A round of sunset is reflected on the top of Kun'e Mountain, the red sun is dyed all over the clouds, and the Zhengyang Hall is bright red, the noisy waves calm down, and the whole coast seems to fall into silence.

In the main hall, everyone surrounded the emperor, Miao Qingqing was still in a coma, and the expressionless Zhengyangzi felt more sad than anyone else, and still had to pray for the emperor's practice, and there were words in his mouth.

Zhengyangzi personally washed Huangtian, bathed him and changed his clothes, touched Huangtian's cold body, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes while the apprentice was not paying attention.

"Carry it away!" Zhengyangzi waved his hand, and Huangtian's body slowly landed on the bamboo board. Each of the four disciples lifted a corner and carefully lifted the bamboo board to the top of the Kun'e Mountain Burial Shrine.

Zhengyangzi wants to personally keep vigil for the emperor for seven days, and the immortal burial platform is located on the top of the second peak of Kun'e Mountain. Named for its shape like a human hand and its eclipse pointing to the sun, this peak is also the closest mountain to the sun.

Seven days after death, the soul will return after traveling to heaven and earth, and if the body of the deceased is filthy and hidden in the darkness and does not see the light of day, then the soul will also be contaminated with evil spirits, and it is very likely that it will become an evil spirit.

The reason why Zhengyangzi was buried in the sun was that he hoped that the soul of the emperor could always remain pure, be purified by Haori, and enter the cycle of life and death.

The person who guards the spirit needs to keep his body clean and fast, and once he is keeping the spirit, his heart is weak and pious, his body is empty, his body is hungry, and not a drop of water is allowed to touch it, and these requirements are nothing to the monk.

Miao Qingqing woke up and found herself lying on the bed and hurriedly got up. Tianyi happened to arrive with a bowl of porridge and put it on the table.

"Senior sister, you're awake, the master and his old man have gone to keep a watch, you can eat something!"

Miao Qingqing didn't know how to vent her inner sadness except crying.

"Senior brother, where is the master? I want to go and see the emperor for the last time. Tianyi knew that Miao Qingqing couldn't let go. Huangtian was brought up by Miao Qingqing, although the two of them are not related by blood, they have a deep mother-son relationship, especially Huangtian is always a green lady, and the green lady calls.

"You're too weak, let's take a sip of porridge first, I don't think the emperor wants to see you so haggard!" Tianyi comforted, Miao Qingqing finally listened a little.

At the top of the ethereal peak, the old man of the three sects led many disciples to clean up the mess, and many sects were embarrassed because of the end of the conference, and this happened again, and they went back one after another after saying goodbye to the old man of the three sects.

Only Huang Youcheng is now in the same place stupidly, the head and young master of his heart are long gone, and the Bingqing sword is constantly swaying in his hand.

Most of the disciples in the sect were killed and injured, and even those who were alive were all demented, which was the sequelae left by the Soul Dementoring Dafa.

Huang Youcheng knelt in front of many disciples: "The disciple is incompetent, he failed to carry forward the Qingcheng faction, and he failed to discover the abnormality of the young master to put the three sects and the sect into a crisis, and the disciple is ashamed!" After saying that, Huang Youcheng actually pulled out the Bingqing sword and prepared to apologize for his crimes.

"Oh, sin and sin, why do you suffer from this? That devil is insidious and cunning, and even we have been deceived, let alone you. The monk with a sword eyebrow sat next to Huang Youcheng, and under his ass was the hardcover book.

"If you are really dead, the Qingcheng faction will really be amazing, and look at the Bingqing Sword in your hand. Master Wuxiang asked Huang Youcheng to look at the sword, and he quietly stuffed the book into his arms.

Huang Youcheng came from the scabbard and saw that many children were densely engraved.

"This is, the mantra of the Bingqing Sword Technique!" Huang Youcheng looked at the Wuxiang Master in surprise, this Bingqing Sword is the treasure of the Qingcheng Sect, not to show outsiders, how does the Wuxiang Mage know the secret of the scabbard.

"Amitabha, good, good. "In fact, Wuxiang doesn't want to talk to him, what he wants is to go back early, study hard, and make progress every day.

"Master, I see. I will work hard to carry forward the Qingcheng faction and live up to the expectations of the head and the young master. Huang Youcheng came to Wu Youcai's side, and when he saw his crazy appearance, he couldn't help sighing.

"Ghost, ghost! Eat people, be afraid!" Wu Youcai curled up and buried his head in the ground. Huang Youcheng couldn't bear it, although he hated him, he still took care of it sadly when he saw his pity.

The Lord of the Ethereal Peak, Ziyang Zhenren, was really anxious at the moment, on the one hand, he had to take care of the injured disciples, and on the other hand, this conference could be said to have made him lose face.

"Old man Zi, you don't have to blame yourself, who would have thought that this demon sect would be so blatant, you have also seen it, the other party is prepared. Ahem, cough ......!" The poison of the bitter bamboo Dao people had just been resolved, and his body was a little weak, and he coughed.

"Hey, if it weren't for Zhengyangzi in charge this time, I'm afraid that my three sects would have suffered heavy casualties, but it would be that emperor's child, it's a pity, it's a pity!" Ziyang Zhenren sighed again and again, saying that the old man of the three sects should also be the emperor's half son.

"Brother Tian, Brother Tian...!" The ethereal peak echoed the call of the little girl's true feelings, and the heart-rending roar The fat man was hoarse, and then he could barely shout, and his left hand tightly wrote the tooth marks of his right hand.

"Don't cry, Aoi. Your brother Tian will definitely be fine, then Zhengyang Zigong Ginseng Creation, there must be a way to save Huangtian!" "Water Moon Master Hua Biluo knew that these words were just to comfort herself, but it was better to have hope than despair.

"Mother, is what you said true?Brother Tian will definitely be fine!" Hua Jiukui's hoarse voice made the female disciples beside her cry when they heard it.

"You go down and help help those injured disciples!" Hua Biluo commanded not to let the disciples grieve too much.

"Yes, master!" Many female disciples hurriedly wiped away their tears and went down to help.

That Hua Jiukui cried and cried and fell asleep, and kept whispering in her dreams: "Brother Tian..."

It seems that because the little girl's cry reached the cave, a long sigh came out of an ancient cave at the cliff of the ethereal peak. This sigh is like a thousand years of sorrow, faint but long.

In the dormitory of the Demon Realm Ten Thousand Demon Palace, Wan Jingyou was sitting at the table and drinking heavily, and Zhengyangzi's sharp eyes kept appearing in his mind.

"Bang" crushed the wine glass in her hand, and the maid was frightened and picked up the pieces.

"The hateful Zhengyangzi actually hurt the quality like this. However, the Taiyuan Ancient Formation is quite tricky, and it seems that this matter has to be considered in the long run. ”

Wan Jingyou came to a pool of blood, and a black shadow flashed out of his body and sank into the pool of blood. Bubbles then erupted from the pool of blood, and countless bones floated from the bottom of the pool.

"Qianxin, my son, you will recuperate here, and my father is looking forward to your coming out again, don't let me down!" Wan Jingyou thought of Qianxin, and suddenly brightened.

Born from the egg, the sky is a vision. Demon energy is natural, three years old to give birth to a demon spirit, five years old to give birth to a demon soul, seven years old to become an immortal demon body, nine years old to look at the demon world invincible, fierce nature, decisive killing, born the purest demon.

Wan Jingyou returned to the dormitory, opened a box, which was full of dazzling books, and took out one and asked a maid to taste it slowly.