Yang Yi's funeral was scheduled for the morning of the next day, and the grave was on a small hillside on the north side of Qingshui Lake.

The funeral was personally organized by Ji Xiaoqing, which was very grand.

Yang Xiaoyang has no friends, and Yang Yi's friends only have a few hunters.

Therefore, the vast majority of those who came to attend the funeral were Ji Xiaoqing's friends, including the owner of the pharmacy, the doctor, the demon hunter, and some villagers.

Because it was Ji Xiaoqing who came forward, Shu Hong, the head of the Shu family, also sent his second son Shu Chenghu to attend the funeral and led people to assist Ji Xiaoqing in the funeral.

Surprisingly, Zhao Huaijie, the governor of Sanheyi, also came, accompanied by Si Kou Bi Feiying and the chief of the guard, Zhao Poyu.

Zhao Huaijie came to attend the funeral, probably not only to give Ji Xiaoqing a face, but also because Yang Xiaoyang was the one who sent him a letter at night.

After the funeral, Yang Xiaoyang knelt on his knees in front of Yang Yi's grave and kowtowed three times in a proper manner.

stood up and bowed deeply to the people who came to attend the funeral, "Thank you for coming to my father's funeral, Yang Xiaoyang thanked me." ”

With that, he walked around the mound and straight north along a path in the forest.

"Xiaoyang, where are you going?" Ji Xiaoqing shouted loudly.

Yang Xiaoyang didn't look back, only said: "Ancient Sword Mound." ”

"Don't go, with your current ability, there is only one way to die if you go to the ancient sword mound." Ji Xiaoqing said with an anxious expression.

Yang Xiaoyang was unmoved and continued to move forward.

The fire of revenge burned in his heart.

Although Yang Yi is not his biological father, he was raised with hard work, and the father-son relationship is deep, and the world can learn from heaven and earth.

Two past lives, one unknown, and one can't go back.

In this life, he only has one relative, Yang Yi.

Yang Yi is dead, and his only relative is gone.

In front of everyone's eyes, Yang Xiaoyang did not use the Vertical Golden Light Technique, and his pace forward was firm and steady.

Ji Xiaoqing was anxious, "Xiaoyang, listen to my sister's words, Mr. Yang's revenge must be avenged, but not now, when you have practiced your skills, it will not be too late to report it." ”

"Yang Xiaoyang, you'd better listen to my sister-in-law's advice, the ancient sword mound is full of monsters and has strong skills, you don't want to take revenge, but lose your life." Shu Chenghu also said loudly.

Several demonic qi suddenly rushed in.

Yang Xiaoyang quickly protected his body with aura.

Even though he was already a person of the small heavenly rank in the Demon Hunting Venerable realm, with more than 80,000 years of spiritual qi cultivation, the several demonic qi that came from the surprise attack still made Yang Xiaoyang feel tightness in his chest.

The one who came was definitely not a low-level monster.

"There are monsters."

Yang Xiaoyang shouted hurriedly, took out the Wuji Bagua Mirror from his bag, threw it into the air, and shouted a spell:

"Weitian Dafa, gossip array."

The Wuji Bagua Mirror was split in mid-air, and the eight mirrors formed an aura enchantment array in the air, flashing with dazzling light.

Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Li, Kun, Dui, each of the eight positions has one side, like a phosgene cover, protecting dozens of people who came to attend the funeral.

And Yang Xiaoyang stood outside this phosgene hood.

Not far ahead, several clouds of dark light qi turned into sixteen monsters.

An old man in Tsing Yi, seven middle-aged people in black, and the other eight are children, all eight or nine years old, five boys and three girls, with dull eyes.

Seeing these children, Yang Xiaoyang's heart was full of hatred.

They must have been sucked away by the five elements of spirituality by the monster with the magic of transferring flowers and trees, so that they became demon babies and vassals of monsters, and once they entered the level of demon transformation, they became real monsters, and there was no possibility of saving each other.

Among the crowd who were protected by Yang Xiaoyang with the Wuji Bagua Mirror, some people also exclaimed, "Xiao Ye? Oh, my God! She is the granddaughter of the old Wang family of the tofu shop on East Street, and she lost it a year ago, but she didn't expect to be captured by these monsters. ”

"And those seven children, who must have been victimized by monsters, are really pitiful."

…

Zhao Huaijie looked coldly at the few monsters that suddenly appeared, and his heart was also full of hatred.

More than 20 children have disappeared in recent years in Sanheyi and several small towns around them, which has already aroused the wrath of Ji Boren, a doctor in Xiqiqing, and many searches have never been found.

Today, I saw eight of them here at once.

From this, it can be guessed that the rest must also be in the ancient sword mound.

"Which of you can help Xiaoyang fight and kill those monsters? Save the child. ”

Ji Xiaoqing shouted.

Zhao Poyu was the first to fly out and drew his sword in mid-air, "Yang Xiaoyang, I'll help you kill these monsters." ”

"Me."

"And me."

More than a dozen demon hunters rushed out and stood behind Yang Xiaoyang.

Yang Xiaoyang pulled out his sword from his waist and stood upright in front of him.

The sword reflected the rays of the rising sun in the east, as if stained with blood.

The sword light reflected on Yang Xiaoyang's face, and Yang Xiaoyang's face also seemed to be stained with blood.

Sixteen years ago, the sword was placed in a barrel drifting with water along with a child of unknown origin.

The child is nameless, and neither is the sword.

But Yang Xiaoyang knew that this was by no means an ordinary sword.

Tianyan saw that there was a powerful aura torrent surging in the sword body, and this aura torrent was even stronger than his own aura cultivation.

Not only that, but this sword seems to have a memory.

It's just that with Yang Xiaoyang's current cultivation, he can't see the memory information in the sword yet.

"Nameless Sword." Yang Xiaoyang groaned lightly, "Before I knew your name, I didn't want you to see blood, but today I had no choice but to do so." ”

"Boy, what are you nagging about?" The old man in Tsing Yi said sharply.

"You killed my father?" Yang Xiaoyang asked softly.

"What's the matter, if you kill the demon of the ancient sword mound, you need to repay it with your life, not only will you die today, but all the people here will die." The old man in Tsing Yi said arrogantly.

Yang Xiaoyang didn't get angry but laughed, "The young master originally wanted to go to the ancient sword mound to find you, but who knew that you would send you to the door, so I had to run away." ”

"Boy, you don't have the skills."

The old man in Tsing Yi snorted coldly, as if he didn't care at all, and read: "Zuo Fu Liujia, the magic sword kills." ”

At the same time, with a wave of his right hand, a small green steel sword flew out of his cuff.

This sword is the same as the sword used by the monster that was collected by Yang Xiaoyang on Chunnuan Street.

The sword, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, with a dazzling black light, flew towards Yang Xiaoyang at a high speed.

Yang Xiaoyang danced the sword, wanting to shoot down the Qinggang sword with the sword.

Who knew that Qinggang Xiaojian did not collide with it, but changed a posture strangely, bypassed Yang Xiaoyang's side, turned around sharply behind him, and returned to the hands of the old man in Tsing Yi.

In this circle alone, two people who intended to help Yang Xiaoyang were killed and three were injured.

The rest of the people retreated one after another.

The old man in Tsing Yi smiled coldly, "Vulnerable." ”

"Stand back, and don't go to war." Yang Xiaoyang shouted.

The group of demon hunters who knew that they were not opponents retreated into the aura enchantment, and only one person did not move, and that was Zhao Poyu.