Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

"Little Junior Brother?"

Lin Jinglan saw Wen Fu in a daze, and called him.

Wen Fu withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "Let's go, let's go back to Master."

Lin Jinglan originally wanted to ask him how he met Duan He, but seeing that he obviously didn't want to talk more, she followed his words and responded.

After Duan He left Wen Fu's sight, he let out a long breath. He avoided Wen Fu not only because he wasted half a year, but also because the gentle young man in his memory had changed his appearance.

Or maybe it wasn't that Wen Fu had changed, but that he hadn't seen this person clearly at all. Thinking of this, Duan He couldn't help sighing.

"Big Brother."

Duan He heard a familiar voice and looked up, "Junior Brother Tao."

Tao Wanqiu walked to his side, "The suzerain let us go to the Hongzheng Palace."

"What did Master say?"

"still not clear."

When they arrived in the hall, there were already many people standing inside, most of them were direct disciples of the sect.

Yin Wei's long body stood on the main seat, and when the people arrived, he said: "The matter of Jingyin Temple is over, and the rest is how to punish the demon world. Now the demon world can't shrink back. If we want to attack by force, we just have to I'm afraid that I won't have any advantage, what do you think?"

There was a moment of silence in the hall, and an older disciple said, "The Demon Realm has retreated to Fengdu Cliff for thousands of years, and the Immortal Sect really doesn't know much about the Demon Realm. This disciple thinks that we should be more cautious than guarding Fengdu Cliff first." .”

Yin Weizhi shook his head, "For Moxiu, this move is no different from indulgence."

Wen Songsi took a small step hesitantly with the thoughts that came to his mind. Yin Su watched his movements, squeezed his fingers, and said via voice transmission: "Don't worry, it doesn't matter if you say something wrong."

Wen Song regained his composure, walked into the hall, and bowed to salute, "The disciple thinks that no matter what the attack method is, it is inappropriate."

Seeing that the person who came out was Wen Song, Yin Weizhi was slightly surprised, "Go ahead."

Wen Song's eyelids drooped slightly, "As the senior brother just said, we don't know the situation in the Demon Realm, so we must have many obstacles to attack rashly, but there is a method that can be used."

Yin Weizhi said: "What method?"

The sunlight outside the hall passed through the door frame and refracted on the worn and radiant stone slabs inside the hall, reflecting Wen Song's calmer eyebrows and eyes. He reviewed the monk's resistance to the devil's energy, and said after an analogy: "Spiritual energy and devil's energy repel each other , it is very easy to go crazy when introduced into the body, we can introduce a large amount of spiritual energy into the demon world, and then the demon cultivator will never shrink back."

When Shen Yu heard the words, bright colors flashed across his eyes, "What if the demon world also introduces demonic energy into the cultivation world?"

Thoughts floated in Wen Song's eyes, and he frowned, unable to think of a suitable solution for the time being.

Seeing this, Yin Su walked up to him, and added: "You can set up a formation. Before the demon world reacts, let's first set up a formation to isolate the demonic energy."

Yin Weizhi's eyes slowly swept across the faces of the other suzerains, "What do you think?"

Shen Yu smiled, "Although the plan is a bit shallow, it is still a good strategy."

The other three said the same thing.

Yin Weizhi twirled his fingertips, "Since that's the case, let's perfect this plan."

Wen Song didn't expect that his plan would be adopted. After he retreated, his chest was still not calmed down. He turned to look at Yin Su, and the fingers that had been clenched just now gradually loosened.

Yin Su noticed his gaze and asked him what was the matter with his eyes.

Wen Song whispered: "Susu, how did I behave just now?"

Yin Su smiled, "Very good."

When Wen Song heard the praise, his eyes lit up bit by bit. He grabbed Yin Su's finger and said softly, "Is there any reward?"

Yin Su asked, "What do you want?"

Wen Song stretched out a finger and compared it in front of his eyes, "One...that."

"Which is that?"

"Well," Wen Song's cheeks blushed, "it's the one from last night."

Yin Su suddenly understood. He looked at Wen Song's flushed face, and he was also a little uncomfortable, but compared to before, his ears were no longer red, "Okay."

Wen Song received an affirmative answer, and stared at him with jet-black pupils, full of anticipation and joy.

However, his expectation was destined to be delayed, because the plan to introduce spiritual energy was scheduled for that night.

In the middle of the night, the cold wind passed.

The moonlight was shrouded by light clouds, and it lost half of its light.

