A person will experience many strange things in his life, ups and downs, and he is still in a deep and profound way. But he must have never had such an experience. He attended his own funeral and watched everyone mourn his departure, while he stood far away, unable to appear or show up.

In this way, on a clear afternoon, the huge white mourning hall was filled with people.

The huge mourning hall that could accommodate at least 500 people was full of people, and even people stood outside the mourning hall, which surprised many of the staff who had passed by and the sad people who came to attend other funerals.

This day was defined as a sunset funeral by cultivation, because this day was the youngest genius in the entire cultivation world, the most likely to become the genius of the heavenly way, and against the strongest cultivator of the foreign clan, Luo Yan, fell...

A total of 3,080 monks from all walks of life and sects came to the sunset funeral. Even the Miao family raising corpse-ridden people who have been in Miaojiang and rarely appeared in the Miao family, and the Xiangxi corpse-drivers who have been very low-key, have sent representatives.

In the huge white hall, dizzying lights flashed.

But none of these 3,080 people made any noise. Maoshan, Zen, Tantric, the fifth group of the national number, Shushan, Longhushan, all the major sects and major market leaders were all here. It can be said that on this day, all the people with great importance in the entire cultivation world arrived.

Long Yingzi stood in the second row, looking at the huge black and white photo in front of him. The photo shows an ordinary boy who can no longer be ordinary, with a smiling face.

He suddenly felt a little stunned, and suddenly felt that the person who had always been very close to him and had been protecting him had not left yet, because his smile seemed to appear beside him.

Ayu stood beside Long Yingzi, lowering his head, and his scattered hair covered his forehead. He didn't dare to look up and never dared to look at the photo of the person ahead.

In the entire venue, there was only one person standing at the forefront of the crowd, a blind old man with a broken arm, a blind man with gray hair, straight back, and wrinkles that were not commensurate with his age.

Nono stood behind the crowd. He looked at the crowd of people, and suddenly felt an unreal feeling, and some messy scenes began to appear in his mind.

The words of that person began to come to her mind.

"You can't get into my world, I won't go back to your world."

She suddenly raised her head and looked at the smiling person in the black and white photo ahead, and she felt a special feeling, a very friendly and intimate feeling, which was a feeling she had never had before.

The old man walked step by step to the microphone in front, tremblingly held the microphone in his hand, and looked at the more than 3,080 monks below. At this moment, he should read out the eulogy to commemorate Luo Yan's life. As Luo Yan's last relative in the world and his only father.

My father had tears faintly at the corner of his eyes. He looked at all the monks below and said calmly: "Actually, I hate you, everyone among you."

His first sentence surprised all the monks. There were constant discussions coming from the crowd, and his father's words surprised everyone.

"But I should thank you again."

My father's shoulders trembled slightly.

"I hate you because if my child had not entered the circle of monks, had not become one of you, and had the ability to go to heaven and earth, perhaps our family would not have been subjected to such great persecution, my wife and children would not have died, I would not have been blind, and Yan'er would not have died. But I still want to thank you, because you let my child see a different world, which we country men never thought of. Today, my child went there, but someone told me that my child died gloriously and pride in death, that would be enough. I am very pleased that there are so many people coming to see him today. I also wish him an ordinary life and healthy life."

My father's words were very short. After he finished speaking, he slowly lowered his head and faint tears flashed at the corners of his eyes.

"Old man, from now on, all my disciples of Longhu Sect will follow you only, and I, Long Shadow, will be your son!"

Long Xingzi's eyes were filled with tears and he shouted loudly.

"Grandpa, from now on, I will be your son, I, I..."

Ah Yu kept crying, crying indescribable voice.

But the father whispered softly: "What's the use? My child can't come back."

At this moment, a few people came from outside the mourning hall, with arrogance and arrogance, and looked extremely arrogant along the way. They were wearing bright yellow coats and their spiritual power rolled on their robes, which was very extraordinary. The only difference was that this was not a mourning team for humans, but a foreign team that showed off their power.

On the day of the sunset funeral, a total of 300 monks from the Butian clan walked into Luo Yan's mourning hall under the leadership of a peak god general.

