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Tens of thousands of disciples gathered here, and the white couplets spread all over the temple and dojo, and the sad wind howled and sang into songs.

This is the evening twilight of the second day, the sun on the horizon has begun to slowly fall into the mountain, Si Nanlie is wearing a head robe, but the place on his forehead is tied with a white belt, not only him, but all the deacons and elders, this is the case, and the ordinary disciples are wearing mourning clothes.

Yan Feng, also standing beside Si Nanlie, with a white belt tied to his forehead, fluttering in the wind.

And the two saints who broke through the pass before went back to continue the retreat, and as for Fang Mu, he was recuperating in the hall, and Yan Feng didn't want him to come out.

After all, such scenes will touch people sadly.

Bai Mi was staying by Yan Ran's side, and Yan Ran and Ning Wei were still in a coma, but fortunately, the healing elder said that there was no threat to life.

And above the main hall, there were thousands of cold corpses, lying quietly, arranged in order.

Among these deceased people, there are elders, there are disciples, there are spirit realms, there are mortal realms, no matter who they are, they all died in the lock demon tower yesterday.

It is from Maoshan, the soul of the deceased martyrs.

"Now that the underworld is in chaos, the six realms of reincarnation are disordered, these disciples..."

Si Nanlie looked at the thousands of corpses of His Royal Highness, and his mood can be imagined, he is the head of the family, and he needs to be fully responsible for the death of these disciples.

"I can only put it away for the time being, waiting for the reincarnation of the six realms to reopen. Yan Feng said in a low voice.

"That's all there is to it..."

"Send... Spirits!"

Si Nanlie's side, an elder's voice was like a bell, echoing above the main hall dojo.

Tens of thousands of disciples, at this moment, all turned around, facing these deceased people, the pillar sword knelt on one knee, and each person had a pot of wine in their hands, spilled in front of them.

"The sword is righteous and the common people are righteous, righteous in the heart, eliminate the demon and defend the way, who else can I be!"

Sixteen words, the voices of tens of thousands of disciples, resounded over and over again above the nine heavens, and under the wine-red sunset, a figure appeared above the main hall at this moment, it was Zhu Jiumo.

In his hand, there was a blue flag, which was unfurled in the wind, and the originally human-high flag instantly became three zhang in size.

"Soul Rise!"

Qi, suddenly looked at the void for a moment, as the words fell, on the ground, on the bodies of those dead disciples, there was a spiritual light rising at this moment, the soul was three-dimensional, looking at all sides, the former brothers, the masters and apprentices in this life, these souls, are all hands.

Senior brother, senior brother, senior sister... Senior Sister, Master... See you in the next life!

All the souls, when they entered the last of the banner, were facing Si Nanlie and bowing to their disciples.

"Congratulations!"

Si Nanlie's eyes were red, and his voice was choked.

The six realms of the underworld have stopped, and for these disciples who died in battle, they can't be allowed to become lonely souls and wild ghosts, so they can only be temporarily collected in the soul gathering flag, waiting for the six realms of the underworld to restart, and then bring these souls into the underworld to reincarnate again.

Yan Feng looked at all this, especially when the sixteen characters sounded, a sense of sadness rose in his chest.

But at the same time, he also realized a truth, the importance of strength.

For example, Su Ming has such a powerful strength that with just one person, he can decide the life and death of thousands of people.

And if you want to protect the people you want to protect, you can only have strong strength.

In the main hall, one soul after another was sucked into the soul gathering flag, and the disciples on all sides, who had been side by side with themselves for many years, were saying their final goodbyes.

But at this time, Yan Feng saw a figure limping from outside the mountain gate.

In Yan Feng's eyes, the golden light flashed slightly, and in an instant, his vision spanned thousands of zhang, and he saw this person's face clearly in an instant.

His face was covered with ashes, he was wearing a monk's robe, his fat head and big ears, and his huge belly was still moving up and down despite his lame legs.

Fat monk!

How could he appear in Maoshan, since he appeared, where did Qin Xiaobao go?!

Yan Feng said a few words in Si Nanlie's ear, and then retreated in advance.

Maoshan Mountain Gate, there are disciples guarding here, the disciples of the handle are arguing with a fat man at the moment, as soon as they see Yan Feng, they all salute respectfully, this is also natural, just yesterday's movement, as long as you are not blind, you can see that figure.

Covered in golden armor, cloak on the back, golden eyes, and golden sword, like the god of war of the Nine Heavens!

"See Elder Yan Meng. ”

Yan Feng smiled slightly at these saluting disciples, signaling them to hand over the people to themselves, and these people naturally didn't say anything.

"Hey, hey, look, I said that I came to find someone! You still don't believe it, Buddha, I..."

"Alright, fatty, come with me. ”

Yan Feng pulled the little Lei Tianyin Buddha bead around the fat monk's neck and dragged it directly into the mountain gate.

"Master Yan, slow down...!" The fat monk's foot, limping, was obviously injured.

"What's wrong with your feet?" Yan Feng pulled the fat monk to a small courtyard in Maoshan Mountain, where there was a tree, and the fallen leaves were fluttering.

looked at the fat monk, up and down, it seemed that in addition to being dirty on his body, there was also a little problem with one foot, but he didn't see any injuries elsewhere.

"Feet?" As soon as the fat monk heard Yan Feng ask him about his feet, he immediately became angry.

"Uncle, Buddha, won't I just steal his roast chicken... Is it necessary to chase the Buddha and I ran five streets?! Fortunately, the Buddha was witty and hid in the garbage can on the side of the road. ”

The fat monk said, and even took out a chicken leg from his sleeve, patted the ash on it, and handed it to Yan Feng's hand as he spoke.

"Thinking that there is such a big break in Maoshan Mountain, there must be no food to eat, Buddha I also deliberately saved a chicken leg, do you want it?" said and handed it to Yan Feng.

Yan Feng glanced at the fat monk, Nima, this thing has been talking for a long time, but he didn't say a few useful words.

"I ask you what's wrong with your feet? And how did you become this ghost, like a beggar for food? Yan Feng glanced at the fat monk's feet, and it seemed that there was no big problem.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, it's just that when I came out of the trash can, the trash can was too narrow, and I accidentally rolled on the ground a few times with the trash can, and finally broke my foot. ”

No way... Yan Feng looked at this fat monk, what a talent!

"Where's Xiaobao, why are you two going out?"

"I and Qin Shizhu came to Maoshan, but I didn't know who it was on the way, and suddenly gave me a stick, and when I woke up, Qin Shizhu was gone. ”

The fat monk was still baring his teeth at this matter, obviously worried about this stuffy stick.

"Down?"

Yan Feng frowned, impossible, Qin Xiaobao is young, he has been by Si Nanlie's side since he was a child, and he has hardly been anywhere, how can there be an enemy to make a stick?

"But he left me a note. ”

The fat monk continued, taking out a crumpled note from his arms, Yan Feng took it and looked at it, and there were two crooked words on it, 'Don't pronounce'.

"Go, follow me. ”

Frowning, Yan Feng turned around and walked straight away, he had to ask Si Nanlie about this matter, he must know more about Qin Xiaobao's past than himself.