"Uhhh

The combination of the two swords successfully tore apart a big crack in the Extreme Dao Demon Realm, and a ray of light penetrated into the big gap!

Yan Chixia pulled Pan Yang: "Let's go!" ”

The two of them got out of the crack one after the other, and the crack closed when they got out......

"Hum—"

The three-inch Qingfeng happily flew back to Pan Yang's side, buzzing like a hard-working little bee!

Yan Chixia also accepted the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, and was amazed by Pan Yang's three-inch Qingfeng: "Fellow Daoist, what a sword!" ”

The corners of Pan Yang's mouth twitched twice covertly, and when he looked around, he saw that he was still under an old locust tree that was covering the clouds and the sun! But fortunately, this old locust tree in the blue sky and white day did not come out to make trouble, but even the old locust tree in the blue sky and white day is gloomy, the sun is so big, but the light can't come in!

"Fellow Daoist, it is not advisable to ......stay here for a long time" Yan Chixia just wanted to beckon Pan Yang to run away, but suddenly found that there was a problem:

"Something is wrong with you!"

Pan Yang was stunned: "What? ”

Yan Chixia pointed at Pan Yang in surprise: "You, you are not human!" ”

"You're not human!" Pan Yang was very angry, but he immediately came to his senses: "I...... The soul came? ”

"I see!" Yan Chixia also understood: "Fellow Daoist! I was the whole person who was pulled into the Extreme Demon Realm by that dead old woman, but you were only pulled into the Extreme Demon Realm with only your soul - Daoyou, what about your body? ”

Pan Yang's eyes were dull: "My body is ......"

In the Yang Realm!

It's a big deal this time!

Seeing Pan Yang's loveless appearance, Yan Chixia hurriedly asked, "Fellow Daoist, should your body be ......?"

Pan Yang didn't want to talk to him, he just wanted to be alone.

However, at this time, the suona sounded, as the saying goes: all kinds of musical instruments, suona is king! It's either ascending to heaven or worshipping the church! The thousand-year-old pipa is a thousand-year-old zheng, an erhu is pulled for a lifetime, and the suona sounds at the end of the whole play!

Someone died? Pan Yang raised his eyes, and sure enough, he saw that he was walking, lifting, and followed by a blank patch!

This funeral procession is a little smaller, in fact, there are only a dozen people, and they are coming towards the old locust tree!

Pan Yang's heart moved: Could it be ......

"Fellow Daoist, you don't have to be too sad," Yan Chixia was still forcibly comforting Pan Yang: "You can still cultivate ghosts and immortals!" ”

Pan Yang: "Shhhh

Yan Chixia was stunned for a moment, looked around vigilantly, and then whispered to Pan Yang: "Fellow Daoist, what did you find?" ”

Pan Yang Qianli sent a message to him: "Don't talk first, look at this funeral!" ”

Yan Chixia hurriedly looked at the funeral procession and looked at the people one by one: "Fellow Daoist, they are all human!" ”

Pan Yang: "I know they are all human, you wait first!" ”

Yan Chixia: "Oh......"

At this time, I saw that the funeral procession stopped in front of the old locust tree, and the old man who played the suona asked the middle-aged man holding the golden pagoda:

"Mr. Nie, just bury Ling Ai here!"

The middle-aged man's eyes were swollen from crying, and he was depressed, so he nodded when he heard the old man say, but asked him again:

"How is the feng shui here?"

"The locust tree raises ghosts, look at how big this locust tree is!" The old man said nonsense: "Let love be comfortable here!" ”

The middle-aged Mr. Nie obviously didn't understand, the old man was doing white things, and Mr. Nie believed him:

"Okay......"

The old man got the word and made a gesture: "Boys, work!" ”

"Wait!" Yan Chixia couldn't help but jump out to stop them: "Who told you to bury your ashes here?" ”

The hulala who played suona and played white flags and pretended to be filial sons all surrounded at once, and the old man's face sank, and he asked Yan Chixia angrily: "What's wrong with burying here?" This old locust tree belongs to yours? ”

Yan Chixia frowned: "This old locust tree is very evil, it is not good for the deceased to bury the ashes here!" ”

When Mr. Nie heard this, he was anxious: "Really? ”

"Fake!" The old man glared at Yan Chixia viciously, and then turned back to explain to Mr. Nie: "Mr. Nie, the old man has been doing this for fifty years, you are right to listen to me!" This bearded man was sent by our competitors to make trouble for us! We need to bury us quickly, don't miss the hour! ”

When Mr. Nie heard it, he knew that this old man was indeed an old driver in this industry, and Yan Chixia looked vicious, and she was a stranger she didn't know, so Mr. Nie finally chose to believe the acquaintance:

"Alright then, please!"

"Get out of the way, go back and tell your host, this bowl of rice is not easy to eat!" The old man proudly pushed Yan Chixia, Yan Chixia had a heart attack, but these people were mortals, and Mr. Nie agreed to bury the golden pagoda here, Yan Chixia could only retreat, and watched the old man call people to work.

The old man's descendants are all skilled workers, and they dug a pit after dividing five by two, and Mr. Nie put the golden pagoda in his arms, that is, the ash jar, into the pit with tears in his eyes, and covered the soil with his own hands.

A descendant brought him a tombstone and inserted it, saying that it was a tombstone, but it was actually a thin piece of wood.

The words "Beloved Daughter Nie Xiaoqian" were written on the wooden piece with a brush, and Mr. Nie began to cry when he knelt.

Yan Chixia shook her head and walked to Pan Yang's side with a sigh: "Alas! The world is foolish, and does not listen to advice. What a ......?"

Pan Yang: "Don't worry, wait until they leave!" ”

Yan Chixia was stunned: What do you want to do?

"Xiaoqian, you wait for your father here first, and when your father comes back from the capital, I will take you home......" Mr. Nie said endlessly with a handful of snot and tears, and the old man looked at the sky: "Mr. Nie, it's not early!" ”

was urged by the old man three times, and Mr. Nie wiped a handful of tears: "Xiaoqian, Dad is gone, you wait for Dad ......"

Standing up, Mr. Nie followed the old man and they left the old locust tree, turning back three times in one step, reluctantly......

Yi Yan Chixia's temperament couldn't hold back for a long time, so she asked Pan Yang: "Fellow Daoist, do you have any clever plans?" ”

Pan Yang: "Not bad! ”

Yan Chixia's eyes lit up: "What kind of plan?" ”

Pan Yang: "Dig a grave!" ”

Yan Chixia gasped: "We'll dig it up just after it's buried, won't it be too lacking in morality......"

Pan Yang was awe-inspiring: "This old locust tree is a thousand-year-old tree demon, if you don't dig it, the dead will be controlled by her!"

"A good woman, who was controlled by a dead old woman and harmed people, fellow Daoist, can you bear to see her stumble?"

Yan Chixia is also a decisive person, and immediately said: "Okay! I'm going to dig up the grave! ”

Pan Yang: "Ollie!" ”

So Yan Chixia dug the pit directly with her hands, the pit was actually very shallow, the old man and his friends were fooling, but Mr. Nie was from a big family, so he couldn't see any problems. Yan Chixia dug out Nie Xiaoqian's golden pagoda with three strokes and five divisions, and then asked Pan Yang:

"Fellow Daoist, what now?"