The disciples were in a heavy mood when they saw the third senior brother shaking his head.

During this time, the head of the sect took good care of them, and among the disciples, the lowest cultivation level has reached the tenth stage of qi induction.

Most of the credit for this is due to the owner's unsparing supply of resources.

In the eyes of the disciples, the head of the sect took care of them like a brother and a father, and he had already regarded the arrogant immortal sect as his home.

And now the head is gone.

Painting Xiaowan threw herself on Cheng Mo's 'remains', and Douda's tears dripped uncontrollably.

The head asked her before, what is the purpose of cultivation, Hua Xiaowan is bent on revenge, but she can't have this opportunity without a spiritual root, but Cheng Mo gave her this opportunity, and Hua Xiaowan only has a deep sense of gratitude to Cheng Mo.

Now that the head of the family is gone, the disciples seem to have lost their backbone.

Shi Ran Bing said: "Let's prepare, let the head of the sect enter the soil for peace, and all the disciples will wear linen and filial piety for the head of the sect for a month." Xiao Xun, Su Xiaotian went to the bottom of the mountain to buy a good coffin and filial piety clothes and came back. ”

The head is gone, and Shi Ran Bing, as a big disciple, has to stand up and preside over everything.

In the afternoon.

Cheng Mo lay peacefully in the coffin, and the disciples took off their school uniforms one by one and put on filial piety clothes, and knelt in the hall with tears on their faces.

Shi Ran Bing looked at Cheng Mo in the coffin, and thought back to the scene on the day he entered, and he didn't know what he had joined this sect because of something, maybe this is what the God of Wisdom said at the beginning of his own fate.

All the disciples gathered in the main hall to guard Cheng Mo's spirit, and there was no word all night, only the sound of sobbing came from the hall from time to time.

Two days later, four male disciples carried Cheng Mo's coffin to the back mountain, while the eldest disciples, the second disciples, and the third disciples stood at the front with serious expressions.

Shi Ran Bing said: "Buried." ”

Then all the disciples were busy together, buried Cheng Mo's coffin, erected a tombstone, and the head of the arrogant immortal faction, Cheng Mo's tomb.

Night, that is, the third day of Cheng Mo's elixir.

The aura in the coffin was rampant, so thick that it almost turned into substance, and after a while, it poured into Cheng Mo's limbs and hundreds of remains.

"Ding, the host threatens contact, and the suspended animation state disappears. ”

Cheng Mo also regained consciousness at this time, but his body couldn't move for half a minute, and he only felt a tingling pain all over his body, which was very painful, and Cheng Mo almost died in pain.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for breaking through the ninth stage of the martial disciple. ”

"Ding, the epic quest is open, please help draw Xiaowan to take revenge and destroy the Iron Fist Sect of the Eighth Stream Sect, the task time limit is 10 days. ”

The power of the elixir gradually disappeared, and Cheng Mo was finally able to move.

When I opened my eyes, it was pitch black.

Try to look up.

Boom!

Bumped into something, but Cheng Mo was very strange, because he didn't feel pain.

"me, where is this?"

Cheng Mo then touched around and said, "Who buried this seat? Could it be that Shi Ran Bing wants to usurp power and bury this seat alive?"

Just when Cheng Mo was making up for it, the system said, "Host, don't eat indiscriminately next time." ”

Cheng Mo was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"Do you know how much medicinal power that elixir is pregnant, at that time, the system had no choice but to let you enter a state of suspended animation to consume medicinal power. ”

"How powerful that elixir is, I'm afraid you can't think of it, just take Shi Ran Bing as an example, give it to her, she can break through to Emperor Wu in an instant. ”

Cheng Mo: "Isn't that a waste of an elixir? If this is eaten by Shi Ran Bing, this seat will not walk sideways here in the future? No, since this medicinal power is so powerful, why is this seat only promoted to the ninth rank of martial artist after taking it? Even if I have a poor spiritual root, I won't only improve it by this point." ”

Cheng Mo directly grasped the crux of the problem.

The system said: "Because the host needs to complete an epic task to break through the great realm." ”

Cheng Mo's eyes narrowed slightly: "That means that it is because of you that this seat cannot break through, right? So you dragged me down?"

The system was very angry and said: "Host, as a human being, you have to be reasonable, if it weren't for this system, would you be able to get the pill?"

Although this is the case, Cheng Mo still feels very uncomfortable, as if he was about to enter the marriage hall, hold hands with his beloved, and be happy for a lifetime, but when he exchanged rings, someone suddenly came and said, she is pregnant with my child, and she can't marry you.

That's how it feels.

"The host doesn't have to feel lost, the system has poured all the excess medicinal power of the elixir into your body, what is the specific level of your current physical strength, the system can't estimate it now, you need to test the strength. ”

Cheng Mo also felt this, the moment he got up and wanted to look up, Cheng Mo felt that his strength was surprisingly strong, and he didn't feel any pain when he hit his head.

Since he was buried because of fake death, doesn't that mean that the disciples are very sad now?

How can this seat make my dear disciple cry sadly.

Cheng Mo wasn't sure where he was buried at this time, so he had to try to raise his hands and push upward, he didn't dare to use too much force, but he also had the strength level of the previous twelve stages of qi induction, but he found that he didn't push it.

"Where did these disciples bury themselves?"

Cheng Mo had no choice but to clench his fists and exert himself.

Boom!

A hard punch upwards.

The tomb exploded in an instant, and dust was everywhere.

The hundred disciples guarding the tomb outside were completely dumbfounded at the moment.

Su Xiaotian cried and shouted: "Who assassinated the head of my family is not enough, and he still came to blow up the tomb, and he won't let the head of my family die quietly?"

Wang Lingxuan and Shi Ran Bing used their spiritual power to look at the tomb vigilantly, and the two of them felt that this matter must not be so simple.

When the dust cleared, Cheng Mo slowly walked out of the tomb, and saw that most of the disciples had tears on their faces, and their faces were slightly haggard, Cheng Mo was very heartbroken.

"Disciples, don't be sad, this seat is not dead. ”

The disciples had never heard of a person who could be resurrected after death, and they all turned their heads to look at the senior sister.

Shi Ran Bing said: "Who are you?"

The power fluctuation of Cheng Mo's punch in the coffin just now, Shi Ran Bing felt it, this kind of power is not possessed by the weak chicken head of his own family,

Cheng Mo looked down at his clothes, didn't understand what was going on with this big disciple and said, "This seat Cheng Mo, dyed ice, are you feverish or sick?"

Saying that, Cheng Mo pointed to his face and said, "Look at this handsome face, it's so handsome, you can't forget it." ”

Only then did the disciples and Shi Ran Bing confirm that such a narcissistic person is indeed the head of his own family, yes.

Wang Lingxuan said: "Three days ago, the disciple probed the pulse of the head of the house and found that there was no fluctuation, so he thought that the head of the house had passed away, and he hoped that the head of the house would not be blamed, but the head of the house, what happened here?"