The ally leader's stand-in is gone

There is only one temple-like building in the entire courtyard, and a vertical plaque is hung in the center of the front, with the three characters Shen Longting written on it.

Except for the natural wall on the west side of the Shenlong Pavilion, there are no walls on the other three sides. The pavilion is only supported by twelve jade pillars covered with gold and silver-plated on the bottom. There are a few small bells hanging at the end of each prayer flag, and when the wind blows, it makes an intoxicating crisp sound.

Lin Zhouyue and Wen Shiqi looked at each other, holding their respective instruments, and cautiously stepped onto the wave-shaped transparent jade bridge leading to Shen Longting.

Below the jade bridge is a patch of cedar, which is not too high, but ordinary people will surely die if they fall off.

Lin Zhouyue walked lightly across the jade bridge, peeking inside when the prayer flags were blown by the wind.

The inside of the pavilion is very empty, and there is a bronze bookshelf as high as the pavilion erected on the wall next to the mountain, on which are all jade letters.

These are the Tablets!

The memories of the saints of the past are stored in this shelf full of letters!

However, on the golden carpet in the center of Shen Longting, sat a man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

When Lin Zhouyue looked at the man, the man also opened his eyes in his direction.

Those were a pair of golden pupils.

"Where did the guest come from?"

Lin Zhouyue lifted the prayer flags and walked into the Shenlong Pavilion, and said in a deep voice, "Beyond Mo Lingyuan."

The man nodded, but his attitude was very polite: "The important place of the witch clan, please turn back."

Unlike those Wu tribes outside who would strike at the slightest disagreement, the man in front of him seemed to be easy to talk to.

But how can it be a simple character who can stand alone in the important place.

Lin Zhouyue didn't take it lightly, and secretly guessed what a man was.

If it is a dragon guard, there is no iconic dragon horn on the forehead, but if it is a human being, the pupils are golden.

But he is not a medical practitioner, and he is not an author. He does not control anything.

He said again: "I'm here to fetch something, and I hope it will be convenient for you."

Man: "It is impossible to take out the things that have been put into Shen Longjia, and I still hope to return."

Lin Zhouyue drew her sword out of its sheath: "Then there is nothing to talk about."

With lightning speed, Chui Xiao stabbed the man with a sword full of lightning.

The man slapped the ground with one hand, flashed across the sky, and struck Lin Zhouyue's shoulder with the other free hand.

Lin Zhouyue flew back and flew straight out of Shen Longting.

When he stepped on the jade bridge, he played a trick on Wen Shiqi who was hiding in the dark: Go get your sister's jade slip, I will hold this man back!

In order to win a chance for Wen Shiqi, Lin Zhouyue's sword is like thunder, fierce and fast, and he directly kills the man with his moves.

The man didn't expect him to have such a cultivation level, and his expression became serious, and the two of them passed the hundred moves in an instant.

After a hundred moves, Lin Zhouyue caught the opponent's mistake, and stabbed the man's side with Chuixiao.

The sharp point of the sword pierced through the inner robe one by one, but when it was about to pierce through the flesh and blood, it seemed to touch some solid rock, and it was difficult to advance half an inch.

Lin Zhouyue frowned slightly, and swung the sword across, and the man's clothes were instantly torn open by him.

Under the clothes, the palm-sized scales gradually disappeared.

He looked into the man's eyes again.

Is this Longwei or a human?

The man glanced at the side waist, as if to praise: "Good skill."

Lin Zhouyue ignored it, and Chuixiao stabbed at the man again.

Seeing that he had been exposed, the man simply stopped pretending, his entire palm turned into a dragon's claw shape, and he grasped the edge of Suixiao sword without hesitation.

Man: "Wouldn't it be a pity to be defeated by Shen Longting with your excellency? Hurry up and leave with your companions who entered the pavilion."

Lin Zhouyue said coldly, "There's so much nonsense."

He pulled out the sky with all his strength, his eyes flickered with silver light, the swinging prayer flags and the flying white snow were frozen in the air at the same time, the wind and clouds remained unchanged, and the rolling thunder resounded from the sea of ​​his consciousness through the valley.

Chui Xiao wiped a path of fire on the man's outstretched arm and went straight forward. When he reached the upper arm, Lin Zhouyue held it with his backhand, with a sudden murderous intent.

The man noticed something was wrong, he piled all the scales on the most vulnerable neck, and wanted to retreat after following.

late!

Lin Zhouyue exerted force from her waist to turn her figure over, and the force multiplied into Chui Xiao. For a moment, the silver light was shining, and the sword's edge penetrated through layers of scales, and directly chopped off the man's head.

——Whoever you are, I will break it with a single sword.

The prayer flags swung again, and the snow fell with the wind.Lin Zhouyue put the sword back into its sheath, avoiding the muddy blood on the ground, and planned to go to Shen Long Pavilion to find Wen Shiqi.

At the same time, he heard Dao Wen Shiqi's surprised voice: "I found it!"

However, when he just stepped into the pavilion, the man's head suddenly rolled around on the ground, looking up from behind him, he said faintly: "Whoever enters, can't get out..."

Immediately afterwards, a white light flashed inside the pavilion, enveloping him in an instant.

Lin Zhouyue didn't have time to care about the head or not, and called out: "Seventeen!"

But he didn't get a response from Wen Shiqi.

There was only endless white light around, and there was not even a trace of shadow under his feet. He tried to take a few steps forward, but he couldn't tell whether he was moving or not.

organ?

Secret realm?

Or a hallucination?

