"Lingyu's nephew, Shanlai's nephew, you must mourn and change!"

On the mourning hall, the alliance leader was relieved. Master Yideng and other grandmasters also gathered around, and seemed to pay special attention to the corpse of "Yang Ling". After looking at it so carefully, it can be seen that this rumor of doubting Yang Ling is not groundless.

Perhaps, this is what Mu Xiu will destroy in the forest wind. Many grandmasters also felt that it was incredible that Hongyanmen could produce such a disciple.

When you die, you have a little purity.

Although Jin Shanlai was very lonely at the moment, he was a little strange that the young master left him like this and left.

But Jun Xianyi was so preemptive, it really made all the plans lose their square inches. If the young master does not take the opportunity to make a decision to use the Ruci method to get rid of the golden cicada, so that the identity of "Yang Ling" will dissipate in the dead light, it may be a hidden danger for him and Hongyanmen.

Yang Ling died, and he was annihilated in this complicated dilemma.

I wonder what the young master will do next? Kim Sun-rae didn't know.

His four-year plan was in vain. planned to let Ye Tian change his course from now on to serve the righteous path martial arts, but he didn't want to be completely caught off guard by Jun Xianyi's sudden killing!

And the demon son Ye Tian changed his name and surname to hide in the righteous path of the rivers and lakes, this is a stone that stirs up a thousand waves and becomes a matter that everyone in the entire Central Plains martial arts talks about.

"Thank you for your concern. I think it's better to be cremated together with the ceremony in the village! I don't dare to ...... with my mother about this."

Kim Sun-rae covered his mouth and hid his face and wept. He was afraid that if the time dragged on for a long time, this corpse would reveal some flaws.

"Don't you need to find Yang Ling's father and mother to see you for the last time?" Suddenly, Shi Qing Gongzi stepped in like this. Let Kim Sun-rae still have tears in his eyes, and he began to sweat on his forehead.

"My cousin he...... My father and mother died a long time ago. That's why I took him to my mother's care. ”

The dead are the greatest, and as a result, Shen Wangshu still has to torture him. Shen Wangshu was too keen, and he was vaguely aware of a lot of strangeness. Although he knew that Shi Qing Gongzi was not a person who told right and wrong, he obviously did not dispel his doubts.

Kim Sun-rae glanced at the people in the coffin, and he shook his head. The young master must be found out, and they can't please anything good in Feiyuzhuang.

That's all!

"Master, I know who the devil is!"

Everyone was trapped in the grief of parting from life and death, but suddenly someone swore aloud.

Scare? Everyone was taken aback, and when they looked back, it was Shangguan Beifeng who was in a wheelchair who came out!

"Beifeng, you don't rest in the room, why did you come here?" Deng Qianlin saw that this apprentice was naturally a little angry. was so troubled by his family, and this Shangguan Beifeng was actually missing from the descendants of Lord Deng Zhuang.

The four sons of Feiyuzhuang all came to worship with the alliance leader, and the mourning hall was full of weeping and sobbing.

I don't know if Shangguan Beifeng knew that this was the time to remember solemnly, but he suddenly broke in, as if he wanted to reveal the identity of this devil.

They looked at each other, but no one said anything. It seems that everyone doesn't believe that Shangguan Beifeng, who was just taking refuge in the room in this war, knows better than them!

To tell the truth, the power of this red-blooded flower skill is the first time that many young heroes have seen it.

When I saw it, I was amazed at the power of this magic skill that reversed the world! So don't get a glimpse of the true face of this devil, under the cover of the Diffuse Butterfly, it is difficult to look at the silhouette of the body carefully!

The paper-burning continued to burn paper, and no one in the mourning hall cared about the stone-shattering Shangguan Beifeng.