself up, He Xiting's golden core was not yet formed, so he couldn't take any risks, Fang Yan, as the leader of the fairy alliance, You should take care of your own lives.

Now think about it, what should I do or not.

Fang Yan just favored He Xiting, but he was overwhelmed and wanted to gamble on his position in Fang Yan's heart, but he lost miserably.

He Zhouyue shook his head and put all distracting thoughts behind him.

it's already over.

He turned his head and planned to continue walking towards the southwest edge of the main peak, but when he raised his eyes, he bumped into that familiar face.

Fang Yan seemed to have lost some weight.

The cheekbones are not very obvious.

The habit developed over the years caused trouble, He Zhouyue subconsciously wanted to say something, but Fang Yan brushed past him before his lips parted.

A wind passed through the bronze chimes, and the small bells inside swayed leisurely and made a muffled sound. The moonlight fell on Fang Yan's shoulders from the gaps in the sycamore trees on both sides of the road.

He turned around, and the past events that hadn't passed so long flooded his heart again, squeezing his heartbeat to miss a few beats.

The people next to the pillow are plotting openly and secretly, the thunder that pierces the bones, and the blazing fire.

What is it like.

Resentment?

Still unwilling?

The Chui Xiao Sword vibrated in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, as if about to break out of the restriction, killing intent suddenly emerged.

The next moment, Fang Yan stopped and looked up.

He Zhouyue thought that the hidden shadow had been seen through, so he wanted to call out Chuixiao.

Fortunately, before he was impulsive, he found that Fang Yan was not looking at him, but somewhere behind him.

behind?

He Zhouyue followed Fang Yan's gaze and turned around to look, only to see a few dark shadows appearing in the sky.

As the black shadow got closer and closer to the main peak, He Zhouyue gradually felt a strong aura belonging to the demon clan.

It's Dashenmen!

In an instant, a demon with long forehead and horns led six demon subordinates, and carried three coffins in total, and they landed on the ground of the main peak along with a lot of paper money.

The leader of the demons performed a demon etiquette towards Fang Yan, with a high-pitched and thin voice, which made people's head ache: "I heard that the leader of the fairy alliance is getting married, and the demon king specially ordered his subordinates to come down to give the leader Fang a congratulatory gift."

It clapped its hands, and the three coffins opened in response.

He Zhouyue happened to be close, and the three coffins contained a wedding dress made of white paper, a phoenix crown, and a sedan chair.

The chill seeped out of the coffin like a tide, like tarsal maggots climbing his legs and continuing upwards, so he had to silently recite the Duan Qingxin formula to stabilize his mind.

……

This pile of gods is too damaged.

Mozun is his uncle, the uncle who hugged him when he was a child, and taught him swordsmanship when he grew up, even if he thinks about it with his toes, he can't do such a thing.

Fang Yan probably wouldn't be fooled by the obvious aggressive method.

He Zhouyue looked at Fang Yan, the other's face was darkened, almost on par with Yuan Shun's chief criminal officer.

The leading monster didn't think it was enough, and continued to prod, shaking its horns: "If the leader Fang thinks it's not enough, there are still demons in the Demon Realm."

Fang Yan slowly raised his arm, pointing his fingers out of thin air, and the three coffins were burned to ashes together with the contents inside, and then there was a demon standing beside the coffin, the divine fire ignited from his heart, and quickly burned his whole body, his mouth was painful The ground was opened to the maximum, revealing the remaining half of the tongue, struggling to make ugly syllables.

Fang Yan said coldly: "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

The leading demon chuckled: "Leader Fang is very angry, the gift has been delivered, so I won't accompany you."

Fang Yan: "Want to leave?"

In the blink of an eye, the divine fire burned on the leader demon, but it didn't show any fear: "Master Fang has already opposed the demon clan, so is he going to fall out with the demon world and fall into the realm of self-cultivation?"

Fang Yan: "There are always some Xiaoxiao who want to get involved in this gentleman's affairs, presumably because they don't like living too long, even so, this gentleman will help you all."

The leading demon: "President Fang just passed away his wife... Oh, I forgot, Mrs. Zun hasn't passed the door yet. I heard that Immortal Qingji's death is called..."

Fang Yan grabbed the neck of the leading demon before he finished speaking, and his gray face became more and more discolored due to suffocation, but it still didn't panic, and only looked at Fang Yan mockingly.

At this time, Fang Yan said lightly: "The puppet technique of the demons is nothing more than that."

Fang Yan knows the puppet secret technique!

The expression of the leading demon finally changed. It originally wanted to wait until it died before leaving this body, but now it couldn't wait any longer. Its fingertips stretched out sharp nails and stabbed directly at its own heart. Only halfway through the piercing, it was turned into a body by the divine fire. The chains are fastened.

