The ally leader's stand-in is gone

Yanxin was sealed in Wangchuan by the ghost craftsman Long Xi himself. Even though Lin Zhouyue is a disciple of Yuan Shun and has heard a lot of secrets from the era of Tianxuan, she would not be able to recognize Yanxin now if Fang Yan hadn't reminded her.

But Yan Xin disappeared for so long, how could she appear in Mo Ling City?

Fang Yan's expression was dull, and even the corners of his mouth that were usually raised a little bit fell, and his whole person's aura became more oppressive, and he said to the abbot who was kneeling on the ground: "You explain it yourself, or I will do it yourself. ask?"

The abbot was trembling all over, and he didn't dare to look at Fang Yan directly, so he said in a trembling voice: "I don't know anything, I'm just a temple visitor!"

Fang Yan nodded slightly, as if accepting the answer, but the coercion spread around.

Following a bone-piercing chill, all the flames were extinguished, and even the narrow crescent moon in the sky was blocked by dark clouds, and the entire Mo Ling City was instantly immersed in darkness that could not be seen.

Lin Zhouyue realized something, and reminded everyone: "Close your eyes."

Fang Yan wants to search for the soul!

He accidentally saw Fang Yan searching the soul of a middle-aged man. Knowing the power of it, he never wanted to face the abbot. Fang Yan lost his patience after only asking a question.

The darkness makes people lose their sense of time, and after an unknown amount of time, the torches light up together in an instant.

The abbot and monks of the Marriage Temple all fell to the ground with their eyes closed, especially the abbot, who was already out of breath.

The temperature of the corpse has not yet dissipated. Under the fierce pressure, the guards squatted or knelt on their calves. The Nie Lihou and his wife supported each other. , The corner of the mouth overflowed with bright red, and he didn't bend his spine.

Fang Yan said lightly: "Master Nie, I will send someone to help you deal with the next thing."

The abbot was already dead, and the rest lost consciousness. They probably didn't know anything. No matter how they looked at it, there was nothing to worry about. Even so, Fang Yan still had to send someone over.

The word "assist" sounds good. When the people from Xianmeng come, don't you want Nie Lihou to assist Xianmeng?

Even though he knew it well, Nie Lihou still thanked him repeatedly. Firstly, it was indeed Fang Yan who discovered and solved the evil god, and secondly, given him a thousand or eight hundred courage, he did not dare to violate Fang Yan's intention.

After Fang Yan finished speaking, he said to the nun who was wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth: "You will never fall in love with anyone again."

The tone was calm, not consoling, let alone mocking.

The female cultivator recovered from the shock, and chuckled lightly: "There are many interesting things in life, and the word love is optional."

A little appreciation appeared in Fang Yan's eyes: "If the girl is unable to practice meditation in your school, Xianmeng is willing to provide the girl with purity."

The female cultivator was overjoyed: "Thank you leader!"

If we lose our horses, we can't know what a blessing is.

The behavior of the male cultivator made her unbearably disturbed, but the male cultivator is also a disciple valued by the master, and she must be wronged everywhere. Now, not only can she be purified, but she can also go to the immortal alliance that everyone dreams of!

While Fang Yan was explaining the matter, Lin Zhouyue had been observing the green dragon trapped in the barrier.

The evil thing that only knows cannibalism also has the instinct of fear, curling up as hard as possible in the light ball.

Although he didn't know much about Yan Xin, he could tell that this little thing was just a puppet. Although it had a different shape, its aura was very similar to the evil spirits in the city.

What is the connection between the two?

The lingering prestige brought about by the soul search is still unclear. Although Fang Yan has given orders, he graciously pointed out the way for the female cultivators. Except for the female cultivators, the people present were still terrified. Dare to take a breath.

Lin Zhouyue couldn't help looking at Fang Yan again.

The brocade clothes engraved with fine and dark lines were inserted horizontally in this messy night, like a particularly abrupt touch of white, solemn and lonely.

Fang Yan's mood tonight is much worse than usual. At this moment, he lowered his eyes to stare at the green dragon in the enchantment, his pupils were like deep ancient wells, and the dusty old things were forced to open a small hole by the faint green light. It made him finally have the opportunity to glimpse the deepest dark sorrow.

But without waiting for him to explore, Fang Yan withdrew his gaze, and when he looked at him again, he returned to his usual gentleness.

"It's late, let's go back."

·

A certain courtyard of Xuanfeng Hall.

It won't be long before dawn, Lin Zhouyue did not rest, but sat in the room with Wen 17 and chatted about what happened tonight.

The green dragon in the statue of the goddess of heaven has no power to fight against Fang Yan. On the one hand, Fang Yan is too strong, and on the other hand, the green dragon is really too weak.

According to Nie Lihou, there have been hundreds of years of rumors that the goddess of the sky can help people get rid of it, and the energy that the green dragon has accumulated for a hundred years should not be at this level.

And the aura they met was very similar to that of the green dragon. If the two had the same origin, it would make sense.

They are all carriers of something huge behind them.

It is the branch and the worker ants, and the energy they get will be gathered together in some way to support the source.

But since there is already a statue of the Goddess of Heaven, it's fine to hide such dirty and dirty deeds, so why is there another eye-catching evil spirit?

It was the first time Wen Shiqi had heard of such a thing as Yanxin. He picked up the teapot and took the initiative to fill up Lin Zhouyue's empty cup: "Is Yanxin only capable of capturing human emotions?"

