The Six Yang Returning Dust Palm is the secret of the Ziyang Palace, one palm out, up to six, hit six enemies at the same time, and the palm power is condensed, not slightly reduced by hitting several people. Zhu Wenchang wanted to find an opportunity to cook all five people with one palm, but with his current cultivation, he could only turn one into four at most, and Wen Feng was sitting in the distance, so this palm did not hit him. This supernatural power consumes the true element very much, and after the palm, it is inevitable that the strength will be insufficient. Zhu Wenchang saw the green axe coming quickly, knowing that this axe was sent by Wen Feng with hatred, and the power should not be underestimated, he just made a move Liuyang Returning to the Dust Palm, Zhenyuan is not as good as usual, this axe is really difficult to parry, and he wants to dodge, but Wen Feng's move is so fast, it is too late to dodge. In desperation, he had to sacrifice the green jade Linghua ruler to resist it. But when he heard a loud bang, Zhu Wenchang spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body slammed out of the house like an arrow. Wen Feng was in a hurry, and drilled out of the hole in the wall, and when he raised his eyes to look, he saw Zhu Wenchang flying away, and in a blink of an eye, he was already miles away. Wen Feng wanted to catch up, but after all, he had hope in his heart, gritted his teeth, and returned to the house.

He floated to the front of Changsun Wen's body, fell to his knees, and stretched out his fingers to catch his veins. Wen Feng has experienced countless life and death dangers in his life, he has always talked and laughed at the enemy, and never showed half of his timidity, but at this time, he was very scared in his heart, his fingers were only a few feet away from the pulse of the eldest grandson Wenquan, but it took a long time for his trembling fingers to touch his skin.

Under the touch, he felt that his pulse did not beat at all, his eyes were dark, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and picked up the body of the eldest grandson Wenquan, crying loudly. He had never shed a single tear since he had grown up, but now he cried like a child, crying so badly that even strangers who had nothing to do with it would cry bitterly.

Ye Lan heard Wen Feng crying so sadly, knowing that the eldest Sun Wenquan was dead, his heart was sour, and he wanted to cry, but he couldn't shed tears. I felt that I had no strength in my whole body, and my eyelids seemed to weigh 10,000 catties, and they were about to hang down slowly. He knew that he was going to die in a blink of an eye, and his heart was full of confusion and desolation. When the eyelids were about to close, a strong unwillingness suddenly surged in his chest, and he suddenly remembered something, and with all his strength, he took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, and wanted to pull the cork, but his arm did not obey the call anyway. He was anxious and wanted to call Wen Feng for help, so he tried to call a few times: "Wen ...... , Brother Wen!" But the sound was like a mosquito, Wen Feng was crying to himself, and he didn't hear it at all.

Ye Lan wanted to scream again, but his mouth couldn't open, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the porcelain bottle fell to the ground, rolled forward a few times, and happened to touch Wen Feng's feet. Wen Feng's body trembled, turned his head, and saw Ye Lan and Yan Zhuoran dying, his heart woke up, he gently put down the eldest grandson Wenquan, came to Ye Lan's body, stretched out his palm and pressed it on his chest, and slowly injected a trace of true yuan.

Ye Lan got the help of Wen Feng, and with a trace of strength, he reluctantly pointed to the porcelain bottle on the ground, and said weakly: "Medicine ......"

Wen Feng stretched out his hand, held the porcelain bottle in his hand, uncorked the bottle, and poured out two pills from the bottle. He saw that the pill was black and inconspicuous, and he really didn't believe that this medicine could save Ye Lan's life, but he couldn't do it left and right, so he might as well try it, so he stuffed a pill into Ye Lan's mouth. Unexpectedly, Ye Lan's injuries were too serious to swallow. Wen Feng lightly touched his throat, and the pill medicine entered his throat. He was about to put the second pill into his mouth, but when he saw Ye Lan pursed his mouth, he shook his head vigorously, and pointed his finger at Yan Zhuoran. Wen Hui thought, flashed in front of Yan Zhuoran, and gave him the rest of the pill. Yan Zhuoran's pupils were about to dilute, and as soon as the medicine entered the abdomen, the pupils contracted again, and after a while, the breathing gradually became even.

Wen Feng turned his head and looked at Ye Lan, seeing him crawl to the eldest grandson Wenquan, hugging the corpse, and crying bitterly. Wen Feng didn't expect this medicine to be so effective, so he endured his grief and said to Ye Lan: "Third brother, you meditate and breathe first, and it is important to stabilize your injuries!"

Ye Lan shook his head and said with a sob: "It's useless, my heart and meridians are broken, and I can't call a trace of true yuan, this medicine can only delay my life for a few days, but it is useless to treat injuries." ”

Wen Feng saw that Ye Lan's words were coherent, although his voice was full of grief, but he was no longer the appearance of being weak when he spoke, knowing that he had no worries about his life for the time being, the grief struck again, his eyes were cracked, blood and tears were flowing from the corners of his eyes, and his face was full of blood, and all his fluffy beard was dyed red, which was shocking to see.

Yan Zhuoran sat up slowly, and noticed that the five organs in his body were broken, and the meridians were destroyed. With such a serious injury, he should have died immediately, and he knew that the reason why he was still able to sit up was all because of the pill that Fang Cai Wenfeng gave him. After the pill was put into his abdomen, although he could not treat the injury, it became a vitality in his body, allowing him to regain his ability to move. Ye Lan said that this medicine can only prolong his life for a few days, and it is useless to heal his injuries, Yan Zhuoran compared the situation in his body, knew that what he said was true, and raised his eyes to see the two of them crying so sadly, and his heart was also gloomy.

