The First Saint of Dan Dao

Chapter 686 Feng Lang, carry me back!

The demon-suppressing abyss.

Feng Chenye looked at Meng Yao who was sitting on the scroll, and he stood there.

I thought we would have a lot to talk about when we met.

But I didn't expect that all the words I wanted to say would be drowned in my red eyes.

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

They should have been a perfect couple, but now they have become star-crossed lovers.

"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 must be dreaming!"

Meng Yao was also smiling, but her eyes were already blurred by tears: "I heard that you were alone in Linghuang and have been looking for me for a year and three months. It must have been hard for you!"

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

"You have been searching for me all the time, have you ever blamed me?" Meng Yao asked again.

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

"Do you like me?" Mengyao asked suddenly.

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

Meng Yao burst into laughter, then her face tensed: "I am returning to Linghuang because I have an important mission for the sect!

Didn’t I tell you not to look for it, not to miss it, not to wait for it?

You don'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, and if I can control my emotions, what’s the point of having this heart?

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

By the way, the old man won’t let me through, when will you come down?”

Mengyao's heart trembled slightly.

Yes, if he could control his heart, he wouldn't 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 out another question: "What if... this is the last time you see me? What will you do?"

"If we don't break up, we won't have to meet next time!" Feng Chenye seriously fixed the bug.

All the bigwigs in the academy felt that the answer was extremely ridiculous. Couldn’t they understand the meaning of Mengyao’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:? ? ?

A group of wise men: ???

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

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

Before Mengyao could say anything, she saw the scroll vibrating rapidly, and a large amount of black smoke came out of Mengyao's body. Mengyao's shiny black hair began to lighten in color.

The smooth skin also became dull.

Vitality is fading fast.

The pain of being eroded by evil spirits continued to torment Mengyao.

Although he tried his best to endure it, he couldn't hide the pain on his face.

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

Meng Yao smiled sadly. She felt her throat was a little blocked and could only try to make herself speak: "Feng Lang, being able to meet you again today is better than anything else in the world!

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

Live for me! Uh~"

When she said this, 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 and warned him, "Master Feng, the abyss is full of evil spirits. Even gods cannot 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 was speechless and tears fell down her face.

The cry of "Chen Ye is not afraid of death" was just like the sorrowful wail that Feng Chen Ye uttered when he looked up to the sky in the Moon Temple.

The dean sighed and advised, "Mr. Feng, you should live well, that is what Mengyao wants!"

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

The Fourteenth Sage Qiao Shizi looked at the frantic Feng Chenye and explained in a sad tone, “Mr. Feng, the passage between the demon race and the human world is guarded below the abyss.

Now the demon clan is using all its strength to break through the seal.

We can no longer suppress it simply by relying on our literary energy.

Once the demons open the passage, the human race will face a catastrophe.

We can only sacrifice our literary bodies and release our literary energy to suppress it.

This is also the mission of our academy sages!

It will be our turn soon!

We will accompany you on your journey 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 do I use it?"

The dean secretly shook his head, the literary demeanor of a junior was 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, so 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.

Seeing that he stopped struggling, the dean and the great sage let go of him.

If Feng Chenye dares to trespass, they are confident that they can stop him.

Feng Chenye spread his arms and released the aura from his body suddenly.

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

Soon, these cultural energies transformed into countless thick lightning bolts, falling from the sky like nine-day thunderbolts, striking the abyss of ink sea.

The condensed demonic energy that was as raging as a torrent was completely powerless to resist in the sky full of lightning and immediately dissipated into nothingness.

Just three breaths!

The evil spirit as thick as the ink sea was defeated and disappeared without a trace!

The abyss is clear and bright, with only countless positive energies filling the air!

The strong men in the academy opened their eyes wide at this moment, with disbelief written all over their faces.

What a fool!

Why is the literary aura of a junior stronger than that of the entire academy?

There is only one stone in the world that is full of literary energy, and you alone occupy eight of it?

The appearance of Feng Chenye made the broken stone statue of Wensheng feel something.

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

Countless methods of suppressing demons appeared in his mind.

Take a step forward and stand on the abyss.

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

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

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

A drop of "ink" condensed from literary energy drips from the tip of the pen.

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

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

"Go!" With a light shout, the word "Zhen" turned into a ball of light and shot out, hitting the entrance heavily.

The ball of light 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 strong man in the academy instantly understood Feng Chenye’s doubts: That’s it?

But they didn't feel humiliated at all.

It was a problem that hadn't been solved for more than a year, and it almost cost him his girlfriend, but he solved it in the blink of an eye. Isn't it his due to be despised?

At this time, they were even more confused: Is the academy really orthodox in literature and morality?

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

"It's okay. It's just a loss of energy. Just take more supplements later."

After being baptized by the literary energy, 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 sparkling eyes and said with a smile, "Mr. Feng, you have changed so much that I was shocked!"

Feng Chenye nervously pulled Meng Yao's sleeve and asked hesitantly, "Is it big? Do you still like it?"

Looking at Feng Chenye who was at a loss, and who was completely different from the brave man who subdued the demon, Meng Yao felt that it was very cute and joked softly: "Who said I like you?"

Mr. Wen smiled and said, "You kept calling me Feng Lang before, now you don't like me anymore?"

Meng Yao was a little embarrassed and annoyed. She glared at Mr. Wen and threatened him fiercely: "Believe it or not, I will let Mr. Feng write about your affair and let the world open their eyes!"

"Junior sister, I deserve to die!

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

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

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

Mengyao is seriously injured, so it is not the time for casual chatting, so the young master takes Mengyao back to rest first.

You two have been reunited for a long time and must have a lot to talk about, so we won't disturb you for now.

I will host a banquet in the Poetry Garden tonight, and we will have a good time drinking and chatting."

After that, the dean handed over a bottle of pills.

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

The two looked at each other, all emotions expressed without words.

"Feng Lang, carry me back!" Meng Yao's pretty face turned slightly red as she whispered softly.

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