v4 Chapter 16： Big Funeral [First more] (1/2)

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Three days later, a message spread throughout Zhao Guoxiu.

The Weizhou wooden family, in order to keep their blood lines intact, swallowed up the spirits with viciousness, devoured the flesh and blood spiritual roots of the genius monks of the Eight Kingdoms of Zhao State, raised bloodlines, and kept the family flourishing. Seven years ago, the incident was revealed, and was discouraged by Xiaochen, a disciple of Xiaoyungu, who escaped by chance, and then led to the pursuit of the Mu family, rushed into a crack in the space, and died or died.

Seven years later, Xiao Chen returned and destroyed the Mu family. Do not want to Mu Mu and other monks, in order to save their lives, sacrificed to 100,000 sacrifices to the demons, in the end, the Mu clan suffered from back bite, and the blood was cut off.

The news spread, shocking the world.

The Weizhou Wooden House opens the trial world every two hundred years, helping the sects to cultivate their disciples for free.

After the trial, there are disciples who have died inexplicably during practice, and most of them are not weak. They belong to various disciples.

Zongmen also questioned this year, but the Mu family's attitude was arrogant and the strength was far away.

At this moment, as the news was made public, the truth was revealed to the world, the blood of the Mu family was cut off, and countless monks clapped their hands.

Naturally, there are those who questioned. Suspicion was an excuse Xiao Chen used to conceal his killing, but in the end he could only hide it in his mouth and dare not reveal it.

As Zhao Guoxiu's realm boiled, there were several strange things happening.

The three thousand strongest gates in Weizhou, Supreme Demon Sect, Qingzhou Yuzong Sect, and Zhao Guo were the three strongest sects. On the same day, the suzerain, several elders, and many disciples under the door all died strangely.

If this matter is unusual, it must be the earth-shaking event, but at this moment it seems insignificant and has not attracted much monk eyes.

Luoyun Valley and Xiaocheng have once again become the focus of countless monks. Numerous schools have sent heavy monks to visit.

The Mu family is gone, Xiao Chen returns, and Luoyun Valley and the Xiao family are bound to flourish. This is a fixed number.

The monk met, Xiao Chen lived behind the scenes and never showed up, but no one dared to show his dissatisfaction.

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Falling Cloud Valley.

Fangqibamu Medicine Garden, a small lake, a few wild flowers, a few clusters of grass, quiet and indifferent.

In the gazebo, the two sat on the floor, holding jugs and drinking.

Xiao Chen's face was bitter, his whole body relaxed, and he rarely drank a little alertness, drank his head up, drank, and soaked his front pockets, like the tears of the Yiren.

His eyes were slightly blurred, and he swept around, the landscape was still, and the grass carp in the lake was content with himself, shaking his head and swinging his tail.

It's a pity that Qian Ying isn't there, Fang disappears, I don't know where to find it.

On the day of the meeting, there is no future, when can we meet and re-smile.

Imagine that year, under the gazebo, the two sat opposite each other, with breeze, dishes, and fine wine, named Sijun.

Tender and gentle, indifferent like water, no gorgeous words, no sadness.

Stop at heartbeat and love each other.

The three-year agreement, the Yiren's words still haunt themselves:

”Three years later, under the gazebo, he was dressed up in a smile, waiting for the king to step on the colorful clouds, and welcomed me to the Xiao family in Xiaocheng to meet the second old man.

Beauty is like jade, and her face is beautiful.

If there is no misfortune of the Mu family, the two have already become twin monks. At this moment, they are exploring the avenue, and Qin Se is in a close relationship.

Viewing the sunrise, watching the moon at night, relatively smiling, indifferent and gentle. There is no such **** rain and blood today, nor many past lives and tribulations.

But at this moment, it's late.

Xiao Chen's heart was more bitter, and he drank again.

Qing Yunzi said, vividly. As if you can see, the beautiful shadow is standing here, his face is white, and he does not want to move his fingers just to save his life.

The Quartet's whereabouts were revealed, leading countless monks to hang themselves, Xiao Chen fighting alone, beheading and killing all the way, blood and rain moving forward.

In the midst of severe wounds, there was scarlet energy infused, suspicious, and thoughtless.

After all, today knows where this blood comes from.

In honor of two thousand birthdays, Huang Quanzong shook the monk's magical power, and Yuanshen was hit hard, and he wanted to collapse.

Suddenly help, protect his life, survive today.

All this is what Ji Yuewu did for him, silent.

Thank you, Yiren is not here.

The bitterness is even worse, the drink is swallowed, and the heart palpitates.

Xing Tian shook his head and never spoke comfort, but just like Xiao Chen, drinking heavily.

”Jiyuewu departed that day. The old man had intentionally let me know that this is Zhongzhou.”

”Perhaps this is what he wants to relay to Xiaochen Taoyou through Xingtian.”

”Presumably this old man didn't think of it. Seven years later, Xiao Chen Dao You Xiu has reached the state of today, and the world is so big that he can go there.”

”Although Zhongzhou is a place full of powerful men, and the Zongmen giants are running rampant, it is enough for Taoism to cultivate.”

Having said that, he paused, drank fine wine, and sighed.