The ally leader's stand-in is gone

Fang Yan has been in charge of Xianmeng for many years. During this period, he will inevitably offend some people, but the hatred in the middle-aged man's words is strong, as if Fang Yan killed his whole family.

However, Fang Yan, whose relatives and friends were cursed to death, hadn't spoken yet. Wen Shiqi took the lead in grabbing an iron can from the table and threw it at the middle-aged man nailed to the wall, swearing loudly.

I don't know what was in the iron can, it was dirty and heavy, and it happened to hit the branch of the tree that pierced through the middle-aged man's shoulder, causing him to tremble again in pain.

Wen Shiqi: "No one knows what will happen to Fang Yan in the future, but you will die first today!"

The divine fire burned the soul of the middle-aged man, and Wen Shiqi manipulated the moisture in his body.

Starting from the tip of the middle finger, it withered up inch by inch, and after a while the entire arm shrank like a mummy. The torture of water and fire made the middle-aged man howl again in pain.

In order not to disturb the residents in the city, Lin Zhouyue had already set up an enchantment around the courtyard.

Wen Shishi was agitated and needed to vent, but right now it was important to get down to business.

He reminded aloud: "Search for the soul."

Wen Shiqi had already smashed all the things that could be smashed at hand, and every piece hit the wound of the middle-aged man. At this moment, Lin Zhouyue woke up like a dream, and stomped his feet on the spot: "Yes, yes, search the soul, Forget about it all."

Fang Yan stepped forward: "I'll do it."

The soul search technique can probe a person's memory. The higher the level of the caster, the higher the success rate and the more things he can see.

The night pearl went out in an instant, a gap quickly opened on it, and it stopped at the broken edge. Before the thatch swayed in the wind, it had not had time to fall down, and bent over in the air in a raised posture.

Lin Zhouyue looked up subconsciously, on the half surface of the Yeming Pearl, which was relatively intact and smooth, Fang Yan's pair of peach blossom eyes were scarlet and coquettish, like ghosts.

The coercion came silently between his consciousness.

It was neither hot nor cold, as if the sky and the earth were gradually closing, wrapping him in a coffin-sized space, and he even lost his breathing instinct.

Everything is still, even time stops passing, only he faces everything in a trance, not knowing whether he is dead or alive.

Before he was about to lose consciousness, there was a gentle clapping sound in his ears.

"Ziyue, wake up." Fang Yan said.

Lin Zhouyue woke up.

He shook his head violently. The soul-searching skills of Mahayana monks cannot be peeked at, but he accidentally saw the reflection of the night pearl.

Fang Yan: "How is it? Is there any discomfort?"

A little nauseous, but nothing serious.

Lin Zhouyue: "It's okay."

Fang Yan laughed, and did not expose his small thoughts, but only injected warm spiritual power into the back of his neck to relieve his discomfort.

He wanted to avoid it uncomfortably, but he heard Seventeen hastily said, "How is it?"

Fang Yan: "About your sister, this person actually doesn't know anything. He is indeed a subordinate of Dashenmen, but he may have expected that I would search for souls, so he sent an insignificant soldier over, only to deceive us away There is no important information about the mission of Moling City."

Mixed joys and sorrows.

But no news at this time is the best news, at least not like the middle-aged man said.

"After all, it is your sister who is cursing, you can figure it out." After He Wen Shiqi finished speaking, Fang Yan stretched out his clothes, as if he was the first to enter the house, and he was also the first to go out.

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This trip in the middle of the night did not make any real progress in finding Wen Jiansheng.

But Lin Zhouyue learned something else from this trip.

According to the memory of the middle-aged man, first of all, there was a man-eating evil spirit in Moling City, and then many monks came to Moling City in the name of eliminating demons and defending Taoism, but they all failed. At this time, Wen Jiansheng arrived in Moling City spirit city.

Dashenmen wants to lure them away, which means that there is something in Moling City that they don't want them to find out, and the people of Dashenmen have not succeeded so far.

What could it be……

There were too few clues, so he didn't dwell on this issue for long, and chatted with Fang Yan and Wen Shiqi about his next plans.

The three unanimously decided to go to the city lord of Mo Ling City tomorrow.

With Wen Jiansheng's character, it is impossible to ignore the cannibal evil spirit. If he is Wen Jiansheng, he should also want to meet the only person who survived the evil spirit.

They walked all the way from the broken courtyard in the west of the city back to the Yunlai Inn, probably because they were all tall men, and the legendary man-eating evil spirits did not show their faces.

Lin Zhouyue practiced on the bed for a whole night, during which time she did not forget to pay attention to the situation in Moling City with her spiritual sense, but she still didn't find anything.

The lord of Moling City is surnamed Nie, and his name is Nie Lihou.

As the leader of the Immortal Alliance, Fang Yan's portrait is not owned by everyone in the cultivation world, but anyone who has a little knowledge knows what he looks like. It is impossible not to recognize his cultivation base.

There is no need to disguise again. After dawn, the three of them tidied up briefly, put on their usual clothes again, and went to Nie Lihou's residence together.

The building of the Xuanfeng Hall is quite satisfactory, there is nothing outstanding, and there is nothing wrong with it.

When the guard at the door heard that it was the leader of the Immortal League, he didn't believe it at first, but after thinking about it, no one in the cultivation world dared to pretend to be the leader, so he winked at each other, and one respectfully invited the three of them in, and the other hurriedly Go find City Lord Nie.

