Mu Ziqing stared at Lin Qi's eyes and said coldly:

"Senior Brother Wu Tianfeng died at your hands, and he has nothing. Pen%Fun%Pavilion www.biquge.info I will destroy your dantian now, abolish your qi sea, and cut off your path of cultivating immortals and martial arts. But you can at least live as a mortal, and you can pass on your ancestry and enjoy your old age...... It's your last luck, but take it. ”

After a slight pause, Mu Ziqing said again:

"I am Xi Kunlun Mu Ziqing, if you are not convinced, and you still want to take revenge in the future or let your descendants take revenge, you can come to me. ”

After saying this, Mu Ziqing turned around and left, Huang Chang, Wang Feng and others also left, and the group entered the Longshou Yuan Taoist Temple. As the gate of the Taoist temple closed with a "bang", only a white-haired old man kneeling on the ground remained, and a young man who collapsed on the ground and was once extremely proud.

............

Regarding Changqingzi's last grace, Jin Rong and several other young and vigorous disciples secretly muttered a few words, nothing more than words like "the master respects a good person", but Mu Ziqing has no different color, and he has obviously been mentally prepared for a long time. And more mature disciples such as Huang Chang and Wang Feng were not surprised at all - since Xi Kunlun is known as a famous and decent family, it must be reflected in this regard. For the enemy who took the initiative to "turn himself in", if he was caught by the law enforcement hall, he would be killed, so if there was such a thing in the future, who would kill himself?

The two people of the Lin family dared to come over, probably with similar thoughts. They were right—both men were able to leave. Lin Qi was carried down the mountain by his grandfather, although it was a little miserable, but after all, his life was saved. Huang Chang and others had to return to Kunlun Mountain with a coffin.

The body of Wu Tianfeng, the blue-clothed disciple of West Kunlun, will be buried in the cemetery of the sect, his identity plate will be buried with him, and the magic weapons that have been used will be sent back to the Tiangong Hall to wait for the selection of the next destined person.

Immortal cultivators don't pay much attention to skin, and Kunlun Mountain actually doesn't pay much attention to funeral ceremonies after death. However, as the same group of junior brothers, senior sisters, Huang Chang and other ninety-five blue-clothed disciples still gathered, and under the leadership of Mu Ziqing and Chen Xiangrong, they participated in the burial ceremony of the martial disciples.

Since stepping into the stage of blue-clothed disciples, it is rare for their group of disciples to gather like this, and everyone thinks that Senior Brother Mu, who has always loved to nag, will probably talk about something again this time - but no, Mu Ziqing just silently put a few sticks of incense in front of the coffin, and then turned around and looked at everyone in front of him carefully, his eyes were slightly red, but he didn't say a word.

On the contrary, Senior Sister Chen Xiangrong, who was also red-eyed, sighed and stood up and said:

"There were 97 people when I went up the mountain, and now there are 95 left, and I hope that there will be no more damage before the real art is out of the mountain. Now that you are all true immortal cultivators, senior brothers and sisters may be able to help a little, but after all, it is impossible to take care of you all the time like you did in the mountains...... At the bottom of the mountain, everything depends on yourselves. Life or death is up to you. ”

After saying this, Chen Xiangrong also seemed to be a little excited, and waved his hand to signal everyone to disband. Most of them left immediately—the feelings between the immortal cultivators were indifferent, and the martial apprentice was not a well-traveled person, except for a few friends who would really grieve over his death, and the others were just sighing. The path of the immortal path of Wu Tianfeng, a blue-clothed disciple of West Kunlun, was only a handful of loess in this sect cemetery from then on.

- Even in the mouths of a few meaner guys, this man's death was purely self-inflicted.

"Now, the old lame man has a new lesson, and he can talk to the younger brothers and sisters who will come to worship in the future......

Hearing this witty remark from a certain junior brother next to him, even Huang Chang couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, but then he quickly put on a serious face - the "old lame" who had returned to Kunlun Mountain at some point, Xia Yuanji and Uncle Xia suddenly walked towards him.

"Ha, Yellow Boy, are you here...... You came to me last time you went back to the mountain, but you forgot?"

The other blue-clothed disciples may not know, but Huang Chang is well aware of the strength of this sect's tomb keeper - even Master Changqingzi has to call him "senior brother". Immediately and respectfully give a great gift:

"The disciple didn't dare to forget, he came here more than ten days ago, but at that time, the master had not yet returned to the mountain. ”

"Oh......" the old lame nodded, "Alright, come and sit down with me, I have something to look for you." ”

Huang Chang couldn't refuse, so not long after, he stood in a low and gloomy hut, watching the old lame crawl in and out of the coffin of the martial brother, and was busy arranging something - in this world, it is not new for the corpses buried in the ground to get up again and run around. It still happens a lot in the mortal world of the Nether, let alone in places where there is plenty of aura.

It would be funny if this kind of thing happened in the Kunlun Mountain Cemetery, so all the buried corpses would be "processed" in advance by the personnel of the Heavenly Master Hall - cultivating zombies and preventing corpses from becoming one and the same thing, and letting them manage the cemetery is also a professional counterpart.

"Ha, don't be formal, find a place to sit first, I'll finish it in a while." ”

- The old lame is quite easy-going, and he doesn't put on the shelf of elders. Huang Changyuan is not a restrained person, but he just looks around - there is a row of meat that I don't know what it is hanging on the spring bench, a few bones are piled up on the chair next to him, and the leather on the backrest is even more chilling...... Think about it or stand.

After a while, the old lame finished his work, and with a slight wave of his sleeve, the coffin lid closed by itself, and then two tall black-robed "people" walked in from the outside, easily lifted the coffin, and walked out slowly, presumably even taking care of the burial work.

Although they are no strangers to zombies, it still feels strange to come into contact with them on the Kunlun Mountains. Huang Chang couldn't help but look at those two "things" a few more times, and said in his heart that it was no wonder that the old lame man could manage such a large cemetery by himself, and it was estimated that he had many such "employees" under him.

Noticing his gaze, the old lame laughed:

"How about it? Do you want to get one too? Your junior brother named Jin Rong has already come to apply and asked for an iron-armored corpse soldier. With that thing to help you up, it's not easy for you to win the next time you fight him. ”