Maritime.

At a glance, it is either the blue sky, or the blue sweat, or the horizon in the distance, which is so monotonous that it makes people collapse.

Because it is carried by ship, it takes a long distance to travel from Italy to Africa.

Three days later.

Yang Chen and the people of the Shura Hall finally stepped on the ground with both feet.

Vehicles have long been ready at the port.

The group drove the car and quickly rushed to the first elementary school.

From the afternoon until the afternoon of the next day, they arrived at the No. 1 Elementary School.

However, when he came to the school, Yang Chen felt that something was wrong.

All were in the first elementary school and were not scattered elsewhere.

After getting out of the car, Yang Chen found Meng Po and asked, "Did they do it?"

Meng Po glanced at Yang Chen and nodded, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes.

"What's going on?" Yang Chen had a bad premonition in his heart.

Meng Po took a deep breath, looked at Yang Chen, and said, "Master, go to the Shangqing Sect to have a look, they ...... Three people were sacrificed. ”

Hearing this, Yang Chen's brows couldn't help but lock.

Although Yang Chen had been prepared for this matter for a long time, he couldn't help but feel a little sad when he heard such a result.

No matter what kind of contradictions he had with the Shangqing Sect before, the Shangqing Sect's move of sending charcoal in the snow really moved Yang Chen's heart.

Plus these people followed him, even if it was his soldiers.

Sacrificing anyone is an unshirkable responsibility to him.

Immediately, Yang Chen turned around, walked out of the room, and walked towards the side of the Shangqing Sect's lounge.

Walking to the door, Yang Chen felt a sad aura coming from inside.

The weather was hot and the body could not be stored, so it had to be cremated immediately and put in an urn.

Yang Chen saw the urn placed on the altar inside at the door.

Not even a photo of them.

Not even a single incense.

Yes, it was just a silent mourning from their sect masters and brothers.

Some people are also silently shedding tears.

Seeing Yang Chen, Shang Yuan immediately stood up, walked up to Yang Chen, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Yang, you're back." ”

Shangyuan, who had experienced the battle, finally understood what Yang Chen's words meant.

No matter how powerful the cultivation is, if you can't fight, you will die, and even die on buying those who have not cultivated at all.

Are those people strong?

Shangyuan asked himself, it was not strong at all.

He wanted to admit it, but his face was hot.

I want to deny it, but it's a bloody reality.

It is precisely because of these realities that his three juniors and disciples paid the price of their lives!

As Yang Chen said, they all live in greenhouses and can't withstand the wind and rain.

Now just after experiencing one such battle, facing death, what if the battle is more severe?

Will they all be wiped out?

Shangyuan didn't dare to imagine.

Yang Chen walked to the table, looked at the three urns placed on the table, and was silent for a long time.

At this time, Zi Xiu, Yang Cao, and Dongzi also rushed over.

They knew that the last thing Yang Chen wanted to face was these things, and the last thing they could see was life and death.

Yang Chen stood in front of the urn for a long time, and said in a deep voice: "All assemble, change clothes, and hold a funeral!"

When everyone in the Shura Hall heard this, they couldn't help but stand up straight, their faces became serious, and they turned around to change their clothes.

But Shangyuan stopped: "Mr. Yang, I'm afraid this won't work, our disciples of the Shangqing Sect, their ashes are going to be brought back to the sect, and only when they are buried in the sect can they be regarded as returning to their roots!"

"I understand!" Yang Chen said in a deep voice: "You can not be buried here, but the ceremony must be carried out!"

Zi Xiu hurriedly said: "This is a ritual of our Shura Palace, since they are sacrificed for our Shura Palace, that is, the people of our Shura Palace, there should still be a ceremony!"

Shangyuan nodded when he heard this, and didn't stop again.

Ye Xin saw Meng Po handing Yang Chen a suit, so he couldn't help but walk over, looked at the clothes in Yang Chen's hand, and touched the material again, knowing that this was an Italian handmade suit, an absolute high-end product.

But she didn't understand, why should she wear such an expensive suit now?

"What is this going to do?" Ye Xin asked puzzled.

Yang Chen glanced at her and said in a deep voice, "Do you have black clothes for the funeral of those sacrificed brothers?"

Ye Xin nodded, she brought a long black dress when she came.

"Then put it on, and come with me in a moment. Yang Chen looked at Ye Xin gently.

Ye Xin nodded obediently.

Half an hour later.

Everyone in the Shura Hall was dressed in black suits.

Everyone in the Shangqing Sect was dressed in a robe.

Ye Xin and Meng Po were wearing long black dresses.

A group of people marched mightily towards Kilimanjaro.

The mountain is very high, and the higher you go, the colder it gets.

On the edge of the cliff on the mountainside, there is a cemetery.

This was specially developed by the Shura Temple.

It was used to bury their fallen brothers.

At this time, it seems that the cliff edge is densely packed with graves, which looks quite shocking.

Ye Xin was also surprised, she didn't expect that the Shura Hall would sacrifice so many people.

"Open the tomb!" Yang Chen said in a deep voice.

Zi Xiu handed over an iron pickaxe.

Yang Chen walked to a planned position, smashed down with a pickaxe, and lifted a stone.

Then he came to another position and drove a stone in the same motion.

A total of three locations were chosen, and three stones were opened.

Then Yang Chen handed the iron pickaxe to Shangyuan and said in a deep voice: "Open the way for our brothers!"

Looking at Yang Chen's serious expression, Shangyuan couldn't help but be stunned.

He slowly took the iron pickaxe, feeling that it was extremely heavy, as if it was bearing the weight of life.

Shangyuan understands that this iron pickaxe bears respect for the deceased and good wishes.

Shangyuan took the iron pickaxe, took a deep breath, came to the planned cemetery, and said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, senior brother will send you the last ride!"

After speaking, Shangyuan smashed down with a pickaxe and lifted a stone.

After making the three cemeteries one by one, he handed the iron pickaxe to the next brother of the Shangqing Sect.

One by one, the three of them who sacrificed their lives. ’

Soon, the outline of the cemetery was opened.

In the end, after they had all done purple cultivation and poplar grass, Yang Chen handed the manuscript to Meng Po.

Meng Po nodded and stepped forward to do the same.

Finally, Meng Po came to Ye Xin and handed the iron pickaxe to Ye Xin.

Ye Xin looked at Yang Chen hesitantly.

Yang Chen said in a deep voice: "Go ahead, after all, you have also led them to fight, and you are also the holy daughter of the Shangqing Sect." They have chosen to sleep here, and they should be entitled to your blessing. ”

Ye Xin nodded when he heard this, walked over with an iron pickaxe, and said in a deep voice: "Although I have not been in the Shangqing Sect for a long time, I am still the holy daughter of the Shangqing Sect. Then, as a holy woman, I will tell you that you are the pride of the Shangqing Sect, and the Shura Temple will always remember your kindness. You are all heroes, saving not only children, but also hope for the future, go well!"

Bite!

(End of chapter)