The lord of the Demon Suppression Mansion, the spiritual seat of Tan Tiangang.

The big red characters on the tombstone made Lu Ming's mood mixed and gave birth to a faint sadness.

"On that day, the Lord of the Tan Mansion was obviously seriously injured, but he still took the lead and rushed to the front."

Yang Ziyue explained bitterly, "He seems to be longing for death, and no one can persuade him." ”

"If it weren't for the heroic performance of the Tan Mansion Lord, I'm afraid that our casualties would be even greater."

Lu Ming was silent for a long time, and slowly took out the Sword of the Fallen Sky from the storage ring.

"Master, what are you going to do?" Xiao Yi asked confusedly.

"This sword is a treasure left by General Shura to the heroes guarding the Demon Suppression Mansion."

Lu Ming said lightly, "Lord Tan is more worthy of the name of a hero than me." ’

"Let this sword sleep here forever with you."

After that, Lu Ming ignored the dissuasion of Yang Ziyue and Xiao Yi, and stabbed his sword into the yellow mud in front of Tan Tiangang's monument.

【Ding! 】

[Congratulations to the host for gifting the Sword of the Fallen Heaven!] (Golden Chance)】

[Trigger a thousand-fold mass crit and get compensation - Falling Sky Divine Body, Demon Suppression Luck!] 】

Lu Ming was slightly stunned, and he was a little distracted for a while.

Giving away the opportunity to the deceased can also trigger the system compensation?

But when I thought about it, I was relieved.

The system can be triggered, which means that Uncle Shi gladly accepted this sword.

For him, this can be regarded as a kind of recognition.

In addition to Tan Tiangang, Xuan Yunzi also got his wish and died in the demon suppression battle.

Most of the rest of the victims were members of the Demon Suppression Sword Alliance, as well as soldiers of the Gale Dynasty and the Great Qian Dynasty.

Lu Ming held three incense sticks in his hand and bowed slightly to all the tombstones in front of him.

With this incense, I congratulate the heavenly spirits of all heroes.

……

In the early morning, everyone woke up from their sleep.

Knowing that Lu Ming woke up safe and sound, Xia Xue, Wen Wen, Ye Ling'er and others were overjoyed.

For his regression in cultivation, everyone just felt a little regretful.

The Demon Suppression Mansion, although it has lost a supreme realm powerhouse.

But at least they didn't lose the big brother who loved them the most.

At noon, a middle-aged man approached Lu Ming.

"Lu Jianshen, the juniors are polite."

"You ......"

Lu Ming thought for a while, then remembered, "You are the disciple of the Tan Mansion Master, Zhong Heng, right?" ”

"Exactly."

Zhong Heng nodded and said solemnly, "Lu Jianshen, the junior has something to ask for. ”

"Every hundred years in the Tianxuan Continent, there will be a Wanfu Conference."

"At that time, the lords of all the mansions in the world will lead the best Tianjiao in the mansion to show their talents."

"There are still three years before this Wanfu Conference."

"But in order to be able to show the talent of the Demon Suppression Mansion at the meeting, Shizun has been preparing for no less than thirty years."

Zhong Heng knelt on one knee and said in a loud voice, "The junior is brave and wants to ask Lu Jianshen to help fulfill his master's last wish!" ”

"Lead the best Tianjiao of the Demon Suppression Mansion to participate in the Wanfu Conference!"

After listening to Zhong Heng's words, Lu Ming suddenly smiled bitterly.

"Brother Zhong, get up quickly."

"This is the last wish of the Lord of the Tan Mansion, and it is also a major event of the Demon Suppression Mansion, so I am naturally duty-bound to be reasonable."

"But look at me now, but I am only building a foundation and cultivating it, and I am as weak as an ant."

"To be honest, I don't even think I'm worthy of the name of the Demon Suppression Sword God."

"How can you be the face of the Demon Suppression Mansion and lead the best Tianjiao to participate in the Wanfu Conference?"

Zhong Heng knelt down on one knee again and said resolutely, "Lu Jianshen, don't say that!" ”

At this time, Li Bozhen, Ren Buqun and others also walked into the house.

Qi Qi knelt beside Zhong Heng and said in a loud voice, "Lu Jianshen sacrificed a lot of cultivation in order to protect the Demon Suppression Mansion, and killed tens of thousands of demon beasts with his life. ”

"Your great exploits will surely be recorded in history and admired by future generations of monks!"

"Even if one day, you become an ordinary person who has lost all your cultivation, you will always be our sword god!"

Looking at the firm and sincere appearance of these people in front of him, Lu Ming's heart was filled with emotion.

But moved to be moved, but still dare not easily accept it.

Because this is not only about the dignity of the Demon Suppression Mansion, but also closely related to the fate of hundreds of thousands of monks in the entire mansion.

The Wanfu Conference was a grand event hosted by the Nine Heavens Divine Domain outside the Tianxuan Continent.

In order to select the strong and eliminate the weak.

Those who performed well above the conference could naturally receive praise from the Nine Heavens Divine Domain, as well as unimaginable cultivation resources.

But if the performance is mediocre, even ridiculous......

will be ruthlessly suppressed, squeezed out, shrink the territory, and extract aura.

Deprivation, deprived of the name of one prefecture, divided and returned to other prefectures.

Even in Lu Ming's heart, he really wanted to fulfill Tan Tiangang's unfulfilled wish.

However, combined with his current ability, he really didn't dare to deal with such a big thing......

"Lu Ming, you can agree to come down."

At this moment, there was a sound of laughter and groaning outside the door.

"This mission can be accomplished by no one else but you."

Everyone turned their heads to look at it.

A middle-aged man in white clothes with a fairy wind and bones walked in from outside the door.

Except for Lu Ming, only a very few figures of the older generation, such as Li Bozhen, recognized him and looked shocked.

"You...... Aren't you the Zhang Sect Divine Sect Master of the Qingxuan Sword Sect?! ”

"I didn't expect you to ......"

Everyone was stunned and stood up in unison.

Lu Ming's reaction was much calmer, and he smiled lightly, "Sect Master, are you finally out of the customs?" ”

"Yes, such a big thing happened in the Demon Suppression Mansion, and I just heard about it."

Looking at the tombstones outside the window, Zhang Zongshen's expression was a little gloomy.

"Unfortunately, I arrived too late."

"If I can fulfill my mission as the sect master, how can I let so many people die in vain."

"How could you let the Lord of Tan Mansion and Shen Shengzi sacrifice in this battle to suppress demons......"

Lu Ming sighed slightly, and he understood Zhang Zongshen's heart very well at this time.

I rushed back that day and saw the scene of the human race being slaughtered and bloodied by the demon beasts, and I also had this idea in my heart.

If you come back earlier, if you are stronger.

Then, there will not be so many people who died in vain.

Zhang Zongshen was relieved after a moment, and shook his head with a dry smile, "Okay, this is fate." ”

Lu Ming couldn't help but ask, "Sect Master, what did you mean by what you just said?" ”

"Why does this mission have to be me?"

"Because the moment I saw you, I felt that the luck of the Demon Suppression Mansion had chosen you."

Zhang Zongshen said solemnly, "In other words, from today on, the prosperity and prosperity of the Demon Suppression Mansion are closely related to the power in your body. ”

"So who else but you is qualified to be an example of this house?"