readx;? After Ning Fuchen built the foundation, he was more proficient in comprehending the wind momentum, and as soon as he went out, he took He Wanyun into the air, and with the help of the wind, he swept out dozens of zhang, and his divine consciousness merged into the wind, constantly amplifying. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He Wanyun couldn't help but be surprised when she saw that Ning Fuchen could fly without a flying sword.

The divine consciousness gradually merged with the wind, and the two of them floated in the air, like a fallen leaf flying in the wind.

From Jinjiazhuang to Mocheng, it is only dozens of kilometers, and it will arrive in a short time.

The powerful divine sense covered the entire Mo City, and he didn't even find the breath of the Jin family's father and daughter.

Ning Fuchen hid his figure and took He Wanyun's cub around Mocheng in a low altitude.

It had been determined that there was no Jin family father and daughter in Mocheng, and Ning Fuchen felt a faint sense of unease.

To the north is a big mountain, is it in the mountains? The body shook, and flew towards the mountains, and sure enough, a familiar breath came.

It turned out that after the head of the Mo family saw that Ning Fuchen was sucked into the enchantment by the power sucking stone, he sent people to wait in the valley day and night, but he didn't expect that after guarding for more than a month, there was no movement, and the patriarch finally lost his patience.

The funeral of the third prince of Mo is about to be held, and according to custom, he must do 7749 days of ritual at home before he can be buried.

Now that the innate master has been confirmed to be dead, this funeral is not so simple.

The head of the Mo family was thinking about the funeral of his third son, when he suddenly received a report that there was a woman at the mouth of the valley who was paying tribute to Mo Tianshan, claiming to be Mo Tianshan's fiancée.

At this time, the only prefecture-level martial artist of the Mo family said: "Patriarch, the third prince was killed for this woman. ”

"Oh, what's going on?"

"The third prince has always liked Jin Wenwen of the Jin family, and this time he also went to see Jin Wenwen and found that she already had a fiancé, so he was furious for a while, lost his mind, and had a conflict with the Jin family. ”

"It's really unreasonable, since the third prince likes this woman so much, then catch it and bury it for San'er, and fulfill his wish before his death. ”

"That's great, I'll do it right away. ”

When the prefecture-level martial artist heard that the patriarch wanted to arrest Jin Wenwen to accompany the third prince to the funeral, he naturally agreed, the third prince has always been his favorite disciple, this time many yellow-level martial artists were killed by Ning Fuchen, and his face was also gloomy, and he had long wanted to find an opportunity to save some face.

"Is that woman still in the valley?"

"Report Master, it's still there. ”

"Bring someone to get her back right away. ”

It naturally didn't take much trouble to catch an unarmed weak woman, and after a while, Jin Wenwen and Jin Shaoyou were brought into the hall by several yellow-level martial artists.

"Lock it up first, and after three days, the woman will bury her three sons, and this old immortal will kill the grave. ”

"Wenwen. Jin Laoshuang burst into tears.

"Grandpa, I've got you covered. Jin Wenwen was not much afraid, and passed away calmly: "I believe that bad people will always be punished." ”

On the third day, Yahuan came over and changed Jin Wenwen into a set of festive red clothes, covered with a red hijab, and a sedan chair carried Jin Wenwen and followed behind the funeral procession of Mo Sangongzi.

This funeral is very special, the front is a white filial piety dress, the back is indeed red and festive style, a line of hundreds of people, blowing and blowing, the mighty and mighty to the north mountain, both sides of the street is even more lively, Mocheng ten rooms and nine empty, all came to see the lively.

"People are dead, and they are buried with a cushion. ”

"Yes, what age is this, and this kind of immoral funeral is still used. ”

"What a good girl, buried alive like this?"

"I heard you're only fifteen?"

"What kind of iniquity is this? ”

A group of people came to the depths of the mountain, after more than 40 days of preparation, a long more than ten zhang, wide four or five zhang of the underground palace has been completed, all sides are granite, the east and west sides are the ear chambers, which are full of all kinds of precious ornaments.

In the middle is a large sarcophagus, which is carved with various patterns, and is flanked by some terracotta figurines.

Under the sarcophagus, there is also a wooden coffin, which was prepared by the Mo family for Jin Wenwen.

The patriarch looked at the sun above his head and snorted coldly: "When the time comes, bury." ”

Suddenly, the artillery battles all around rang out, and more than 100 monks chanted loudly, and the scene was very spectacular.

After putting the body of the third prince of Mo into the sarcophagus and closing the lid of the coffin, the patriarch finally showed his hideous face: "Bury the concubine Jin Wenwen with you." ”

"Wenwen, Wenwen. When Jin Lao saw that the maid of the Mo family pushed Jin Wenwen, who was tied up with five flowers, to the edge of the stone pit, he couldn't help but cry and was heartbroken.

"Don't worry, old thing, it's your turn soon, buryed. ”

Jin Wenwen looked at her grandfather, who was also tied like a zongzi, and couldn't help but burst into tears, but unfortunately her mouth was blocked and she couldn't make a sound.

Jin Wenwen was pushed into the wooden coffin, looking at the coffin lid sealed, Jin Shaoyou finally fainted.

"Fill in the earth and prepare for the sacrifice. The person in charge next to him shouted, and hundreds of migrant workers started together, and suddenly the sand and soil flew, and the two coffins were quickly submerged in the soil.

When the executioner pushed Jin Shaoyou down in front of the stone pit and raised his knife to make a move, suddenly the wind and clouds suddenly changed, dark clouds rolled in the sky, and thunder and lightning flashed in an instant.

Everyone looked at the sky suspiciously, what was going on at this time? This day has become too fast, isn't it, the sun is still shining just now?

Suddenly, there was a thunderclap, and a thunderbolt fell from the sky, slashing right above the patriarch's head.

Everyone looked at the patriarch who had been scorched by thunder in amazement, and someone screamed: "Oh no, the patriarch has been struck by lightning, run." ”

When the executioner saw it, where did he dare to kill, he dropped the butcher knife and ran, and the field was suddenly in chaos.

A white light flashed, and the ground-level master suddenly felt a dangerous aura, and immediately pulled out his long knife and shouted: "Mo family martial artist, form a formation." ”

As soon as the words fell, Bai Guang had already arrived, and the long knife of the ground-level master was squared, and with a poof, the long knife was cut into two sections.

The white light continued unabated, and a huge head rose into the sky, blood spurting wildly.

The white light flickered, and dozens of yellow-level martial artists of the Mo family fell to the ground one after another, and everyone scattered and fled, only hating their father and mother for missing two legs.

Jin Shaoyou had already woken up at this time, and he was also stunned when he looked at this tragic situation.

Suddenly, there was another loud bang, and all the dirt in the stone pit that had been filled in was washed away, and the two coffins flew out of the pit automatically, and landed next to it smoothly, but the coffin lid fell to the side.

Jin Shaoyou looked up and saw Ning Fuchen holding He Wanyun in one hand like a fairy, slowly falling from the sky. (To be continued.) )