Lin Zhouyue sat on the guest seat in the hall, tracing the patterns on the bottom of the teacup with her eyes.

It is the Phoenix flower.

Wen Shiqi was also quite interested in the teacup: "This tea set is not bad."

Boy: "This is chosen by our wife, the city lord."

Wen Shiqi didn't want to talk about the city lord's family with a boy, so he just nodded: "I have a good vision."

Lin Zhouyue remembered the information about Nie Lihou that she just read last night.

It is said that Nie Lihou has only had one Taoist couple for more than 400 years, and the two are loving and harmonious. They are the gods and couples praised by everyone in Moling City.

After about half a cup of tea, Nie Lihou was pushed into the hall with the ear-piercing sound of a wheelchair crushing the ground.

"Leader! I have met the leader!" Nie Lihou was about to get up on the wheelchair and salute Fang Yan.

Fang Yanxu pushed the person back, and nodded graciously: "Master Nie."

Lin Zhouyue looked at Nie Lihou without any trace.

There is no old look on the face, the belly is slightly fatter, and the two legs are covered with a velvet blanket—it should have been broken when getting rid of evil spirits. Ordinary monks who were submerged.

Nie Lihou did not neglect him and Wen 17, and asked tentatively: "I don't know these two immortals..."

Lin Zhouyue has always kept a low profile, let alone allowed the portraits to be circulated, while Wen Shiqi took over the Wen family for a short time, and Moling City is located in a remote place, so it is normal for Nie Lihou not to recognize them.

Lin Zhouyue said indifferently: "Yuan, Lin Zhouyue."

Wen Shiqi cupped his hands and said, "Kaizhou Wen Family, Wen Shiqi."

Nie Lihou was both happy and surprised: "So it's Immortal Qingji and President Wen, disrespectful, disrespectful."

The four of them sat down again, Fang Yan naturally took the first place, and Nie Lihou flattered him again without flattery or neglect. After the greetings were over, he asked, "I don't know what the three immortals are talking about coming to Xuanfeng Palace?"

Although Nie Lihou asked the Immortal League for help because he couldn't subdue the evil spirit, it came too fast. Soon, as long as he used his brain, he knew that an evil spirit would not let these three powerful people go out together.

Fang Yan: "I heard that there is a troublesome evil in this city?"

Nie Lihou sighed: "Yes, it appeared recently. I'm really ashamed to say that Nie is incompetent and can't protect the people in my city."

Seeing the annoyance on Nie Lihou's face, Lin Zhouyue laughed at herself, and appreciated him a lot.

He obviously broke his leg, but he didn't sell miserably in front of Fang Yan, and he still cared about the people in the city, so he was a good city lord.

Fang Yan: "City Lord Nie's leg is in the process of eliminating evil..."

Nie Lihou smiled wryly: "Nie is not good at learning."

Fang Yan raised his hand, and the red spiritual power surrounded Nie Lihou's legs in the blink of an eye, and they all merged into it after a few breaths.

Nie Lihou was very happy now. He stood up while supporting the wheelchair, walked back and forth in the hall, and almost knelt down to Fang Yan: "Thank you, leader! Thank you, leader!!"

Fang Yan: "City Lord Nie loves the people like a son, so he should be blessed."

Nie Lihou: "Nie will definitely obey the leader's orders in the future and do his part for the cultivation world!"

Fang Yan smiled without answering, and gave Wen Shiqi a look.

Wen Shiqi impatiently took out the scroll and handed it to Nie Lihou: "Master Nie, have you seen the female cultivator in the painting recently?"

Nie Lihou just glanced at it and replied: "I've seen it before, isn't this friend Pomegranate, she's still staying in the Xuanfeng Palace for a day, and she said that she will help Mo Ling City to get rid of evil spirits."

Pomegranate……

sixteen……

Lin Zhouyue glanced at Wen Shiqi, and silently took another sip of tea.

Wen Shiqi was also silent for a moment because of this simple, rude and connotative pseudonym, and then quickly asked: "What about her?"

Nie Lihou said with regret: "After getting rid of the evil, he never came back."

The air in the hall froze again.

Lin Zhouyue frowned, could it be that Wen Jiansheng had an accident during the process of eliminating evil?

One can smell Jiansheng's cultivation, how could the evil that can hurt her just sneakily eat people in a small Moling City...

Fang Yan tapped twice on the desktop with his finger: "It is the duty of our generation of monks to eliminate demons and protect the way. Don't worry, City Lord Nie, the Immortal Alliance will never let this matter go."

Nie Lihou: "Thank you lord! The whole city of Moling will definitely remember the lord's kindness!"

Wen Shiqi: "But I watched the whole night last night, but I didn't see that evil creature appear. How are we going to catch it?"

Fang Yan glanced across the screen inadvertently, and the smile on his mouth deepened a bit: "Since it doesn't take the initiative to come out, it can only lead the snake out of the hole."

Lin Zhouyue followed Fang Yangang's line of sight.

Hidden behind the screen is a half-grown little girl, who looks like a flower and jade, with a pair of eyes that are round and round because of curiosity, looking forward to shine, she is cute at once.

Nie Lihou, 420, three years old, one wife, one daughter.

His daughter, Nie Tianchun, died just the day before yesterday.

The author has something to say: let me explain in advance, Fang Yan will not be insane.

It seems that the plot has gone too much in the past two days, and I will turn back tomorrow.

感谢在2021-08-08?20:54:30~2021-08-09?22:10:10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Ying Xiaobai? 40 bottles; Wuxin? 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!