Guo Mingda is dead.

It was discovered by Fu and Liang, who were in charge of delivering him food.

When Fu and Liang returned to the courtyard at the end of the day, they found that the food in the lunch box had not been touched.

Fu Yishan asked Liang Renze, who was also confused: "It's the fifth day, and you still haven't moved, did you run away?!" ”

Liang Renze glanced at the spell array outside the courtyard, and said weakly: "Won't it?" ”

He immediately unfurled a corner of the tenfold spell array that was covering the other courtyard.

After seeing the spell array open at the gate of the courtyard, Fu Yishan kicked the door open: "Guo Mingda! In a word! ”

Seeing that there was no reply in the room, Fu Yishan kicked the door open in a hurry.

The two saw the white-haired old man sitting cross-legged on the kang head, as if in contemplation.

Fu Yishan lowered his voice: "Lao Liang, you see that his hair is completely white, I remember that his hair was black half a month ago." ”

Liang Renze had doubts: "Although he is already ninety years old, he has a demonic aura and can ensure that his appearance is not old." How can you be so old now? Could it be ......? ”

Liang Renze reached out and tested his breath and found that the old man had passed away.

Fu Yishan saw that Liang Renze was stunned, and he also reached out and tried his breath.

When he tried it, he was scared and happy.

"Lao Liang, we're going to disarm and return to the field now."

……

……

Zhongzhou Yongning.

Imperial City Harem.

A small chamberlain moved with extremely fast steps.

In his hands he held a letter stamped with a black fire mark.

The pattern of the fire seal is a big "town" character.

Walking to the outside of the closed Lama Palace, the guards blocked the small inner waiter.

"Your Majesty is reviewing the recitals, and idlers are not allowed to enter."

The little chamberlain presented the letter to the guard.

Seeing the fire mark on it, the guards hurriedly let it go.

Hearing the sound of the palace door opening, Emperor Han was unhappy.

"It's better to do things."

The little chamberlain was so frightened that he knelt twenty steps away from the emperor.

"Your Majesty, it's a secret letter from the Demon Suppression Division."

Hearing this, Emperor Han put down the music and his eyes were cold.

"Bring it in."

The little chamberlain shuddered and handed the letter to Emperor Han, and then quickly turned back and left the palace.

Emperor Han slowly unfolded the letter, and on the black paper was a few five characters written in gold powder—

"Guo Mingda is dead"

These short five words made Emperor Han's hands tremble.

He wanted to take a few sips of green tea to suppress the tremor in his heart.

But the hand holding the teacup couldn't help shaking, and he was stunned to sprinkle the tea soup on the table.

Emperor Han could only stand up and slowly paced around the palace.

After pacing for a long time, my heart calmed down a little.

He suddenly became interested again, walked to the sword of the Son of Heaven, drew out the sword one by one, and waved it in the palace.

All of a sudden, the sword flashed, cold and dazzling!

Although it did not instill soul energy, just the sword wind driven by pure sword skills blew out the lights in the palace.

Seeing that the palace suddenly turned dark, the guards outside the palace hurriedly pushed the door in: "Your Majesty! Is there a villain?! ”

Emperor Han, who was dancing and sweating, replied in the dark: "It's not a big deal, it's just that a strange wind suddenly blew just now, blowing out all the candles. ”

The guards clenched their fists and lit all the candles before exiting the door.

When the door was closed, he caught a glimpse of the Son of Heaven Sword in Emperor Han's hand, and the sword was full of light.

Emperor Han, who stood behind him, could not let him see the tears in his eyes.

Emperor Han wiped away his tears with his long sleeves, and then lit the fire to ignite the secret letter.

Watching the secret letter turn to ashes, Emperor Han became the son of heaven who was not angry and arrogant again.

"It's been sixty years, uncle, you finally left with Guo Mingda's name......"

……

……

Guo Mingda's death caused an uproar in the Demon Suppression Division.