Lin Zhouyue asked without answering, "Do you remember Wangchuan Mountain?"

"You mean the big furnace?" Wen Shiqi said, "Remember, the two dragons of Yin and Yang fought for the position of ascension, and turned the beautiful Wangchuan Mountain into a sea of ​​fire. The people were killed and injured, but the sea of ​​fire has not been extinguished."

Lin Zhouyue: "Yes. The yin and yang dragons in Wangchuan Mountain were raised by the energy captured by Yan Xin."

Wen Shiqi recalled the scene he saw when he passed by Wangchuan that day, and said with disgust: "Is such a precious relationship raised a disaster that hits the mountain and hits the sea?"

Lin Zhouyue: "There is always desire in love, and the desire is even stronger if you can pray to gods and Buddhas. I don't know much about the matter of the two dragons looking at the river for misfortune. I only know that senior Long Xi, the ghost craftsman, went alone. It is enough to have him as a dragon in this world, and set up a trap city to end the disaster."

"That is to say, Dashenmen came here to secretly learn the art of suppressing the heart to gain strength, even if my sister sealed the evil spirit, and secretly unlocked the seal." Wen Shiqi nodded as if he had realized it, "I think Fang Yan That way, it seems that he knew it as early as when he was getting rid of evil spirits, so in order not to let the art of suppressing the heart spread, he simply killed the abbot."

Lin Zhouyue agreed in agreement.

Dashenmen discovered the heart-suppressing technique contained in the evil spirits in Moling City from nowhere, and came here specially to learn it secretly. With them making trouble, it is no wonder that no matter how many monks can completely solve the evil spirits.

But even if he is a disciple of Yuan Shu, the descendant of heaven, he only has a half-knowledge of the art of suppressing the heart. As the apprentice of the ghost craftsman Long Xi, Fang Yan is familiar with the art of suppressing the heart. How did the Dashenmen know...

The sky has emerged a light gray, dawn is coming.

Wen Shiqi looked at the end of the light gray and sighed: "No wonder you guys have been hiding from the world, there are enough troubles outside."

Lin Zhouyue smiled, but did not answer.

Wen Shiqi: "Let's talk about what happened to Dashenmen. Fang Yan will support the sky falling. I still care more about my sister."

Lin Zhouyue paused as she drank tea: "The matter of Qianfeng Yuanjun... there should be an answer soon."

·

Perhaps it was because the two biggest dark clouds covering Mo Ling City were lifted at the same time, and even the sky became brighter in the middle of the night.

Inside the vermilion wall, the ornamental waterwheel in the atrium gurgled rhythmically, and the water surface refused to remain calm and twisted with ripples.

"squeak--"

With the trembling of the door, a shattered figure appeared on the distorted water surface.

Shi Jiaojiao finally let out a sigh of relief after returning to her own residence, and even her shoulders relaxed.

It was such a rough night.

Forget about the troublesome male cultivator and the statue of the celestial maiden. The leader of the fairy alliance who came from afar is really scary. When he looked at her, his eyes seemed to see through her whole body. what.

Fortunately, the evil has been eliminated, Fang Yan and the others still want to find Wen Jiansheng, so they won't stay in Mo Ling City any longer.

Speaking of which, the brothers and sisters of the Wen family really look alike...

"Mother!" His train of thought was interrupted suddenly, Shi Jiaojiao raised his eyes to see that Nie Tianchun was running towards her with his clothes on.

She leaned down and hugged Nie Tianchun into her arms, with a smile on her face: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Nie Tianchun said sweetly, "I made supper for mother, and I'll wait for mother."

It was almost dawn, and a late-night snack turned into a late-night snack.

Shi Jiaojiao laughed, and touched her cheeks with Nie Tianchun: "Okay, do you want to catch up with Nie Tianchun, or eat with your mother?"

Nie Tianchun: "I want to eat with my mother and immortal~"

Shi Jiaojiao was taken aback: "What fairy?"

Fang Yan walked out from under the eaves, holding a small windmill for amusing children in his hand. When he let go of his fingertips, the windmill turned into fine red spiritual power and dispersed with the wind.

When the windmill disappeared, Nie Tianchun slowly closed his eyes and fell into Nie Tianchun's arms.

He put his hands behind his back and raised the corner of his lips: "Mrs. Nie, good morning."

Shi Jiaojiao hurried to feel Nie Tianchun's pulse, and asked anxiously, "What does the leader mean?"

Fang Yan: "I just think that Mrs. Nie shouldn't want others to know that I'm here tonight."

That is to simply erase the memory...

Shi Jiaojiao felt a little relieved, and became vigilant again: "I don't know the lord's visit, so why?"

Fang Yan: "Mrs. Nie knows it well."

Shi Jiaojiao was shocked, his eyes wandering around.

Fang Yan was not in a hurry, and stood there leisurely, admiring the moon shadows that gathered and scattered on the water.

Finally, Shi Jiaojiao compromised and hugged Nie Tianchun: "I hope the leader will wait for a while, and I will find a place for Tianchun to lie down first."

Fang Yan made a gesture to signal Shi Jiaojiao to be free.

His gaze didn't follow Shi Jiaojiao, and he didn't even let go of his spiritual sense. He still looked at Moon Shadow alone, as if he could remain motionless for hundreds of years.

It was impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Not long after, Shi Jiaojiao came out of the room.

Shi Jiaojiao: "The lord has been waiting for a long time."

Fang Yan said lightly: "Did Mrs. Nie say it herself, or did I do it?"