The ally leader's stand-in is gone

There are 32 peaks and 71 halls in Xianmeng.

In the majestic and majestic main peak Yuanqing Hall, two rows of walls traverse the thick and solid long wood, and huge chime bells hang solemnly on it, and a gorgeous light circle rises vertically from the bottom of the corner lampstand, and four simple square tripods are supported. In the middle of the sky, there was a steady stream of dense mist blowing out.

On both sides of the endless printed carpet, nearly a hundred monks stood neatly in rows, all of them were filled with sincere awe.

The court meeting was coming to an end, and the city lord of the Thirteen Continents of the Southern Sea was paying tribute to the first person.

"Thanks to the lord, the chaos in Nanming can be quelled."

"The lord's power is unrivaled in the world, and having the lord to lead the cultivation world is truly a blessing for me in the cultivation world."

Facing the overflowing words of praise, Fang Yan always had a decent smile, and sat there like a pine tree, with a gentle voice, but with a submissive majesty: "This gentleman is just doing my best for the cultivation world. .”

The city lord of the First Continent clasped his fists and said, "The lord is too modest. A hundred years ago, if the lord hadn't acted righteously to quell the war and rule the world, the cultivation world would have been in chaos for a long time."

The city lord of the third continent continued: "What you said is very true! After the Chosen generation, the cultivation world has fallen into internal friction. If there is no leader, the cultivation world may not exist long ago."

In the midst of harmony, Master Lang Yi interrupted abruptly: "The Chosen generation consumes the luck of the world, so that the world must rely on the ladder to ascend to heaven. I wonder when the lord will take out the ladder to ascend to heaven?"

The huge Yuanqing Hall suddenly fell into silence.

A stream of cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the Sixth City Master who was close to Master Langyi, and fell to the floor along his round cheeks, splashing water stains.

The seventh city lord swallowed, and hurriedly grabbed the sixth city lord.

The sixth city lord woke up like a dream, and moved to the distance with the seventh city lord.

Their lord looked polite, but in fact he was calm and calm. A few simple words were enough to make people panic, and they were so afraid that they couldn't sleep or eat.

Master Lang Yi dared to ask about climbing the ladder face to face, really tired of work!

Fang Yan shifted his gaze to Master Langyi, and his voice was always peaceful: "The Stairway to Heaven is an artifact that reaches heaven. It is the only one in the world, and it needs to be nourished by spiritual veins, so I store it in Xianmeng. If someone is approaching Ascension, the Immortal Alliance will provide him with an altar."

Master Lang Yi seemed not to understand what it means to accept as soon as you see it, and he still refused to be honest after getting an explanation: "It's a bunch of nonsense! You obviously want to monopolize the ladder!"

"Hypocrite! Hand over the ladder!"

"Hand over the ladder!"

In the blink of an eye, Master Lang Yi's eyes were red, blood flushed all over his face, and even the gap between his teeth was dripping with saliva.

Shouts that became hoarse and hoarse echoed in the hall, and the chime bell hanging on the wall swayed without wind, making a heavy muffled sound, like a heavy hammer hitting the sea of ​​consciousness.

Eleventh City Lord wanted to show off in front of Fang Yan, scolded "Bastard", picked up the halberd and rushed forward.

As a result, the wind brought by the tip of the halberd had not even gotten close to Master Lang Yi, and he was thrown out.

A black vortex appeared on the ground at some point, and the water bubbles exploded one after another, burning large holes in the floor.

Seeing that the eleventh city lord was about to fall into the vortex, a water-blue figure came from the sky, grabbed his shoulder, stepped on the still intact stone pillar, and landed on the ground without any danger.

He Zhouyue stepped on the thunder, holding the Liuhua sword, and his eyes were sharp: "Where is the evil thing, dare to act wild in the Yuanqing Palace!"

Seeing that the Liuhua sword was about to hit Master Lang Yi's throat, Master Lang Yi hissed again.

"Hand over the ladder!"

"Hand over the ladder!"

Black vortexes kept popping up, He Zhouyue's expression froze, and just as he was about to make a move, he saw gorgeous flames ignited on each vortex, and within an instant, there was not even ashes left.

Fang Yan was still the same as before, he didn't even move his fingers, he just lifted his eyelids lazily, and a sudden invasion was forcibly cut off.

The situation was turned upside down in an instant, the overwhelming coercion descended from the sky, and accompanied by the muffled sound of bones breaking, Master Langyi's knees collapsed and he knelt down heavily, unable to even raise his head.

He Xiting looked at Fang Yan's right hand side for a long time. Seeing Master Langyi being pushed down, Shi Shiran stepped down from the high platform.

He Xiting: "Brother, what kind of evil is this?"

Just as He Zhouyue was about to speak, she suddenly noticed something and pushed He Xiting aside: "Get out of the way!"

A huge force gathered on "Langyi Master", with "Langyi Master" as the center, everything within ten feet turned into a black whirlpool.

A violent wind rises from the center of the vortex, as if it wants to swallow everything around it.

Jin Dan blew himself up!

Although this "Master Lang Yi" was pretending to be something, but he was able to become the city lord of the Thirteen Continents of the Southern Ocean, and he was able to successfully pass through the customs and enter the Immortal League, which shows his strength and cultivation.

He Zhouyue was too close, and it was too late to dodge, so he erected Liu Hua to block in front of him, and a silver-white cold light rose from the ground.

The next moment, a more powerful coercion came.

When he saw Fang Yan leave the first seat, he lifted his slender fingers lightly, and the purple flame burned "Master Lang Yi" together with the ever-expanding spiritual power into a human-shaped light mass.

The light cluster crackled and evaporated the black vortex all over the ground like a bright sun.

