The ally leader's stand-in is gone

Fang Yan took a step forward and got closer to He Zhouyue: "After the contract is formed, you can connect to the sea of ​​consciousness and soul, so why not visit He Zhouyue in person when the time comes."

He Zhouyue never thought that Fang Yan could still persist in wanting to marry him at this point, plotting against him for He Xiting on the front foot, and falling in love with him on the back foot. He thought that 50 years was enough to know a person, but found that he was actually Never understood Fang Yan.

It was before, and it is now.

He thought of something in his mind, and said calmly: "He Xiting has become obsessed and determined to seek death. If you go later, I am afraid that what you planned will never be undone."

Fang Yan smiled, as if he didn't care much about the matter: "Forget it, Zhouyue is curious, so I'll tell you something in advance."

"Thousands of years ago, the world of comprehension was about to collapse, and the luck of the Heavenly Dao gave birth to the Chosen One to end the disaster. However, because of the exhaustion of luck, the monks could no longer ascend until Long Xi, the Chosen ghost craftsman, built a ladder to climb to heaven. This is what leaves us with a glimmer of hope for ascension."

"However, the Stairway to Heaven is not a finished product. It must be activated by the spiritual roots that have been burned in the heart of the Valley of the Sky. In the whole world, except for me, only He Xiting has entered the heart of the Valley of the Sky by mistake. But only I can activate the spell of the Stairway to Heaven. cast."

He Zhouyue's expression changed slightly.

Long Xi, who built the organ city and sealed Wangchuan, the black and white dragons, is a ghost craftsman who has never been able to match him throughout the ages.

He asked: "Senior Long Xi, who are you?"

There was something ups and downs in Fang Yan's eyes, but his tone was calm: "It's my master."

He Zhouyue thought, no wonder.

It's no wonder that Fang Yan, an unknown person, has been prosperous in the cultivation world as soon as he came out of the mountain, and he took out the magic weapon to help the monks ascend to the sky.

Speaking of which, his master Lin Shen and ghost craftsman Long Xi are both chosen by heaven, and they have a close personal relationship, but he and Fang Yan's two apprentices would never imagine that the troubles between him and Fang Yan have reached such an absurd situation.

As the leader of the Immortal League, Fang Yan has the whole world in his heart, and there is nothing wrong with wanting to preserve He Xiting's spiritual root to activate the ladder to ascend to heaven, but Fang Yan shouldn't push him to make sacrifices without knowing it.

As if understanding his silence, Fang Yan said, "If I had told the truth, would you agree?"

He Zhouyue said without hesitation, "No."

To put it bluntly, Yuan Ji swept the snow in front of his own door, no matter what happened to others, he had already said something about whether he could ascend to Master or not, as long as he practiced, he didn't have to think so much.

During the Great War between Immortals and Demons, the ancestor encountered injustice in the realm of cultivation, and the Lin clan of Yuanzhuan was deeply concerned about this. He had never had a good impression of the realm of cultivation. Perhaps when he was a child, he still had a somewhat sincere heart, thinking that the realm of cultivation could be saved. I hope there will be a future. Later, I learned more about the old things, and after the end of the immortal and demon war, the cultivation world fell into internal friction. He himself experienced it in the world, so he became disgusted.

It's a joke to let him be tortured for a person he hates because of the cultivation world.

Fang Yan was helpless: "I knew it was the answer."

He Zhouyue: "Since you know I don't want to, but you still have to force it, and then move the common people out of the world afterward, the leader Fang is really tricky."

"If I do it again, I will definitely make another choice, but it's useless to talk about it now." Fang Yan moved closer to He Zhouyue, and his throat was instantly touched by the sharp point of the sword, "At least give I have a chance to make amends."

He Zhouyue: "Make up? I can't accept you for righteousness, but I can barely understand it. But Fang Yan, ask yourself, is it really just for righteousness?!"

On the picture scroll hidden in the dark compartment of the study, He Xiting in his youth is bold, hearty and stunning, with tender and affectionate brushstrokes, one can tell how much effort has been put into it at a glance.

