Surin died, the police arrived quickly, and even sooner, there was a special organization that required every neighbor to sign a non-disclosure agreement.

At this moment, Great Xia will fall.

An old man in a coffee shop died?

Click~

In the city lord's mansion, He Hanjiang's teacup fell to the ground, and listening to the report of his subordinates, he only felt dizzy.

After he met Surin, he began to investigate Surin, and the more he knew, the more frightened he became.

Well, now die in this territory.

He Hanjiang didn't dare to think about the next storm.

All the eight realms of Great Xia came with a slap in the face.

Can you still live?

Tiange National Hall, at this moment, a needle drop can be heard, an old man silently hung up Zhang Xian's phone, his face was expressionless, but the breath had already filled the entire hall, and dozens of Great Xia leaders in the hall did not say a word.

Really.

The old man's phone was halfway down, and he couldn't help but throw away the phone, and with a bang, the round table turned into powder, and the roar came out of the old man's mouth, and he was like thunder.

"Why! Why! Why! ”

"I'm calculating, strategizing, and I'm about to succeed!"

"Why do you want to die now! Why! ”

"You're my biggest confidence!!"

"Sir! Why are you!! ”

No one dared to answer, and after a few minutes, the old man slowly calmed down, and his violent body bent a little more than before.

"The death of Mr. is the death of our country, after the death of Mr., stay in the highest place of the temple, and the immortal drive can be observed and mourned by future generations."

In the Ten Directions Martial Academy, a heart-rending roar resounded for hundreds of miles, shaking some students' eardrums to bleed, and then an explosion sounded, and a figure in the principal's office soared into the sky.

Wen Jun, who was training in lifting a thousand catties of giant tripods, was affected by it, and couldn't help but stumble, Hong Dingshan on the side stabilized his hands, put the tripod aside, and looked at the traces of Wu Canglong's disappearance, although he didn't know why, he still rose from the ground and followed closely.

With the roar of Wu Canglong leaving, in the Ten Directions Martial Academy, the monks of the Seven Realms and the Six Realms came out together, and hundreds of people headed towards the Xuanling Ancient City.

Lingwu Academy Principal's Office, since Qin Fanlin listened to Qin Yourou's words yesterday, he always felt uneasy, and when he saw the news, the whole person was stunned, and tears couldn't help but flow down.

"I should have thought of it, sir~."

Qin Yourou, who was still in school class, was startled by Qin Fanlin who suddenly appeared next to her.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go see your grandfather." ”

Without waiting for her to react, he took her away.

More than a dozen Seven Realm cultivators with sensitive perception followed closely as soon as the principal left.

At the top of the Sword Pavilion, the woman sat cross-legged, a small emerald green sword suspended in the air, and the light emitted shone on the woman's sideburns, and her face was already in tears.

It was the depths of the 100,000 mountains, and she killed until she was exhausted, and she thought she was going to die, and she thought she would never be able to hold a sword again.

It was a young man in a gold-embroidered robe, he embroidered with his hands together, and his smile was healing.

"Little girl, I'll take you home."

The sword roared, and the clouds in the sky were split by a sword, divided into two halves, and the fairy sword took the woman and broke away with a sword.

"Sir, wait for me to send you the last layer."

On this day, more than a dozen Seven Realm Sword Cultivators from the Lingwu Academy crossed the sword and crossed in the direction of Muxia Pass.

The spies of various countries, who are usually the same as ordinary people, are terrified.

What is Daxia going to do?

Xuanling Ancient City, Trumpet Street.

The inside of the café was emptied, a silk silk coffin was placed in the center, and ten miles away, the entire Trumpet Street was surrounded by heavily armed soldiers, and the residents here were temporarily evacuated, and dozens of helicopter gunships circled in the air.

Inside the coffin, Su Lin's withered face had been washed, and his dead wood-like hair had been tied up.

In front of the coffin, an old man and a young man dressed in linen and filial piety, kneeling on the ground and burning paper money, two generals carrying five-star hats on their shoulders, holding their hats in their hands, standing solemnly and silently.

They had also seen and been blessed by Surin.

If I hadn't been wearing a military uniform, I would have dressed up for my husband and wore filial piety.

After Zhang Mu went back, he also said what Su Lin left, Zhang Xian was immediately alert, and arrived as fast as he could, but he was still one step too late, and Su Lin's body was already stinking.

Zhang Xian's heart is so bitter.

"Sir, if you leave, the backbone of Daxia will be broken."

"We old guys, and we don't have parents anymore."

The old man, who is already more than 100 years old, cried heartbreakingly.

There wasn't a single person in the coffee shop, and there were only four people in the coffee shop.

Rumble~

The sound of roaring like a rocket came from far and near, and the helicopter gunships couldn't stand the wind and swayed left and right.

Wu Canglong descended from the sky.

As soon as he landed, he was yelled: "Can you be quiet, it's noisy!" ”

Wu Canglong automatically ignored Zhang Xian's angry reprimand, looked at the golden silk silk coffin, weakened his knees, and knelt down.

At that time, he was a relatively stupid teenager, with no strength, but he was dumbfounded, and after the revival of the aura, he was left behind too much, and he had no relatives since he was a child, and he lived on the streets.

One night, it was so cold that he felt like he was dying.

But it's okay to get out of this hell quickly.

In the wind and snow, a teenager walked like a bright light.

"Big one, eat a candy."

"Live well."

The next day, Wu Canglong woke up as usual, and found that he was not hungry, feeling that he could kill a cow with one punch, and he still had a lot of money by his side.

