The voices were silent. After a moment, they were about to be in an uproar when they were suddenly attacked by a powerful cold ghost.

The sunlight was still three times cold, and they opened their mouths and almost blew out a thick air conditioner.

Yingxujun said irritably: "Don't ask me to hear you say a word again! Otherwise, if one counts one, I will tell you to go down and accompany him immediately!"

Yingxujun's body is very similar to that of ordinary people. His reaction will be slower than that of ordinary people during the day. He just moved too fast. Everything was only in an instant, and he had no time to stop it.

It is useless to be upset now. He flew into the mountains in an instant, leaving a faint shadow in the sky, and fell on Haoran Pavilion in full steps.

The two disciples rushed to the outside of the pavilion. Yingxujun had no intention of responding to their story. A gun was born out of thin air from the sleeve. He looked at the wind and hooked the front of Luo Fuchun who was rushing in front, lifted him up in the air, lifted him up to Sang Luojiu's body behind, and forced the two out of the pavilion together.

He scolded him behind his back: "Don't get in the way! Go away!"

After saying that, Yingxu's king tilted his collar and stabbed his long gun into the soil next to the pavilion, like a blood-red tassel, moving in the wind.

Luo Fuchun's face was filled with tears and he was about to move forward, but was pulled by Sang Luojiu from behind.

After a short journey, Luo Fuchun was exhausted, and his struggle was filled with dying weakness: "Master..."

Sang Luojiu: "Senior Brother!"

The blood flowing from Feng Rugu's cuff hurt Luo Fuchun's eyes: "Master..."

Sang Luojiu wrapped his arm tightly and ordered: "Senior Brother!"

He pressed his face against Luo Fuchun's back, not wanting others to see his expression clearly.

Sang Luojiu has always been like this. His emotions fluctuate and his thoughts fluctuate. Even if he goes to death, he never has the habit of showing it to others.

Luo Fuchun was only shouted to his senses.

He stared in a daze ahead, and his trembling hand held Sang Luojiu's hand that was tightly wrapped around his waist, and clenched it with him.

King Yingxu stepped into Haoran Pavilion, but saw a young long-haired monk coming earlier than him, kneeling beside Feng Rugu, and hugging his upper body in his arms.

This man actually resisted the evil spirit that was surging around him, and his eyebrows were extremely calm. He was gently stroked and tracing Feng Rugu's eyebrows with his fingertips, as if it was the first time he met him in his life.

Yingxujun glanced at the strange young man and saw that there was a heavy snowfall in his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a jerk in his heart.

Instead of taking Feng Rugu, he leaned over with him, knelt on one knee, and merged a chilled spiritual power into Feng Rugu's body.

As the master of Qingliang Valley, Lu Yujiu is well versed in the art of collecting souls.

But today, due to his identity, he has never come.

Fortunately, Yingxujun was by his side for a long time, and he also understood some of the soul-catching techniques of the Crow Ghost Clan.

At least you can collect the soul core and bring it back to Qingliang Valley, and there may be a line...

Yingxujun's face changed drastically.

...Feng Rugu actually melted away the soul core?

Different from ordinary people, the three flowers gather in the top and internalize them into cores. After death, they have more opportunities to cultivate into the ghost realm. Just collect their soul cores and nourish them well, and they can live in the world as ghosts.

Yingxujun himself is such an existence.

And Feng Rugu actually cut off this road!

At this time, Jing Sanchai came by the wind.

He forgot all the conflicts and conflicts with Yingxujun, grabbed his sleeves, and his voice trembled with a hurry: "What's wrong?"

Yingxujun withdrew his hand and opened his eyes.

Jing Sanchai's voice changed: "Master, how... what happened to him..."

Yingxu Jun gave in so that Jing Sanchai could take a look at Feng Rugu for the last time.

He has seen a lot of things that a fellow Taoist dies and relatives and friends are separated forever.

But he still can't get used to it.

The shackles of Taoist Lord made him unable to make a sad voice. He only clenched his fists in his sleeves and endured the burning heat in his chest: "Look at him more."

Jing Sanchai knelt on both knees, refused to go to see Feng Rugu, but only looked at him steadily, holding his cuffs with both hands, refused to relax, and his lips were all white: "Master, don't be angry with me, you have a way..."

Seeing that his expression was strange, King Yingxu suddenly felt something was wrong. He raised his fingertips and clicked on several meridians on his chest in time: "Three Flowers! Calm your mind and regulate your breath!"

Under great sorrow and grief, blood foam was already gushing from the corner of Jing Sanchao's mouth!

Seeing that the situation became increasingly difficult to control, Yingxu Jun did not dare to delay any longer, and pressed his cold palm half an inch on Jing Sanchai's forehead: "...Sanchai, sorry."

In an instant, a cold ghost aura like a thunderous wave caught in Jing Sanchai's mind.

Jing Sanchai was shocked, her mind was lost, her body leaned forward, and she fell into a coma.