They walked over as if no one was around, walked through the crowd and reached the forefront of the memorial service.

"Luo Yan seems to be really dead, haha, I'm really overestimating my ability. As a human being, it's so trash to dare to provoke the First Emperor! Haha, your human habits are so fun. In our Butian clan, the strong are always respected by the strong, and the dead are just the weak, so there is no need to remember them. Haha, so you humans are despicable races!"

With such a series of ridicule, a tall figure walked into the mourning hall, wearing a bright yellow robe and a mysterious master's cultivation was fully revealed.

Kuang Mo, the peak god general who took the lead in causing trouble this time, has always been an alternative person in the Butian clan. He has a profound cultivation level but is very mean. Moreover, he is the representative of the young and strong sect in the Butian clan. In his opinion, the weak will die, and the one who dies is the weak.

This time, he received an order from Emperor Dali, leading a group of gods and gods to come to Luo Yan's memorial service to make trouble. Of course, he knew that the eldest son of Emperor Dali was killed. It was reasonable that the Emperor Bu Tian would do this, and the Demon Qi Kuang himself also hoped to come to the world to see it.

"We don't welcome you here. If you don't leave, don't blame us for being polite!"

Long Xingzi's face darkened. He expected that the Butian clan would come to make trouble, but he didn't expect that a peak god general would come. Even if there was a Butian Emperor, he would not retreat.

"Oh? Isn't this the human monk who stood on our broken earth to challenge Lord Shi Huang? What about your dragon and tiger energy? Let me show it out and let me see it. Also, isn't this the little beast of the Beitian lineage? If we Lord Shi Huang doesn't kill you, you don't repent. As a member of the Butian tribe, you actually came to attend the human funeral. It's ridiculous!"

There is a reason why Kuang Mo is so rampant. As soon as he walked in, he found that although there were many people here, no monk surpassed his cultivation level. Therefore, Kuang Mo is the strongest here, so he is naturally fearless.

"Haha, no matter how much shit is on the ground, it will be shit. It will never turn into gold! You people are always despicable races like humans, and they will never turn into higher races like our Butian clan. It makes me laugh! "

Kuang Mo stood in the crowd without any nervousness.

Most of the monks around dared to be angry but dared not speak out, and wanted to take action, but no one dared.

"Today is my child's memorial service. You all, get out of here! You are not welcome here!"

My father's old face showed anger and cursed with a blushing face.

"Old guy, your child is a waste, and you are a waste after all. Who can you humans surrender me today? Your son is dead, so go and accompany him."

At this time, Kuang Mo actually attacked my father. A strong wind turned into spiritual power hit my father. Xuan Zun attacked humans, and he was a father who was injured and sick. His father would undoubtedly die.

"You dare!"

Long Xingzi's eyes widened and took action at this time to stop Kuang Mo's attack, but the spiritual power and wind were extremely fast, so Long Xingzi was one step slower after all.

My eyes were creeping in the dark, and I was about to take action, exposing my whereabouts.

However, just as my body was about to move, a Tai Chi circle diagram was already unfolding in front of my father. Kuang Mo's spiritual power and strong wind hit the Tai Chi circle diagram and was bounced away by the Tai Chi circle diagram.

At this moment, three people walked in the memorial hall, carrying three different temperaments.

The first one was Master Kong Jing. He had always smiled. At this time, he looked at Kuang Mo, and his eyes showed a faint murderous intent, just like looking at the demonic Vajra.

Binghai walked in with Han Bing in both hands and his face was as gloomy as water.

Walking in the middle was the lover Duan who had already released the power of Tai Chi. He could not see his expression clearly under the mask, but he exuded the most fierce murderous intent among the three.

The three of them walked to the center of the memorial hall. Kuang Mo's expression changed drastically at this time. He did not expect that when he came to cause trouble, he would meet the three powerful men of the young generation of the human race.

"You, do you want to bully the less?"

Kuang Mo's mouth trembled.

The lover took a step forward, and his black and white hair was windless and said coldly: "We won't go up together, but we will go up one by one. Today I will use his magic and Tai Chi round diagram to suppress you to the end of the world..."

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