The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

After reading the article, Yan Song suddenly opened his eyes.

The system is like debugging a newly purchased machine, sometimes asking him to move his legs, sometimes raising his hands, Yan Song did all of them with a blank expression.

567: "I have already dealt with the thread that seals the throat for you. It will not be exposed when you are awake, but it will be exposed after you fall asleep. You should pay attention. And the effect of this body is not bad. Don’t do any violent movements in the previous week, just work hard, if there is any problem, you can press the little red mole on your wrist, and I will receive your call, understand?”

Yan Song remained silent.

567: "Don't get angry with me, I don't care what I say, the main system agrees to let you stay here, it's already turning a blind eye, otherwise if you don't go back to the real world, time will be forever If you can’t flow, the real world will also collapse, the real world and the world in the book, which is more important, you can feel it yourself, so I don’t need to say more.”

The main system seems to be urging 567 in a hurry. It said a lot like a cannonball. Before Yan Song could respond, it hurriedly sent some messages to Yan Song, and then told: "You should pay attention to adjust it. The time allocation between the two sides, here you just need to ensure that the male lead does not die, and it will not be a big problem."

Yan Song relaxed his body a little, and said: "Thank you, let's do your work."

567 told him that it has been ten years since Qing Yuanzong was besieged by the devil and Yan Song died.

In the past ten years, Moyu has been surprisingly peaceful. Except for the first two years when Moyu threatened to flatten Zhongsi and have a confrontation with Xianmen, not only did he not harass Zhongsi anymore, even there was no big movement inside Moyu. .

After the destruction of Xianmen, the realm of comprehension took advantage of the situation to form a demon suppression alliance, preparing to break through the demon defense line in one fell swoop.

But the people of the Righteous Way never expected that the Demon Race, which had been quiet for ten years, was actually accumulating strength, and the mighty Righteous Way army confronted the Demon Army head-on, with heavy casualties, and even Canglong Snow Mountain, the first line of defense, failed to break through.The leader hastily returned to the Central Division with the only remaining righteous people. In a short time, he might not be able to accumulate such a powerful force anymore.

In a trance, the vast white snow was soaked in blood, unable to melt or melt, piled corpses piled up into mountains, and even the majestic aura was boiled into dead energy. In a short time, the entire snow mountain was dyed into a Shura hell .

And Yan Song's identity at this moment is an unknown disciple who died tragically in the battle between immortals and demons.

Yan Song held back his retching, struggled to pull himself out of the pile of corpses, and stumbled to the outside. He found a clean place and washed off the blood and mud on his body with melted snow water. After spiritual power, I was completely shocked.

It was actually the realm of the middle stage of Yingyuan!

Now he seems to have installed the Nanfu energy-gathering ring, with unlimited energy.

But after sighing, Yan Song fell silent again. How strong is the Demon Realm ten years later? Even the disciples in the mid-Yingyuan period will not be able to gain benefits on the battlefield?

Where is Cheng Mou? Where is Cheng Mou?What kind of cultivation is he now? Didn't he abolish the magic vein?

Yan Song's heart was filled with fear and uneasiness. He returned to the center of the battlefield, picked out a sword that was barely usable, pinched Qing Jingjue, adjusted his clothes, and went down the mountain. He was going to the town at the foot of the mountain to ask for clarification. In today's situation, you should be fully prepared to sneak into the Demon Realm.

No matter what, he also wanted to take a look at Cheng Mou now, to make sure he was alive before talking about anything else.

At the foot of Canglong Snow Mountain, there is a small town in the mortal world called Wolong Town.

Yan Song wanted to find a teahouse to rest for a while, but just a few steps out of the crowd, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a huge force, and under the strong pull, Yan Song staggered and couldn't stand still. After stabilizing his body, he heard a very low "Senior Brother" in his ears, and he felt useless in his heart, so he turned his head to see who was so unqualified.

As soon as he turned his head and was about to get angry, he found that the person behind him was stunned for a moment, the light in his eyes went out, and he let go quickly and distantly: "I'm sorry, I admitted the wrong person."

Yan Song frowned, took a look at him, withdrew his hand, rubbed the other hand on the bruised place, and took a breath: "Okay, next time you recognize the wrong person, don't pinch so hard, I will I have a good temper, and I don’t care about you, if it’s someone else, it’s not necessarily true.”