Lin Zhouyue stopped and closed his eyes, and spread his consciousness to test the whole space. After a while, he found a direction, and the piercing spiritual power exploded. When he opened his eyes again, the white light peeled off piece by piece like a wall brick. .

And behind that white light was the familiar sea of ​​flames.

The Phoenix Forest was burning vigorously, and the night sky was dyed a rich red, and the wind passed through the flames, sending a strong smell of blood.

Lin Zhouyue walked into the fire involuntarily. The seemingly scorching fire did not cause any harm to him, so he followed the smell of blood. At the place where the smell was the strongest, he saw someone holding a broken sword , barely standing there.

The young man's face was flushed with heat, but his lips were bloodless. Sweat kept sliding down his cheeks, before it landed on the ground, it turned into steam and dissipated.

There was a dull pain in the chest, which made people feel stuffy.

Seeing Fang Yan passing by him, Lin Zhouyue ran to the young man anxiously, but was stopped by the young man feebly.

The memory overlapped with the scene in front of her one by one, Lin Zhouyue felt unspeakable anger in her heart, and her eyes became colder and colder.

He said coldly: "Come out!"

The man whose head he had just beheaded appeared beside him. The red and gold uniform of the witch tribe was not damaged in any way, and there was not even a mark on his neck.

The man bowed to him: "I have met Immortal Qingji."

Lin Zhouyue poured his spiritual power into Chuiling Xiao. It was his carelessness before, but this time, he decided to chop the man into ashes including his body and soul!

"Qingji Immortal Lord, don't be angry, just listen to the next sentence." The man's face was amiable, and he pressed the Chuixiao Sword back into its sheath with a smile: "The Immortal Lord was half-distracted, and I escaped by relying on the remnant soul of the Wulong. A catastrophe is already a fluke, and it is absolutely impossible to withstand the wrath of the immortal king."

"Although I met Xianjun for the first time, I admire Xianjun's peerless demeanor, and I am willing to do my best for Xianjun, and I hope Xianjun will be merciful."

Lin Zhouyue: "Do your best for me?"

Man: "Exactly."

Lin Zhouyue: "Where is Wen Shiqi?"

The man was taken aback, and quickly realized: "Xian Jun really values ​​love and righteousness. President Wen touched Shen Longjia, and fell into Shen Long's situation with you, but Xian Jun can rest assured, as long as President Wen thinks Be firm, and there will be no danger of life."

Lin Zhouyue narrowed her eyes slightly: "What if you don't have a firm mind?"

The man smiled and said nothing.

Lin Zhouyue's face darkened.

But he didn't have much worry, after all, he didn't feel much murderous intent from this so-called Shen Long Bureau, and Wen Shiqi, besides being multi-minded in business, was always willing to do good, simple and straightforward, there would be no What demons.

Let's go out first.

I still have to find Wen Jiansheng.

Lin Zhouyue thought so, and planned to break Shen Long's situation first, but before he could condense his spiritual power, the man said again: "Immortal Qingji is in such a hurry to leave?"

Lin Zhouyue: "Is there something wrong?"

Man: "I really admire Xianjun's elegance, and want to help Xianjun survive the catastrophe in the future."

Lin Zhouyue glanced over.

His fate?

The man raised his hand and pointed to Fang Yan who was holding the young man's body in the sea of ​​flames and was sitting silently.

He suddenly laughed: "The only word in Xianjun's fate is 'love', this person will not die, and Xianjun's life will be difficult to overcome."

A thunderbolt slashed at the man's feet, and even the phantom flame was momentarily confused.

Lin Zhouyue's eyes became colder and colder.

His master had done fortune-telling for him back then, and the man probably saw it from his memory.

It's fine if it's just love, but he still has big and small things about Yuan Shu in his memory, if these things get out... He looked at the man, and his murderous heart suddenly arose.

The man noticed something, and took a step back subconsciously: "Xianjun, then Fang Yan treats you like this, don't you want to take revenge? Fang Yan is a Mahayana, unmatched in the world, but if you come to my Shenlong Bureau, Xianjun will join hands with me , will definitely make him come and go!"

"Xianjun, this is the only chance to kill Fang Yan!"

The surrounding images became distorted and suddenly turned into a gloomy altar.

The young man's limbs were locked with thick iron chains, and 64 thunderbolts came down from the sky, splitting the young man until he vomited blood, and gradually lost his sanity.

Pale light illuminated the valley again and again, and the man's face was filled with grief, as if he was heartbroken at the injustice Lin Zhouyue suffered: "Xianjun, don't you complain?"

Then, the surrounding images were distorted again, Fang Yan was independent on the high platform of the Yuan and Qing Hall, and underneath were the various sects worshiping, and Shan called Fang Yan the honorable title of Daoist, swearing to obey and follow.

Man: "Your Majesty, you hate this intriguing world of self-cultivation, and Fang Yan is the No. 1 manipulator in the world. As long as Fang Yan dies, the world of self-cultivation will definitely pay the price it deserves!"

"Xianjun, don't you want to see what will happen to this disgusting cultivation world?!"

The man's affection was sincere, and every word passed through his ears, crossed the sea of ​​consciousness, and rushed straight to the deepest part of Lin Zhouyue's heart.

As long as Fang Yan is dead.

Man: "As long as Fang Yan is dead! He will never be able to pester Xianjun again!"

"And it won't pose a threat to Yuanxie. Xianjun, you can concentrate on your cultivation. With your aptitude, you will be able to ascend to Taoism just around the corner. What's more, you still have the head of Lin Shenlin..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Chuixiao Sword suddenly rested on the man's neck.

Lin Zhouyue said indifferently: "I remembered what you are."