Yang Xia was speechless, put the yarn incense into the tomb, picked up the dust and buried her, Feng Wuji carved the name of the tomb of the yarn incense, and inserted the tombstone in the grave.

"Sister Xiangxiang, if I have the life to return to the heavenly corpse, I will definitely bring him to be buried with you. After burying the incense, Yang Xia stood in front of the tomb and muttered to himself.

"This tomb is destined to return to heaven to be buried with Wan Bixuan, do you want the deity to be a good person, ask Wan Bixuan's body to come over, let the two of them be companions first, and wait for the fate to return to heaven and be buried, and the family of three will be happy. Feng Wuji stroked his beard, looked at Yang Xia a few times, and said cool words.

"Fuck your uncle's fun! Sister Xiangxiang is dead, you buried Wan Bixuan beside her, didn't you add to the blockage of the dead?" Yang Xia was furious, glaring at Feng Wuji and roaring.

"How do you speak? This secret burial place is the burial ground of Destiny and Wan Bixuan, do you want to occupy the magpie's nest? Besides, how do you know that Sha Xiangxiang disagrees?" Feng Wuji shook his head, looking like he had no good intentions.

Yang Xia hugged his arms, stared at Feng Wuji coldly, and didn't say much, after a hundred breaths, the corners of the old scourge's mouth twitched, and he told the truth: "Okay, to tell you the truth about this little bastard, in fact, the deity has made a deal with Destiny to Return to Heaven, and is responsible for asking for Wan Bixuan's body to be brought here...."

"Old bastard! You are really doing it! The young master knows that you are a black-hearted liver, how can you be so kind? It turns out that you made a deal with fate and return to heaven, and you have all the money of the dead, and you are still a person?" Yang Xia's little face was blue, and he couldn't wait to use the yin and yang fish to open two holes in the old scourge's buttocks, and gritted his teeth for his unscrupulous behavior.

"Do you know how much benefit fate to heaven gives to the deity? Some of the deities are still begging for you, not only do you not thank them, but you also speak ill of each other? Be kind to the liver and lungs of a donkey!" Feng Wuji slapped Yang Xia's head, his white eyebrows trembled, and the spit spurted straight out.

"Will you ask for a favor for me?" Yang Xia was skeptical, not believing that Feng Wuji would be so kind.

"The three major divine techniques of the life clan, the Enlightenment Sutra, the Collapse Immortal Finger, and the Divine Elephant Bolong Technique, among which the Enlightenment Sutra is the most miraculous. Feng Wuji saw that Yang Xia didn't believe it, and said that he wanted the benefits for Yang Xia.

"Really?" Yang Xia looked Feng Wuji up and down, always feeling that the old scourge had something to hide from him.

"You little bastard, what kind of eyes? If it weren't for you, how could the deity agree to this, not only were you not moved, but you were also suspicious everywhere?" Feng Wuji was furious, grabbed Yang Xia's collar and lifted him up, and roared in dissatisfaction.

Yang Xia slapped away Feng Wuji's hand, pouted, and only believed half of the old scourge's words, he didn't say much, but looked at the tomb of Shaxiangxiang, his eyes were complicated, and he sighed leisurely.

"Let's go, although the War of Destiny is over, there are many matters waiting to be dealt with. Feng Wuji urged Yang Xia to leave.

Yang Xia was silent for a long time, took out the jade flute given by the fragrance of yarn from the storage ring and put it on his lips to blow, wanting to see her off with a song, but unfortunately, he didn't know how to blow the jade flute, and worked hard for a long time, but he could only make the jade flute make a weird "woo" sound.

Feng Wuji shook his head when he saw it, snatched the jade flute in Yang Xia's hand, put it on his lips, and a song "Burial Red Dust" blew out, Xiao Sheng was poignant and moving, like a tragic song of life, gripping and moving.

Yang Xia was surprised, looking at the obscene Feng Wuji, he never thought that the old scourge would have such a talent, when he played the jade flute, his eyes occasionally showed the vicissitudes of life, his face was solemn, he really had a bit of fairy wind bones, and he looked like a master outside the world.

After the song was blown, the mysterious aftersound was still there, Feng Wuji put down the jade flute in his hand, and sighed: "A song buries the red dust, buries all sentient beings, fragrant incense, I hope you can survive the catastrophe of the red dust in the next life, and no longer suffer." ”

Yang Xia came back to his senses, pulled the wind Wuji robe, and said with a blank eye: "Can you .....?"

"Hehe, want to learn?" Feng Wuji looked at Yang Xia, and his lewd smile reappeared, knowing his intentions.

"Hmm. Yang Xia nodded earnestly and was humbly taught.

"Okay, the deity will teach you. Feng Wuji happily agreed and handed the jade flute to Yang Xia.......