Fang Yan: "Want to die? I will help you."

After finishing speaking, he pinched the palm of the leader demon and exerted force...

not good!

He Zhouyue, who has been watching the play for a long time, even if he wants to let go of the shadow to stop him, Dashenmen finally shows his feet. If the puppet controlled by the puppet technique dies, it will no longer be able to find the controller!

However, Fang Yan moved one step faster than him, and the thick yellow-green blood exploded in the palm of his hand. The head and body of the leading monster were divided into two halves, and they hit the ground heavily.

Immediately afterwards, the divine fire twisted into a slender thread, dangling from the broken neck of the monster and extending towards the horizon.

Fang Yan took out a veil to wipe his hands, and then threw it casually. When the veil was covering the demon's ferocious face, Fang Yan also turned into a flame and followed the silk thread of the divine fire.

He Zhouyue breathed a sigh of relief and walked out from the side. Fang Yan's ability to become the leader of the Immortal League was not only due to his face.

He hurriedly returned to Shukuang Peak to inform Yi Xiao, with Fang Yan's skills and temper, he would be able to catch a big man back in a short time, so he must keep an eye on the person Fang Yan catches.

And he had to find his body as soon as possible while Fang Yan was not in Xianmeng.

It took a lot of time to go back and forth, and when he arrived at Chongluan Hall, most of the time had passed.

Because he is so quiet, there were no people in the hall when he lived in Chongluan hall, but now when he comes back, the door is still deserted.

He Zhouyue did not relax, let go of his spiritual sense to explore, and sure enough, he found many masters hiding in the dark.

The more people there were, the more he believed that his body was in the Chongluan Hall.

Even if Fang Yan has no feelings for him, he has to guard against his body being stolen and the world gossiping to insult the reputation of the leader of the Immortal League.

Relying on his shadow and cultivation, he passed through the courtyard and entered the bedroom smoothly.

A lamp in the dormitory was not lit, and the furnishings were all the same, except that his accustomed bed had turned into an ice bed.

And his body was lying lifelessly on the ice bed.

It was obviously his own face, but when he looked closely, it felt a bit fresh.

He Zhouyue stretched out a finger and pressed it between the eyebrows of her body.

His broken meridians were repaired...

When he was about to die, his meridians had been almost shattered by 64 lightning punishments from heaven, every inch was mixed with the anger of thunder, it was extremely difficult to repair, and Fang Yan was not good at it, I don't know why If you can do it, why bother.

But now is not the time to think about it.

The spiritual power hits the sea of ​​consciousness along the brows, and the door that outsiders would rather not destroy opened a way obediently. He Zhouyue continued to explore the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness without hesitation.

……

What he saw at the moment of his death was not a hallucination.

Master actually...

The lights suddenly turned on, illuminating the entire Chongluan Hall as bright as day.

He Zhouyue froze, and Fang Yan's footsteps sounded from behind.

why so fast...

Didn't Fang Yan go to grab the demon's body?Why did you come to Chongluan Palace? !

He Zhouyue backed away from the ice bed without any trace.

He has been holding Yinying since just now, and Fang Yan's appearance here may be just a coincidence, and he may not have really discovered him.

next moment.

Fang Yan stood by the door and whispered, "Come out."

He Zhouyue held Yinying's hand even harder, and felt ruthless in her heart.

So what about the lord of the Immortal League, what about the Mahayana cultivation base, he just came to take his own body, can Fang Yan make things difficult for him?

He was lied to by Fang Yan for 50 years, and he almost died in the end. The account has not been settled with Fang Yan yet!

However, before he let go of the shadow, someone came out from the corner.

Wen Shiqi, who used to wear gold and silver and wished he could wear the whole Wen family on his body, is now dressed in plain onyx, without even a finger puller on his hands, and his voice is hoarse: "Leader Fang, see you soon."

Why is Wen Shiqi here?

He Zhouyue frowned puzzled, fearing that Fang Yan would get into trouble, she quietly leaned next to Wen Shiqi.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Fang Yan's eyes, and he said impatiently, "What are you doing here?"

Wen Shiqi: "I'll take away the day and the moon."

Fang Yan snorted coldly: "Wishful thinking."

After finishing speaking, she walked to the edge of the ice bed and straightened He Zhouyue's unruly neckline and hair hanging down her temples, her movements were gentle and patient, just like the 50 years when the truth had not been revealed.

"Don't touch him!" Wen Shiqi approached quickly, and pulled Fang Yan's arm, but Fang Yan held it firmly, "Why do you hold Zhouyue in the Chongluan Palace to prevent him from being buried in the ground?" install!"