The accident, which was not even considered a crisis, did not cause any waves on Fang Yan's face.

This Suwei Xianjun who stepped into the Mahayana and the leader of the Immortal Alliance at the pinnacle of the cultivation world, was wearing a complicated and noble white robe that was spotless, and the golden crow and mountains embroidered with gold thread on the hem of the clothes were like melting under the noon sun that shot in from outside the hall. The essence, staring at everything in the world with scorching heat, makes people almost forget to breathe.

"Qu Yin, deal with it."

Qu Yin was the first to react, and moved neatly to deal with the aftermath.

Cheers sounded again in the Yuanqing Palace, and everyone shouted Fang Yan's Taoist title in unison, swearing to surrender and follow.

And He Zhouyue was still holding the Liuhua sword that Fang Yan gave him, standing alone in the eagerness of the hall, the unburned flames reflected in his pupils, but it was like a layer of icy hoarfrost, no matter how warm it was stand up.

His lover has been protecting He Xiting since he left the first seat, until the moment when the dust settled, he hasn't even glanced at him.

"Day and moon, day and moon?"

In the quiet private courtyard, He Zhouyue was awakened from contemplation, and looked up at Fang Yan who was sitting opposite the round table.

Fang Yan raised his eyes and smiled a little: "What are you thinking?"

He Zhouyue: "It's nothing, where did it go?"

Fang Yan: "Master Lang Yi has been dead for a hundred years, and today's people just occupy the body of Master Lang Yi."

He Zhouyue: "Then who is occupying Master Langyi's body?"

Fang Yan: "I only know that he is a member of Dashenmen."

Dashenmen...

He Zhouyue: "I went to Changlin now, and found that behind the evil spirit's chaos, there is also the handwriting of Dashenmen."

He Xiting: "Hundreds of years ago during the war between immortals and demons, a group of extremely talented monks came into being. Among them, the group of people with the highest cultivation base and the highest contribution are called the Chosen Ones. Although the master is not the chosen one, he is still a member of the chosen generation after all, his cultivation level is not low, and there are very few people in this world who can compare to him..."

Speaking of this, He Xiting paused: "Could it be that the one who killed him was the one who refused to ascend? If that's the case, behind the stack of divine gates..."

Fang Yan shook his head slightly: "After the great war, Lin Shen lived in seclusion with his sect. He refused to ascend for a long time because of that junior brother in the Demon Realm. Maybe he killed Master Langyi, but with his character, he will never create A Dashenmen came to do evil everywhere."

He Xiting was puzzled: "When I was traveling, I found that Dashenmen was more aimed at monks. Who is so malicious to the cultivation world?"

Fang Yan heard the words, and said meaningfully: "I probably feel that the cultivation world is hopeless."

On the contrary, He Xiting smiled: "These words would still have sounded nearly 200 years ago, but now that the lord is in charge of the cultivation world, how can it not be thriving?"

Fang Yan didn't answer, but asked He Zhouyue, who had always been silent: "What does Zhouyue think?"

A flash of resistance crossed He Zhouyue's eyebrows.

The Great War of Immortals and Demons is over, and the cultivation world should have been revived with one heart, but they have been fighting for power for nearly a hundred years. Now that Fang Yan has ruled the cultivation world, there are still Dashenmen who continue to cause chaos for their own selfish desires.

Obviously, it should be a path to purify the heart and go to the Tao, but it has become another dojo where desires gather.

Tell him, it's better for them all to disperse and go back to their respective caves to practice, maybe this world can be cleaner.

He Zhouyue restrained her thoughts and said calmly: "No matter what, you shouldn't implicate the innocent."

Fang Yan chuckled, and his thick eyelashes drooped slightly, covering up the vague regret in his eyes: "You haven't changed."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the teacup and took a sip: "Let's stop here today."

This is what it means to drive people away.

Even though He Xiting brushed past him sensiblely, He Zhouyue didn't move: "I have something to tell you."

Fang Yan: "What's the matter?"

When He Xiting was completely out of the peripheral vision, He Zhouyue untied the Nanming Zhuyu from his waist and put it on the table, without saying a word, just quietly observing Fang Yan's expression.

There was nothing unusual on that handsome face, just when he thought Fang Yan was about to defend himself, Fang Yan said, "I forgot."

With this acknowledgment, the stalemate between the two relaxed.

Fortunately, if Fang Yan refuses to admit it, he will be disappointed.

"You have a heavy burden on your shoulders, I understand." He Zhouyue gave a step first, and then changed the subject, "But what's the matter with He Xiting's All Souls Thunder?"

Fang Yan frowned slightly: "He is your brother."

He Zhouyue: "But the God of All Souls is mine too, have you ever asked me if I would like it?"

Whether it is sitting in a high position for a long time, being questioned one after another, Fang Yan's expression became obviously displeased: "It's not just your thing."

He Zhouyue: "It's not yours alone."

Fang Yan's voice raised slightly, with a hint of warning: "Day Moon."

Others would be intimidated by Fang Yan, but He Zhouyue didn't show the slightest fear: "Am I wrong? Myriad Spirits God Thunder can have the power it has now, and it is also a part of my hard work. You know that He Xiting treats me well." how."

Fang Yan: "I thought you just didn't like power struggles, so you were a little indifferent. Didn't you expect that you would even ignore blood connections?"

He Zhouyue looked at Fang Yan in disbelief.

He has been with Fang Yan for 50 years, but it seems that he has never really known this person, and the familiar features reveal strangeness everywhere.

He Zhouyue: "Fang Yan, do you know what you are talking about?"

Fang Yan didn't answer but asked instead: "Do you know what you are doing?"

On the second day after He Xiting returned from his travels, the two who had never blushed for 50 years broke up unhappy.