In a small courtyard behind the outside of the Yizhou Mansion, the slightly choking smell of incense wax paper money is permeated, soot is curling, and the sound of mourning is holding a funeral for Sun Zhanou.

Because the new prefect of Yizhou has taken office, with the help of Cen Zaidao, he temporarily rented this small courtyard for Mrs. Sun's mother and daughter, and all kinds of items are simple.

After Cheng Haofeng brought Sun Zhanou's body back, he hurriedly arranged the mourning hall, and the whole funeral ceremony looked cold, but because Cen Zaidao personally greeted the guests at the door, Qiao Chushi sat next to the coffin and recited the scriptures and requiem, and Cheng Haofeng prepared the funeral sacrifice in the study, which made people dare not despise the Sun family.

The wind was sudden, and the mist suddenly dispersed in the air, and even the ordinary people attending the funeral noticed the murderous aura and looked up in horror.

Cen Zaidao's heart sank, he rose into the air, swept in front of the two people led by the group of cultivators, and said solemnly: "This is the funeral of Lord Sun, who was the prefect of Yizhou, you are not here to mourn, please leave quickly!" ”

He recognized these two people, one was Murong Gang, the eldest disciple of the Taixiao Palace, and the other was Shui Fuhong, the second son of the master of Bilian Xinhai, who must have heard the news that Cheng Haofeng was holding a funeral for Sun Zhanou, and gathered the disciples to besiege and make trouble.

Murong Gang's eyebrows were full of fighting intent, his wide purple Dao robe fluttered in the wind, and he snorted coldly: "You don't take the things on the side to perfunctory, quickly let the evil Venerable Cheng Haofeng come out to fight!" ”

Shui Fuhong was wearing a vermilion arrow-sleeved round-necked robe, and her face was like a crown of jade, and she was also irritable, and then urged: "Don't help that shrunken turtle get in the way, if he wants to delay time and escape, it is absolutely impossible!" ”

Just thinking about killing the public enemy of the righteous path in one fell swoop and making a name for himself, completely ignoring the situation of the other party, Cen Zaidao was extremely dissatisfied with these people who did not cultivate their minds, and said angrily: "If you want to fight, you can!" Wait outside until we're done with the funeral! Now, get out of here! ”

Before the words fell, Cheng Haofeng's voice came: "Those who come are guests, more people come to mourn Lord Sun, we should welcome them!" ”

"We're not here to mourn...... Murong Gang's retort was not finished, he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth, and those sword cultivators next to him kept planting down!

Cheng Haofeng stood in the small courtyard, wearing a blue sermon robe he often wears, his expression was calm, and his left hand pointed to the sky.

When those cultivators were about to fall to the ground, his right hand stretched out flat, extending the aura, and the people who were planted down one by one landed smoothly, but then they couldn't help kneeling in the courtyard.

The ordinary people who attended the funeral were so frightened that they wanted to flee before, but they were all stunned in place at this time, only to see those cultivators who had been arrogant and domineering just now kneeling down obediently, completely unable to react to what was happening.

They didn't know what was going on, but Cen Zaidao, Murong Gang and Shui Fuhong knew that it was controlled by Cheng Haofeng's spiritual power.

Murong Gang and Shui Fuhong were also under strong spiritual power suppression, but their cultivation was higher, and they could still grit their teeth and hover in the air, but their high morale had turned into frustration.

Seeing that their handsome faces were distorted, and their foreheads were covered with beads of sweat, Cen Zaidao chuckled lightly, and shouted loudly: "Taixiao Palace and Bilian Xinhai sent disciples to pay tribute to Lord Sun, salute, and kowtow to ......."

Cheng Haofeng's body overflowed with transparent inky aura, enveloping those kneeling cultivators, all of whom kowtowed to the mourning hall in a proper manner.

"Prostrate ...... Again"

"Ahh......h

Seeing that the disciples brought by him were still saluting, Murong Gang couldn't stand the humiliation, his blood and qi surged, and he had to break free from the suppression of spiritual power even if he was injured internally, he shouted twice, swung his sword and swooped down!

