Murong Hao's sonorous voice was like a bombshell that completely shocked everyone.
When he finished speaking, the whole crowd in front of the funeral hall was in an uproar.
"Murong Yuyin is not dead? How is this possible?"
"That is, it is rumored that she took the poison of drinking mandarin ducks and then had her soul taken away. The soul has been out of the body for several days. Is it possible that she can get it back on her own?"
"Is Murong Hao so heartbroken that he can say such words?"
"..."
The chatter in front of the gate of the mourning hall continued one after another, and the momentum became more and more intense. For a while, it was so chaotic that it was impossible to hear more than one person.
Le Zhengqiu and Zhao Tianxing frowned. They looked at each other and stood out in unison. Le Zhengqiu shouted: "Murong Hao, what are you talking about? How can Murong Yuyin be still alive? What on earth do you want to do?"
Murong Hao is now a bastard. He wants to avenge his daughter. He also cares about what kind of soul is hidden in that meat house. He glanced at Le Zhengqiu and said: "Of course I know about my son. I said
If he’s not dead, he’s not dead.”
"Murong Hao, shut up." Zhao Tianxing was extremely annoyed, pointed at Murong Hao and yelled: "Murong Hao, don't think we don't know what you want to do? Don't you just want to avenge Murong Yuyin? Do you think it's fake?
By spreading the news of Murong Yuyin's death, you can continue to sit firmly as the leader of the Xiaoyue Sect, and then risk the lives of the disciples of the three clans of this sect to fight against the Huoshan Sect, Nanxing Sect, and Silver Sword Sect. Who do you think the sect leader is, for the sake of Murong Yuyin?
Do you want to risk the lives of the entire four hundred disciples of Xiaoyue Sect?"
Le Zhengqiu also said: "Murong Hao, you can't succeed. Let me tell you, we don't care about Murong Yuyin's funeral today. But as the leader of Xiaoyue Sect, you don't want to sit down anymore. If you want to take revenge, we won't.
Stop it, take your people and get out of here, get out of here."
"Go away...go away...go away..."
The Lezheng family and the Zhao family all criticized each other.
As for those who came to watch the funeral, as soon as they heard that Murong Yuyin had offended the three major sects, their previously impassioned voices, clamoring to do justice for heaven, suddenly disappeared.
Although the Huoshan Sect, Nanxing Sect, and Silver Sword Sect are not well-known near Luobin Mountain, they are still powerful. In fact, if it was just one sect that had an indissoluble feud with Murong Hao, it would be easier to handle. Everyone would come forward.
If you are able to help, you might be able to get justice for Murong Yuyin.
But Murong Yuyin offended the three major sects, so the meaning is completely different. After the three major sects caused such a big trouble, would they still watch Murong Hao go around recruiting people to seek revenge?
Even if the number of cultivators Murong Hao met was extremely large, it could not compare with the manpower of the three major sects. Perhaps before they could kill them one by one, the three major sects would come to clear the obstacles on their own initiative.
In front of the funeral hall, Murong Hao has become the target of thousands of people. Some of the casual cultivators who came to pay homage to the funeral even chose to leave secretly because they were timid.
Seeing that Murong Hao was motionless, Le Zhengqiu felt an unknown fire in his heart. He waved his big sleeves forward and ordered: "Come here, drive these bastards who are worse than pigs and dogs and don't know their rights, out of Xiaoyue Sect. Also,
Destroy the funeral hall for me..."
The members of the Lezheng clan took orders and came forward with swords in hand. Many people in the sect were stunned by this scene.
Xiaoyue Sect has always relied on the concerted efforts of the three clans to achieve its current scale. Even if there is a lot of friction within the sect, it is not excessive in the eyes of outsiders. However, Le Zhengqiu's last words did not take the deceased to heart.
As the saying goes, the dead are the most important, but it doesn't matter if they are passers-by. After all, the cultivation world is cruel and human relationships are indifferent. But after all, everyone has been in the same sect for many years, so why don't they even talk about this little bit of friendship?
Just when the Lezheng clan members were about to step forward, Yun Ning shouted sadly and rushed out, stopping everyone and saying, "Wait a minute, Elder Lezheng, Sister Yuyin is still a member of the Xiaoyue Sect no matter what, the deceased
How could you tear down your sister’s funeral hall just because you disagree with me?”
The outsiders who were watching nodded one after another. Yun Yi was in confusion when he saw this. What kind of occasion was this? How could a girl be allowed to interrupt.
Just as he was about to run over, Le Zhengqiu glanced at Yun Ning and said, "Who do you think you are? If you dare to talk here, get out of here." Le Zhengqiu was also extremely angry, and couldn't care too much, and waved his sleeves.
Dark light swept out and hit Yun Ning's chest directly.
Huang Tianjue was still in the crowd. Before Yun Yi could scream, he had a cold look, stepped forward and blocked the blow with his hand. Not only that, Huang Tianjue was also extremely angry and in a bad mood. Seeing that
Le Zhengqiu killed his sweetheart, and he suddenly lost his temper. He raised his hand and raised his sword finger, intercepted the cold light in the air, then casually picked it up, and the sword flew out of the air.
Huang Tianjue's sword skills came from different masters. Recently, he has learned many killing moves from Nie Renkuang and Sha Shen. His cultivation level is unfathomable among these people at the moment, even though it is an ordinary one.
