Yang Hao's face was slightly red, a little embarrassed, but he still chose to drive a distance from Feng Wu......

It didn't take long for Feng Wu to stop and throw Yang Hao into an open place.

Feng Wu looked at Yang Hao, and a strange color appeared in his eyes.

"Senior sister, you brought me here ......" Yang Hao asked with a dry cough.

"There it is. Feng Wunu pointed to a small grave not far away.

Yang Hao lowered his head. There is a tombstone in front of the small grave. With his current eyesight, he could see what was written on it.

"There is no opponent who can compare talents, there is no opponent who can compare combat effectiveness, in order to save the same door, sacrifice his life for justice......"

"Behind it is... Zongmen Tianjiao, Yang Hao's tomb?" Yang Hao read it, and his face suddenly darkened. Several black lines clearly appeared on his forehead.

"Look, I'm going to take you to see your grave!" The phoenix dances happily, laughs, and even invites you to look at Yang Hao as if he is rewarding himself.

Yang Hao took a sip on the corner of his mouth.

"But...... You're not dead......" Feng Wu frowned, pinching his chin for a long time.

"Why not...... Shall we dig up your grave?" Feng Wudao actually proposed that Yang Hao dig this grave......

Yang Hao's face became black and carbon.

"Alas... Look at your indifference, forget it, senior sister, I'll take you to another place......" Phoenix Dance shook her head and sighed.

Yang Hao squinted at Feng Wu, his eyes firm...... Believe it or not......

"Let's go, don't be lazy!" Feng Wu pretended not to see Yang Hao's eyes, and took Yang Hao to a temple in Liudao Peak.

"Zongmen Temple, Sister Shi, you brought me here......" Yang Hao asked with a frown, looking at the plaque above the hall.

"I'll see right away. Feng Wu said, running in with his head down.

Soon they came to the third temple, during which they took out their tokens, several times, and were able to enter.

If there are no tokens, they will be killed by the tactics of the temple.

"The horse neighed......" Yang Hao took a breath. The protection of the Jongmyo is too tight. If it weren't for the ancestors' people breaking in, it would be even more unlucky.

In front of the three halls of the ancestral hall of the sect, Yang Hao stood behind Feng Wu, looking very strange. He didn't know what Feng Wu had brought him here for.

Even if she wanted him to see his sacrificial place, it should be in the First Temple, and this Third Temple is the place where Taoist priests are sacrificed, I don't know what kind of medicine is sold in the Phoenix Dance Gourd.

"Let's go around, let's go in......" Feng Wu lowered her voice, secretly took her identity card, and turned to Yang Haolu.

Yang Hao touched his nose. He also took his identity card and followed Feng Wu silently.

These palaces are very large and contain a matrix of spatial laws. There can't be no such thing.

Yang Hao followed Feng Wu into the temple, and as soon as he entered, there were many portraits. On the portrait, next to the portrait, there are the names of these people.

Yang Haowei lamented that most of the portraits in this temple are middle-aged. Even if there were artists stationed in the Yan Dynasty, most of them died in battle before Shouyuan was completed, or some other unexpected fall.

These are all Taoist priests who have made great contributions to the sect over the years. Most of them have the cultivation of the Jindan realm.

Entering the Jindan proved their talent, but these heroes have now become a portrait and are sacrificed here.

"I don't know how many years from now, I will also be enshrined in the temple here......" Yang Hao sighed.

"Hehe...... " Feng Wu heard Yang Hao's self-talk, her red lips moved slightly, but in the end she didn't speak. She just smiled.

"Where is it......" The phoenix danced around her waist, looking for something.

"Sister Feng, are you ......" Yang Hao asked puzzled.

"That's good. Wait a minute. I remembered, if I found it, I'd call you. Feng Wu turned around and smiled meaningfully at Yang Hao, then turned around and continued to search.

Yang Hao shook his head, the character of this teacher and his sister ......

"Find it, Yang Shidi and Yang Shidi. Come here!" It didn't take long for Feng Wu's voice to reach Yang Hao's ears, Yang Hao was so lucky, he soon came to the scene of Feng Wu and glanced at the picture scroll she was pointing to.

I + Yang Hao paused, and a few black lines clearly appeared on my forehead.

Feng Wu refers to Yang Hao, who is wearing a green robe on the picture scroll, smiling and looking out.

When Vondanse sighed and turned around, he finally understood what that funny expression meant.

He was still wondering when he would be sacrificed in this place. Therefore, he did not need to sacrifice for this place at any time in the future.

"No, I didn't pass the fifth step. Why do you want to worship in a temple dedicated to Taoist priests?" Yang Hao frowned and opened his mouth.

"At first, everyone thought you were dead, and the old man gave you the title of Taoist priest......" Feng Wu was smiling, and Yang Hao looked refreshed.

Yang Hao kept his face calm and reached out to take down the scroll, but was stopped by Feng Wu.

"Hey, hey, don't do that!" Feng Wu hugged Yang Hao and refused to let him take down the scroll.

"You can come out of this picture. This is a war spirit comparable to that of the Kingdom of Jindan. If you take it off, the spirit of this war will manifest itself. With the power of the Jindan Kingdom, we can't defeat it. ”

"And it's in the temple. It is quite possible that in the middle of the battle, we will release other fighters, and then we will really be buried here. ”

"Even if we are lucky enough to die, according to the rules of the entrance control, we can automatically scroll in the ancestral hall, but they will be scrapped, restored, and expelled from the ancestral hall......"

Feng Wu said, his expression was serious, and he didn't like to deceive Yang Hao at all.

Yang Hao was speechless, looked at Feng Wu, and then looked deeply at the photo. He was angry and funny, but in the end he turned around and walked away without saying anything.

Feng Wu smiled, but no longer pestered Yang Hao, just paused for a moment and walked deeper.

Outside the ancestral hall, Yang Hao looked back at the ancestral hall. He felt strange as he pulled his lips.

Later, he stepped on his sword again and came to that open land, which was ...... At his grave......

"Zongmen Tianjiao ......" Yang Hao looked at the tombstone, a strange expression appeared on his face, and then he laughed hesitantly, not caring much if this tomb was his grave.

"But...... It's always weird......" Yang Hao frowned and pulled out a dagger wrapped in silk and mist. This was the dagger he originally got from the three members of the Qi family. Although this dagger does not play a very important role for him today, he still keeps it.

Then his dagger was engraved on the tombstone......

About half the time, Yang Hao touched the fragrance on the pillar, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and stood up.

"Who made this tombstone?" Its "Yang Hao's Tomb of the Crowned Clothes"

"Okay, okay...... It's just that the handwriting is a little bad......" Yang Hao was very satisfied with his idea. The only downside he felt was those words.

"Well, now it's time to go to Uncle Xu and change that article. Yang Hao clapped his hands, took out the Qing Shui Ling Sword, and went straight to the teleportation battlefield.

Soon after, Yang Hao appeared in Lingxiao Hall, but this time he did not see Xu Qinghe. The boy was very polite and told him that Xu Qinghe was practicing the piano in Dongfu.

Yang Hao asked the little boy where Xu Qinghe and Donghe were. After thanking him, he flew to Xuqing Hedong Mansion.

Disciple Yang Hao, see Uncle Xu! Outside the Jiangdong Mansion of Xu Qing, Yang Hao shouted.