After sending an 800-mile secret letter to Emperor Han to report his death, Mo Chengzong immediately asked three servants to conduct three investigations on Guo Mingda's body.

All three times resulted in the person dying of heart failure without any internal or external injuries.

An eternal demon with the power to destroy the world is really dead.

Such a result made Mo Chengzong feel complicated.

Why died?

Why die now?

Two questions made Mo Chengzong puzzled.

He was struggling with Guo Mingda's death, while the generals of the Demon Suppression Division were discussing whether the Demon Suppression Division would be disbanded on the spot.

But then an official document posted by the Duke of Zhu Guo slightly suppressed the uproar.

The official document is extremely simple - "Before the holy will is decided, before the Holy Will, the disposition of the division shall be disposed of by the Division, and the army will lead a hundred rods." ”

Guo Mingda's death made one person extremely disappointed.

He was Lu Haoran, the young sect master of the Demon Suppression Sect who had just come to report.

Because of the story of the Demon Suppression Sect sacrificing five hundred people to seal Guo Mingda, Lu Haoran has heard his grandfather, Lu Mengze, the old sect leader of the Demon Suppression Sect, say it countless times since he was a child.

The young Lu Haoran snuggled under his grandfather's knees, looking up at his grandfather's eyes and sparkling.

Lu Mengze stroked his beard and smiled: "Haoran, you have heard this story countless times, do you still want to listen to it?" ”

Lu Haoran nodded vigorously: "You still have to listen!" ”

Lu Mengze slowly stroked his grandson's little head melon with his hand, and looked into the distance with his eyes.

"At that time, I had to decide to use Ten Thousand Flowers to Withere."

……

……

Thirty-two years ago.

Luanzhou Fengluo City.

The main altar of the Demon Suppression Sect.

Lu Yunshan, the leader of the twentieth generation, is practicing in the practice field with his peers.

Under the chanting of the people, the suspended charm flickered and moved flexibly in the air.

However, one of the charms did not listen to the call, and scurried around, and finally collided with the other person's charms, and both fell to the ground.

"Lu Yuntian! You're sick, aren't you?! The doorman who was hit by the spell shouted angrily.

The thin little man who was called Lu Yuntian hurriedly compensated timidly: "I'm sorry!" I'm sorry! I—I'm not very skilled yet......"

The scolder picked up his charm, still swearing in his mouth: "How many days have you been here, and you are not proficient?" This is still the simplest Fuyao system, if the column is missing, are you going to bomb us all? ”

"Okay, okay," Lu Yunshan walked over to be a peacemaker, "They are all children of the sect, why are they so twisted?" ”

The scolder saw that Lu Yunshan picked up Lu Yuntian's charm, so he didn't speak.

Lu Yuntian took the spell, his face flushed: "Cousin, I, I'm embarrassed again......"

Lu Yunshan patted his cousin's shoulder with a smile: "It's okay, as long as you practice chanting mantras, you will naturally become proficient." ”

Lu Yuntian smiled innocently: "Yes, cousin." ”

When everyone was about to practice again, Elder Buffa Mu Changkong suddenly appeared: "Yunshan, the sect master has something important to discuss with you. ”

After Lu Yunshan instructed the people of the sect and continued to practice, he followed Elder Mu into the Heroic Soul Hall where the decrees and important matters were announced at the main altar.

Looking at the elders in the hall lined up on both sides, and the posture of the sect leader Lu Mengze sitting upright, Lu Yunshan knew that his own opportunity had finally come.

Lu Mengze, who was in the prime of life at that time, opened his eyes, looked at the tall and sturdy Lu Yunshan, and finally spoke after half a sound.

"There are monsters in Nanshe County, Lanzhou, Yunshan, you immediately group thirty elites of the same generation, set off in three days, and go to Nanshe to eliminate demons, there must be no mistake."

Lu Yunshan's eyes lit up: "Disciple has an order!" ”