The man pursed his lips and nodded as a signal, but when he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of the jade pendant on Yan Song's waist: "Your Excellency is a member of the Demon Suppression Alliance?"

Yan Song remembered the message that 567 sent to him, and nodded in agreement.

The man said: "My surname is Fang and my name is Qingwen. I don't know what you should call me?"

Yan Song rolled his eyes: "Jingwuci."

Fang Qingwen nodded: "Brother Wuci, to express my apologies, may I treat you to tea?"

Fang Qingwen was half a head taller than him, and there was a gentle and indifferent temperament between his eyebrows and eyes. His appearance was not outstanding, but the arrangement of his facial features was very comfortable. Yan Song just looked at him, and he had a good impression of him.

Moreover, Fang Qingwen was only at the peak of Ling Ling's cultivation, so even if this person had evil intentions, he couldn't beat him.

Yan Song put his heart into his stomach, and smiled softly: "Then I won't be polite."

He was looking for someone to ask about the situation at the moment, and Fang Qingwen was perfect.

The most indispensable thing in Wolong Town is a place to eat tea and rest. Fang Qingwen found a family with fewer people, ordered a pot of tea and the accompanying refreshments, and watched Yan Song silently.

Yan Song was feeling embarrassed, touched his nose and was about to pick up a piece of tea, but before the tea came out of the small dish, there was a commotion, people in the teahouse raised their heads and exclaimed, some even hid their heads on the table Down.

Yan Song looked up in a daze, and the tea in his hand fell to the table with a clatter, making it impossible to eat.

The whole small teahouse turned into a dilapidated building in an instant, and the roof made of old wood seemed to be subjected to a huge force, and it danced "clang, clang, clang".

Shards of wood and dust fell like a torrential rain, along with rubble and gravel, which made everyone feel ashamed.

Yan Song was only stunned for a moment, and then recovered his state, raised his head, his eyes were as sharp as blades, his hand was on the hilt of the sword, and he could draw the sword out of its sheath at any time.

He didn't know that Fang Qingwen, who was opposite him, had been staring at him with inquiry in his eyes.

The next second, the dazzling light from outside rushed in wildly, the corner of Yan Song's eyes was flashed by the strong light, and he saw a sharp silver hook with his peripheral vision.

No, not a silver hook, but a claw.

In an instant, a sharp and ear-piercing bird song pierced the sky, and the entire roof was lifted up!

Yan Song finally saw clearly this time, it was a giant bird, Yan Song couldn't tell what kind it was, it was not a fuel-efficient lamp anyway.

The giant bird chirped loudly, and the sound of magic filled one's ears. Those with cultivation level sacrificed their talismans one after another, while those without cultivation level shivered and hid under the table. Yan Song watched the changes quietly, but finally did not make a move.

That monster said that Potian was only at the fourth level of cultivation. There are so many people here, there is no reason why they can't win.

Yan Song's tense body gradually relaxed, and his eyes turned to Fang Qingwen.

Fang Qingwen seemed to be terribly frightened, his whole body froze, motionless.

Just as Yan Song wanted to tell him to relax, he suddenly saw a snake poking out from behind him.

The snake was completely black, and the scales reflected the cold light. Fang Qingwen didn't seem to notice it. He just followed the flow and looked at the giant bird in the sky in horror.

At that time, the black snake had already opened its mouth, and its two fangs gleamed coldly, only half an inch away from Fang Qingwen's neck.

Yan Song suddenly drew his sword out of its sheath, that sword was a life-and-death sword, discarding all the fancy things, just being simple, and trying its best to radiate its power to the maximum.

The sword moves were fast and ruthless, and a white rainbow slashed across. The black snake was cut in half immediately and fell to the ground, turning into a dead snake.

This is the sword move that Jiang Che used back then, he has already improved it, so there is no big problem.

Yan Song flicked the gaped sword, hating the stinky blood and dirty flesh on it, he didn't want any more, so he threw the sword out casually.

Fang Qingwen froze, his eyes were a little red, he stared at Yan Song for a long time, and said: "Thank you for saving your life."

Yan Song didn't take it seriously: "It's okay, Wolong Town is full of monsters, and those sects don't care about it..."