When he was about to fall to the ground, Yingxujun took off the cloak with ghost power injected from his shoulders, picked Jing Sanchai up straight, held it in his arms with one hand, and pinched his fingers with the other hand to identify the soul that was still separated.

At least you have to grasp two souls and four spirits...

However, the Haoran Pavilion was empty.

Feng Ruyuan's soul seemed to be melted into the body, and seemed to be transformed into thousands of winds. In short, it no longer exists in the pavilion.

Wangshu Jun also watched Feng Rugu grow up since childhood, and was shocked and heartbroken, but she quickly calmed down and stood up to maintain the situation: "You guys, what else do you have to say about this result?"

Xuanjijun never expected that Feng Rugu would die so neatly. If he pursued Feng Ling again and forced Feng Ling to admit the crime of shelter, he would be unable to open his mouth.

But just stopping the market like this is a waste of this great situation!

While he was planning how to continue, Chang Boning had not arrived at the pavilion to check the situation. He whipped his long sleeves and stood in front of the person, erasing the bloodline oozing from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were slightly red: "Or, do you need me, Chang Boning, to follow Yun Zhongjun and commit suicide?"

As soon as these words were said, Xuan Jijun closed his eyes slightly.

He knew that big things were hard to accomplish.

Sure enough, after experiencing a long silence, the crowd made a buzzing voice to persuade him to reciprocate him: "No need to do this..."

"This... Duanrong Junyan is so heavy."

"Yun Zhongjun actually doesn't have to commit suicide. We didn't come here to force him to commit suicide. We just need an explanation..."

Wang Shu Jun came to Chang Boning gently, stood side by side with him, and wanted to speak for him: "Everyone, what's going on today-"

Who would have thought that Chang Boning took her words: "... Today's matter was because I, Feng Ling, failed to handle the old matter well, which caused criticism from all over the world. Now, I have given you a result as usual. What kind of result do all the fellow Taoists want? Chang Boning will do his best and will never refuse!"

Wang Shujun remained calm and reached out to put his hand on his shoulder and patted it twice to show comfort.

Chang Boning is two years younger than her and is the first to get started among the new generation of four disciples. Wangshu Jun is the most familiar with him.

She whispered: "Boning, calm down."

"I'm very calm." Chang Boning lowered his head slightly, "This is a situation that I've been fighting for as usual. I can't...can't waste..."

Chang Boning whispered softly, as if he was repeatedly reminding himself: "I am the Lord of Fengling Mountain, I am Chang Boning. Master entrusts Fengling to me. This is my responsibility. I should take responsibility..."

Wangshu Jun noticed that his voice was different and couldn't help but remind him: "Boning."

"I know, calm down...I should calm down." Chang Boning's body trembled, "But I really want...I have something unknown..."

Wang Shujun tried to soften his voice: "What's the matter?"

Chang Boning looked at her in confusion: "...Why didn't they force me to commit suicide?"

If this is the case, he will leave as usual. Maybe he will not blame himself for being irresponsible, right?

Wang Shu Jun was speechless for a moment and looked at Haoran Pavilion.

All the chaos around me is like a thin layer of transparent separation from Ruyi.

Ruyi has been calm and tidy, looking down at her empty little fingers and Feng Rugu's face.

Ruyi gently hugged his body, touched his neck and forehead, and just stroked it carefully, as if she was afraid that it would hurt him.

After the meridians in the body were broken, blood surged out from Feng Rugu's heart, which was blooming in all its beauty.

The mysterious clothes were not visible. Blood slowly blew out along his clothes silently.

Like a white-gold monk robe, gradually dizzying with bloody patterns, the golden lotus on the robe crawled into blood.

He put Feng Rugu's body into his arms, and more blood was stained with his body, his knees, chest, waist, abdomen, and face. He could not detect it, and hugged him in a precious smell of blood.

Ruyi asked in a breath sound: "Is it...you?"

He held the other hand in his sleeve, pinching something tightly, making his fingertips hurt.

Ruyi slowly pronounced the two words as heavy as a thousand pounds: "...Entertainment Father?"

With a light bang, the red bean bracelets in his sleeve spread out.

The bright red beans jumped and scattered all over the ground, some fell into the small blood pool formed by him, some did not.

He grabbed Feng Rugu's clothes on his shoulders and his scalp was numb and his fingertips were soft, so he didn't know how much effort he had used.

Ruyi lowered her head and whispered with all her strength: "...Feng Ruyuan. You lied to me again..."

Yan Jiangnan rushed to the vicinity. Seeing that Feng Rugu's breath was cut off, she still refused to accept it. She stepped forward and tried various treatment methods one by one. Her heart slowly jumped in her mouth and gradually became cold.

She whispered, "Ruyi, give him to me."

Ruyi hugged him, and seemed to be unable to understand what Yan Jiangnan meant.

Yan Jiangnan swallowed his tears hard: "My senior brother... is from Fengling Mountain."
To be continued...