When he tried his best to use the Demon Shadow to perform the Immortal Slashing Knife Technique, Fang Chengyi thought of many previous things.

A long, long time ago, the Holy Pavilion welcomed a disciple who was not very good.

In the investigation of the immortal spirit body families under the mountain, he was brushed down as early as the first round, if it weren't for the fact that he had a powerful elder brother, maybe he would not have been able to step into the gate of the Holy Pavilion in his life.

In his memory, his brother has always been the most powerful person in his heart, and when he came to the Holy Pavilion, he realized that his brother was really powerful.

I haven't seen him for more than 30 years, but my brother has actually become the Vermilion Bird Envoy of the Holy Pavilion, and his reputation is extremely high, and he is even known as the third immortal master after Zhuge Linye and Sima Wuhua.

His brother was still as concerned about him as before, but he felt that he was at odds with this holy pavilion.

And his older brother is busy and rarely has time to follow his life.

He was originally assigned to Sima Wuhua's seat, but Sima Wuhua directly asked him to roll up the shop and get out, and in the end Zhuge Linye took him in, but he didn't like the person that his brother hated, even if this person was not bad to him.

His appearance and cultivation qualifications were incompatible with this place, and even the immortal spirit body that he was proud of but was not pure was ridiculed by his peers.

Every day, the fellow disciples were there to talk with great interest about which lucky woman Senior Brother Beiming greeted, whether Fairy Qingrong went to Sima Wuhua to visit that waste again, and who would be among the best in the next big competition......

There is also small talk about him.

"This will only waste resources, useless things, why don't you roll down the mountain!"

"People have a good brother, a third immortal master in name only, how domineering, if we provoke this little ancestor, what if his brother makes us stumble?"

He swallowed all these rumors and tears in his eyes.

Because no matter how vicious and unbearable the words are, they are all based on a fact, and he knows this fact very well.

He's a piece of shit.

Listening to my brother, he is in the world under the mountain is enough to be called a genius.

But here, he's waste.

Even in the face of the prestigious waste under Sima Wuhua's seat, he was overshadowed.

Fortunately, even if he is a piece of waste, there are still people willing to talk to him.

It was a delicate and lovely girl with two pigtails, she didn't seem to care about his shortness, nor did she care about his weakness, on the contrary, when others bullied him, she would stand up for him, even if she couldn't beat him, she would shout at the other party.

From the first time she stood up for him, the name Lingbi was forever engraved in his heart.

In his eyes, she is the most beautiful flower in his life.

She would find him to practice and play with him every day, and soon became a good partner who talked about everything.

But he also clearly knows that he will never be the destination that this flower wants.

Every time she said ten sentences, five or six of them were always about their senior brother in the Northern Darkness, and there was an unconcealable admiration in her words.

When he laughed and teased her, she would always blush and use her spiritual power to pretend to beat him, but not once did she really exert her strength.

He knew that his conditions, whether it was his appearance, cultivation, or temperament, he was far inferior to the Northern Immortal Senior Brother who was still the pride of the heavens in the Holy Pavilion.

As long as he could see her smile every day, he was already satisfied.

If she wanted to do things by herself, even if it was to beat Beiming Zhou, even if she knew that she would be beaten into a dog, he would not hesitate to agree.

No matter how much oppression there was around him, as long as she was still here, he had nothing to fear.

He had thought it would go on forever.

Later, the Second Great Immortal Master was officially recognized by everyone, but his elder brother, Fang Chengyu, who was originally known as the Third Immortal Master, was not among them.

During that time, the atmosphere of the entire Holy Pavilion seemed to have changed.

First of all, that famous waste made great progress all the way in Dabi, and actually defeated the Northern Hellworld Zhou and was recognized by the Immortal Venerable.

Soon after, the Northern Hellweek bid farewell to the Holy Pavilion, and this time he went, and never returned.

And she did not hesitate to follow his footsteps and leave.

But he did not go away with him.

On the one hand, his brother's mood fluctuated greatly, and he didn't worry about him staying alone in the Holy Pavilion.

On the other hand, it is because of low self-esteem.

He didn't dare to go with her.

As long as she had him as a friend in her heart, he was very satisfied.

He is also in the Holy Pavilion, continuing to play the role of being mocked, silently blessing the one in his heart with her.

A few years later, however, the atmosphere of the Holy Pavilion changed dramatically.