Fang Qingwen suddenly raised his eyes and stared at him, telling him to swallow the rest of his words, turned his head and glanced at the giant bird that had been knocked down by everyone, and said in a low voice: "It's not convenient to talk here, come with me."

Yan Song was puzzled, but he also listened to him.

When the two arrived at a secluded place, Fang Qingwen asked, "Brother Wuci, why would you ask such a question? As a member of the Demon Suppression Alliance, if this word gets out, I'm afraid you will be killed."

Yan Song was puzzled, and found a random reason: "I've been in seclusion for ten years, and I only gained advanced cultivation not long ago. After leaving the seclusion, I was inexplicably brought by a friend, saying that this alliance is a place where cultivators gather... But the specific The reason, I have no idea."

Fang Qingwen said with relief: "No wonder I felt that you were different from this troubled world when I first saw Brother Wuci. That's why."

Yan Song was a little embarrassed, feeling that he had been exaggerated.

Next, Fang Qingwen explained the current situation to Yan Song.

After Qing Yuanzong was destroyed ten years ago, hundreds of elite disciples headed by the head disciple of Qing Yuanzong Yan Song all died in martyrdom. , It is really unable to support another huge sect. Eight years ago, Qing Yuanzong was destroyed.

What's more, the wall fell down and everyone pushed, and Qing Yuanzong also raised such a monster as Cheng Mou, and the other four sects had already swarmed Qing Yuanzong to death.

After the fall of the Qing Yuanzong, the Demon Realm suddenly launched an attack, and the war lasted for several months, and the other four sects were abruptly wiped out.

Since then, the Central Division cultivators have unified management, no longer divided into sects, but distributed status jade cards, and belonged to the Demon Suppression Alliance.

Yan Song felt that this Cheng Mou was too crazy, so he asked: "The fairy gate is not behind, where did the devil go?"

A cold light flashed in Fang Qingwen's eyes: "He...? He is in retreat."

Yan Song looked up at him: "How did you know?"

Fang Qingwen said: "I have tried every means to sneak into the Demon Realm, so I must be well-informed."

"Then why do you want to do everything possible to get into the Demon Realm?"

"Of course it's because..." Fang Qingwen paused, his eyes became colder, "The devil thief Cheng Mou took my senior brother's life with his own hands, and I want to avenge my senior brother."

"Good boy," Yan Song turned to look at him, "Then do you know that you keep saying that you want to avenge your senior brother, get into the demon realm, kill demons with your hands, and you will lose your life?"

"I will not die until my brother's vengeance is avenged."

Yan Song was dumbfounded, and suddenly remembered that a long time ago, he also had a bastard junior, and he hadn't seen him for a long time, and he still missed him a little bit.

Yan Song chuckled twice: "You two senior brothers are also deeply in love, no wonder... At that time on the street, could it be that you mistook me for your senior brother?"

Fang Qingwen lowered his eyes: "Brother Wuci's back is very similar to my senior brother, who has been dead for ten years...I suffer from blood feuds with no way to avenge, impulsive, not clear-headed, and abrupt brother Wuci..."

In the end, Fang Qingwen was afraid that Yan Song would not believe him, so he added: "I didn't do it on purpose. If Brother Xi doesn't care, I will apologize again."

Yan Song waved his hand: "It's okay, it's just a trivial matter..."

Yan Song changed the topic: "If you want to enter the Demon Realm, can you take me with you?"

Fang Qingwen hesitated: "Brother Wuci, why do you want to enter the Demon Realm?"

Yan Song's eyes were empty: "Go to see an old friend."

Fang Qingwen stared at him for a long time, then lowered his voice: "It would be great if someone walked with me, but the Demon Realm is full of dangers, you have to think carefully about it, Brother Wuci."

Yan Song thought in his heart that those crises would not affect me, it would be a big deal if 567 read the article for me again after I died, but you should take care of yourself.

"I'm already at the Infant Yuan stage. Ordinary monsters can't do anything to me, don't worry. Besides, I'm not a few years older than you, just call me Wuci."

The gloom on Fang Qingwen's face dissipated a little, and he said: "This is the best way to go. Entering the Demon Realm is extremely difficult. It's good for the two of us to go forward together. After entering the Demon Realm, we will separate and go forward. No mercy for you!" Just go find your old friend."

Yan Song smiled: "OK."