The ally leader's stand-in is gone

Shen Longting.

Shen Longjia.

Shen Long Bureau.

Lin Zhouyue was troubled by the word "Shen Long" at first, but when the other party mentioned Master, he suddenly remembered the story that Master told him when he was a child.

Back then, ghost craftsman Long Xi sealed the Yin and Yang dragons to keep the world peaceful and destroyed the Wu clan. At first glance, it seemed that none of them remained, but Long Xi always felt that the matter of the Wu clan was not completely over, because the memories of the saints of the past were being destroyed. time is lost.

And those memories that contain the development of the Wu people in the past dynasties belong to their civilization and are the seeds of "hope".

His master suspected that with Long Xi's cultivation, it was impossible to miss the witch clan, but the memories of the saintesses merged for a long time to produce a "spirit". For the continuation of the witch clan, he ran away before Long Xi attacked.

Because it is a "spirit", it is neither human nor demon, and has no body, and because the saint has always respected witch dragons, she appears as a dragon-like male to disguise her identity.

Chuixiao slowly passed through a layer of holy white light.

The power of thunder is best at killing evil.

Lin Zhouyue: "Senior Long Xi indulged in the battle between immortals and demons, and failed to eradicate the Wu clan. As a younger generation, he should make up for his regret."

The flickering electric light burned wisps of black air around the man's neck, and the man finally panicked.

Man: "Xianjun, don't you ever resent, Fang Yan treats you as a substitute, as a plaything, and your love has never been reciprocated! Aren't you unwilling!"

Lin Zhouyue's eyelids moved slightly.

When the slender eye feathers fanned out again, the indifference underneath was even worse than before.

Lin Zhouyue: "I don't have the turn of outsiders to comment on my own affairs."

Man: "What about the world of comprehension! Do you want to see the world of comprehension continue to intrigue and scramble? You live in seclusion from the world. To put it mildly, you don't want to be disturbed by ordinary things. In fact, you haven't tried to change everything at all! You are all cowards!"

Lin Zhouyue does not deny the fact that Yuan Ai does not intend to change any status quo in the cultivation world.

However, if a person or a sect shrinks back without trying, it may be cowardly, but the battle between immortals and demons has contributed the most, and they will always be on the front line. The word cowards can never fall on them.

The man just spied from his memory that Fang Yan was going to exterminate the Wu clan, so he tried every means to provoke him and wanted him to stop Fang Yan.

There is no need to say any more.

The coercion of the hanging sky was overwhelming, and countless strands of electric light stretched out from the sword body, gradually wrapping the man into a cocoon.

The man is still struggling: "Xianjun! I can give you the art of suppressing the heart! You can use it to turn Fang Yan into a heartless monster!"

Lin Zhouyue said lightly: "Regardless of whether Fang Yan's other identities are qualified, at least no one is more suitable as the leader of the Immortal League."

Man: "Lin Zhouyue! Can't you hate me!"

"Kill Fang Yan!"

"kill……"

With the disappearance of the man, the phantom swayed wildly, and it was about to be destroyed.

It's just that the people in the phantom didn't notice it.

On the main hall of the Yuan and Qing Dynasties, the major sects who came to worship had already dispersed, and the disturbed mist re-condensed, as if the ground was covered with thin frost, and two rows of solemn and cold bronze chimes hung.

At the end of the silence, Fang Yan was wearing a luxurious white suit and sat alone in a high position. There was a faint smile on his lips, and he didn't know when it fell down. If it wasn't for his chest still rising and falling, just looking at that expressionless and overly perfect face, It's like a manufactured dummy.

Half of the illusion had collapsed, the chimes fell into the void one after another, and the mist also leaked into the darkness like flowing water.

Suddenly, Fang Yan moved.

Eyebrows all lit up.

Lin Zhouyue turned around to look, and a young man in blue walked into the hall against the light, holding a jar in his hand, his expression was indifferent, but his eyes were affectionate: "Newly brewed wine."

If anyone else saw this, they would be so frightened by this disrespectful speech and behavior that they would kneel down on the spot, but Fang Yan was very happy, and took the initiative to walk down the high platform, and approached the young man step by step.

The two stretched out their hands towards each other tacitly, and the moment their fingertips touched, the illusion disappeared.

Lin Zhouyue's nose trembled slightly, as if she was looking for the scent of wine that had vanished into nothingness.

No matter how he was tempted, he never thought of letting Fang Yan die.

Similarly, although he has no interest in this cultivation world, he never thought of destroying it.

From the perspective of a bystander, Fang Yan's status as the leader is very competent. Although he doesn't like it, after staying in the Xianmeng for so many years, he also understands that when the water is clear, there will be no fish. Fang Yan made the best trade-off.

As for these 50 years, did he resent it?

……

At least there is some dissatisfaction.

A relationship, no matter what the reason ends, but once in love and having the most beautiful and pure moments, it is considered complete.

But he never got close, it was all wishful thinking under the guise of being deceived.

It has nothing to do with any wishful thinking, just unwillingness from dignity.

That's it.

Getting entangled in this will only hinder your practice.

After standing still for a while, Lin Zhouyue walked towards the white light when he came.

The man is dead, as long as Wen Shiqi ends, they can go out.

He pinched out a little Liuying with his fingertips, put away the hanging sky, and followed Liuying away.