The sword's finger was like a meteor breaking through the sky, hitting Le Zhengqiu's chest with a bang.
"Wow……"
Le Zhengqiu was hit by a sword unprepared. He didn't even sacrifice the holy armor, but vomited blood and flew out.
In fact, this old man got a good deal. If Huang Tianjue hadn't had any intention of killing, but just wanted to teach him a lesson, that one finger would definitely have caused Le Zhengqiu to die.
Even though he saved some strength, Le Zhengqiu was still seriously injured. In a flash of lightning, Le Zhengqiu flew up and was thrown several meters away before falling straight to the ground.
"..."
There was silence in front of the gate of the funeral hall. The previous noise and noise turned into a pool of stagnant water. Everyone looked at the handsome young man who suddenly appeared in front of Yun Ning and kept sucking the cold air into their mouths.
To be able to repel Le Zhengqiu in the Nirvana realm with one move, the strength of this person is definitely extraordinary.
"Hmph, you are a sect leader who bullies the weak." Huang Tianjue retracted his sword and stood staring, like an unsheathed sword standing in front of the Murong tribe.
Lie Lie, no one dared to say no at this time.
Murong Hao was also extremely shocked. He had already recognized that this person was the person who accompanied Luosongya and others to attend the funeral. He was the same person who had discussed with him before asking for the meat house of his beloved daughter, but these people
What are their origins and why do they all have the cultivation level of the Heavenly Dao Realm?
Murong Hao subconsciously looked at Shangguan Ruofan beside him, and saw that the latter was ignoring Shangguan Ruofan with his arms folded and a sarcastic smile on his face. Murong Hao suddenly understood, and big beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.
.
If they hadn't promised them just now, would they have just robbed Yu'er's meat house and left directly? This boy in white may be stronger than the young master who just took action, but they are still that person's vassals. It's really scary.
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There was silence in front of the funeral hall. The members of the Zhao clan and the Lezheng clan were petrified for a long time before they recovered. Zhao Tianxing stood up quickly when he saw this. Although he was uneasy and knew that he was not Huang Tianjue's opponent, he did not want to look at Murong Hao.
In this way, the power of Xiaoyue Sect was taken away.
Zhao Tianxing shouted: "Murong Hao, this is a family matter within our sect. What if you find an outsider to come over?"
At this time, Le Zhengqiu was also helped back. There was a black sword energy in his chest, and his skin and flesh exuded a burnt smell. Le Zhengqiu gritted his teeth in pain, pointed at Huang Tianjue and said: "You are
Who and why should they be in charge of Xiaoyue Sect’s family affairs?”
"They are not qualified to take care of it, so what about me..."
Just when Huang Tianjue and Murong Hao were being criticized by people from the two major clans, a woman's sharp voice suddenly came from the funeral hall.
Everyone was stunned, and then looked into the palace at the same time, and saw a young woman slowly walking out with the support of a young master.
The woman's appearance can be described as stunning. Although her face is pale, it must be said that she still has a morbid beauty.
And the appearance of this woman was familiar to everyone present; she was none other than Murong Yuyin.
When Murong Hao boasted that his daughter was still alive, nine out of ten people present did not believe it. But now that Murong Yuyin was standing in front of them, they couldn't believe it.
"Murong Yuyin? She is really not dead?"
"This...is this impossible? Even if Murong Hao recovered her soul, it would not recover so quickly. Besides, doesn't she still have the poison of drinking mandarin ducks?"
"That's right, how to cure the poison of drinking mandarin duck?"
"..."
The Xiaoyue Sect's funeral rituals were changing frequently. At this moment, even Le Zhengqiu and Zhao Tianxing were confused.
However, Murong Hao was in tears. Although he knew that Murong Yuyin was no longer the filial daughter in his body at this time, he still had mixed feelings when he saw his daughter come out alive.
"Yu'er, you finally came to life." Murong Hao walked over in a few steps and was about to support Murong Yuyin.
But Murong Yuyin paid no attention to it.
Feng Jueyu was standing next to Murong Yuyin (actually Mrs. Hongxing now), with the same pale face. He winked at Murong Hao, who suddenly realized what he was doing and stopped halfway.
Murong Yuyin walked forward step by step, with unspeakable murderous intent in his cold eyes. He glanced at Le Zhengqiu, Zhao Tianxing and the rest of the group and said: "Who just wanted to demolish my funeral hall, get out of here.
"
Her roar was completely filled with the anger of Mrs. Hongxing, and everyone was a little shocked.
Zhao Tianxing was the first to wake up and said: "Murong Yuyin, pay attention to your identity. Those present are all your elders. Even if you come back from the dead, you must understand what it means to be in an orderly manner."
"The elders and younger ones are in order? Haha, you two-faced idiots still dare to tell me that the elders and younger ones are in order. You are really overestimating your capabilities."
After Mrs. Hongxing said this, she raised her free left hand fiercely, and countless pink petals flew out from the cuff, swirling towards Zhao Tianxing. This mysterious technique of "picking leaves and rolling stars" is Mrs. Hongxing's unique skill.
The secret method instantly captured Zhao Tianxing, who had reached the state of Nirvana, from a distance...