The nemesis has been demoted!

Fang Yan continued his consistent strategy towards Lu Qingheng - to avoid seeing, you advance and you retreat.

No matter how long Lu Qingheng waited outside the door, the guarding disciples only said "the head is in retreat", then dismissed Lu Qingheng and ignored him.

To this day, no matter who the Tianyan sect sent, the disciples are quite stubborn, and they will see if they don't see it, because they know that Fang Yan set up a self-created seven unique array in the Daoji sect before retreating.

The Qijue formation has the "seven-character killing formula" - "Suppress, trap, restrain, ban, kill, destroy, and exterminate". Power——As long as Fang Yan sets up an array, no one can step into the mountain gate.

For members of the Daoji sect, the Qijue Formation is a protective shield, and it is their confidence to practice in the world without having to look at those traditional big schools.For Lu Qingheng, the Qijue Formation is a chasm carved by Fang Yan himself.

Countless times, he stood in front of the majestic mountain gate of Dao Jizong, looked at the stone palace hidden in the clouds, and listened to the inner demon laughing at him for "overreaching", "stupid", and "wasting effort" - just like going to Qijue after ascension. It's like waiting in vain outside the Immortal Mansion.

"He doesn't want to see you, don't bother."

"You'll never see him." The demon sneered, "Oh no, unless you die, refuse to cross the bridge of Naihe, stay in the underworld for 80 years, maybe you can see him for the last time."

The demon felt that he had a chance to win, and even his tone of sarcasm became lax, as if he was watching an unreasonable child trying to repair the sand house broken up by the waves, his tone was almost pity.

Then, he heard Lu Qingheng answer him for the first time.

"I want to ascend," he said.

Demon: "... what?"

At first glance, this sentence sounded endless, like a nail, firmly nailing Lu Qingheng's scattered souls together.

I'm going to ascend, he thought.Not for the sect, not for the Dao, just to... meet you.

Since then, Lu Qingheng has never been to Dao Jizong again.

Like Fang Yan, he lived a secluded life in seclusion.Shenlong sees the beginning but does not see the end, and is almost stationed in the spiritual cave on the back mountain of Tianyan, and the outside world has turned upside down and has never taken a step.

The head of the sect and the elders were very pleased with Lu Qingheng's changes, because they felt that although Lu Qingheng was extremely talented and had the potential to ascend, he had never tried his best to achieve this goal as he did at this moment.

He has always been diligent and able to meet all the requirements of the head master, and he seems to be a perfect model of disciples.

But he actually has no desire for practice, it seems that Xiaju's ascension is a dispensable and unimportant thing.

As Lu Qingheng grew older, even the head of the sect couldn't see through what this kid really wanted.

Lu Qingheng and Tianyan are the hope of continuation.Therefore, when they realized that his attitude was not good, the head and the elders all turned gray with worry, and spared no effort to suppress evil heretics like Fang Yan, lest they arouse Lu Qingheng's thoughts other than ascension.

No one knew that it was actually the silent resistance of the teenager.

He has been wearing this shackle for too long, almost acquiescing that he will sink and degenerate in a long time, and become a mediocre person.

Only in this way can he retaliate against his master to the greatest extent and atone for all those who have suffered because of him.

But now, Fang Yan has changed the fate of the Heavenly Dao by himself. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that although he thinks highly of himself and is so arrogant that he cultivates and kills the Dao, the Heavenly Dao recognizes his actions and even brought down a small catastrophe a few days ago , using three thunderbolts to prove that he was one step closer to ascending.

This is also the reason why Tian Yanzong had to compromise.

They almost watched a weed that they detested, strangled, and despised grow into a big tree with amazing vitality after leaving this land, almost reaching a height beyond their reach.

Frightened, jealous, and fearful.

Fortunately, they still have Lu Qingheng.

Lu Qingheng lived up to everyone's expectations, and a year later, he directed seven thunderbolts down the mountain behind Tianyanzong.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and thunder came from the nine heavens.The thick beam of light is like a giant dragon flicking its tail and whipping the world, the wind is strong, the ancient trees are toppled, sand and stones are blown, and the rain is pouring down.

Lu Qingheng sat cross-legged in the rain, using his spiritual power to prop up a small barrier, emitting a faint gleam.

The light was very dim in the pitch-black rain curtain, as if it would be blown away by the violent storm at any time, and the Lingyuan Sword hung high on the top, exuding a magnificent and dazzling sword glow!

"Lu Qingheng, are you crazy?" The torrential rain couldn't hide the devilish roar, "You deliberately attracted the sky thunder to kill me?!"

"Impossible! Wishful thinking!" The heart demon roared, "You will lose your cultivation before me and become a useless person!!!"

Lu Qingheng was unmoved. Under such a thrilling situation, he actually smiled slightly, as if he was not afraid of thunder and lightning, and as if he was finally able to get rid of a long-standing nightmare. In the middle, I saw a ray of distant sky light.

"Then try it," he said.

The first thunder struck, and the clouds exploded.

Snow-white lightning with mighty heavenly power slashed down from the sky, landed on the Lingyuan sword tip, and submerged into the mortal flesh and body from the Baihui point. In an instant, the white light annihilated everything, and blood oozes from the corners of Lu Qingheng's lips. The demon uttered a heart-piercing wail!

"Lu Qingheng! Lu Qingheng——!!!"

Its hoarse roar was quickly covered by the second and third thunder.