He is the most valued disciple of the Zhangjiao, and he is a dazzling star in the eyes of his senior brothers, and he is looking forward to becoming famous in a fight, even if he can't defeat Cheng Haofeng, he will have to make Cheng Haofeng pay a price, right? How could it be suppressed in the first place?

The murderous aura struck, Cheng Haofeng glanced upwards obliquely, summoned the Mo Bing Sword with his mind, and the horizontal sword faced the battle!

The sword light was shining, and countless fine Xiaoice flowers quickly condensed in the air, Murong Gang's sword was frozen, and his body was also stiff, and the whole person was like an upside-down ice sculpture.

The aura in the sea of qi gushed out like a flood, he had already pushed his spiritual power to the limit, why was he still easily restrained by Cheng Haofeng?

His cultivation is already close to the realm of heavenly immortals, only a little worse than the master, I heard the master say that Cheng Haofeng has fallen from the rank of heavenly immortals to an evil demon, even if he is a demon without certain restrictions, but dealing with him is like teasing an ant, and his skill is too high.

He didn't know that Cheng Haofeng's original cultivation was completely lost, and no one had practiced the exercises that he began to cultivate later, so he could no longer judge the level with his original rank.

Being hung in mid-air like this, Murong Gang's body gradually froze, and he was so cold that he became numb and unconscious, but his heart was as hot as a raging fire, and under the shame and anger, he was angry with those followers he brought!

Those disciples of Taixiao Palace, as well as the retinue of Bilian Xinhai, don't they all boast about how capable they are and how loyal they are to the sect on weekdays? Why did you encounter a situation when you had to carry something, and all of them were cowardly?

The hatred aggravated Murong Gang's anger, and a vicious thought appeared in his mind, since he was so embarrassed, he had no shame to go back to see the master and them, it was better to fight and die!

The frost around him grew thicker and thicker, but it quickly peeled away from his shirt, no longer clinging to his body, only forming an ice crust around him.

The human-shaped ice shell, crystal clear in the dusk sunlight, adds a touch of color to the gray sky.

The ordinary people in the courtyard were no longer panicked and frightened, their eyes burst with surprise, Murong Gang in the ice was handsome and cold, and the ice shell was like beautiful jade and crystal, what an icy and beautiful young amber!

Their look of surprise was still not subsided, and suddenly countless ice chips exploded and dazzled their eyes, and fell on their faces with a biting cold, it was the ice shell that shattered!

Murong Gang's face was surrounded by a blue cold mist, his lips were closed, and he quickly recited a spell that others couldn't hear clearly, Cheng Haofeng's spiritual power suppression had no effect on him!

Looking down at the attendants in the courtyard, a cruel and evil smile appeared on his face, and countless spiritual qi rushed out from the top of those people's heads, rushing towards the center of his eyebrows, and quickly spun in at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

"Soul Burning Spell!" After Cheng Haofeng found out that Murong Gang broke free from his control, he only thought that there was some secret technique in Taixiao Palace, and was thinking about how to restrain him again, but he didn't expect it to be a soul burning spell at all!

Hurriedly urged the spiritual energy into the ink ice sword, and slashed at the spiritual energy that was constantly gathering towards Murong Gang with a thousand powers.

The frost is clear and the dust is broken, and the mind is suddenly awake! Those cultivators who came with them looked up at the sky in disbelief, they had already been defeated before they could make a move, and they were very humiliated, but how could Murong Gang want them to destroy their souls because of this?!

The Soul Burning Spell is a forbidden art in orthodox magic! With one's own soul as the wick and the soul of others as the lamp oil, burn out oneself and others, and stimulate the power of the source of life.

It is different from scattering power and self-detonation, which is to die with the enemy, which is a helpless and decisive move; The Soul Burning Mantra is to use one's own soul as a guide, gather the souls of the same door to fight for their lives, and sacrifice others at the same time!

