"Oh, it's all trivial, I broke through accidentally, I didn't mean it, isn't such a fast cultivation speed too damaging to other disciples? Next time I will definitely pay attention and suppress it", Wang Li grinned, showing the lower limit here without skin and face, and the little fat who was lying on the side and couldn't move could only roll his eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You kid, you're still so stubborn, what can you do in the future", Xu Qing covered her smile and made a rare joke, "But jumping two levels in a row within a few months, you can indeed be regarded as a once-in-a-century genius in the Vientiane Sect, and the master and many elders often mention you, and now you have really become a star disciple."

Seeing that Xu Da Meinu, who has always been ice clear and jade, and does not smile, actually joked with herself today, Young Master Wang's heart trembled, and her always clever speech stammered a little, "Yes...... Yes, then I still have to thank Senior Sister Xu for bringing me into the sect that day, in the end, it is your discerning eyes, hahahaha."

Xu Qing was really defeated by this shameless hob meat, shook his head, and was about to speak, but he heard a bell suddenly ringing in the sect, long and solemn.

She stopped what she was about to say, looked back suddenly, and looked in the direction where the sound of the bell came from, her beautiful eyes were full of disbelief, "It turned out to be the mourning bell, the mourning bell rang!"

Wang Li's coming to the sect for so long, he had only heard the sound of drums, and he had never heard the bell, and at this moment, when he saw Xu Qing, whose delicate body was trembling slightly, he knew that something terrible must have happened when the bell rang.

"Senior sister, what is the Mourning Bell?", Wang Li couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked.

Xu Qing's face was solemn, and she turned around, "The mourning bell for the soul, as the name suggests, is the bell for mourning the souls of the dead, and this bell rings to indicate that there are important people in the sect who have died in battle." The bell rings three times, which means that there is a true disciple who died in battle, the bell rings six times, which means that an elder dies in battle, and the nine bells ring mean that there is an elder or the head of the sect who died in battle, not to mention you, I have never heard the bell ring in the sect for so long, and I have only heard of the name of this bell, and I didn't expect to hear the bell ring three times today."

"What?!", Wang Li was taken aback, there were actually true disciples who died in battle! You must know that the true transmission disciples are the most backbone of the sect, and the threshold condition for becoming a true transmission is that they must be above the peak of qi training, in fact, all the current true transmission disciples are cultivators of the Great Perfection of Qi cultivation, and the young disciples of this kind of cultivation can be 100% able to advance to the foundation building, that is to say, how can it not be surprising that a future sect elder died today.

"Who the hell can kill the True Transmission disciple?", Xu Qingqiao muttered with frost on her face.

The true disciples represent the strongest combat power of the disciples of the sect, and it is needless to say that they are cultivated. And every true disciple has a powerful magic weapon and life-saving elixir with him, even if he really can't fight, if he wants to escape, few people can stop him, but today, a true disciple didn't even escape, and died directly, which gave Xu Qing a huge pressure, because other true disciples could be killed, and she Xu Qing naturally could.

The low and resentful bell rang, as if casting a gray veil over the entire Vientiane Sect, and the entire sect was gloomy, and all the disciples had grim faces, completely losing their former vitality.

"All disciples, gather in front of the tomb of Qunying, mourn the souls of the dead", after the bell stopped, a voice blessed by true qi spread out within the sect, exploding in the ears of many disciples like spring thunder, and all the disciples were shocked and recovered from the sad atmosphere.

Many disciples bent down and bowed their hands, looking respectful, "Yes, follow the sect master's decree."

Fat was injured and unable to participate, so Wang Li pushed him back to his cave, and he took out the pure white robe he had received when he entered the inner door from his storage bag and put it on his body.

The tomb of the heroes, located in one of the eight immortal peaks of the "Death Peak" back mountain, is the place to bury the disciples of the sect who died in battle, there are countless white flags in the wind, the fierce sound, there are thousands of stone tablets standing quietly here, the stone tablet is facing the direction of another "Shengxuan Peak", take the place of death, the meaning of dying as soon as possible.

And on the open space of the Qunying Tomb, there are densely packed white-robed disciples, and the huge mountain wind shuttles back and forth between the fairy peaks, making a terrible "woo" sound, like crying and complaining, which makes people sigh up to the sky and sorrow.

"Da da da", the sound of footsteps came from behind, all the disciples silently separated a way, eight middle-aged monks in white clothes and white crowns walked in slowly, it was the peak master of the eight peaks of Vientiane, Jiang Shuihan, the peak master of "Jingtai Peak", was also among them, his face was as heavy as water, his steps were heavy, his eyes were full of murderous energy, and the disciples who were approaching retreated one after another.

The eight of them walked to the high platform in front of them, and slowly walked up the steps, and in the center of the high platform lay a cold corpse, although it was covered with a white cloth, but the blood had already soaked through the white cloth, staining it blood-red.

A middle-aged man walked out of the eight people, only to see him with sword eyebrows, eyes like stars, not angry and arrogant, it was the peak master of "Kaiyuan Peak", and he was also the current sect master of Vientiane Sect, Qin Mu.

Sect Master Qin Mu was angry, his arms stretched out, and he bowed his hands to the sky, Lang Lang shouted, "Life is in the world, go to the morning dew."

Tens of thousands of sect disciples in the audience all knelt down violently, their hands slightly arched to the sky, and shouted in unison, "Life is in the world, go to the morning dew", the sound shook the sky, and it could be heard for several miles.

Qin Mu bowed his hand to the ground again, and shouted loudly, "The soul is back, how sad is it for me"

All the disciples arched their hands slightly respectfully, and shouted in unison, "The soul returns, how sad is it for me", and some of the disciples who were familiar with the disciples who died in the battle all had red eyes, and some tears rolled down.

Qin Mu sighed slightly, hoarsely, "Apprentice, let's go", the deceased turned out to be affiliated with Kaiyuan Peak, and he was a disciple of the sect master!

"Senior brother, let's go!", tens of thousands of disciples shouted in unison, and the air ran through the nine heavens, stirring the wind and clouds in the sky, and it was rainy.

"Into the Ding", Qin Mu's eyes were sharp, like a tiger who chooses people and devours them, bursting into shouting.

Jiang Shuihan was full of true qi agitation, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and sucked a huge copper tripod from a distance, this tripod is antique, and there are 9 rare birds tattooed on it, flying and frolicking above the auspicious clouds.

This burial is a unique tripod funeral ceremony of Vientiane Sect, no coffin, but the deceased is put into the big tripod for burial, taking the meaning of respecting heaven and earth, so that the body of the deceased can return to heaven and earth, and the soul of the heroic soul will be immortalized.

Qin Mu gently picked up the body of his beloved disciple, his eyes were a little red, and he slowly put the body into the copper tripod.

"Carry the ding!"

The eight peak masters each stretched out a palm, and together they lifted the bronze tripod above their heads, and slowly walked into the depths of the forest of the Sensen steles, and the disciples of the Vientiane Sect who were half-kneeling on the ground bowed their heads one after another, sending the senior brother on his last journey.

The wind blew northward, only blowing the white flags constantly fluttering, and the dripping light rain fell on the motionless white-clothed disciples, but they didn't realize that compared to this cold rain, what was colder at the moment was the hearts of people.