Ye Kunli retreated repeatedly, and the horror of the immortal killing Tao made her scalp numb, especially when she was shrouded in the huge murderous intent, she even felt that she had temporarily lost the ability to think.
The next moment, Ye Kunli returned to his human form, his expression was gloomy and gloomy. When he looked at Zhang Yi again, there was a hint of fear in his eyes, "How could his Tao be so outrageous? I am not now.
His opponent is here.”
As the Kunpeng clan, Ye Kunli has pride from the bottom of his heart, but this pride cannot be lifted in front of Zhang Yi.
"Times have changed, and the human race is getting stronger and stronger. Maybe I should really change my views on them."
Ye Kunli's eyes were dim and he had already adjusted his mind before he knew it.
"Zhang Yi, your Tao is too domineering. You dare to name it the Tao of Immortal Killing. Be careful to attract the attention of those people in the sky."
Ye Kunli pointed to the sky, as if he had some guidance.
"I have never seen a real immortal yet, but I am looking forward to the arrival of the real immortal."
Zhang Yi also looked up at the sky. When he knew that the immortals would need to spend such a large price, he calmed down a lot, at least he thought that he was not enough to arouse the immortals' ideas.
"Now Baihua Valley has begun to take shape. It only takes time to accumulate talents. Let's go back to the capital first."
The death of the saint is definitely a sensation in the ancient realm, and a grand funeral is definitely indispensable.
Zhuang He saved a few people in disguise, so Hua Yingyue and the others naturally had to go to the Shengdu.
"call out!"
The group turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the capital. When they resisted the capital, the huge capital was already covered with white cloth strips, and the atmosphere of sadness was everywhere, even the prosperous ones
The streets all seem particularly depressed.
Obviously, the people of the ancient domain already knew about Zhuang He's death, and they are always grateful to this saint who has been risking the ancient domain all their lives.
Especially when he learned that Zhuang He was trying to eliminate the hidden dangers of the ancient demon land, the feeling of grief became stronger and stronger.
When Zhang Yi brought Hua Yingyue and others back to the Holy Palace, representatives of the major forces in the ancient domain had arrived, and many of them were wearing mourning clothes, and huge sorrow enveloped the entire Holy Palace.
Zhang Yi came straight to the Holy Master's Mansion, and he wanted to know Zhuang Xiaohe's condition as soon as possible.
"Brother Zhang!"
Zhuang Xiaohe was standing in front of the Saint Master's Mansion to greet guests, his expression filled with a hint of fatigue, but when he saw Zhang Yi, his eyes couldn't help but turn red, and tears instantly rolled in his eyes...
After pretending to be strong for so long, he finally took off the moment he saw Zhang Yi. It seemed that Zhang Yi's appearance allowed him to find his backbone.
Zhang Yi patted his shoulder gently, and a hint of sadness appeared between his eyebrows, and said softly: "Sad!"
At the same time, Zhang Yi also secretly swore in his heart that he would obey the will of the saint and take good care of Zhuang Xiaohe!
"Brother Zhang, the Holy Emperor has told me that he did it right, but... it's just... I can't accept it."
Zhuang Xiaohe had already learned about the incident from Gu Xinghe and also knew why Zhuang He died, but he could not accept this fact for a while.
After all... Zhuang He is his only relative in this world. He finally experienced a separation of life and death some time ago, but now he is eternal separation of heaven and man.
"call……"
Zhang Yi let out a long sigh, a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes. He was wondering if he didn't go to the ancient demon land, wouldn't there be so much trouble, and wouldn't Zhuang He die?
It's just...it's just...it's a pity...it's no if.
The next moment, Zhang Yi bowed deeply to Zhuang He and said sincerely with apology: "Xiao He, I was wrong..."
Seeing this, Hua Yingyue and others bowed repeatedly with Zhang Yi, especially Hua Yingyue, who was extremely pious. This matter was caused by her.
This action scared Zhuang Xiaohe. He quickly helped Zhang Yi up with horror, waved his hand and said, "Brother Zhang has ruined me. We are both father and son who owe you life, let alone my father got rid of the ancient demon.
You also helped him take revenge and killed Ye Haoran. There is no mistake."
"This is my father's choice, and I respect his choice."
At this time, Zhuang Xiaohe's tears had stopped, and there was only endless firmness in his eyes. He blamed no one for blaming Zhang Yi. Instead, Zhang Yi's actions made him feel a little ashamed.
"Anyway, I will fulfill the last wish of the Holy Master!"
Zhang Yi nodded heavily and promised.
Hua Yingyue felt it was necessary to explain, "Young Master Zhuang, it's actually my fault for this. If I hadn't been to the vicinity of the ancient demon land, this wouldn't have happened..."
"Baihua Valley owes the banker a life. Please speak up if you have any needs in the future."
Hua Yingyue also made a promise, and when she said all this, she felt a lot better.
Zhuang Xiaohe waved his hand and said, "Everyone, let's not talk about the relationship between my Zhuangmao and Brother Zhang. As the saint of the ancient domain, my father is unavoidable to get rid of the ancient demon land..."
Afterwards, the few people comforted Zhuang Xiao He and entered the Saint Master's Mansion and bowed deeply to the empty spirit coffin in the hall.
This time, the corpse of Zhuanghe was gone, and the broken sky-stop tower was also inside the spirit coffin.
"Saint Master, I will complete the things you told me. I will let Xiao He successfully climb the path of immortality!"
"I will also find a way to solve the matter between my elder brother and the Holy Emperor. As for the Blood-Clothed Marquis... I will also find a way to call out the people behind him."
Zhang Yi whispered to the spirit coffin, and his belief in his heart was extremely firm.
It was not until Zhuang He died that he truly understood Zhuang He's belief in the ancient realm. Now that this belief has fallen on him, he needs to complete it.
On this day, the ancient realm was heartbroken, and countless people observed silently for Zhuanghe.
This day is destined to be a sad day for the ancient domain, and the departure of Zhuanghe is a huge loss for the ancient domain.
This day, countless people burst into tears because of the departure of that person!
Zhuang He's funeral lasted for seven days, and the entire ancient domain gradually emerged from his sadness. In these seven-day ancient domain, it seemed that he had lost his vitality...
In a certain place in the Holy Capital, a man with an ordinary appearance looked extremely sad. During the days of the funeral in Zhuanghe, he had been standing still and staring at the direction of the Holy Master's Mansion, like a statue.
"Zhuanghe, why did you leave so suddenly? We had agreed to drink together? I never thought that last time I would part forever."
"I, Chen Haoran, admires how much courage it takes to eliminate the influence of the ancient demon land at the cost of my own life!"
This person is Chen Haoran who has been lurking in the Holy Capital. When he learned about Zhuang He's death, he felt like he was struck by lightning, and he still hasn't recovered until now...