One inch loyalty

Chapter 39

Unfolding the long scroll, the scars left by more than a hundred red flame fruits can still be faintly seen on the scroll.

With a light swipe of his finger, Fei Guang split the long slip into two, and carefully tied the fragmented slip containing the Yan Yan fruit back around his waist, holding only the blank half of the book, and said slowly: "I hold the flaming fruit in my hand. This book of jade slips is called "Jianshi", which can be used to find treasures and accept things. It is a supernatural power that I practiced in the past. If it was in its heyday, it would be able to kill all magic weapons, spirit treasures, ghosts, monsters, mountains and rivers that are below me. He Yue, take everything into the simplified Chinese."

"I am already at the peak of my cultivation today."

When Fei Guang said this, he pressed his palm on Jian's face, and the green light on the long Jian soared, and it actually glowed with a majestic power that shook the sky and the earth.

But in an instant, the entire Taoist palace, the six elders, and all the disciples were incorporated into half a volume of jade slips by Fei Guang, and became lifelike brush and ink on the face of the slips.

Fei Guang held the newly painted fragments in his hand, and said in a gentle voice, "I guard Wanxia Mountain like this, and I fulfill everyone's wish. No one will disturb you for the next 300 years. See you again in 300 years, okay?"

Seeing that the Great Dao Palace was gone, and there was no trace of the Wanxia Mountain Sect, the casual cultivators present were shaking like sifting chaff, and some casual cultivators hissed and shouted: "Mr. Luan must be possessed, run away!"

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After the incomplete slip was swallowed, it trembled in Fei Guang's hands, Fei Guang could only hold the jade slip tighter by two points, he stood facing the wind, his clothes fluttering, and he secretly said angrily: I have endured again and again, and I didn't hurt anyone's life , why do you still say that I am possessed?

But the more he was unyielding, the more demonic energy around him became hotter, and thunder and thunder exploded outside the clouds, annoyed him for misinterpreting the meaning of guarding the way of heaven.

Only relying on Feiguang's one-handed tactic, and his spiritual power to summon the rain and wind, he protected the spotless pure land under his feet in the sea of ​​black wind and evil.

Outside the thick black mist, the fleeing casual cultivators were still wailing: "Send the message quickly, Wanxia Mountain will be wiped out, Lord Luan will be enchanted—"

Immortal Fei Guang shivered from the cold, but when he heard the hurtful words, hatred suddenly grew on his brows, and he couldn't help asking himself: I have not changed my heart of righteousness, and I always treat others with kindness. Woolen cloth?

He just told people to waste 300 years of time. After waking up, the world will change, rookies will emerge in large numbers, and he will no longer be able to show off his might.A little punishment and a big warning, can this also be enchanted?

Thousands of thoughts flashed through Fei Guang's mind, and finally he couldn't help trembling his voice, and asked softly, "Why am I possessed by a demon? Why isn't Wanxia Mountain possessed by a demon?"

When his spiritual power rested for a while, there was nothing but smog and rain beside him, thousands of wisps of thick black fog that almost covered the skirt of his clothes.

This dark cloud is a thick cloud of karma, which can dispel the spirit of a hero and stain the jade bones of immortals.

For a moment, Fei Guang almost wanted to dodge or dodge, to try with his innocence.If the devilish energy passed by, it would be great; if the devilish energy sticks to the body, wouldn't it be the reverse of the world, confusion between black and white?Those who pursue profit will become immortals and Buddhas, and those who are good will also become demons.

Right in front of the abyss, Fei Guang thought again and remembered Yu Yan again.

He suddenly thought: What if Yu Yan doesn't like him, if he is covered in black air, his sleeves are tainted by the wind, and his green feathers are stained, how can he be better?

No matter how indifferent he is to reputation, he can like or hate as he pleases, and it doesn't matter what people like or dislike, but what if Yu Yan doesn't like it?

Startled, Fei Guang swept his Taoist sleeve with all his strength, and repelled the demonic energy for a few feet.

His teeth were clenched from the cold, and he asked anxiously in his heart: How can I get rid of the demonic energy, get rid of the suppression of heaven, and leave this place quickly?

Chasing the source of poverty is because Wanxia Mountain has been favored by heaven, the most important thing in love, and he has acted against the sky, so the devilish energy is rampant.

So what if he backs off a little bit?

If he gave Wanxia Mountain some leeway, would it be possible to change his life?

Fei Guang thought of this, and said after a long while: "The ancestor of Wanxia Mountain once said that after his death, I will deal with any mistakes made by his disciples."

As if the words were true, there was a pause in the surrounding devilish energy.

Feiguang was so cold that he shivered several times, hesitated again and again, and finally sighed: "If he doesn't come, I will ban him for 300 years; but if one day, my old friend re-enters reincarnation and cultivates again, he can truly understand The law of the world...whether it is decades or 100 years in advance, he can unseal this letter at his discretion and organize the sect by himself."

When the words fell, the spiritual power in his palm loomed, and this method of unsealing had been imprinted on the trembling fragment.Then with a flick of his sleeves, he threw this volume of bamboo slips, which contained a series of Taoist palaces, altars, and thousands of people who cultivated them, into the barren mountains and rocks.

When Fei Guang raised his head, the sky was filled with demonic energy, and the mist finally disappeared.

After clearing the clouds and seeing the sun, the white sun hangs high above his head for nine days, viewing all living beings at a glance... But it can't warm him.

Fei Guang resisted the biting chill and thought to himself: Yu Yan is still waiting for him, it's time for him to find Yu Yan.

