The First Saint of Alchemy

Demon-suppressing abyss.

Feng Chenye looked at Mengyao sitting on the scroll, and the whole person was frozen in place.

I thought there would be thousands of words to say when they met.

But I didn't expect that thousands of words were drowned in the red eyes.

Everyone in the academy sighed at the same time when they saw the state of the two.

They should have been a couple of gods, but now they have to be a pair of miserable mandarin ducks.

"Mr. Feng, you can only stand here and talk to Mengyao!" The dean reminded in a deep voice.

Feng Chenye did not answer, but just looked at Mengyao and smiled foolishly: "Mengyao, I finally found you, I am not dreaming!"

Mengyao was also laughing, but tears had already blurred her eyes: "I heard that you were alone in Linghuang, and you kept looking for me for a year and three months. It was really hard for you!"

Feng Chenye said softly: "It's not bitter, the wind is sweet when I think of you."

"Have you ever blamed me for searching?" Mengyao asked again.

"I won't blame you when I see you."

"Do you like me?" Mengyao asked suddenly.

"Can't you see?" Feng Chenye asked aggrievedly.

Meng Yao burst into laughter, then frowned: "I'm going back to Linghuang for the important mission of the sect!

Didn't I tell you not to look for me, not to miss me, not to wait for me!

You didn't listen to me, why do I feel that you don't like me?"

Feng Chenye was a little anxious: "If I can think without seeing you, and if I can control my feelings, what's the use of my heart?

You left a letter saying that this trip is a life-threatening one, how can I remain indifferent?

By the way, the old man won't let me go, when will you come down?"

Meng Yao's heart trembled slightly.

Yes, if he could control his heart, how could he have such an unforgettable love.

As for when to come down...

Without answering Feng Chenye's question, Meng Yao blinked her tear-soaked eyelashes and threw another question: "If... this is the last time you see me? What will you do?"

"Don't separate! There's no need to meet next time!" Feng Chenye seriously stuck on the bug.

The big guys in the academy felt that the answer was extremely ridiculous. Can't they hear the meaning of Meng Yao's words?

I thought Mengyao would be speechless, complain, or explain, but I heard Mengyao smiling and praising: "Feng Lang is indeed the smartest man in the world!"

Dean: ???

Sages: ???

No wonder you two have a good relationship, you can say such things!

"You haven't said when you will come down!" Feng Chenye urged.

Before Mengyao could speak, the scroll trembled quickly, and a lot of black smoke came out of Mengyao's body. Mengyao's black and shiny hair began to lighten at this moment.

The smooth skin also dimmed.

The vitality was disappearing rapidly.

The pain of being eroded by the demonic energy continued to torture Mengyao.

Although he had tried his best to endure it, the pain on his face could not be hidden at all.

"Mengyao, Mengyao, what's wrong with you?" Feng Chenye was about to rush over, but the dean and the great sage were quick and held him down.

Mengyao smiled sadly. She felt her throat was a little blocked, so she could only try to make herself speak: "Feng Lang, we can meet again today, which is better than countless people in the world!

I don't believe in reincarnation, but I want to wish myself and you can have an afterlife!

Live for me! Ah~"

At this point, Mengyao's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and only a lot of black smoke came out of her mouth, but she couldn't make any sound.

The great sage saw Feng Chenye struggling constantly and reminded him: "Mr. Feng, the abyss is full of demonic energy. It's hard for gods to save you. Don't be impulsive!"

"Mengyao, Mengyao, take me with you!"

Feng Chenye struggled violently and roared: "Let me go, Chenye is not afraid of death, Chenye is not afraid of death!"

Mengyao couldn't speak, and tears fell in big drops.

This "Chenye is not afraid of death" was just like Feng Chenye's sad wail in the Moon Temple at that time.

The dean sighed and advised: "Mr. Feng, you live well, that's what Mengyao wants!"

Feng Chenye turned his head, tears streaming down his face, and roared fiercely: "Why didn't you save her? Why did you watch her die? Why are you all indifferent!"

The fourteenth sage Qiao Shizi looked at the crazy Feng Chenye and explained sadly: "Mr. Feng, the passage between the demon race and the human world is guarded below the abyss.

Now the demon race is using the whole race's strength to attack the seal.

It is no longer possible to suppress it with our Wen Qi alone.

Once the demon race opens the passage, the human race will face a catastrophe.

We can only sacrifice our Wen bodies and release Wen Qi to suppress it.

This is also the mission of our academy sages!

It will be our turn later!

We will accompany our junior sister on the road to the underworld, so you don't have to worry!"

Feng Chenye's heart moved, and he hurriedly shouted: "Wen Qi? I have Wen Qi, how can I use it?"