Because the practice of the same sect is the same, the Soul Burning Spell can directly trigger the spell without consulting with the people of the same sect, because this spell is tyrannical and dominates the lives of others, so it is a forbidden technique!

Cheng Haofeng swung his sword to release the curse, Murong Gang screamed angrily and pounced, raising his portable sword and slashing at him!

The aura in the sea of qi gushed out like a flood, he had already pushed his spiritual power to the limit, why was he still easily restrained by Cheng Haofeng?

Murong Gang's bun was scattered, his unkempt hair danced like a poisonous snake, his eyes were red, and he chopped it out in an orderly manner.

Cheng Haofeng did not immediately take action to restrain him, but calmly dodged, wanting his fellow disciples and ordinary people who came to attend the funeral to see his madness.

Murong Gang's strength was almost exhausted, and the hatred in his heart was still extremely turbulent, hating his fellow disciples more than hating Cheng Haofeng! It's all to blame for this group of wrecks that made him so embarrassed!

Cheng Haofeng blocked him from casting a spell, and others could continue to activate the Soul Burning Spell! This group of guys who are greedy for life and afraid of death, no one is willing to sacrifice!

An extreme person will not think that he is extreme, he just wants to vent his emotions, and Cheng Hao doesn't bother to pay attention to those non-threatening attacks.

Waiting for those ordinary people to look at Murong Gang like a crazy monkey, Cheng Haofeng swirled the ink ice sword in his hand, and turned out a bright bubble that trapped him in it, no matter how he slashed, he couldn't get out.

The ice chips in the sky are still floating, Cheng Haofeng pinched the trick with his left hand, and a dazzling transparent pillar of light rushed up to the sky, and the pillar of light was faintly ink-colored, shaking like a dreamy ink painting between heaven and earth.

The ice chips and the pillar of light reflect each other, refracting a rainbow of light, and the rainbow light shines around Cheng Haofeng, like a brilliant body.

Ordinary people were stupid, thinking that it was Cheng Haofeng's golden body Buddha light, and they didn't know who led the head, kneeling down and kowtowing one after another.

"The gods have appeared! Please beg Daisen to heal me! ”

"Ask the gods to make me rich!"

"Grandpa Fairy, please send me a fairy to be my wife!"

"Respect the gods, ask for the elixir ......"

Cheng Haofeng ignored these pleas and lamented, and smiled lightly at the east.

Seeing this situation, Cen Zaidao was puzzled, the actions after restraining the opponent were useless, they should be driven away by Murong Gang and them, what was Cheng Haofeng doing?

At the same time, in the distant Black Ball Rui Immortal Residence, Hu Xian Xian stood beside the light curtain of thousands of miles of shadows, and saw Cheng Haofeng deliberately showing his majesty.

She reached out and scraped her face, muttering in a low voice, "Shame, too narcissistic......"

Hu Xianxian's mocking smile had not yet unfolded, and he suddenly looked at a vague dot with concern, intuition that there was danger there, but he couldn't alert Cheng Haofeng.

Cheng Haofeng passed the shadow to Hu Xianxian, but he didn't dare to delay the business, accepted the pillar of light, pointed at Murong Gang with his sword, and said: "For the sake of hatred and resentment, regardless of the lives of the same family, it is in vain to call the right way!" ”

The sound was like broken gold, and there was a sound on the ground, Murong Gang bowed his head in shame, obviously he came to kill demons and eliminate demons, but the result was that the evil venerable was full of righteousness, and he was humble and insidious.

Cheng Haofeng looked at the cultivators who came with him and said, "I just wanted to suppress you and not make trouble at Master Sun's funeral, but he wanted to put you to death!" It is also for your good that you act so recklessly, blindly fighting with others, and frustrating your spirit......"

When he was preaching, Cen Zaidao looked at him proudly, not waterproof and red, and did not hesitate to break through the spiritual power suppression without hesitating internal injuries, and raised a pair of water-splitting thorns to stab at Cen Zaidao!