Chapter 2218

"Holy, Holy Lord..."

At this moment, the brain of the saint Kurong went blank.

On the one hand, he was shocked and excited by the Holy Lord's plan, but on the other hand, he knew... that he was not far from death.

Such a state of mind is so complicated.

Immediately, Saint Kurong stopped in the air and gave up running away.

"Swish..."

Two or three seconds later, Fang Yu arrived in front of Saint Kurong.

The saint Kurong was motionless in the air, with his head down.

Fang Yu frowned and raised the head of the saint withered.

I saw the whole head of the saint Kurong, like melting, slowly turning into plasma.

"Fang Yu, you can't escape to death, you can't escape to death..."

A bitter voice came from the throat of the saint withered.

Then, the whole body of the saint Kurong completely melted and disappeared.

Fang Yu stood high in the sky with a cold face.

Except for the fact that the Holy Lord was not dead, the entire Supreme Holy Pavilion was completely destroyed by him today.

This is a great victory.

At least after the endless field and the Supreme Sacred Pavilion were cleaned out one after another, there was no obvious force against the human race on the entire Datianchen star.

However, the Holy Lord hidden in the dark, as well as the forces of Chen Qian'an and that mysterious man... are still full of unknowns.

This made Fang Yu feel bad.

Furthermore, going back to the whole thing that happened today... it seems that something is wrong.

"Go back first."

Fang Yu shook his head, looked at the location of the Yuhua Gate, and flew away quickly.

Fang Yu used the power of the law to quickly restore the island where the Yuhua Gate was located.

But the damage to the entire Green Sea is irreversible.

The sea level has dropped by at least a third.

Most of the casualties caused by the Zhisheng Pavilion to the Yuhua Gate were concentrated on the group of pure blood demon spirits.

Of the more than 300 pure-blooded demon spirits, only more than 50 survived, and all others were killed.

Shi Yuan, Huayan, and other disciples in the sect were all injured in varying degrees.

As for Night Song... the most serious.

And if the field of vision is enlarged to the entire southern region, the loss will be even more severe.

The more than two hundred saints sent by the Zhisheng Pavilion killed hundreds of thousands of human beings in various places in the Southern Territory in a very short time.

Although we won in the end...but the price of victory is still great.

In the middle of the night, Fang Yu was alone on the back mountain, placing the frozen night song in front of him and squatting aside.

Fang Yu knocked on his forehead when he looked at the inhuman night song.

If Ye Ge is really Lin Xunyu... then Lin Xunyu's suffering is more serious than before.

Lin Xunyu, whom I saw at the beginning, was dying, hanging his life to guard the Yuhua Gate for thousands of years, until Fang Yu arrived.

And if Ye Ge is Lin Xunyu, then this story is another version.

After Lin Xunyu was seriously injured, he was about to die.

But until he can't die, otherwise...no one can guard the Yuhua Gate, no one can guard the human race.

Therefore, he decided to conceal cause and effect and borrowed his life for two thousand years.

And the final result is the night song in front of me.

He did guard the Yuhua Gate left by his father, but he also paid an extremely heavy price.

Backlashed by the power of cause and effect, it has almost become a mortal situation, and even the soul will suffer great torture.

"I should have taken care of you, but... it's too late." Fang Yu said with a sigh.

"In any case, I still want to reiterate that the power of causality, no matter people or things...There is no possibility of reversal." Li Huoyu's voice sounded, "You give him up now, it is not too much involved. , The power of causality can still bear even backlash, but if you keep him, then...the cause and effect involved will become bigger and bigger, until...completely swallow you, and your existence is..."

Speaking of this, Li Huoyu suddenly stopped.

"As long as there is a slight possibility, I will save him." Fang Yu said lightly, "As for the causal backlash, wait for it to come."

"It doesn't have to be tangible. Many times... the power of causality is backlashing invisibly, slowly eating away everything." Li Huoyu said, "What it brings is definitely not as simple as death..."

Fang Yu did not speak.

"...However, that person should have seen this too, but he still chose... well, I have nothing to say." Li Huoyu said suddenly.

"Who can I borrow my life for two thousand years? Who can borrow my life for others? Doesn't the act of borrowing my life violate cause and effect?" Fang Yu frowned, thinking.

If you can find the object of the two thousand years that Ye Ge said, you might be able to figure out many things.

But, no clue.

An hour later, Fang Yu returned to the back of the mountain.

He sat on the easy chair, looked up at the stars in the sky, frowning.

Just as the Holy Lord said.

Those strong human races he had contacted died to death, disappeared and disappeared.

None of them ended well.

Including Lin Batian, Hong Tianchen, Lin Xunyu, etc...

In addition, since arriving at Datianchenxing, Fang Yu has always had a very puzzled point.

That was the monks who soared on the earth back then, where are they now?

In his time, he knew that many monks had ascended.

For example, the Taoist Wu Ji, Shangxuan Tianzun, and his master Daotian, senior brother Daochen and so on.

These monks who ascended from the earth have all left this plane?

Or did they not come to Datianchen Star, but reached other star regions?

There is no answer to this question.

On Datianchenxing, Fang Yu only found traces of Lin Batian and Master Daotian.

Apart from this, there is no one else.

"The more we think about it, the weirder..."

Fang Yu was a little irritable and rubbed his forehead.

At this moment, a pair of thin hands stretched out from behind, gently rubbing his temples.

Fang Yu was stunned for a moment before he knew that Huayan had come behind him.

"You must be very tired..." Hua Yan said softly, "Take a short rest and don't think too much."

"Tired is not tired, but I do think a lot, mainly because there are too many questions." Fang Yu said helplessly.

"Sorry, I can't help you." Huayan said reproachfully, "I'm too useless, otherwise..."

"Don't blame you, you are proficient in medicine, and you are not good at fighting." Fang Yu said.

Huayan stopped talking, and gently rubbed Fang Yu's temples.

The surrounding is very quiet.

A breeze blew, Fang Yu's heartstrings moved.

There was a flash in his mind.

At a certain moment ~www.mtlnovel.com~ he seems to have experienced a similar scene.

It is also a person who talks with him gently beside him, let him relax and not be too tired.

But who is this person?

He can't remember it at all!

Can't remember why this person is familiar with this scene?

Fang Yu's heart trembled and suddenly felt uncomfortable inside.

It is as if there is a vacancy.

But what is missing, he has no idea.

"What's the matter?" Huayan felt Fang Yu's abnormality and asked nervously, "Is it hurt? Let me see for you..."

"I... nothing." Fang Yu frowned and shook his head.

(End of this chapter)