The dean shook his head secretly, a junior's Wen Qi is just a drop in the bucket

But he knew that if he didn't let Feng Chenye try, this kid would never be willing to give up in his life. He pointed his finger at his forehead and immediately taught him the method of activating the literary energy.

"Let me go first!" Feng Chenye said.

The dean and the great sage saw that he was no longer struggling, so they let go.

If Feng Chenye dared to trespass, they were confident that they could stop him.

Feng Chenye spread his arms and released his aura suddenly.

A large amount of white light floated between heaven and earth, and the vast literary energy crisscrossed.

Soon, these literary energy turned into countless thick lightning, like nine-day thunder tribulations falling from the sky, striking the abyss of ink sea.

The condensed demonic energy, as turbulent as a torrent, was completely powerless to resist in the thunder light, and dissipated directly.

It only took three breaths!

The demonic energy as thick as the ink sea was defeated and disappeared without a trace!

The abyss was clear and bright, with only countless righteous energy filling it!

The powerful men in the academy stared wide-eyed at this moment, with disbelief written on their faces.

What a fool!

Why is the literary spirit of a junior better than that of the entire academy?

The world's culture and energy are all stones, and you alone have eight buckets of them?

Feng Chenye's appearance made the broken stone statue of Wen Sheng feel emotional.

A golden light suddenly shot towards Feng Chenye's eyebrows, and then the stone statue turned into powder.

He also had countless ways to suppress demons in his mind.

Take one step forward and stand on the abyss.

With a gentle wave of his hand, Mengyao was lifted to the edge of the abyss by a gentle force, and he put the scroll away smoothly.

The vast literary energy around him condensed into a pen and fell into his hand.

Feng Chenye picked up a pen and wrote the word "town" in the void.

A drop of "ink" condensed from literary spirit dripped down the tip of the pen.

When the ink fell to the bottom of the abyss, the scene suddenly changed.

A huge passage suddenly appeared. The passage was emitting a faint light and was mysterious.

"Go!" He shouted softly, and the word "Zhen" turned into a ball of light and shot out, hitting the entrance hard.

The light group spread out like ripples, forming a light film that sealed the entrance of the passage.

Then the passage disappeared and the earth returned to its original state.

After doing all this, Feng Chenye frowned and looked at everyone.

The academy expert instantly understood Feng Chenye's doubts: That's it?

But they don't feel humiliated at all.

I had a problem that hadn't been solved for more than a year, and I almost hooked up with someone's girlfriend, but she solved it with just a few clicks. Isn't it deserved to be rejected?

At this time, they were even more doubtful: Is the academy orthodox in literature and Taoism?

Feng Chenye didn't have time to pay attention to everyone, so he quickly rushed to Mengyao's side and asked with concern: "Mengyao, how do you feel?"

"It's okay. The energy is depleted. Just take more supplements in the future."

After being baptized by literary spirit, Mengyao's appearance has returned to normal, but her body is still weak.

But she was in good spirits. She looked at Feng Chenye with her bright eyes and said with a smile: "Mr. Feng, you have changed so much, it even shocked me!"

Feng Chenye tugged on Mengyao's sleeves nervously and asked nonchalantly: "Is it big? Do you still like it?"

Seeing the helpless Feng Chenye, who was completely different from his bravery when suppressing the demon, Mengyao felt extremely cute and joked softly: "Who said I like you?"

Mr. Wen said with a smile on the side: "I used to say "Feng Lang" before, but you don't like it now?"

Mengyao was a little embarrassed, glared at Mr. Wen, and threatened fiercely: "Believe it or not, I will ask Mr. Feng to write down your story and open the eyes of the world!"

"Little junior sister, I deserve death!

Mr. Feng, I was lying just now, don’t take it seriously! "Mr. Wen hurriedly begged for mercy.

The dean said at the right time: "Fortunately, Mr. Feng took action in time and suppressed the powerful enemy with a wave of his hand. His thunderous methods are fascinating!

I am Ye Jingyun, the president of the academy, and I would like to thank you on behalf of the entire academy!

Mengyao was seriously injured and there was no chance for small talk. The young master took Mengyao back to rest first.

You two have reunited after a long separation and have a lot to say, so we won’t disturb you for now.

In the evening I will host a banquet in the Poetry Garden, and we will have a good time drinking and talking. "

After saying that, the dean handed over a bottle of elixir.

With a few whooshing sounds breaking through the air, only Mengyao and Feng Chenye were left here.

The two looked at each other, all kinds of emotions unspoken.

"Feng Lang, take me back!" Mengyao's face turned red and she murmured softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, his body lightened up and landed on a strong chest...

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