Zhang Zhixuan killed the queen ant, and some of the remaining fire crystal ants lost their heads and fled almost instantly.

Now that several people are very tired, Zhang Hanyan and the others reluctantly put the body of the queen ant into a storage bag, and then packed up the remains of the fifteenth uncle, reluctantly searched the queen's nest, and found a piece of ore the size of a fist.

The ore is blood-red all over, and the surface exudes an extremely high temperature, and at first glance it is a spiritual creature of not low grade. The two of them didn't know each other about this piece of ore, so they could only put it in a storage bag and wait for it to be identified later.

Because of the urgency of time, this place is far away from the mountain gate of Qingxuanzong, and the bloody gas they made from hunting fire crystal ants has spread far away, in order to prevent other demon beasts from attacking, several people can only cremate the body of the fifteenth uncle hastily, and leave this blood-stained hill in a panic with the ashes.

Along the way, Zhang Zhixuan looked like he had suffered serious blood loss and had tragic wounds, but all the skin injuries on his body were skin injuries, and under the care of Zhang Hanyan and the others, his body was getting better day by day, and when he arrived near Qingxuan Zongfang City, he had actually recovered most of it.

The situation of the fourth uncle is just the opposite, he seems to be unharmed, but the mental wear and tear is very serious, he has been sleepless for several days to control the formation, and his hard work is about to run out.

Along the way, his condition got worse and worse, and when he arrived in Zhongxuanfang City, he looked as if he had aged for a few years.

Because of the death of the fifteenth uncle, although everyone hunted the fire crystal ants, they did not have much joy.

Returning to Qingxuanzong, Zhang Hanyan first paid the corpse of the queen ant to the sect task, in exchange for three thousand good deeds, and then carried the blood-red ore in his hand for the familiar refiners in the city to identify it.

In the end, he still left the old relationship of the Yunzhi Dao people, and invited a senior third-order high-grade refiner to identify this piece of ore.

This thing is called Xuanhuo Crystal, and the grade is even as high as the fourth-order lower grade, this kind of fourth-order ore, as long as you add one or two coins to the magic weapon, you can improve the grade of a low-level magic weapon.

This piece of blood-red spirit ore even alarmed the fourth-order refiners of the Qingxuan Sect.

The fourth-order refining master of the Purple Mansion period came forward and spent two thousand good deeds to finally obtain the ownership of this thing.

This time when hunting the fire crystal ants, a few people obtained the most good deeds, a total of more than 5,000 good deeds, counting Han Yan's original good deeds, adding up to almost 10,000.

To this end, the fourth uncle also took out the fire attribute spirit stone found by hunting the firehorn ox and exchanged it for five hundred good deeds, and contributed a set of treasured third-order lower grade formations in exchange for seven hundred good deeds, and collected 11,000 good deeds for Han Yan, so as not to have any resources to build a foundation after she exchanged it for the foundation building pill.

After all, when building the foundation, you need other elixirs to assist, and the effect will be better.

Sibo already knows his physical condition, he knows that he doesn't have much longevity left, and he hopes to see the success of Hanyan before he closes his eyes, so he will have no regrets.

After many twists and turns, I finally gathered 10,000 good deeds for Hanyan.

A few people didn't have time to wait for her to exchange for Zhuji Dan Zhuji, just waiting for Zhang Zhixuan to recover from his injuries, and left Qingxuan Mountain in a hurry.

This time I came back to Qingxuanzong, and it has taken almost three years before and after.

Recently, Sibo seems to be aging faster and faster, and in just three or two months, the gray hair on his head has completely become snow.

The longevity of a Qi cultivation period monk is more than two Jiazi, and according to the normal situation, he can still enjoy a longevity of more than thirty years.

But looking at the way he looks now, I don't know how many years he will be able to last.

The wind and waves were calm along the way, and several people finally returned to Lushan.

The three of them came directly to the Hantan of the back mountain, and the patriarch Zhang Leqian glanced at the three of them, and said bitterly: "It's good to come back, it seems that Meng Chong has encountered an accident."

In a few days, he will be buried in the family cemetery!

Monks and cultivators, unless they become immortals, there will always be a day when their lives will end.

With each step on the monk's path, there is always the blood of relatives, friends, enemies, or innocent people.

Now that the three of you are on the path, you must know this. ”

Several people shook their heads helplessly and looked at each other silently.

This time I went to Qingxuanzong, and the fifteenth uncle didn't come back, and his family was full of people, just wives and concubines, there were more than a dozen people. When the time comes, crying and crying, it looks upset.

The fifteenth uncle died, and the status of his wife and children was about to gradually decline.

Without the elder of the fifteenth uncle, not only will the worship decline with the naked eye, but even the power in the clan will gradually decrease, and eventually be marginalized.

But this is also the normal metabolism of the family, and the family is not able to support his family according to the previous treatment.

The annual offering of a ninth-level elder of Qi cultivation is sixty spirit stones, and a hundred years is six thousand, and every elder who dies for the body of the family, it is impossible for the family to still support his descendants for a hundred years according to the previous treatment.

In addition to a generous pension, the elders of the family will only give a little preferential treatment to his juniors under fair conditions.

In the end, all the chores for the fifteenth uncle to handle the aftermath were handed over to the nineteenth uncle Zhang Mengling, who has always been responsible for the family's general affairs and has prestige among the low-level clansmen.

Because the patriarch came forward and gave a very generous pension, the wife and children of the fifteenth uncle did not come forward to make trouble except for being sad, in short, he was buried in the family tomb peacefully.

The family's cemetery is on the mountainside of the back mountain, not too far from the Hantan where the patriarch cultivates.

As long as it is a monk of the family, even if the corpse is not found, just like the ninth uncle Zhang Mengquan, he will leave a place here, even if it is just a well-dressed mound.

Zhang Zhixuan took a look and found that since Zhang Tairen, the ancestor of the family, these tombs have been densely arranged.

Zhang Tairen's tomb was located at the top, and his row was very small, with only him and three monks' wives and concubines.

When it came to Zhang Chuyun's row, the number of people was not very large, and there were only a dozen tombs in total.

In Zhang Leqian's generation, there were several times more monks buried in the cemetery, and Zhang Zhixuan counted them carefully, and there were already more than 20 people.

Of the monks of this generation, there are only three left.

Except for the patriarch, the remaining two have long been out of business, and they are living on the mountain for a long time.

By the time of the Mengzi monks, sixteen people had died.

Even the monks of the Zhizi generation had nine people killed, and none of them were very old, and the oldest was only fifty years old.

In the bottom row, there are three more tombs of the monks of the Sizi generation, standing alone below.

The clansmen buried here are all monks with spiritual roots, and the cemetery of the mortals of the family is not on the mountain, but near Lushan County under the mountain, not far from Lingtian.

Looking at this large cemetery, Zhang Zhixuan couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart, the six generations of monks in the family, there are almost more than 100 people buried in this land, and there will be more monks buried here in the future.

Among these people, there are the ancestors of the Purple Mansion stage, and the new tender of the twenty-year-old congenital stage.

In the end, it's all a push of loess, what's the difference?

Zhang Zhixuan shook his head vigorously to dispel the negativity in his heart, he looked at the rising sun, straightened up with his head held high, and left here quickly.

The sadness has gone, and he has started another stressful day.

There is one less elder in the family, and the burden on Zhang Zhixuan's body is a little heavier.

He wanted to suppress his low emotions and continue to move forward with his family.