In addition to Fang Yan's various preferences for He Xiting over the past century, what else does he not understand? !

Thinking about it now, there seems to be deliberate traces behind the fact that he and Fang Yan fell into the ancient secret realm together. He Xiting went down the mountain to practice, and Fang Yan found him.

In the past 50 years, to Fang Yan, he was nothing more than an object to comfort his lovesickness.

He didn't know why Fang Yan insisted on marrying him now, no matter what the reason was, he didn't want to continue acting with him.

He Zhouyue's eyes were icy cold, and the hand holding Chui Xiao never wavered: "Fang Yan, you should know that there is no possibility between you and me."

The cloud in Fang Yan's eyes completely sank, his Adam's apple rolled and touched the edge of the sword, a drop of blood slipped into his clothes along the smooth line of his neck, but he didn't even look at it, he just looked at He Zhouyue: "Zhouyue said However, we have a destined marriage, besides me, who else would Dayue want to be with?"

Speaking of this, Fang Yan's face was faintly dangerous: "Your brother who just succeeded?"

Obviously Fang Yan's heart is for He Xiting, but he wants to mention his senior brother. He Zhouyue's anger grows stronger, swords move from the sky, thunder rumbles from the void through the barrier of the Shuquan Realm, and thousands of branches of the Ten Thousand Spirits Tree fly in all directions move.

He said in a deep voice: "I don't care about my business, but He Xiting is waiting in the Qingluan Palace to show mercy. Leader Fang, please wash your eyes, and don't admit to the wrong person again in the future, and make your real sweetheart feel sad. "

I don't know if He Zhouyue acquiesced in the relationship with his senior brother, or if he misunderstood himself and He Xiting, Fang Yan stood between the thunder and light, his handsome face was full of paranoia, and he seemed to be madly grabbing the tip of the sword and placed it on the ground. In his heart, his voice was gloomy: "I only recognize Riyue, if you don't believe him, you can cut it out and have a look."

"Even if you don't believe me, doesn't Riyue still believe in the senior who arranged a marriage for you?"

"The flower of all spirits has only the last petal left, and the mirror of all spirits is about to appear. Didn't Riyue always want to know where our red thread is?"

The Wan Ling Hua moved He Zhouyue's mind.

Fang Yan always seems to be like this, he is very good at using his advantages in any aspect, cultivation, appearance, eloquence, his words are soft, but they contain unquestionable domineering and strong, a few words and affectionate words are enough to seduce people with all their sincerity and blood Here you go, I will never regret it.

He looked sideways at the tree of all souls.

The branches swayed wildly due to his spiritual power, the magnificent yet fragile All Souls flower was hidden in the middle, the last purple petal stretched nearly halfway, and the buds might bloom at any time.

Senior brother didn't want him to go down the mountain at the beginning. It was the senior who said that he and Fang Yan had a destined marriage, and the bond was planted early, and he regarded this hexagram as a standard, and looked forward to the future with Fang Yan countless times.

He waited for 50 years, and the Wanlinghua is finally about to bloom, and the Wanlingjing that illuminates the bond and red line between him and Fang Yan is about to appear.

A doomed marriage.

doomed...

Memories of the past 50 years flowed through his mind like a river, and finally froze between the arms that were trying to close to him in front of him.

Cultivating the Tao is something against the heavens, so why should he obey orders? !

Chui Xiao turned his sword and stabbed straight at Wan Ling Hua.

Fang Yan saw He Zhouyue's intentions, and quickly dodged in front of the Wan Linghua, his eyes that were always calm and self-possessed, and Taishan collapsed and unmoved, rarely showed a little panic: "Ziyue!"

He Zhouyue said indifferently: "Get out of the way."

Fang Yan shook his head: "Ziyue, are you really not curious?"

He Zhouyue didn't answer.

Chui Xiao moved forward half an inch, submerged into Fang Yan's shoulder, and soon a beautiful blood flower bloomed on it.

