Life is short, either lighter than a feather or heavier than Mount Tai.

It's just beautiful, or maybe it's painful, this life is too long.

With unwillingness, or painful death, the Lingyunzhi it promised day by day is ......

The ominous departure may be beautiful for Chu Feng, and he no longer has to endure the torture of fate.

"The Emperor Star Falls, Seven Kills Break the Army......"

Jiang Ling'er pinched her hand and muttered to herself......

Chen Xiaohuan traveled back and forth between the two worlds, shuttling between the sea world and the real world.

When he rushed back, Chu Feng was already old and dead, so it was reasonable to give him a ride as Chu Feng's witness!

"Looking for the dragon and dividing the gold to see the winding mountain, winding is a heavy ......"

Jiang Ling'er was holding a compass and a peachwood sword, and was choosing a piece of feng shui treasure for Chu Feng.

As the needle on the compass rotated, they finally pointed in a direction, but waited for them to get there.

The pointer on the compass failed, and it kept rotating, and Jiang Ling'er frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Xiaohuan asked suspiciously, that is, Jiang Ling'er was a feng shui master before his death.

But they didn't know Jiang Ling'er's achievements during his lifetime, about a thousand years ago, Jiang Ling'er returned to Heping Town.

In order to repay the cause and effect of the ancestors, a feng shui treasure was selected for Emperor Xiao to find the dragon and divide the golden cave......

Jiulong is a good cemetery, if buried here, the descendants must be great.

Either the official worships the prince, or the official is the prime minister, at least they are rich and noble.

There is even a slight possibility of becoming an emperor, but Emperor Xiao and Jiang Ling'er have no descendants.

What's more, they are all resurrected, although they are a zombie, but it is better than being realive.

It's just that their fate is over, and Jiang Ling'er has also repaid the cause and effect of the ancestors, but they are not over.

They never expected that they would transform into a zombie......

"This is the land of extreme yin......"

"However, there is wind and water, and there is a good cave."

Jiang Ling'er answered Chen Xiaohuan's question, but she didn't relax.

"Heaven and earth are infinite, the wind god borrows the law!"

"Qiankun is infinite, and the water god borrows the law!"

"Dragon God's Forgiveness!"

Jiang Ling'er pinched the law with his hand, summoned two five-clawed golden dragons, and sank into the ground.

"What is a good tomb?"

Chen Xiaohuan asked curiously, they were just curious.

"The tomb is three feet long and three inches wide, and it is extremely cloudy here."

"It has underground water veins and at the same time it is very windy."

"It seems to be a dragonfly and a treasure of feng shui, and it is a good tomb."

"I see!"

Chen Xiaohuan nodded, and also understood that there was a good tomb called Dragonfly Dianshui here.

The copper horn and gold coffin and silver ink bucket, Chu Feng, who died of old age, lay peacefully in it, and he can be regarded as the right son of destiny.

The six Void Kings carried the coffin, the specifications were quite high, and it was also the last way to see him off.

Jiang Ling'er completed the feng shui layout of the dragonfly with great mana, and the bronze horn and gold coffin were just erected in the tomb.

The legal burial is a firm burial, the ancestors are buried vertically, and the descendants must be great.

The tombstone was erected, engraved with a few big characters, the tomb of Chu Feng.

A generation of legends is over, Chu Feng is peaceful departure, and he smiled happily.

He was finally liberated, and the oath he made before his death was also brought into the tomb by him.

"It's a pity, it's a pity!"

"Let's give you a stick of incense!"

Jiang Ling'er put on a pillar of incense, and then passed it and left.

Chu Feng's life is too bitter, too bitter......

He had no children under his knees, and he was lonely all his life, and even those closest to him did not come to see him off on his last journey.

He Chu Feng is sorry for anyone, but his younger brother Chu Yue is sorry for him, and there are also women and old men.

The dead are the greatest, but his younger brother Chu Yue will not let him go, how can a natural white-eyed wolf know how to be grateful?

"Haha......"

"My good big brother Chu Feng is dead!"

The younger brother Chu Yue laughed loudly, filial piety is strong, and even his good brother will not let go after his death.

"Your eldest brother Chu Feng is dead, won't you go to see him?"

"I remember that your Da Chu Feng was very good to you!"

"Working to pay for your tuition, he didn't even marry a wife."

Li Gang, the powerhouse of the Titled Village, said suspiciously, and at the same time he was puzzled.

"It's good if my good big brother is dead!"

Younger brother Chu Yue didn't say anything about this, and he didn't have any touch on the death of the good big brother.

"He's good to me, that's as he should be!"

"Are you that kind of person?"

Brother Chu Yue: ???

"Who is it?"

Li Gang: "......"

He was completely speechless, so let's go their separate ways in the future!

Li Gang, the number one powerhouse in the Title Village, left directly, and now he wants to break off his friendship with such an unrighteous person.

One step, two steps, for him, such a short distance is so far away.

He, Li Gang, is a person of great luck and has become a powerhouse in the imperial realm, and at the same time, he is inseparable from Chu Feng's ......

"Resurrect it! My lover!!! "

Li Gang, a powerhouse in the Emperor Realm, a native of the Titled Village, shouted frantically, as if he had exhausted all the strength of his body.

A piercing roar echoed through the silent night sky, and a trace of mana spread.

At night, the stars are dotted, and a bright moon hangs high above the sky.

Under the sky of the dark night rain, a nine-colored divine thunder crossed.

Red rain continued to fall from the gray sky and flutter lightly on the city streets.

In the dilapidated room, an old black silk lamp was suspended in the center by black wires.

Crumbling, with a dim glow, the atmosphere of tranquility is like a drop of ink dripping into clear water.

The smudge spread in the dilapidated room, and in the center was a colorful table of eight immortals, which looked a little old.

A rusty old hour hand hung on the dusty wall, ticking.

"Li Gang! ——"

"You bastard!!"

The younger brother Chu Yue scolded angrily, Li Gang actually wanted to break off his friendship because of the dead good brother Chu Feng?

His face was gloomy, as if he could squeeze out a drop of water, and the dim light flickered.

"Haha......"

The younger brother Chu Yue laughed maniacally, the woman died of old age, and the old man also died of old age.

Even his good brother Chu Feng died of old age, and now he is a loner.

has no relatives, even Li Gang broke off his friendship with him, and he only felt lonely at this moment.

"Let's go! Let's go, all of you! "

"I'm not afraid alone!"

The younger brother Chu Yue hissed and shouted, smashing the overwhelmed Eight Immortals Table hard......

Li Gang, the first emperor realm powerhouse of Hexagram Village, came to Chu Feng's tomb and looked at a few big characters blankly.

"Chu Feng! Chu Feng! "

"How I wish I had an opponent!"

"But you're not angry!"

Li Gang shouted frantically, his voice was hoarse, and his eyes were bloodshot.

But the dead Chu Feng didn't answer him, Chu Feng was lying very peacefully in the bronze horn golden coffin.

"Chu Feng!"

"You bastard!"

"Get up for me!"

Li Gang scolded angrily, quite a kind of hatred for iron, his feelings for Chu Feng are something that no one can know.

The red rain continued to fall, wetting Li Gang's long hair, and his clothes were stained with mud.

The nine-colored divine thunder crossed the sky, as if to separate the sky, the nine-colored divine thunder that was almost accustomed to penetrating the heavens and the earth......