The group set off for the southwest of the Holy Land.

When passing through a hanging island.

Pieces of paper money flew from above, and the voice of an old man talking to himself could be faintly heard.

Yan Feiqing muttered in his heart: "Is it really dead?"

Along the way, I saw that many people were burning paper money.

"Counting up, today is Xia Qingchen's first seven. The deputy holy lord sighed with emotion: "Later, I will also burn some paper money for him." ”

Yan Feiqing sneered: "He's still quite a popular person, everyone is dead, and so many people still miss him?"

But I don't see it with my own eyes.

He didn't believe that Xia Qingchen died.

After a cup of tea.

Cemetery of the Holy Land.

But all the people of the Holy Land are buried here after they die.

They came to one of the mausoleums.

A tombstone is impressively carved with the words "Xia Qingchen's Tomb".

Yan Feiqing believed that Xia Qingchen was really dead.

The tombstone has been erected for a few days.

The people of the Nebula Holy Land will never be able to pinch and calculate, and they know in advance that he Yan Feiqing will come, right?

Looking at his well-dressed mound, Yan Feiqing laughed: "The surname Xia is really a wicked person who has his own harvest!

"You, you deserve to die!"

The faces of the Deputy Holy Masters suddenly sank.

"Human death is great, Yan Feiqing, you give me enough to stop!" the Deputy Holy Lord shouted angrily.

Xia Qingchen has made indelible contributions to the Nebula Holy Land.

How can a villain slander his spirit in heaven?

Yan Feiqing bared his teeth and smiled: "What's wrong with me? I'm just telling the truth! Moreover, this kind of person is not worthy of being buried in the Holy Land Mausoleum at all!"

As he spoke, in the midst of the wrath of the multitude.

With a palm in the air, he used star power to blow up the entire clothed mound.

Inside, Xia Qingchen's clothes were all blown up and scattered everywhere.

"You are presumptuous!!" the Deputy Saint Lord was furious, glared, and stepped forward to slap him.

Yan Feiqing was not only not afraid, but also leaned his face over, bared his teeth and said, "Come on, you can try to beat me?"

The Vice-Saint Lord's palm was raised in the air, but he couldn't fight it.

He can not do with the quota of the Ancient Soul Fruit.

However, Yan Feiqing is now the envoy of Xiahou Shenmen.

It represents the Xiahou Divine Gate!

Beating him is to openly beat Xiahou Shenmen.

Yan Feiqing sneered: "If you give you a hundred guts, you won't dare to fight!"

His nostrils snorted, and he walked down the mountain with his hands down, and said, "Let's go, let's go and see other places!"

The crowd was furious.

At this moment, I can't wait to slap one person and slap him to death.

However, who made him a villain?

Right now.

A man and a dog, two afterimages rushed from outside the cemetery.

It is the revenge and Zhang Lianxing who guarded the mausoleum for Xia Qingchen.

They are preparing for tonight's first seven.

As soon as he came over with two stacks of paper money on his back, he heard an explosion in the cemetery.

Hurriedly walked to the gate of the cemetery to take a look, and found that it was Xia Qingchen's clothes and mound that were broken!

"Who? who did it?" said Lian Xing, who threw down the paper money on his shoulder, and also ripped off the snow-white mourning clothes on his body.

The little face of the loss is full of anger.

The hate's eyes were red, and he walked around the ruined mausoleum, sniffing fiercely.

Then he stared at Yan Feiqing.

"It's you!!" Qiu Qiu pounced like crazy!

Yan Feiqing was taken aback.

Hurriedly stepped back.

He is not afraid of the Vice-Lord and other strong people, because they are rational and do not dare to do anything to them.

But, he's now facing a mad dog!

I won't tell him about the gains and losses.

"You all stop it for me!" Yan Feiqing hid behind the Deputy Holy Lord and hurriedly instructed the elders.

The crowd clenched their fists and remained indifferent.

Now that you know you're scared?

Why weren't you afraid of destroying someone's owner's mausoleum just now?