In the huge territory of the life clan, there are broken walls and ruins everywhere, hundreds of millions of corpses are lying in wait everywhere, and the blood has become a river, and the tragic situation is tragic.

Tianxin Ancestor stood in front of the great treasure house of the life clan, the treasure house had already been breached, and the children of the life clan died in front of the treasure house, and the disciples of each sect were cleaning the battlefield, burning the corpses with spells, counting the treasures in the treasure house, and the two Nine Domains Inspectors supervised.

"Master, the Wanhua Clan is still slaughtering mortals of the Life Clan. Gu He held the guqin in his arms, stood behind Tianxin, probed for a moment, frowned, and said, Wanhua was the most ruthless after the backlash, not only slaughtering the monks of the life clan, but also killing the mortals of the life clan.

"This vein of the butcher's knife has been erected, and it will not stop, let them go. Tianxin Ancestor wouldn't stop it, and he didn't want to stop it, so he spoke lightly.

"I calculated, there are still a lot of atmospheric transporters in the Destiny Clan who have escaped, do you want to send an order to the disciples of the Tianxin Sect to chase and kill, it will be a disaster to keep these Destiny Clansmen after all. The divine operator pinched his fingers, used the innate divine calculation to evolve the heavenly machine, his eyes narrowed, and after a while, he looked at the Tianxin Ancestor and said.

"No, the sects will do a good job of dealing with the aftermath, more than a million disciples have died this time, it's time to stop. Tianxin Ancestor was silent for a long time and shook his head.

"Wanhua Yimai has always been a big problem, and the remnants of the life clan can be left alone for the time being, but this clan must be dealt with as soon as possible. The god operator looked at the outer gate of the heavenly dome, and the old man's eyes were full of murderous aura.

"It's not the time, don't move some hole cards, it's difficult to destroy the Wanhua line, for now there is only the right time, you and the lonely crane deal with the treasure house. "Tianxin Ancestor flicked his slender fingers, and the Dao was here.

The lone crane and the god operator glanced at each other, and they were silent, not knowing what the master was planning.

A day passed, when Yang Xia and Feng Wuji returned to the territory of the life clan, the corpses of hundreds of millions of monks had been burned, the smell of burnt was punishable, the black ash was all over the field, and the wind swept up all over the sky, he looked around the four fields, and there was a dilapidated scene in sight, desolate everywhere, the grass and trees did not exist, and the soil under his feet was bloody, and after stepping on it, the blood seeped out of the soil, and he didn't know how long it would take for the years to dry up.

Yang Xia paused for a moment, it was difficult to express his state of mind at this moment, he had also slaughtered the people of the Life Clan, and his hands were covered with the blood of the Life Clan monks.

Feng Wuji yawned, his face was lazy, not half uncomfortable, he had lived for a long time, he had long been accustomed to life and death, and he had also experienced the dark years that were a hundred times more cruel than today, and the battle of the life clan was nothing to Feng Wuji.

In the distance, a girl with a perfect jade face, convex and backward was wearing an off-the-shoulder black robe, flew to Feng Wuji's side, and after landing, she stroked her hair demonically, looked at Yang Xiahou, and stepped forward to hold the obscene Feng Wuji.

"Why are you here?" Feng Wuji frowned, shaking off the girl, his face impatient.

"People just miss you!" the girl pouted, spoiled, and the little daughter was full of posture.

Yang Xia looked at the girl with a pure face and white skin for a moment, thought of something, her face turned pale, her body trembled, and she covered her mouth with her hand.

"Little ghost, what are you shaking?" the girl looked at Yang Xia, who covered her mouth in confusion and kept swinging her body, for some reason.

"I ..... I want to throw up. Yang Xia didn't lie, he really wanted to vomit.

"What do you mean?" the girl frowned, her voice cold.

Yang Xia shook his head violently, couldn't hold back anymore, bent over and vomited wildly.

"Little ghost, do you want to die?" The girl was furious, this was the first man who wanted to vomit when he saw her, he had been cultivating for thousands of years, who saw that she was not fascinated, the little ghost in front of him actually vomited wildly, and her body trembled slightly.

Yang Xia wiped her mouth, her little face turned pale, and she said helplessly: "You are the bone-eroding grandmother in Feng Wuji's mouth, right?

"Granny Bone Eater, I'll slaughter you little ghost!" Sha Xiangjun trembled angrily, screamed, and was about to make a move, but was stopped by Feng Wuji, he already felt bad, squinted at Yang Xia, and said angrily: "Little bastard, the deity warns you not to make trouble, otherwise the consequences will be very serious!"

"You really don't blame me, it was Feng Wuji who said it, he said that it was enough to see your honor! Yang Xia pointed at Feng Wuji and poured dirty water on the old scourge.

"Wind Wuji!" Sha Xiangjun narrowed his eyes, looked at the old scourge Sen Ran, gritted his teeth, and his body surged with mang, which was very dangerous.