Not long after, he found Wen Shiqi in a bamboo forest.

It was a very quiet bamboo forest, without even the sound of the wind. Under the clear sunlight, every bamboo was brightly colored, and the clear stream refused to flow, maintaining a half-circle of water patterns under the curved arch bridge.

It seems to be separated from everything, and even the years have forgotten it, so it stays at a certain moment, standing still for a long time.

It was supposed to be a sad scene, but Lin Zhouyue didn't feel sad or anything like that. Instead, she felt that the stillness in front of her was so vivid no matter how you looked at it.

After Wen Shiqi noticed his arrival, he turned around and said, "It's so late?"

Lin Zhouyue briefly explained what happened just now.

Wen Shiqi: "Wait, wait, I didn't understand. If that man is an illusion of the memory of the saints of the past, and he died, why are we still in this Shenlong bureau?"

Lin Zhouyue: "It is an obsession formed by the saintesses to protect the witch clan. The Shen Long Bureau is a simple mechanism or secret realm. It just borrowed the Shen Long Bureau to appear in front of me."

Wen Shiqi: "Oh, that is to say, the protective umbrella set by the saints for the civilization of the witch clan is gone."

"Well, almost." Lin Zhouyue looked around the bamboo forest, "How is your side?"

Wen Shishihuang shook the jade letter in his hand: "As expected, my sister came prepared, she kept one hand, only the memory about that person, other things about the Wen family, the world of cultivation, etc. fake."

Lin Zhouyue: "Are you sure the memory about that person is real?"

Wen Shiqi: "Yes, because the feeling of this bamboo forest is obviously different, and all other memories are hidden in this memory, it is probably because of this, that the man and Shen Longjia were hidden from it."

Lin Zhouyue was stunned.

Wen Jiansheng has been in charge of the Wen family for many years, and he really has his own skills.

Lin Zhouyue: "Have you seen it all?"

"I see, but maybe I don't have much experience and don't understand love." Wen Shiqi scratched his head, looking puzzled, and asked tentatively, "When you liked Fang Yan back then, why did you like Fang Yan?"

Lin Zhouyue recalled it for a while, and replied without any prejudice: "At first it was because I was moved, but later I felt that he was not bad."

Wen Shiqi smiled and said: "You are soft-hearted."

Lin Zhouyue said "hmm": "It won't happen in the future."

learn from mistakes.

With experience, there should be growth.

"Then let's go! Go to Wulong Temple!"

Wen Shishi held up the jade slip with both hands, poured water and spiritual power to dissolve it.

The crystal shattered light swirled in the air, smashing the entire Shen Long Bureau completely, and flew into the distance happily.

·

Inside Mo Lingyuan.

The Lingzhu that has been enshrined for thousands of years in the main hall is held in the air by a beam of light alone, reflecting the tragic situation of the entire Wu clan.

Eight out of ten of the majestic and magnificent palaces were turned into ruins, and the mountains and plains were full of blood-stained jade, as well as the broken arms and limbs of the Wu tribe or the dragon guards. The snow turned into muddy water spots, and then it all evaporated.

The continuous snow-capped mountains have become endless scorched earth, and there are cries of pain and despair everywhere.

Fang Yan stepped on the Lingzhu with a long calamity in his hand, and his white clothes were not even stained with blood. He looked down at the dying high priest of the witch tribe indifferently, and said sarcastically: "Nearly a thousand years have passed, and there is still no progress."

The high priest knelt among the blood stains, leaning on his staff and barely raised his head: "Who the hell are you..."

Fang Yan: "This question, wait until you go underground and ask those innocent people who died tragically because of your witch clan evil spirits."

The high priest suddenly spat out another mouthful of blood, and the tribesmen beside him hurriedly helped him so that he would not lie on the ground.

He gritted his teeth and whispered, "How is it?"

The clansmen shook their heads with red eyes: "The five witches are gone..."

The five witches are the five with the strongest spiritual power of the witch clan. They have the lowest cultivation level and are out of their bodies. They are all good at singing and dancing.

However, their singing and dancing can not only enshrine Wulong, but also pull people to death.

Since the Wu Clan moved to Mo Lingyuan, all those who entered or invaded by mistake have all died in the hands of the Wu Wu.

But even Wuwu couldn't touch Fang Yan's half an inch of clothes.

The high priest looked at Fang Yan who was still standing on top of their spirit beads, and began to pant heavily, and even rolled his eyes.

"High Priest!" The clansmen, regardless of respect or disrespect, slapped the high priest on the back and dragged him back from the gate of hell.

Fang Yan lowered his eyes and looked down at the struggle of the witch clan below, without any disturbance in his heart.

Long Xi has been kind to him in nurturing him, and he should fulfill Long Xi's will.

There is also Taiping in the cultivation world, the innocent people who died and were robbed of their emotions are also waiting for him to seek justice.

After a long calamity, the coercion poured down from the sky above Mo Lingyuan again.

The high priest shouted with the last of his strength: "I hope the lord can save the Wu clan a way out! This old man is willing to hand over the secret arts of the witch clan to the lord!"

Fang Yan sneered: "Yanxin?"

The High Priest: "It's not a heartbreak! It's a secret art that can transform other people's emotions, flesh and blood, and even souls into power! Isn't the leader here for this!"