In the depths of the Qiankun Mountain Range, after the battle just now, accompanied by a light breeze, the reflection is particularly desolate at this moment. Only a young man is scattered in it, and the sad look on his face can't be calmed down for a long time, or he remembers his home for more than ten years.

Saint Qinglan and the Red Flame Bear slowly swept down from the treetops, not making a sound to disturb his thoughts. Even Xiong knew that Lu Yuan at this time exuded a faint sadness, maybe he didn't know what happened to him, but he would know from his anger to worry.

"Sister Qinglan, taking advantage of the night, I want to pay tribute to my people." Lu Yuan said gloomily.

"Well, let's go." Sheng Qinglan changed her coldness from the past and said softly. Or maybe it's saying that with me, no one can hurt you, so go with confidence.

……

"It's dark at night, Lu Yuntao hasn't come back yet, can't he run away?" The Great Elder asked solemnly.

"Run? If he really wanted to run, would it be now? It should be dead. Li Bing said casually as if he knew his fate.

"What to do with the remnants of the two Lu clans." The Great Elder said solemnly, and a strong killing intent had surged out of his heart.

"Lu Yuntao is dead, you know what to do." Li Bing hinted.

"Yes!" The Great Elder left silently. For the Li family, whether Lu Yuntao lives or dies on this trip, his end is doomed.

And Lu Yuan and the three of them came quietly in this night. Due to the lack of manpower in the Sun and Li clans, the dilapidated relics of the Lu clan were not guarded, so they also gave the three of them a chance to take advantage of, even if they were discovered? With Sheng Qinglan, a powerhouse in the Yuan Martial Realm, the Sun and Li families could only stare dryly.

The three of them stood in front of the remnants of the Lu Clan, and a smoke mixed with a strong smell of blood came to their faces. The corpses of countless people were reduced to ashes in the burning fire. A thick chill struck, like a gathering of resentment in the hearts of the dead people.

"Traces of someone coming." Sheng Qinglan looked at the unburned yellow paper on the side and said softly. I think it should be the people in Yanyu Town, mourning what happened to the Lu clan and coming to see them off.

Lu Yuan looked at the burned clan traces in front of him, and all kinds of memories appeared in his mind, in exchange for exercises, clan meetings, and spiritual veins. The laughter and laughter of the clansmen, the care of the third uncle and the various past events accompanied by Qing'er have completely disappeared at this moment.

How much he expects now, there are juniors of the Lu clan who say that he is a waste and come to bully him. Everything is just a cloud of smoke, only in Lu Yuan's memory, and there is no possibility of it happening again.

The sadness at this moment could no longer be suppressed, and she cried bitterly. "Third uncle, you know that I can't cultivate, and I try my best to find a way. Knowing that I was being bullied, I was alone in trouble with the elders. When I was hurt, he did his best to take care of me. In the past few years, I have been silently caring, and I don't want to find out, but in fact, I know it all. ”

"But I couldn't provide for you in old age, and I took care of you for the rest of your life, and I was killed by traitors like this. In the days to come, no one cared about me silently anymore. Lu Yuan said with tears.

"Roar, roar, roar" The red flame bears on the side also lost their former majesty, and roared patheticly, like a repeated mourning in the ruins, and then saw them off.

This night, Lu Yuan said a lot and recalled many past events. Sometimes crying, sometimes giggling.

"I can't scatter the ashes of my clansmen here," Lu Yuan whispered softly, collecting all the ashes inside and out, mixed with a little dirt. He only knew that he could not leave a trace of the "soul" of his clan in this barrenness.

"Bury it in the place where we live, where the clear aura can comfort the souls of the dead, it is a good place." Sheng Qinglan said softly.

"Hmm," Lu Yuan replied softly in the messy wind.

……

Early the next morning

"Report, the corpses of Lu Yuntao and ten Jingwei were found on the periphery of the Qiankun Mountain Range!" In the main courtyard of the Li family, a clansman hurriedly reported.

"Well, how did you die?" Li Bing said in a deep voice, it's just that Lu Yuntao is dead, and it is inevitable that his own people will be a little sad when they die.

"Ten Jingwei were all cut off by a sword, Lu Yuntao's head was seriously damaged, his spine was broken, his meridians were destroyed, and there was a slight residual thunder and lightning power in his body, as if he had been beaten to death." The person who came said.

"I see, you go down." Li Bing said with a solemn face.

"Could it be that Lu Yuan?" The Great Elder was about to speak, but was stopped.

After the man went down, Li Bing instructed the great elder next to him.

"Let the patriarch send the powerhouse of the Yuanwu Realm over, just say that this son has become a climate, if you don't get rid of it, there will be no peaceful days in the future."

"Is it so serious?" The Great Elder was puzzled.

"According to the observations of these days, there must be a master around this son, and for the sake of safety, he must be shot by a strong man in the realm of Yuanwu." Li Bing's expression was ugly.

"Hey", this time I let him run away, my Li family is really going to be in crisis.

Li Bing's lament lingered in this compound for a long time, and the faces of many elders were also slightly panicked.

Hehe, if you provoke that eldest lady, I'm afraid that time is really running out.