After beheading the Demon Cultivator guarding Fengdu Cliff, several suzerains except Yin Wei stood in the center of Fengdu Cliff, working together to draw the spiritual power within a thousand miles to Fengdu Cliff, and then Break through a gap in the enchantment and pour spiritual energy into the demon world.

Yin Weizhi stood in the sky above Fengdu Cliff, and only waited for the extradition of the spiritual energy to be completed before landing on the magic circle.

The rest of the disciples were guarding everywhere, each perfecting the formation.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the extradition of spiritual power was completed, and Yin Weizhi quickly wanted to drop the things that were pressing the array into the eye of the array.

However, at this short moment, an accident happened, a man's cyan headband hit the spirit object holding the formation, causing the spirit object to shift, and the formation could not be completed.

Yin Weizhi looked at Lu Zhi in the barrier, and slowly pulled out Sigui, the black sword light almost blending into the night.

Yin Suben was at the eye of the formation, he picked up the spirit object with the hilt of his sword, and fell into the eye of the formation.

Suddenly, the formation was completed.

Demon world.

The woman stood by the window, looking at the vast and deep night sky, with a dull expression.

"This battle could have been avoided."

Lu Yin said.

"Yes, but... I don't want to," the woman's eyes showed vicissitudes, she raised her head, her slender neck stretched out a straight arc, like a lonely phoenix, and she resolutely said, "I have waited for thousands of years." Years, do you know how long ten thousand years is?"

Before Lu Yin could answer, she said to herself, "It's too long!"

"How can I wait?"

Lu Yin stood quietly behind the woman, and said soothingly: "The Lord will do as he pleases."

The woman smiled slowly, her laughter was low and hoarse, and seemed to carry deep-seated hatred...

The night passed very slowly, and it seemed to be very fast, with the long night of fighting and bloody, and when the dawn came, it stopped.

After all, Xianmen won this battle, and tens of thousands of demon cultivators were buried under the abyss of Fengduya.

Lu Zhi looked at the bloody corpses all over the ground, still smiling slightly, his throat rolled, swallowing the blood that was about to surge, "Sneak attack in the middle of the night, even if you don't want to be righteous, you can do this kind of villain's behavior."

Yin Weizhi looked at him, the coldness in his eyes seemed to have quenched the ice that would not melt for thousands of years on the snowy land, "If you didn't worry about the safety of the cultivation world, do you think that one battle can make my immortal sect stop?"

When Lu Zhi heard Yin Weizhi's words, he slowly let out the breath accumulated in his chest, he stopped talking, turned and stepped into the demon world.

Yin Weizhi pursed his lips, and the lines of his side face were extremely cold, "Go back."

Both sides know that the other side has not done their best, and this battle is more to warn that Xianmen will not want to trap the Golden Scale Continent in endless killings, and the Demon Realm does not want to die with Xianmen at this time. endlessly.

After a day and night of fighting, Wen Song was extremely exhausted. With his hair loose, he leaned half on Yin Su's shoulder, "Su Su, my hosta has been knocked out, do you have any extra?"

"No more," Yin Su knew that he was tired, so he took the initiative to help him gather his messy hair behind his back, "How about giving you my green jade hairpin?"

"No, I gave it to you. Su Su has to wear it all the time." Wen Song thought for a while, and cast a cleansing technique on the red silk curtain, and then put the red silk on Yin Su's hand, "use This one!"

Yin Su looked at the red silk in his hand, smiled lightly and said "OK".

He half embraced him, stretched his hands behind his back, and slowly combed his hair, occasionally touching his hair with his fingertips, with slow and delicate movements...

Wen Song felt comfortable and hummed twice, "Can Su Su tie my hair back in the future?"

"Well," Yin Su tied his hair into a high ponytail, and the red silk was wrapped around his jet-black hair, which seemed to be burning with fire. When the breeze passed, the red silk fell on his face, covering his clear and beautiful face. The gorgeous complexion is even more compelling.

Wen Song just felt itchy, he raised his hand to push Hong Ling away, and hit his head on Yin Su's shoulder, "Su Su, can I sleep for a while?"

He looked at the person who was about to fall asleep, smiled, and put the person on his back, "Sleep!"

Wen Song lost consciousness as soon as he closed his eyes. He hugged Yin Su's neck with both hands, and snored a little joltingly.

Listening to the voice in his ear, Yin Su pulled a faint smile from the corner of his lips.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-03-2023:31:55~2020-03-2200:24:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 fine-pointed baby;

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