Fang Yan didn't hide, and He Zhouyue didn't stop either, spiritual power poured into the Chuixiao Sword, passed through Fang Yan's shoulder fiercely, and pierced the Wanling Flower mixed with flesh and blood.

The entire Shuquan realm is crumbling, and many fragments have collapsed from the top of the realm, exposing the endless night.

There are many clouds tonight, and the moon, hanging high in the sky outside the mortal world, completely hides behind the clouds with the loudest crisp sound, and the moonlight also disappears, and refuses to come to the mortal world again.

The flower center of the Wanling tree was damaged, and the silver and red colors flashed from the root system to the leaves like a silent roar.

Half of Fang Yan's face was immersed in this strange light, showing a bit of shocking coquettishness, blood kept gushing from his shoulders, but his gaze was always on He Zhouyue.

He Zhouyue shook off the blood on the Chuixiao sword, and his tone was routine and alienated: "Because Senior Long Xi and my master are old friends, I will give you a chance. Fang Yan, in the future when He Xiting's spiritual root is cultivated, I will come Seek justice for the 64 thunderstorms."

Fang Yan rushed to shake his hand, but only got nothing.

The fake body dissipates, and the soul returns to the body.

The fiery red wedding gown was replaced by the water-blue school uniform representing the identity of Yuan Shun's disciple, and He Zhouyue left the gradually shattering Shuquan Realm in a blink of an eye and left through the air.

The traitor from the devil world colluded with Dashenmen, and he refused to reveal his identity before because he was afraid of scaring the snake. Now that the devil has found out what happened to Ye Mo, he should kill the traitor as Yuan Shun's disciple.

A group of people in front of the Great Hall of the Yuan and Qing Dynasties were pointing around Ye Mei, who kept kowtowing, and the previous high-level monsters. He Zhouyue's figure suddenly appeared in the midair not far from the two monsters, standing facing the wind, wearing robes.The monks noticed him almost immediately, and shouted out in astonishment.

"Is it Immortal Lord Qingji?!"

"Isn't Immortal Qingji...? Why are you here?!"

"Bless the heavens, Immortal Qingji has really come back to life!"

After He Zhouyue and Senior Brother Yixiao informed through voice transmission, they drew Chuixiao's sword out of its sheath.

The silver-white lightning illuminated the moonless night sky brightly, the wind and rain came in response to the situation, the bronze chimes collided with each other, the muffled sound mixed with the loud thunder, and the entire fairy alliance trembled.

The onlookers retreated quickly under Yi Xiao's reminder, and in an instant there were only two kneeling monsters left in the square.

In this scene, even a fool would know that he must do something.

Ye Mo faced the mottled forehead that had been knocked out, and yelled at He Zhouyue sternly: "This general is under the Demon Lord, and life and death should be judged by the Demon Lord, Immortal Qingji, are you trying to provoke a dispute between the two worlds?" ?!"

He Zhouyue's majestic demeanor resounded in the sky above the Immortal League: "Lin Zhouyue, the 124th generation disciple of Yuan Shu, is ordered by the head of the sect to kill anyone who betrays the Demon Venerable without mercy."

Chui Xiao and Lei Guang slashed at the two kneeling monsters at the same time, their heads flew away from their torso in an instant, and rolled down on an ordinary bluestone brick, their eyes remained open until they died.

The thunder faded away, and the wind and rain did not stop.

The author has something to say: Fang Yan is on his way here.

In the next chapter, there will be a brother Shura field, or go to the dog white bear.

Also, I would like to mention that Zhouyue's elder brother Shizun Shibo is the head of the sect for more than 60 generations, but he is a disciple of more than 100 generations: the main reason is that the sect master tends to wait for a long time because he has lived for a long time in the cultivation world.

In addition, this book should not be too long, nor will it detail many people and events in the previous life. The main thing is the emotional entanglement between Zhou Yue and Fang Yan.

感谢在2021-07-30?14:49:17~2021-07-31?20:52:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Lu Chen? 5; Voon? 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: orange red willow green? 98 bottles; light rain, 20088566? 1 bottle;

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