First, the Immortal Venerable stepped into the air and disappeared, and then the waste actually ascended to the position of the Immortal Venerable and began to lead the Holy Pavilion with the support of Zhuge Linye and Sima Wuhua.

The mud-legged man who was originally only stronger than him leaned on the backer of Xianzun, and suddenly became a pivotal figure beside Xianzun.

Fortunately, no matter how the inside of the Holy Pavilion changes, his brother is still the Suzaku Envoy, and all the changes are none of his business.

It's just a pity that Bei Mingzhou and her didn't come back.

For some time afterward, he and she often sent messages through spiritual messages, but his words were few.

By her side, there is already that him.

And he is still the laughing stock in the Holy Pavilion.

The good times didn't last long, and a bad news reached his ears.

Eight elite members of the Holy Pavilion, including Immortal Venerable and his brother, joined forces to besiege the "defected" Northern Hell Zhou family, and none of them survived.

He can't remember exactly what he did at that time, but he only remembers one result.

He broke with his brother and rebelled against the Holy Church.

No one cares about a waste leaving.

He went to the place where the incident occurred, but he could not find even the grave.

In the end, all he could do was make three small mounds of dirt out of the ruins.

One large and two small.

He remembered that she had written a few years ago, and that she already had two very sweet children.

As for Bei Ying Zhou, he only hated that since he had such a strong strength, why didn't he protect them!

He vowed not to go to the Sanctuary again, but a year later, he did.

His elder brother, Fang Chengyu, was ruined by that waste because of the loss of the Vermilion Bird Seal, and was thrown down the Holy Pavilion miserably, completely losing the immortal wind Dao bone of the third immortal master of the year.

The Fang family was also suppressed by the Holy Pavilion, and their situation was stormy.

He returned to the foot of the Holy Pavilion and rescued Fang Chengyu, but he didn't say much.

He was one of the culprits who killed her, but he was his closest relative.

In his opinion, this rescue is a complete brotherhood.

But the truth that Fang Chengyu confided in his mouth made him want to split.

Her death was deliberately done by the waste who had become an immortal venerable, in order to disturb the state of mind of Bei Ming Zhou and then kill her.

Although he didn't recognize Fang Chengyu's brother, he still went to the Ten Thousand Ghost Cave with him, and then parted ways.

Both of them have one purpose.

The Pavilion of Extermination.

Although he was resolute, when Fang Chengyu was exposed to the sight of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, he still went to help.

At the end of the day, they are all brothers and share the same goal.

It's just that now, my ambition is about to come to naught.

Fang Chengyi woke up from his memories, glanced back at the back, and shook his head slightly.

Perhaps, not yet.

The first time he saw him, he felt that this kid and he wanted to think about it very much.

He wanted to give him everything.

Just like back then, the little girl was willing to give him a little candy.

It's just that kid who still refuses to accept it.

"Is it so difficult to be as stubborn as your mother and keep your head down?"

After saying that, all his essence and spirit exploded in the shadow of the demon.

At this moment, the demonic energy is monstrous, like swallowing the sky and covering the sun.

......

This was Fang Chengyi's strongest blow in his life.

It's just that his talent, only here, even if there are more natural treasures, it will be difficult to go further.

The magic knife melted every inch.

The shadow gradually dissolved in the exploding flame of dragon blood.

Fang Chengyi's body was also directly swept away by the explosion of air, and the black robe on his body was also burned, revealing the body hidden in it.

And with it fell, his last words.

"Lingbi, your child, I saved it for you. ”

......

The Northern Meditation Cultivator was in the distance, and he clearly saw this tragic scene.

He didn't expect that Fang Chengyi would actually do it for him to this extent, nor did he expect that his body would actually be such a short dwarf.

Fang Chengyi's fall, he should have been happy, and he wanted to set off firecrackers to celebrate, but now, he hesitated.

With a soft sound, the Death Demon Eye landed with the Northern Immortal Cultivator and drifted away with the wind.

The Northern Meditation settled steadily in the desert.

A black shadow flew from afar, falling into his eyebrows, gradually merging with the fallen element.

The lava was still spreading, but it would be a long time before it reached him.

Bei Ming Xiu looked at the aftermath of the explosion that had not yet dissipated in the distance, felt the increasingly strong resonance on the red wave knife, and stood with his head bowed, not moving for a long time.