Yan Feiqing shouted: "You can not stop it, but if I lose a single hair, I want your Nebula Holy Land to be razed to the ground!!"

So.

The Deputy Holy Lord and the others reluctantly stretched out their hands to stop the enemy: "Hatred, please calm down." ”

Qiu Qiu's eyes were bloodshot, and thick phlegm flowed from his toothless mouth.

It's really crazy, and it's extremely hideous.

"What can I do to calm down? Before the bones of the dust master are cold, this beast will ruin his clothes and mounds!! Let go, I will bite him to death!!"

Hearing the crazy roar of the enemy, the deputy holy lord and the others felt a pain in their hearts.

Why don't they want to shoot this little beast to death?

But can it?

The Deputy Holy Lord waved his hand: "Take it down." ”

The two elders left the cemetery with their hatred.

But the hatred was captured, and the mercy star had already circled to the side.

In a pair of eyes, a cold light condensed.

Taking advantage of the fact that they were attracted by hatred, they suddenly launched their body techniques and punched Yan Feiqing.

The fierce and terrifying power frightened Yan Feiqing's heart to miss a beat.

Fortunately, the Deputy Holy Lord squeezed Zhang Lianxing's fist.

The remnants of the punch came to the face.

knocked off Yan Feiqing's hair crown.

Large swaths of black hair were all swept off by the energy and sprinkled all over the ground.

Yan Feiqing was extremely afraid.

It's just punching.

If he is hit, this life must be given here.

Frightened is replaced by anger.

"Cheap thing, you dare to hurt me?" Yan Feiqing raised his palm and slapped it towards Zhang Lianxing's cheek.

However, he was also blocked by the deputy saint master.

There was uncontrollable anger on his face, and he forced himself to calm down, and said, "Yan Feiqing, you have made enough trouble today, don't push people too much!"

Xia Qingchen has been sacrificed.

If the Nebula Holy Land can't even protect the handmaidens he left behind, how can he be worthy of his spirit in the sky?

But Yan Feiqing thought that he was the special envoy of Xiahou Shenmen.

How could there ever be a little nebula holy land in his eyes?

"What about forcing you?" Yan Feiqing pushed his arm away, and pointed his fierce index finger at Zhang Lianxing's nose: "Let me tell you, if you don't kill this cheap embryo today, your Nebula Holy Land will not only have an ancient soul fruit quota, but you won't want to gain a foothold in the future!"

He was unscrupulous to the extreme.

It's like it's starting to threaten.

At this moment, the Deputy Holy Lord and the others finally felt it.

What Xiahou Shenmen gave them this time was not an opportunity, but a disaster.

"Yan Feiqing, I warn you one last time, don't force us. The Vice-Lord's fists clenched and creaked.

He has endured to the extreme.

However, Yan Feiqing had already settled on them.

He sneered, pointed at the deputy holy master's nose and scolded: "Can't help it? I'm sorry, I can't help but bear with Lao Tzu! I'm the special envoy of Xiahou Shenmen, what do you want to do with me?"

The look, the gesture.

Don't be afraid of the sky and the earth!

The Vice-Saint Lord's eyes were gloomy, the last time he was so desperate to kill someone was twenty years ago.

But as he said, Yan Feiqing is still a special envoy of Xiahou Shenmen for a day, and he can't hurt a single hair of his hair for a day.

"Don't you dare to move, do you? Then don't fart here and do what I say!" Yan Feiqing swore not to give up: "Bring me a stick, I have to beat this little slut to death today!"

He looked like crazy.

It's as if your self-esteem has been hurt and if you don't retaliate, you'll be looked down upon.

At this moment, no one answered.

But no one dared to resist.

Until, a cold word resounded in the empty cemetery.

"Who gave you the guts to kill my man?"

That familiar voice made everyone present tremble!

They looked at each other in unison.

Entrance to the cemetery.

A young man in blue light clothes came with a negative hand.

He stepped on the stairs, his knees clearly unmoved, but his figure flickered forward like a teleport!

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