In the depths of the Three Thousand Stars, there is a crystal coffin suspended.

On top of the coffin were huge chains made of starfall iron, and the other end of the chain was connected to the bright stars around it.

The three thousand stars were connected to each other by the crystal coffin, like the three thousand Bodhi seeds on the branches of the Bodhi tree.

The stars are blinking.

The depths of the starry galaxy were silent, as if even the concentric beats were swallowed up by darkness, and it was clear that it had been silent for thousands of years.

No one has trespassed for thousands of years.

The Taoist people in Tsing Yi, who came from afar and stepped on the starry sky, were quite shocked when they saw this scene.

He remembered that it was a kind of funeral, a galactic funeral recorded in ancient books 10,000 years ago.

But since the last chaotic world tribulation, there are very few people who can be buried with the galactic funeral, because the galactic funeral touches the heavenly dao, and it cannot be used unless there are people with great merit, otherwise the heavenly dao will send down punishment and break those starfall chains. Obviously, the people in this coffin have the mercy of the merciless heaven, and the galactic funeral will exist for so long.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi, who was already looking for the body of the Bodhi Ancestor, naturally did not leave easily with doubts, and he walked towards the crystal coffin in the galaxy that was chained.

Someone stopped in front of him.

The tall Dean Zhuang stopped in front of Tsing Yi Dao with his crossed arms: "Now that you have seen the coffin, why should you alarm the dead?"

The Taoist in Tsing Yi did not squint, and said indifferently: "Now that you have seen the coffin, how can you not identify the dead?"

Dean Zhuang looked at the young and cold face and was silent.

It's just that the eyes are getting sharper and sharper, and the breath is getting more and more restless.

Dean Zhuang had already appeared in his hand at some point, the hoe he usually used to hoe grass in the Bodhi Garden, and it was still stained with some air-dried mud.

Dean Zhuang raised the hoe, and without saying a word, he smashed it towards the top of the head of the Taoist in Tsing Yi.

The hoe fell, and the stars directly in front of it gave birth to cracks, and then quietly shattered. Countless fragments of stars were suspended in the galaxy and stood still for a moment, and Dean Zhuang looked up and saw a temple overwhelmingly suppressed.

……

Next to the river in the green forest to the north of the academy.

Ying Tian and Yi Hongxuan, who were ordered to take the unconscious Luo Changfeng away from the academy, had already drawn their swords with Luo Changfeng.

Jiang Manlou's Ming Xiu plank road, their darkness Chen Cang.

Even if this place is a hundred miles away from the academy, it may not be able to escape the pursuit and capture of the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong. Where can they hide in the College and become outcasts?

Ying Tian didn't think about this problem.

Yi Hongxuan didn't think about this either.

They only knew that they were running in the direction of leaving the academy, and the farther away the better.

In order to preserve the heritage of the college, the dean made this decision. If you insist on going back, you will kill us first. ”

Ying Tian's eyes were already wet and red, the dignified man could not live and die with the academy and escape, he had already blamed himself in his heart, and at this moment, seeing Luo Changfeng's resoluteness, he actually shed tears for the academy.

Yi Hongxuan is also a pear blossom with rain and sobbing secretly.

Luo Changfeng glanced at the two people who were sworn to block in front of him, he didn't get angry, he didn't rise out and subdue the two.

He was calm.

There was even a little sadness on the calm face.

He said gloomily, "At this point, you should already know who I am. ”

Ying Tian and Yi Hongxuan glanced at each other and said, "What if you know?

Luo Changfeng said: "My surname is Luo, my name is Changfeng, my ancestral home is Luohe County, Dayan, and my father is Luo Ling. ”

Although they had long suspected Luo Changfeng's true identity, now that they heard the latter's admission, Ying Tian and Yi Hongxuan were still quite shocked in their hearts.

Ying Tian's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Luo Changfeng continued in a calm voice: "A few years ago, the Luo family was tragically destroyed, my father, my mother, my grandfather, my brothers and sisters, my uncles and aunts, and even the servants of the Luo family were all spared...... I'm the only one left in the Luo clan. ”

"I lived in secretion for three years. ”

Luo Changfeng exhaled a long breath, his voice was still peaceful, but his bright eyes were already flooded with tears.

He is recounting the past that has been buried in his heart for a long time, and the past that he has never told anyone.

He looked calm, but every word that came out of his mouth, who knew that it was the pain of a bloody blade cutting through his heart?

"A person who has no relatives will wake up every day from the nightmare of self-blame for not being able to take revenge, and every night he can only look up at the stars and let the tears slide down his cheeks. You know what it's like?"

Luo Changfeng suddenly raised his eyes.

Those tearful eyes looked directly at Yingtian, holding the long sword in his hand, and pointing directly at him.

His heart was deeply touched by Luo Changfeng's eyes for a moment, Yi Hongxuan stretched out his hand and pressed down the trembling sword of Ying Tian.

Luo Changfeng wiped away his tears and smiled bitterly: "Life is better than death! I was only thirteen years old at that time, but I realized that life in the world is worse than death!"

"The academy is a second home for me, the teacher and the senior brother are my dearest relatives, and the dean and you are my clansmen! When the family suffered a great enemy, you let me leave and let me stay away from that ...... That once made me think that I had found warmth, a place where my soul was placed for a second time!"

"I'm afraid of death, I'm afraid of death. I'm afraid that when I face death, I haven't avenged that sea of blood. But I'm even more scared, when I've taken revenge...... Homeless again!"

"I am afraid that the academy, which has flourished for thousands of years, will become a scorched ruin in a thunderstorm! I am afraid that our former classmates, who used to study and cultivate the Tao, and laugh together, will become dry bones and ...... that no one has buried in the ruins."

"Say no more!"

Yi Hongxuan couldn't cry for a long time.

She clutched her ears and shook her head frantically.

Luo Changfeng's words were like knives in her heart.

She pressed her hands on Ying Tian's shoulders, and cried in a hoarse voice: "Ying Tian, let's go back, shall we go back?" We are orphans, and the academy is our home......

Yi Hongxuan snuggled up in Ying Tian's arms and cried.

Ying Tian gritted his teeth.

Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Luo Changfeng was looking at him, looking at him quietly.

Ying Tian's heart was still tormented, but he still insisted: "We can go back, but you can't, you are the inheritance of the academy!"

Luo Changfeng shouted angrily: "You are so confused!"

"The academy is not a one-person academy, the academy is everyone's academy! I am the inheritance of the academy! You are! The matchmaker is! Xiao Lingtong, Yan Xi, Xingzhi, and those classmates who were escorted away by Jiang Manlou are! As long as they don't die! Even if one escapes, the inheritance of the academy will not be shattered!"

"Do you understand?"

Luo Changfeng shook his sleeves angrily.

He turned around and wanted to jump into the carriage.

"Wait. ”

Luo Changfeng turned his head and looked at Ying Tian.

The latter was silent for a moment.

Then he lowered his head to wipe away the tears on his cheeks for Yi Hongxuan.

Ying Tian looked at Luo Changfeng again, with determination in his eyes.

"I'll drive. ”

……

There was a loud bang in front of the academy.

Accompanied by the roar, there were one tragic sound after another.

The twenty-eight forest pavilions in the Wisdom Forest all collapsed.

Fifty-six Tsing Yi teachers fell in a pool of blood.

In the dust, ten figures walked into the gate of the courtyard that said 'Bodhi Academy', which had been destroyed by countless years of wind and rain, but was as new as ever.

Then the gate of the academy collapsed!