His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he had disappeared from the human body again, turning into countless streaks of blue light and spreading out, the green light enveloping the entire Wanxia Mountain, starting from the top of the mountain, he searched down inch by inch.

After being freed from the shackles of heaven, he found Yu Yan in just a moment.

His family, Yu Yan, was leaning under a dead tree, with a huge hole of flesh and blood exposed on his chest, the road he passed, and the place he lay down, there were bloodstains dripping on the grass and mud.

He saw Yu Yan lowered his head, writing quickly with his iron sword, and kept carving words in the mud of the tree trunk.

He approached silently for a few minutes, and found that Yu Yan repeatedly wrote only the word "Fei Guang".

Fei Guang was about to shed tears again, he withdrew the green light from the mountains, condensed into his own body again, and walked forward in a daze.

As if feeling something, Yu Yan raised his head suddenly, his eyes lit up, and his facial features all came alive. He couldn't help saying, "Fei Guang, I guessed that you're coming soon!"

He wanted to lean on his sword and get up to meet Feiguang happily, and said repeatedly: "I heard people say that all the emotions and desires come from the heart. Just now there was a big hole in my heart, and I thought I would forget it." You, I am anxious to write it down... Only after seeing you, do I know that I will remember it firmly, and it doesn't matter at all!"

When Yu Yan said this, he tried his best not to laugh, but there were smiles on the corners of his brows and eyes.

Because of those crooked smiling eyes, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth again.

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Yu Yan paused, and looked down at the wound, but the joy in his eyes could not be erased or resolved for a while.

He kept wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth and said innocuous words.

He said: "My practice of gouging out the heart and immortality... is very useful, so it doesn't matter."

He also said: "Thirty years of love and hatred are still remembered, the three souls and seven souls are still there, and one of the five internal organs is damaged. Yu Yan is still the same Yu Yan."

He also said: "Fei Guang, why are you crying! I cover it with a clean veil, and I don't even look at it on weekdays. It will always stop the bleeding after three to five years, and it will always heal after ten or eight years!"

Only after he happily comforted a few words, he wiped the palms and backs of his hands bright red.

Fei Guang looked at him with red and tearful eyes, and said softly, "Yu Yan."

Seeing these tearful eyes, Yu Xianchang felt a sweetness in his throat, turned his back hastily, waved his hands again and again, and coughed continuously, not daring to look at Fei Guang again.

After coughing a cup of tea, Yu Yan finally recovered his breath, turned his back to the person, and said in a hoarse voice: "I can't laugh now, Fei Guang can't make me laugh."

Hearing this, Fei Guang's shoulders trembled slightly, and he forcefully opened his tearful eyes, everything in his eyes was full of shadows.

He could only see the shadowy figure of Yu Yan, holding an old sword in his hand, showing off his back.

But Yu Yan's voice was extremely gentle.

Because the voice was too gentle, it sounded like a whisper of laughter.

Yu Yan felt happy when he saw Fei Guang on the other side, and now he only dared to gossip in front of Liu Yunbikong, "Fei Guang must remember in the future, don't tell me to see it."

You can't let yourself see it at a glance, and treat yourself with deep-rooted affection; you can't pretend to be too harsh, and your face will turn red with anger at a joke.

Otherwise, otherwise... How could he not hold back the laughter?

Xianjun Feiguang guessed Yu Yan's situation at this time, he blinked himself, waited for the tears to fall, and his vision was clear, then stepped forward, gently pulled Yu Yan's sleeve corner from behind, and asked carefully: "I Stop the bleeding for you first, okay?"

Yu Xianchang agreed naturally.

Immortal Feiguang took another half step forward and held Yu Yan's right hand. Without seeing how he moved, the formation under his feet suddenly formed.

This array takes Lord Luan as the eye of the formation, and it is spread out to be as wide as a hundred renminbi and as high as a thousand renminbi, connecting Yunhan at the top and Huangquan at the bottom.With the sound of howling, thousands of green lights and fireflies in the formation spread across the nameless mountains and rivers.At a glance, several surrounding cities and hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers were all included in the formation.

Now that the formation is complete, every plant and tree in the formation is connected with Feiguang's spiritual consciousness, knowing his joys and sorrows.

Also at this time, Feiguang poured most of the water spiritual power into this magnificent formation.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that Lord Luan has negotiated clearly with the Sifang lands that he wants to use his spiritual power to exchange what he needs with mountains, rivers, lakes and streams.

The billowing spiritual energy entered the battle, and the land in all directions was devoured by a whale, creating a great momentum.

The abundant spiritual power offered by Feiguang permeates the rivers and mountains, carving the vast mountains and plains into rare caves and blessed places in the world, and the rivers and mountains in the formation also give away a few traces of vitality of the avenue of living dead human flesh and bones.

After taking what they needed, Fei Guang dared to ask: "How is it now? Is it still hurting?"

Yu Xianchang was in the formation and accepted the great opportunity calmly, but he didn't dare to look at Fei Guang's face for a while.

He hastily recited the entire Qingxin Jue silently, reckoning that his mind would be as still as water for a moment, and then he plucked up the courage to hold Feiguang's hand, shake it lightly, and then let it go, and replied earnestly: " It’s really much better, and it seems that the bleeding is almost stopped.”

Immortal Feiguang smiled when he heard it.His appearance was already impeccably handsome, as if he had taken a skin sculpted by white frost and snow, and plucked the eyebrows and eyes painted by the spring colors of the world, but now he is smiling, which can be said to be overwhelming.

The only regret is that Feiguang Xianjun wasted