Ye Kunli stepped back continuously. The horror of the Immortal Killing Way made her scalp numb. Especially when she was enveloped by the huge killing intent, she even felt that she had temporarily lost the ability to think.
The next moment, Ye Kunli returned to his human form, with a gloomy expression. When he looked at Zhang Yi again, there was a trace of fear deep in his eyes, "How could his way be so outrageous? I am not at all like that now."
His opponent."
As a member of the Kunpeng clan, Ye Kunli was proud from the bottom of his heart, but this pride could not be lifted up in front of Zhang Yi.
"Times have changed, and the human race is getting stronger and stronger. Maybe I really should change my view on them."
Ye Kunli's eyes dimmed, and he had unknowingly corrected his mentality.
"Zhang Yi, your way is too overbearing. You dare to name it the Immortal Killing Way. Be careful to attract the attention of those in the sky."
Ye Kunli pointed at the sky, as if he was pointing the way.
"I haven't seen a real immortal yet, but I am somewhat looking forward to the arrival of a real immortal."
Zhang Yi also raised his head and glanced at the sky. When he knew that the immortal had to pay such a high price to come, he calmed down a lot. At least he thought that he was not enough to arouse the immortal's idea.
"Now that Baihua Valley has begun to take shape, it only takes time to recruit talents. Let's return to the Holy Capital first."
The death of the Holy Master will definitely cause a sensation in the ancient realm, and a grand funeral will definitely be necessary.
Zhuang He saved a few people in disguise, and Hua Yingyue and the others naturally had to go to the Holy Capital.
"call out!"
A group of people turned into streams of light and rushed toward the Holy Capital. When they resisted the Holy Capital, the Holy Capital of Nuo Da was already covered with white cloths, and there was an atmosphere of sadness everywhere. Even the bustling city
The streets all looked extremely depressed.
Obviously, the people of the Ancient Territory already know about Zhuang He's death, and they are forever grateful to this holy master who has been risking his life for the Ancient Territory.
Especially when he learned that Zhuang He was trying to eliminate the hidden dangers of the Ancient Demonic Land, his grief became even more intense.
When Zhang Yi brought Hua Yingyue and the others back to the Holy Palace, representatives of all the major forces in the ancient domain had arrived, many of them wearing mourning clothes, and huge sadness enveloped the entire Holy Palace.
Zhang Yi went straight to the Holy Master's Mansion. He wanted to know Zhuang Xiaohe's condition immediately.
"Brother Zhang!"
Zhuang Xiaohe was standing in front of the Holy Master's Mansion greeting the guests at the moment, his expression full of fatigue, but the moment he saw Zhang Yi, his eyes couldn't help but turn red, and tears instantly rolled in his eyes...
The toughness he had pretended to be for so long was finally removed the moment he saw Zhang Yi. It seemed that Zhang Yi's appearance helped him find his backbone.
Zhang Yi patted his shoulder gently, with a look of sadness on his brows, and said softly: "My condolences!"
At the same time, Zhang Yi also secretly vowed in his heart that he would abide by the Holy Master's last wish and take good care of Zhuang Xiao He!
"Brother Zhang, the Holy Emperor has already told me what happened. He did the right thing, but...it's just...I can't accept it."
Zhuang Xiaohe already knew what happened from Gu Xinghe's mouth, and also knew why Zhuang He died, but he couldn't 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 separated forever.
"call……"
Zhang Yi let out a long breath, with a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes. He was wondering if he wouldn't have been in so much trouble if he hadn't gone to the Ancient Demonic Land, and would Zhuang He not have died?
Just... just... no pity... no ifs.
The next moment, Zhang Yi bowed deeply to Zhuang He and said sincerely and apologetically: "Xiao He, I was wrong..."
Seeing this, Hua Yingyue and the others also bowed together with Zhang Yi, especially Hua Yingyue, who was extremely pious. It is said that this incident happened because of her.
This move frightened Zhuang Xiaohe. He quickly helped Zhang Yi up with a horrified look, waving his hands and saying: "Brother Zhang, you have to punish me. We, father and son, owe you our lives. What's more, my father got rid of the ancient demon."
Dear, you also helped him avenge and killed Ye Haoran, there is nothing wrong."
"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 determination in his eyes. He blamed no one for not blaming Zhang Yi, but it was Zhang Yi's actions that made him feel a little ashamed.
"In short, I will fulfill the Holy Master's last wish!"
Zhang Yi nodded solemnly and promised.
Hua Yingyue felt the need to explain, "Mr. Zhuang, this matter is actually all my fault. If I had not gone to the ancient magic land, this kind of thing would not have happened..."
"Baihua Valley owes Master Zhuang his life. If Mr. Zhuang needs anything in the future, just ask."
Hua Yingyue also made a promise, and when she told all this, she felt a lot better.
Zhuang Xiaohe waved his hands and said: "Everyone, let's not talk about the relationship between my banker and Brother Zhang. As an ancient domain saint master, my father is bound to get rid of the ancient magic land..."
After that, several people comforted Zhuang Xiao He and then entered the Holy Master's Mansion and bowed deeply to the empty coffin in the hall.
This time, no bones were left in Zhuang He's body, and the broken sky-suppressing tower was also in the coffin.
"Holy Master, I will complete what you tell me, and I will let Xiao He successfully ascend the path to immortality!"
"Also, I will also find a way to resolve the matter between my eldest brother and the Holy Emperor. As for the Blood-clothed Marquis... I will also find a way to recruit the people behind him."
Zhang Yi whispered to the coffin, the belief in his heart extremely firm.
It wasn't until Zhuang He died that he truly understood Zhuang He's belief for the ancient domain. Now that this belief fell on him, he had to fulfill it.
On this day, the ancient world was in mourning, and countless people mourned for Zhuanghe.
This day is destined to be a sad day for Guyu. Zhuang He's departure is a huge loss to Guyu.
On this day, countless people burst into tears just because of the departure of that person!
Zhuang He's funeral lasted for seven days, and the entire ancient territory gradually came out of the sadness. During these seven days, the ancient territory seemed to have lost its life...
Somewhere in the Holy Capital, an ordinary-looking man looked extremely sad. During the days of Zhuang He's funeral, he had been standing motionless, his eyes staring in the direction of the Holy Master's Mansion, like a statue.
"Zhuang He, why did you leave so suddenly? We had agreed to drink together at the beginning? I never thought that the last time we said goodbye would be forever."
"How much courage it takes to eliminate the influence of the Ancient Demonic Land at the cost of one's own life. I, Chen Haoran, admire it!"
This person is none other than Chen Haoran, who has been lurking in the Holy Capital. When he learned about Zhuang He's death, his whole body felt like he was struck by lightning, and he still hasn't recovered from it until now...