Elder Slash Wind raised his hand and tried to pat Mo Junrong on the shoulder.

"Junrong, Feng'er has gone, you have to mourn, don't hurt your body......"

As soon as his palm touched Mo Junrong's shoulder, Mo Junrong suddenly raised his head and shouted: "Impossible, Feng'er is not dead!"

She's not dead, she's just asleep, just asleep......"

At the same time, Mo Junrong's body exploded with a majestic energy, which was no less powerful than the explosion of fire and thunder.

The visible shock wave tore through his robe, shattered the jade crown that bound his hair, and lifted the white cloth off the other two stretchers.

Elder Blade Wind couldn't dodge, and was hit by this powerful impact, and retreated two feet away with a muffled snort.

As far as Slash Wind was concerned, this shockwave didn't hurt him, but only made his body feel a little uncomfortable temporarily.

In normal times, his irritable and impulsive temper would have already exploded.

But now, for the sake of his apprentice, he forcibly suppressed the idea of getting angry, and stepped forward again to appease Mo Junrong.

However, Blade Slash didn't know that Mo Junrong's sudden release of qi impact was not because of the grief in his heart.

Mo Junrong just wanted to borrow this method and lift the white cloth with the remaining two stretchers.

He wanted to know who the extra corpse was, whether it would be Lin Zou.

The corner of his eye quickly flicked in the direction of the stretcher, and Mo Junrong's heart suddenly became happy.

Although one of the corpses was extremely tattered, it could be judged from the clothes that it was a bandit cultivator under Lin Zou.

As long as it's not Lin Zou, his plan can still be implemented smoothly.

Mo Junrong hugged Mo Feng'er's body and continued to cry bitterly, he now needed a step to vent his emotions on revenge.

And according to his knowledge of the master, the master hates cowardly people.

In the end, I will definitely use words to provoke myself, and those words are the best step.

Sure enough, after a continuous time of appeasing the five incense sticks, the blade slashed the wind and couldn't hold back his emotions.

Suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Mo Junrong, you sober me up!"

You are not only a demon envoy, but also a talented disciple of our Wen Sword Sect, and your future is limitless.

Take out your strong will, what's the use of crying, and go to avenge Feng'er.

Do you understand, revenge!"

came, finally waited, Mo Junrong waited for the blade to say this.

His body shook violently, as if he had been hit by a slap in the face, and the surface of his body bloomed with vigorous light.

An extremely strong killing intent emerged from the pores of his body, slowly blowing his scattered hair.

"Yes, revenge, I should avenge Feng'er. ”

Mo Junrong muttered to himself, gently flattened Mo Feng'er, and then stood up and faced Elder Blade Wind.

"Master, you're right, I can't cry. ”

He raised his hand that was covered with dust on the ground and wiped the tears from his cheeks indiscriminately: "I want to avenge Feng'er, my fiancée, and my woman!"

The muscles on Mo Junrong's face tightened one by one, and his face was distorted to look extremely hideous.

His pupils glowed with a ferocious and bloodthirsty light, like a hungry wolf.

Such momentum and reaction were appreciated by the blade, and he nodded in agreement.

Immediately after, Mo Junrong seemed to have thought of something, and strode towards the sect master Jian Hua.

Clenching his fists, Mo Junrong said: "Mo Junrong hereby implores the sect master to allow me to lead the demon righteous qi team to leave the sect.

Avenge Mo Feng'er, avenge those righteous men who sacrificed!"

Blade Birch didn't answer immediately, and he could see that he was a little hesitant.

If Mo Junrong is allowed to leave the sect with the team, then who will be responsible for the affairs of the Demon Palace, and the three major sects will always have an agent.

Seeing that the sect master did not speak, Mo Junrong knelt on the ground very simply, hugged his fists and said, "Sect Master, please agree to Mo Junrong's request!"

If I can't take revenge in this life, this demon will make me inappropriate, even if I search the world alone, I will find the demon and kill it with my own hands!"

Mo Junrong's hard-working performance finally mobilized the emotions of the audience.

Those disciples of the Wen Sword Sect spoke one after another, begging Blade Hua to satisfy Mo Junrong.

And the disciples of the other sects of the Demon Punishment Righteous Qi also began to discuss and persuade, hoping that the Wen Sword Sect could let the Demon Punishment Envoy lead everyone to avenge all the sacrificed righteous soldiers.

Jian Hua glanced at the stretcher, Mo Feng'er's corpse was not fake.

Since Mo Junrong is bent on avenging his loved ones, it is not a way for him to force him to stay in the Demon Punishment Palace, so let him be fulfilled.

Finally, Blade Birch nodded and agreed: "Okay, from today onwards, you are allowed to lead the Demon Killing Righteous Qi team to go out on a campaign."

However, during the period of leaving the sect, the affairs of the Demon Punishment Hall must be properly arranged, and if you can't do it, you can also hand it over to someone else to be responsible. ”

Hearing this, Mo Junrong was overjoyed, but he still had a sad and angry expression on his face.

He leaned down and knocked his head three times, and said loudly: "Sect Master Xie promises!"

Mo Junrong has nothing to repay, he will definitely carry forward the righteousness of the demons, so that the righteous spirit will spread all over the world!"

After speaking, Mo Junrong kowtowed three more times, then slowly walked to the stretcher and gently picked up Mo Feng'er's body.

Blade Hua sighed and ordered: "Blade Cutting Wind, Mo Feng'er is your apprentice, so you will arrange the funeral." ”

The blade slashed the wind and hugged his fists to salute, indicating that he remembered the words of the sect master.

The crowd on the hillside gradually dispersed, and those cultivators who knew Mo Junrong came over to bow and salute before leaving, expressing their condolences to Mo Feng'er in his arms.

On the same day, Mo Junrong took Mo Feng'er back to the peak where the master lived and set up incense and candles there to hold a simple sacrificial ceremony.

The next day, a modest funeral was held on the mountain.

In addition to the apprentices under the name of Blade Slash, Hong Xiaohuan and the disciple who went to the Boundless Heavenly River together also rushed to participate.

The melodious sound of the flute sounded, accompanied by the mountain breeze like crying.

The coffin containing Mo Feng'er was slowly buried in the soil, and Mo Junrong stood on the side with tears falling like rain, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.

Hands of dirt were put on the cover, and finally a small dirt bag was piled up.

A disciple carried the bluestone tombstone that had been made overnight and firmly planted it on the grave.

The other disciples present walked slowly around the grave one after another, planting the flowers and plants in their hands on top of the soil bag in turn.

As the oldest and most senior person here, Elder Slash Wind held a pot of water and sprinkled it on the grave with a handful.

The drops of water rolled down between the soil, and he raised his head and shouted: "The flowers bloom in all seasons, the plants and trees are evergreen, the soul returns to heaven and earth, and rests in bliss......

Flowers bloom in all seasons, plants and trees are evergreen......"

After spilling a pot of water, Elder Slash Wind put down the copper kettle, walked to Mo Junrong's side and patted him on the shoulder.

comforted: "People can't be resurrected after death, and there is still a whole cloud sleeve waiting for you to save, and the matter of punishing demons must not be given up." ”

Mo Junrong wiped away the tears on his face and nodded vigorously at the master.

The other disciples left one after another, no longer disturbing Mo Junrong, leaving him room to vent his emotions.

(Thanks to hspansheng for the commuter pass o(* ̄) ̄*)o)