After being able to walk, the first thing Wu Feng had to do was to fulfill Lao Liu Tou's last wish, incinerate his body, and plan to send his bones back to Zhongnan Mountain and bury him next to the tomb of his ** Wudaozi, this thing must be done, this is something that Wu Feng personally agreed.

On the day of the cremation of Lao Liu Tou, it rained continuously, the whole Xingguo Temple was solemn and solemn, everyone's expression was extremely heavy, all people knew why Lao Liu Tou died, he was alone, fought with a sword, forcibly attracted the Nine Heavens Xuan Thunder, and killed the thousand-year-old blood demon, such a feat, admirable, think that the thousand-year-old blood demon, is the most yin and evil monster, once in the world, it will be ruined, the old Liu Tou such a feat, sacrifice his life for righteousness, whether it is Buddhism and Taoism, which one does not think that his old man is a big hero who stands up to the sky?

Old Liu Tou's corpse, the flesh and blood have been stripped out of the purple talisman on his body, turned into a blood mist condensed on the Seven Star Dragon Yuan Sword, turned into a powerful spell, and forcibly attracted the heavenly thunder, so at this moment, the old Liu Tou is only left with a layer of skin wrapped around the bones, which makes people feel sad, when he saw the corpse of the old Liu Tou again, Wu Feng almost shed tears, but he was stunned and did not cry, when the old Liu Tou was alive, he told himself to be strong, a man, What does it look like to cry and cry, Lao Liu Tou also told himself, walking on the rivers and lakes, I can't be too emotional, Lao Liu Tou's voice and smile before his death, the way he drank, the way he danced when he was drunk, and the first time I saw him in Shuangqiao Village, he slept in a coffin and scared himself, all of them are vivid.

Just a month ago, Lao Liu Tou was still a fresh life, as if it was just an instant, he turned into a cold and dry corpse, he lay quietly on a pair of dry firewood erected by the monks of Xingguo Temple, his expression was serene, covered by a red robe, as if he was drunk, lying there sleeping.

In a trance, Wu Feng felt that he could still wake up, and then said to himself sleepily, Wu Feng, the old man slept long enough this night, and you kid didn't wake me up, let's go, take Old Man Xue to save your senior brother, this time your senior brother can be regarded as saved......

In another trance, Wu Feng still saw a cold corpse, his cheeks were sunken, his face was pale and bloodless.

At this moment, Wu Feng couldn't help himself, his tears were held back in his heart, his chest rose and fell violently, and he almost surged out.

Again, Wu Feng held back his tears, he looked at Old Liu Tou with red eyes, and muttered: "Uncle Liu, your old man can go on the road with peace of mind, the thousand-year-old blood demon was killed by you, and Elder Xuanwu died at my hands, I have already helped you avenge your hatred, you old man rest assured, I will definitely fulfill your old man's last wish and send you back to Zhongnan Mountain!" ”

After saying this, Master Mo Chen had already walked slowly to Wu Feng's side and handed him a torch.

After Wu Feng took over, the monks of Xingguo Temple and Lingyan Temple were lined up on both sides, chanting in unison, and the sound of ** rippled in Xingguo Temple, sacred and solemn, ethereal and distant, echoing in Xingguo Temple at any cost.

Wu Feng took a deep look at Lao Liu Tou for the last time, threw the torch in his hand to the dry firewood, and the raging fire spread instantly, wrapping Lao Liu's body, and in the hazy eyes of tears, Wu Feng seemed to see Lao Liu Tou turn his head to look at himself in the firelight, showing a relieved smile, and then was immediately engulfed by the fire.