Lu Qingheng spat out a mouthful of blood, and the Lingyuan Sword fell from the top of his head and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Do you think...why did I risk my life to ascend...to satisfy the teacher's wish?"

Lu Qingheng's voice was hoarse like rust, regardless of whether the demon could hear it or not, it was the first and last time that he took the initiative to talk to it.

"The lifespan of a mortal is too short, so short that he can't forgive me... I can't forgive myself either."

The fifth thunder directly shattered the barrier, and the sixth thunder already hurt the internal organs.

Lu Qingheng only felt that every inch of meridians and flesh and blood were being roasted, and the disordered spiritual power was rampaging in the body, and the spiritual veins made a crackling sound under the heavy pressure.

"Only...only by leaving the way of heaven," Lu Qingheng said with difficulty, "I have enough time...to chase him back."

The seventh thunder, engulfed in the fury of thunder, struck the exhausted young man in the rain with the force of splitting mountains and cracking rocks!

Lu Qingheng opened his empty door wide and did not avoid dodging. He even held his sword with both hands and stood up unsteadily.

Blood gushed out from his seven orifices, and soon mixed with rainwater, staining the white clothes.

He is too embarrassed.

It can be said that since birth, he has never been so embarrassed.

How can you get rid of the demons without using your body as bait?

"boom--"

The world-shattering white light surrounded the young man, Lu Qingheng was blown up all over, and for a moment he almost thought his soul was gone.

However, what is more uncomfortable than him is the heart demon.

This last sky thunder, under numerous spells and forbidden techniques, smashed the demonic energy that was attached to the body and almost melted into Lu Qingheng's blood, to the three souls and seven souls!

With a pricking sound, the cloud of black air sprang out from the center of Lu Qingheng's eyebrows, as if he couldn't even transform into a human form, he could only run to the forest in vain as if he was fleeing for his life!

And Lu Qingheng's sword light is even faster——

Even the severe pain could not stop the sword.This was calculated by Lu Qingheng in advance, the only possible way to strip away the inner demon and completely destroy it.

In just a short moment, success or failure depends on one action——

The sword light chased to the back of the heart like lightning, the heart demon knew that he was at the end of his strength, but he couldn't fight hard, and he didn't know where the strength came from at the last moment, so he just gathered the last strength and turned into a face that Lu Qingheng could only see when he dreamed back at midnight .

With a sound of "bang dang", the Lingyuan sword deviated by one finger at the last moment, failing to hit the center of the demon's heart, and barely scratched the oily skin of "Fang Yan".

"Hahahaha, sure enough, you are only soft-hearted towards this face!"

The heart demon knew that Lu Qingheng's situation was over, and he no longer had the spiritual power to deal with him, so he quickly sank into the mountains and escaped without a trace.

Lu Qingheng was left panting violently on the spot, unable to hold on any longer and fell to the ground.

——The memory stops abruptly at this moment.

When everything came to light, Fang Yan sat slumped on the ground.

Why is the demon in his face?Why does the heart demon dare to call himself "immortal"?

Why did all kinds of rumors and rumors spread in the heavens after Lu Qingheng soared back then, saying that his name was not worthy of his name, that he did not slay the inner demons and attained the Tao, but the Dao of Heaven indulged him and opened the back door for him?

"A sword cultivator takes one step at a time to focus on the inner demons, and only by stripping away the inner demons can one attain the Dao and soar."

"How is stripping enough? Dare to ask how to completely kill the demon?"

"Only by taking advantage of the moment when the inner demon is stripped away, sealing its five senses and six senses, exhausting its mental strength, and beheading it with a sword, can it be completely freed—otherwise, the inner demon will reshape its immortal body and leave its body , become a great demon."

……

In the endless barren land, Fang Yan stood up with his knife in his hand, his heart was full of sadness for a moment, and he didn't know where to go.

It was as if a bitter fire was burning in my heart, and the blood was ignited, swimming along the limbs and bones, so my whole body felt bitter and painful, so sore that it was unbearable.

How did Lu Qingheng come here for so many years?

Lu Qingheng has always wanted to see him...

If he had been willing to meet him at that time, wouldn't he have missed and let the demons escape?

……

However, time is irreversible, and everything in the past is a definite number.

Fang Yan suddenly lost all courage to face Lu Qingheng.

He seems to be in a predicament with no one, with the thorny past under his feet, and the old man who can't face him in front of him.

Only by escaping can we get a breath.

Fang Yan picked up the candle dragon, stumbled to his feet, and drove a cloud to leave the underworld and head straight for the heaven.

He didn't go back to the deserted and quiet Qijue Palace, but wandered in the fairyland in a daze.

Finally, he stopped in front of a familiar fairy mansion.

"Sikong Yu, Ah Yu! Open the door—give me wine!"

Maybe when you walk to the poor, you can't even face yourself, you can only be paralyzed and sink, and get drunk to relieve your worries...

Sikong Yu quickly opened the door for Fang Yan, and together with Chaoci, carried the walking corpse into the mansion.

"What's going on with you?" Sikong Yu and Chao Ci looked at each other, "Did you...know something?"

"Don't ask, give me wine."

"But your drinking capacity..."

"……give me!"

Sikong Yuben was still hesitating, but seeing Fang Yan's eyes were red, as if he was about to cry, his heart tightened, and he quickly brought him fruit wine for entertainment.

Fang Yan hugged the altar and drank.

——Do you know something?

I know... Lu Qingheng likes me.

I also seem to... fell in love with Lu Qingheng.

But never dared to see him again.