There was half a minute of silence, and the room was quiet.

Fang Yang seemed to be able to hear the sound of his heartbeat.

The figure of the old immortal master in front of him was a little illusory, like a translucent light and shadow, but he could really feel his existence.

It's an indescribable feeling.

Reflecting what the old immortal master said, his mind crashed slightly.

Life-saving?

Good luck!

Fang Yang was conscious, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

But he didn't rush to answer, because he knew the truth of the coexistence of benefits and risks, and first analyzed the current situation in his mind.

The situation of the Taoist Academy is generally understood, the Shadow Gate, the Jingting Division and the Moon Return Mountain, the three forces are eyeing each other, in this situation, the old immortal master's intention is definitely related to it.

Obviously, if you take over the benefits of the old immortal master, you have to bear the corresponding risks.

It was the three super forces with ominous intentions, if it was just to seek revenge, it would never be so deeply ambushed, and the killing between monks was nothing more than a struggle for power and profit, Taoism, magic weapons, and spiritual grass......

Could the old immortal master be trying to bring trouble to the east and make him the target of the public, so that he can get out of it for himself?

This was Fang Yang's first thought.

After all, people are selfish, how can there be so many ready-made benefits and opportunities in the world, and it is no coincidence that they let themselves meet!

"Why?" Fang Yang's eyes were vigilant.

"You have to do it. The old immortal's voice was soft.

The black tower floating in the palm of the hand rotates in the shadows, a full twelve floors, each with its own trajectory.

Fang Yang's gaze fell on him, and his face suddenly froze for half a second.

On the spire of the Black Tower, there is a golden luan bird carved, and it also grows its beak to the sky in the way of a long cry from the neck, and the model is somewhat similar to Jiyintai.

"The prohibition on your body is imposed by me, the spell under the Appetite is invalid, and the bridge between heaven and earth arranged by the consumable Shenyuan can call itself Zhou Tian, this is my will. The old immortal master's voice was low and ethereal, as if it came from the clouds.

Fang Yang's face showed a solemn expression.

He realized the old immortal master's intention in saying these words.

It's a threat!

Obviously, he should not accept the "benefits" he said now, then the ban will be triggered, and he will die.

"You said a request!" The more he was in danger, the more Fang Yang calmed down.

"You...... Help me. The old immortal master's illusory body straightened, and his tone seemed a little earnest.

It was a tone he had never had before, and it seemed that he had really pinned all his hopes on this evil spirit that he knew nothing about.

It was a burden beyond his own life, a shackle that he could not untie after a lifetime, but now, there is no second choice except the person in front of him.

"You help me, save Yan'er, you send him to Yaoguo, you can't let her die......" The old immortal master who spoke lonely, at this time, the muddy old eyes were dignified that they had never seen before, and they faintly saw a layer of mist and crimson blood.

Fang Yang trembled, the other party's voice seemed to contain magical power, affected by emotions, his mood was uncontrollably low.

Yan'er?

Yan September.

The old immortal master's appearance made him feel a bit like he was explaining his last words, which was very absurd.

Why was such a request, Fang Yang only felt extremely incomprehensible.

"Why me, if you send her away, or if she acts alone, the chances of escape will be much greater, why do you want to stay in the Dao Academy?"

Full of doubts.

This is also a question that has puzzled him for a long time.

Whether it is Yan Jiujiu or the old immortal master, he clearly knows the treacherous things of the Taoist Academy, and knows that the three major forces are eyeing him, why don't they take this opportunity to leave, and they have to stay on this ten thousand deep mountains!

"I can't go, but I can't live without her, and you're different. The old immortal master was in a trance, and there was something in his words, "You and I..... It's very similar, your root bones, the sea of qi, and the divine element are the best things in this world except for me, I thought that the qi was exhausted, and there was no hope for the world outside the fairy realm in this life, but on the contrary, your appearance was ......."

As he spoke, his eyes sparkled, and a flash of hope and fanaticism flashed on his ravine-ridden old face.

It was as if the devout believers had seen the traces of the gods they worshipped.

"You're young, you've got potential, you're as special as I am, you're the best Kenzo, the best Kenzo ......"

"Only you can get out, only you can save her......"

The old immortal master seemed to be stunned, and his figure was gradually illusory at this time.

Seeing this, Fang Yang stood up, as if a boulder had been pressed in his heart.

The black tower trembled and made a low sound, like a noise that hit the soul.

"Wait......"

Seeing that the old immortal master seemed to be about to disappear, Fang Yang's voice became a little hurried.

The fog was heavy, as if a thick cloud was looming over.

"They're going up the mountain soon, I can hold it off for a while, and everything after that is up to you......"

The last voice left by the old immortal master echoed in his ears, relieved and relaxed, as if he was a little determined, as if the burden in his heart was suddenly empty.

There was a sudden flower in front of me, and the room was quiet again.

With a clanging and trembling sound, the black tower fell to the ground, hitting the ground, and rolling straight down on Fang Yang's toes.

The thoughts in my mind were mixed, and it was very uncomfortable for a ball of cotton thread to find the thread.

It didn't take long for him to feel empty all around him, and the originally oppressive atmosphere dissipated in an instant.

The sound of the wind coming from outside the house, and the sound of bricks falling to the ground and shattering.

Under the diffusion of invisible perception, it was discovered that the enchantment that the old immortal master had originally laid over the space he was in had disappeared.

In a daze, he bent down, picked up the black tower, and held it in his palm.

The tower is not turning, and it is calm.

But when I looked closely, I found that this thing can be called a superb handicraft despite the subtleties.

Even in the previous life, no matter how exquisite the master is, he can't carve it.

The black tower is secluded, the texture is delicate, whether it is the eaves of the building or the roof tiles, they are all meticulous, even the small characters on the beams, but also the pen is tactful and vigorous.

Through the window screens of each attic, you can see the scenery in it, as if it were really a shrunken building.

Fang Yang's eyes suddenly froze, and he found that the window at the top of the tower was half-open.

When you squint, you can see a shrunken woman's boudoir.

A young girl was lying on the boat and said sweetly.

It seems to be dreaming, the corners of the mouth are slightly hooked, and with the long breathing, the small belly gently rises and falls.

She had a drum in her hand.

Fang Yang's perception is keen, and his eyesight is surprisingly good after reaching the form, even if the girl in the tower is shrunk to the size of a fingernail, he can already clearly identify the details.

His eyes glazed over, as if he had seen something unimaginable, and his pupils dilated.

The girl in the tower was probably just past the end of the day, and her beautiful face was still a little young and immature, but just at a glance, Fang Yang recognized the identity of the other party.

The girl is Yan September.

What a strange thing it is for a woman in her twenties to return to her childlike face at this time, and she is sleeping quietly in a tower the size of a palm.

Fang Yang couldn't believe his eyes.

After a long time, he recovered from his distraction, and with a solemn heart, he pushed open the door.

Fresh air penetrates into the nose and fills the lungs.

Subconsciously raise your head and look to the west.

The Crane Head Tower still stands.

But at this time, Fang Yang had an unusual feeling in his heart.

That's not Jiyintai!

I don't know why, but he has this consciousness in his heart.

In his eyes, the tower seemed to have been drained of its soul, without any charm, without the majesty and majesty seen in the past.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang.

Fang Yang hurriedly looked for prestige, and saw a strong wind howling in the sky, and in an instant, the entire heaven and earth became black and oppressive.

I saw countless black birds of prey with a body length vibrating their wings and looming over the mountain peaks.

The black canopy is like being covered with a thick film.

The birds of prey flapped their wings, and the hurricane brought up by them destroyed the buildings in the Taoist courtyard in an instant.