Chapter 117 (1/2)

In the square in the core area of the Dragon Qianzong, Ling Yunfan, who hugged his beloved, cried bitterly for three days and three nights, and those who cared about him guarded him silently, because he was also seriously injured and would fall down at any time. If he was not treated, he might endanger his life.

”Younger martial Brother Yun fan?”

Looking at Ling Yunfan who stared at the rain foam with his eyes closed in his arms, rouxue also walked up and called out with some worry.

However, after a long time, it still failed to get any response.

”I'm sorry, it's all my master's fault. If she didn't unite with the demon corpse sect, you and younger martial sister Yumo wouldn't be separated forever. If killing me can ease your inner pain, please do it.” at the moment, Li Xueer was also at a loss. She knelt in front of her and said with self reproach.

Just when she closed her eyes and thought she would die, she found that Ling Yunfan didn't pay attention to her and didn't look at her from beginning to end.

For Ling Yunfan in front of him, no one knows what to say, so he can only look at it silently.

I don't know how long later, Ling Yunfan, who was sitting on the ground, finally moved. He walked in a certain direction with Yumo's body in his arms. His speed was not fast. It can be said that it was slower than those without cultivation, but every step made people feel extremely heavy.

Finally, the people who followed him came to the flat ground filled with tombstones somewhere in the territory of the Great Nebula elder.

Seeing this scene, the elder nebula and the soft snow gradually guessed something.

Ling Yunfan, who came here, made a big pit under the attention of the people, and was ready to put Yumo's body in it.

”Use my crystal ice coffin. Although it can't bring people back to life, it can at least keep their appearance and complete body.” seeing this scene, old Yun took out a crystal clear ice coffin from the heaven and earth bag, emitting a strong chill.

Seeing this, the expressionless Ling Yunfan also put the rain foam in his arms into it, buried it in the pit and set up a monument with difficulty.

It was written with bright red blood, ”Yumo, wife of Ling Yunfan of Ling family.”

Immediately, he sat in front of the grave, stared at the tombstone and said nothing, just like a dead man.

”Master, this...”

Seeing this, Lingfeng was going to come forward and say something, but he was soon stopped by Xuande Ao. When he asked questions with curiosity on his face, he could only get the other party's shaking his head.

With the passage of time, the rainstorm stopped and the people dispersed. Only a few close people were still here looking at Ling Yunfan like a walking corpse.

At this time, Ling Yunfan was calm on the surface, but his heart was like suffering from a thousand arrows through his heart all the time. In his mind, he kept replaying the scene of Yumo passing away in order to help him stop the attack of Yan devil, as well as the things he had experienced in the past.

There is also the pain of Yumo who challenges the test set by Taoist Honglian in order to help him repair Ying Jiao sword.

The little things he had experienced constantly appeared in his mind, as if those things had just happened.