Fang Yan's eyes were fixed, and he planned to deal with Wen Shiqi directly, but also thought that the other party was He Zhouyue's friend, and he was still in front of He Zhouyue, so he forcibly endured it and explained: "I told you, Zhouyue He is not dead. His spirit must be taken care of by Haosheng somewhere else."

Speaking of this, Fang Yan pinched He Zhouyue's slightly fleshy profile in the past few days. He set a trap here and waited for someone to come back, but he couldn't wait until Wen Shiqi.

He restrained his emotions and said: "You have a good relationship with Zhouyue, he hasn't told you about the teacher's school, or has a senior brother or something?"

Wen Shishi's face turned red: "You don't want to know anything from me, even if he comes back someday, he won't stay by your side!"

Fang Yan's heart moved, and he said in a cold voice: "Wen Shiqi, for the sake of Zhouyue and your sister, I don't want to do anything to you. Before my patience runs out, I will get out."

Wen Shiqi struggled to free his arm, took a step back and pulled out Youhong, stared at Fang Yan and said, "Fang Yan, you have been sitting in the leader's seat for a long time, and you don't treat people as people. Others are afraid of you, and the moon loves you." , but I only hate you. Regardless of whether Dayue comes back or not, I will take him away."

Fang Yan knew that Wen Shiqi would not be pure if he didn't settle, so he set up an enchantment on the ice bed, got up and walked outside the hall: "Then let's see if you have the ability."

As soon as he came out of the palace, You Hong slashed at him head-on with a mighty momentum.

And he didn't rush, he raised his hand to block with his spiritual power, and threw Wen Shiqi and You Hong together towards the distant wall.

Wen Shiqi turned over and landed on the ground, and attacked again without stepping on his hind feet.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had gone through hundreds of tricks, and Fang Yan never called out the Long Tribulation, and Wen Shiqi, a monk in the out-of-body stage, didn't even touch Fang Yan's clothes.

Seeing Seventeen still refused to give up, Fang Yan reminded: "Have you vented enough? If you have enough, get out."

Wen Shiqi: "Unless you let me take away the moon."

Fang Yan was finally angered, and pulled out Long Jie from the void: "Since you are so persistent, then stay."

Changjie is one of the best magic weapons in the world, and Fang Yanzheng is angry, Wen Shiqi's cultivation base can't stop it at all.

The moment before the fiery red sword light fell on You Hongdao, He Zhouyue let go of the shadow, and pulled out Chuixiao to catch Changjie.

He looked at Fang Yan coldly across the sword edge that was close at hand.

The former lover who was once a lover who talked all over the world, reunited after life and death, but faced each other so straightforwardly.

Fang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he wanted to see the face underneath through the thin mask on his face.

And He Zhouyue didn't give Fang Yan any chance, he raised his foot and kicked without hesitation, Fang Yan took two steps to dodge, but He Zhouyue did not hesitate to chase after him, and Chui Xiao wiped out the flames along the spine of the Changjie sword , when approaching the hilt, he turned to hold the sword with his backhand, and the sword strokes slid towards Fang Yan's throat like a crescent moon.

Fang Yan instinctively sensed the danger, Chang Jie stood up in front of his face in an instant, and his spiritual power went straight to Chui Xiao.

He Zhouyue knew that Fang Yan was definitely not Fang Yan's opponent when fighting for spiritual power, and she didn't want to fight until she got a blow, so she deliberately lowered her voice and said to Wen Shiqi: "Let's go."

Fang Yan raised his eyelids: "Let's go?"

The flames shot up into the sky along the four walls of Chongluan Hall, Fang Yan didn't even look at Wen Shiqi, and reached out to take off He Zhouyue's mask.

He Zhouyue's sword was merciless, passing by the back of Fang Yan's hand in danger.

Wen Shiqi refused to escape alone, held You Hong to help him force Fang Yan back: "Let's go together!"

The two looked at each other, He Zhouyue was afraid of being recognized, so he didn't dare to use his spiritual power, so he simply took out a Lei Huo Dan from a senior sister of the Medical Hall's poisonous veins from his storage bag and smashed it on the ground.

The concentrated power suddenly exploded.

"Come on!"

But He Zhouyue didn't expect that Fang Yan would go through the scorching thunder and catch up to him regardless.

Immediately afterwards, he felt the rubber band where the mask collapsed on the back of his head snap off.

Like a cry.

The author has something to say: Fang Yan guards the empty shell alone: ​​thinking of the day and the moon.

He Zhouyue: The Anshen soup in the medical hall is delicious, and the snacks made by the senior sister are delicious.

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