The past is still fresh in my memory, and when I look at the boy again, he is no longer what he used to be.

"Sir~"

The hundreds of martial artists and monks of the Ten Fang Martial Arts Academy who came with him, when they saw the principal kneeling, they were all a little confused, only Hong Dingshan, who saw Zhang Xian kneeling at the front, and the two leaders who were standing in silent mourning, knew something.

That exists, fallen?

The two leaders of East and South China mourned in silence, the president of Oriental College wore linen and filial piety, and the dean of his own house knelt on the ground and cried, who else could there be?

Hong Dingshan also knelt down behind Wu Canglong, followed by all the monks and martial artists of the Ten Directions Martial Academy.

He Hanjiang arrived slowly, and he overcame his psychological fear.

It's a big deal to get beaten.

Kneeling silently.

I'm kneeling to the Great Xia Ancestor, is there anything wrong?

Qin Fanlin didn't want to urge the aura, and it only took ten minutes to cross tens of thousands of miles.

Qin Yourou, who was well protected, didn't feel anything, but the feeling of panic became heavier and heavier along the way.

When I landed on the ground, I actually arrived at my grandfather's coffee shop.

It's just that.

Why are there so many people?

What are they doing on their knees?

Why did Grandpa kneel too?

How could my grandfather's coffee shop have such a big coffin?

Woo woo,,

Qin Yourou opened her mouth wide and cried.

The girl was not like an adult, unable to suppress her pain, so she cried and ran over and hugged her in the coffin.

"Grandpa, don't you want to die, okay?"

"Hurry up, Grandpa."

"Rou'er doesn't want your stuff anymore,,Woowoo woo"

A group of monks and sword cultivators who came with Qin Fanlin first knelt down, and they didn't dare to ask why.

The rumored tyrannosaurus all knelt down and cried bitterly, their own dean knelt silently, and the little princess cried into tears.

What kind of existence does this have to be?

The sound of swords resounded through the heavens and the earth, and Jiang Yinglan came with dozens of Seven Realm sword cultivators.

On the ground, more than a dozen sword cultivators glanced at the matter, knelt down silently, and put the sword beside him.

The fairy sword tore and roared, conveying sadness.

Gently appeasing the fairy sword, Jiang Lanying stepped forward.

hugged the little girl who was crying a little hoarsely.

Sir, why are you suddenly old?

Your smile is so kind.

I knew that Lan'er should have been by your side.

Sir, Lan'er is sorry for you.

In your old age, they didn't take care of you.

The overwhelming remorse poured in, and Jiang Lanying only felt that her heart was like a knife.

At this time, many people arrived at the scene.

The Vice President of the Eight Realms of the Oriental Academy and a group of Seven Realms monks, the President of the Heavenly Spirit Academy and a group of Eight Realms and Seven Realms monks were present.

"Mo Zi'an", the principal of Tianling Academy, is only a dozen years younger than Wu Canglong, but he has never seen Su Lin, but he often hears his deceased father mention it, and several times his father took him to look for it, but he never found it.

Although this existence appeared in the capital a few years ago, Mo Zi'an did not go to see him because he was not familiar with it.

I came here today because of a sentence that my father often said, everything in Daxia is given by Mr., and everything in the Mo family is given by Mr.

"Junior Mo Zi'an, send Mr. into the Taimiao!"

"Junior, Jia Dinghong, send Mr. back to Taimiao!"

"Send Mr. into the Taimiao!"

The Heavenly Spirit Academy that came with them knelt down.

The generals of the eight realms and seven realms of the four major military regions of East China, Central China, South China, and North China were present.

The kingdom of Muxiaguan was present.

The Seven Realms of the Apocalypse Pass and a group of guards were present.

Qi Fenghai arrived.

Fourth, the customs and seven realms are the masters, and the guards will be present.

The Lord of the Seven Realms of Tianyuan Pass, the guard will be present.

After the crowd, a middle-aged man shook the ring in his hand and knelt down.

The major colleges and forces, whether teachers or students, are all talking about it, and the group has exploded.

Cang Xing looked at the messages one by one, pointing to the Xuanling Ancient City, and couldn't help but connect with someone, and called He Yu as soon as possible.

"Hurry back to the coffee shop and take a look, Mr. seems to have a problem!"

He Yu, who received the news, ran back desperately, but he was still a step too late.

The huge coffin was in the air, and hundreds of great monks in the air wore linen and filial piety.

Wu Canglong, Zhang Xian, Mo Zi'an, Qin Fanlin, and the four carried the coffin.

More than a dozen Seven Realm Immortals cultivated the way.

The fairy sword supported Qin Yourou and Zhang Mu, one carrying the spiritual position, and the other supporting the spiritual sail.

Jian Lanying held the coffin in her hand and was silent.

He Hanjiang and Jia Dinghong were a little behind, with serious faces.

The remaining monks of the Six Realms who couldn't fly could only watch in place, going to the capital for hundreds of thousands of miles, and they might not be able to run for a day.

He Yu looked at the funeral procession in the distance blankly, tears flowed down unconsciously, she kept lying to herself, Su Lin was just a teenager, just more mature, but all kinds of signs showed that he was not.

"Why! Why! ”

He Yu knelt on the ground and asked heartbreakingly!

Why don't you let me see you one last time?

Why didn't you notify me?

Why! Aren't we the closest people!

"How do you want me to forget you!!"

In a hurry, He Yu spurted out a mouthful of blood, fell down heavily, and a big hand held her, He Zhonglei sighed lightly.

"Mr. is gone, the appearance of a young man, I am afraid that it will always be remembered in Yu'er's heart."