Although Ye Lan and the eldest grandson Wenquan got along for a short time, they were extremely close to him. He grew up overseas, with few playmates, and only played with Ye Bing, Ye Xue and other sisters on weekdays, although he later met Xiaoqing, but he was also a little female dragon, and there was no good brother in his life. When he got acquainted with Wen Feng and the eldest grandson Wenquan, he felt that he had nothing to talk about with the two, and his heart was already very close, and later he became brothers with different surnames with the two of them in the volcano. After separating from the two, although it was only one month, he was already very missed, and he was overjoyed to see the two of them today, who knew that the farewell had not yet been described in detail, and the eldest grandson Wenquan had been separated forever. The more he thought about it, the more sad he became, and his tears were like bursting an embankment, and he couldn't stop it.

The pain in Wen Feng's heart was even more than Ye Lan, his parents died when he was a child, just because he was too young at the time and didn't know how to be sad. Later, when he grew up, he wandered and begged on the streets, went through the hot and cold world, and felt that he had a rotten life, and since he had nothing, he had nothing to lose, so he gradually developed a character that was not afraid of heaven and earth. Later, he was accepted as an apprentice by Qi Naiqian, and he was too weak, and for him, he finally had a place to call home. Although he didn't have much respect for Qi Naqian in his mouth, he regarded him as his father in his heart. Qi Naiqian received a lot of disciples, and the disciples either disliked Wen Feng's life experience, or hated his lazy and scoundrel temperament, and most of them did not have a good relationship with him. Later, Qi Naiqian accepted the eldest grandson Wen Quan as an apprentice, but Wen Feng somehow fell in love with this scholar-like junior disciple, and everything was taken care of him. Although he regarded Taixumen as his home in his heart, there were countless disciples under Taixumen, and he couldn't make friends with each other, and only regarded Qi Naiqian and Changsun Wenquan as relatives. He has someone to care about, he also has concern, Qi Naiqian is a master of the Chaos Realm, as long as the old man is not dizzy and wants to become an immortal, rashly going to cause the desolate catastrophe, he doesn't have to worry about him as an apprentice. Therefore, Wen Fengtian is not afraid of the earth, and the only thing he is afraid of is that the eldest grandson Wenquan, the junior brother, has something to lose. This time, Zhu Wenchang invited the disciples who were familiar with each peak to go out to hunt for treasures, and Wen Feng was eager to cultivate because he was about to reach the Jindan realm, so he wanted to decline this matter. But the eldest grandson Wenquan saw that Mo Wenyao was also going down the mountain with Zhu Wenchang, and immediately wanted to go with him, but Wenfeng couldn't, so he embarked on this treasure hunt. I didn't expect the treasure hunt to be thrilling or dangerous, and in the battle of Senluo Palace, the eldest grandson Wenquan was only injured, and there was no major problem, and he survived all the disasters, but finally died in the hands of Zhu Wenchang for no explanation. Wen Feng held the palm of the eldest grandson Wenquan's slowly cooled hand, and the grief, doubt, remorse, and anger in his heart were mixed into a fire in his heart, burning his eyes red, and the blood and tears in his eyes fell to the ground one by one, gathering into a pool, flashing, like a piece of red jade.

The two of them dried their tears, but they didn't get up, so they sat next to Changsun Wen's whole body, without saying a word. And so he sat from evening till dawn, and from morning till evening, and on the third morning, the morning light came into the room through the hole in the wall, and shone on the people. Ye Lan's body trembled, and he raised his head blankly, seeing Yan Zhuoran sitting next to Lin Wenyong's body, his face was gray, but Lin Wenyong's body was covered with a white cloth, but he didn't know when Yan Zhuoran covered him.

Yan Zhuoran and Ye Lan glanced at each other, and said in a low voice: "Brother Ye, people can't be resurrected after death, I hope you can persuade Brother Wen to stop grieving, let's bury the two brothers quickly." ”

Ye Lan nodded, wanting to speak, but felt that his throat was swollen and painful, and he couldn't say anything. Yan Zhuoran stepped forward and said softly to Wen Feng: "Brother Wen, mourn! The weather is hot, we can't delay any longer, let's cremate the bodies of the two!"

Wen Feng jumped up suddenly, opened his arms, and protected the eldest grandson Wenquan behind him, his eyes glared at Yan Zhuoran like a wolf, and roared violently: "I see who dares to burn my brother!"

Yan Zhuoran was startled and took a step back. Suddenly saw Wen Feng's eyes blank, although he looked at himself, his pupils were empty, and he really didn't know where he was looking. Yan Zhuoran knew that he was too sad, and his mind was already out of order, afraid that he would hurt people violently, so he took a step back.

Wen Feng's body shook twice, and he saw clearly that the person in front of him was Yan Zhuoran, and the frenzy in his eyes slowly dissipated, replaced by a look of despair.

Ye Lan coughed twice, and said in a hoarse voice: "Big brother! Brother Yan is right. There is a way to go into the ground for peace, but if the second brother can't be buried in Taixu, he can't be blinded. If we don't cremate him, how can we bring his ashes back to Taixu Mountain?"

Wen Feng thought it was good, endured his grief, picked up the bodies of the eldest grandson Wenquan and Lin Wenyong respectively, moved them to the backyard of the inn, and set up two pyres in the courtyard and put the two of them on them.

There were guys and guests in the inn, but when he saw that there were immortals fighting in the store, and there were deaths, he had already run away without a trace, and who dared to come over? Wen Feng stood beside the pyre, looking at the face of the eldest grandson Wenquan, standing for a long time, suddenly gritted his teeth, turned around, waved his arm back, and a stream of air quickly slashed on the firewood and grass, snorted, and a small flame was born at the knife, which burned more and more, and after a while, the fire was blazing, engulfing the two figures in the pyre.