After Duan Qingrou learned the news, she was stunned for a long time. She wanted to control her emotions and prevent herself from crying.

However, tears of incompetence rolled down uncontrollably.

Although she was wishful thinking, even though she knew they were impossible, when she learned the news, Duan Qingrou only felt that her heart had been cut by a sharp knife.

The news of Chu Jingzhe, the first young man, died, was like wings rising, and it quickly spread to other places with Zhongzhou Tianyuan City as the center.

A young genius, a rare monster in ancient times, ended up being a demon before he rose, and completely withered before he could shine.

The name Chu Jingzhe can be regarded as a legend of a generation.

From making a name for himself on the trial journey not long ago, to shining in the ranking competitions of the three major academys, breaking the taboo realm, being attracted by the back mountain, and being accepted as the ninth disciple.

Later, he led to the nine levels of world-destruction disasters, and realized the invincible swordsmanship in the back mountain, and slaughtered the saints in the Xingyao Realm.

Not long ago, I broke into the forbidden area of ​​life and buried the immortal island. After obtaining its inheritance, I escaped unscrupulously.

Each of these is a legend, but this great monster who has created countless legends died apart, which makes countless people feel regretful.

Three days later, the disciples of the three major academy led by Yuan Gang, Xiao Yutang, Ding Yi and others climbed to the back mountain and wanted to send this friend a ride.

On weekdays, outsiders are not allowed to enter the back mountain, and even the elders of the three major academies are not allowed to enter.

But this time, the magic circle on the stone steps was removed from the back mountain and sent everyone up the mountain.

Those who went up the mountain to mourn Chu Jingzhe together, besides Yuan Gang, Xiao Yutang, Ding Yi, Jin Ao and others with him, Zui Qianchou, Sanque Taoist, and Duan Qinghan, Qin Muyu, and Zhou Zi'ang who were walking with him on the trial road.

Everyone came to Chu Jingzhe's tomb with sadness on his face.

Zhou Zi'ang's heart was even more complicated. He thought that on the road to trial, his younger brother Zhou Zihao died at the hands of Chu Jingzhe. He even vowed that he would kill Chu Jingzhe to avenge his younger brother.

But now, when he learned that Chu Jingzhe had fallen, he was not happy at all. On the contrary, he was more regretful and sad.

After all, if Chu Jingzhe had not kept his past grudges and led them all the way, he might have died on the road of trial.

Although there is grudge, I dare not forget it.

Moreover, after all, my brother did something too much at the beginning.

"Why……"

Zhou Zi'ang sighed secretly. Now that everyone is dead, everything should be let go.

Duan Qingrou also came. She tried hard to control her emotions, but when she walked to the new grave, she realized that she could not control the sadness at all. If her brother Duan Qinghan had not supported her, she would have been unable to stand firm long ago.

The disciples in the back mountain all watched all this quietly, and except for the eldest and seventh disciples, everyone else was present.

Suddenly, a figure caught their attention in the crowd.

Diuretic heart.

The first genius of the younger generation of Jingtian Palace performed extremely amazingly in the ranking battles of the three major academies. In the end, he lost to Zui Qianchou with one move and joined the War God Academy.

This time, the appearance of Bai Poxin was indeed a bit surprising. After all, he had no intersection with Chu Jingzhe.

However, the disciples in the back mountain knew it well.

After a long time, everyone left, and the back mountain returned to peace again. Several disciples from the back mountain looked at the tomb of clothes and smiled gradually.

Soon, Chu Jingzhe walked out of the house. The second senior sister looked at him and asked, "How?"

Chu Jingzhe shook his head slightly, "He is hiding too deep, I can't see it!"

The second senior sister smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, our goal has been achieved anyway!"

Bai Poxin comes to the back mountain, mourning is fake, mainly to test the attitude of the back mountain.

Now, there is no reaction from the back mountain, which means that after Chu Jingzhe comes back, he has not awakened until he dies, so it is naturally impossible to tell the secret of appearing in the Heavenly Palace to intercept him.

Presumably, this news will be sent back to Jingtian Palace soon.

In fact, as they guessed, after Bai Poxin left the back mountain, he secretly returned to Jingtian Palace.

Nandou City, Jingtian Palace.

Yao Zhenjiang was full of anger and a little worried between his eyebrows. Lian Qingyun knelt in the hall, trembling all over. As for the other high-level officials of Jingtian Palace, they stood on both sides and did not dare to show off.

Yao Zhenjiang looked down at Lian Qingyun and shouted with gritted teeth.

"We have been enduring humiliation for nearly a thousand years, and have been surviving for nearly a thousand years. Every step we take is cautious and walking on thin ice. You actually reveal your identity. Do you want to let the efforts of several generations of us put into waste for so many years? Do you want our vitality that we have finally recovered to become the target of public criticism and the public enemy of the world again?"

I saw him scolding Lian Qingyun in a scattered manner.

With his personality, he really wished he could beat Lian Qingyun to death with one palm.

"I didn't expect that Chu Jingzhe would actually have a trump card!" Lian Qingyun said tremblingly.

At that time, I originally thought that Chu Jingzhe was already a lamb to be slaughtered and could not escape from his palm, but who would have thought that the brick in his hand was so terrifying that his strong man at the peak of the holy realm would be knocked to the ground.

Thinking about it now, his heart was filled with anger. If he hadn't been dead, he would have wished he would have cut him into pieces.

"Now, I can only pray that Chu Jingzhe will bring your identities to the underworld together, otherwise I will cut you alive!"

Yao Zhenjiang shouted angrily, then looked at the other senior management and said, "Import you immediately and destroy everything about the identity of the stronghold and be ready to evacuate at any time!"

"yes……"

Everyone had a serious expression and agreed.

For them, the most important thing is tantamount to the identity of the Temple of Slaughter. Once this information is exposed, they can only hide in the darkness as before.

I want to change my face and walk under the light, I don’t know how many years it will take to clean my identity.

Just as everyone was about to convey the order, they were dressed in white clothes and proudly rushed back.

"Prince, don't panic!"

"Boxin, you are back just in time. Follow everyone to evacuate!" Yao Zhenjiang saw that the person coming was the first genius of the younger generation of Jingtian Palace, and the saint son of Jingtian Palace, Bai Poxin.

"Parent Lord, don't move for now. I got the news that Chu Jingzhe is indeed dead. And I tried the disciples in the back mountain. They didn't seem to know that our Jingtian Palace was involved in this interception!"

Hearing this, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, especially Lian Qingyun, who stood up excitedly.

"Haha! As long as Chu Jingzhe dies, no one in the world will know our identity again, so you can rest assured!"

"Sit down and rest assured? Can you speak for a while?" Yao Zhenjiang scolded sternly.
Chapter completed!