Chapter 303 (1/2)

Yan Qingyang can't accept that Mu Tianhe is dead.

It was Mu Tianhe who was omnipotent in the previous life. It was Mu Tianhe, the genius of Tianzong. It was a man who turned the tide in the battle of immortals and demons in the previous life. He was intelligent, resourceful, cunning, powerful and skillful. How could such a man die so young?

Besides, death is silent.

Yan Qingyang couldn't believe it.

However, if you think about it carefully, they are going to Wanjie City, where there are countless golden elixirs and Yuanying monks, where the gods occasionally appear, where the aura is abundant, and there are countless lingcao Lingzhi materials. How many of the top magic drugs in the floating cloud world are not worth mentioning.

The friars there, taking out any magic weapon, can cause the friars of the floating cloud world to rush.

The two of them had been very careful and hard to survive there. They were chased to death. They were the lowest level monks there. They were nothing. When they came back to the floating cloud world from there, how terrible was the thunder robbery? How could Mu Tianhe be cut?

How could it be that the old man of the inn gave him a treasure? If there was such a treasure, the old man would not be so surprised to see Yu Lei Jia.

Mu Tianhe lied. There was no treasure at all. He was robbed by thunder at that time and his life was in danger!

He didn't have any treasure in his hand, but when he saw the thunder, he still jumped on himself and saved himself with his life.

He de he can, worth saving with his life.

Thinking of this, Yan Qingyang's tears were more turbulent. Her knees softened, and she sat down on the ground, sobbing, and asked: ”elder martial brother mu, where is he buried?”

She didn't expect that the secret place of heaven's secret was gone forever.

At this moment, she even miss Mu Tianhe, want to see his face again, even the dead face, even his tombstone.

Ling jiuxiao looked up at the gray sky and tried to force back his tears. He gave a wry smile: ”younger martial brother mu, he doesn't even have a corpse. We only set up a memorial tablet for him. It's in his cave. Younger martial sister Yan, do you want to have a look?”

Yan Qingyang nodded with hazy eyes.

Ling jiuxiao gave a long sigh. Arm struggling to support their own body stood up, wobbly said: ”you come with me!”

After that, Ling jiuxiao stepped on the flying sword.

Yan Qingyang also summoned the flying sword, but he couldn't step on it. After several times, he stepped empty. The last time, he tilted and fell to the ground.

Her brain is wooden now, still some can't believe Mu Tianhe is dead.