Do you want to rebel? Or do you no longer want to live?
"Set up the formation!" Ling Zhan burst into tears, waved his long arm, and the white clothes on his body moved automatically.
Under everyone's extremely surprised gaze, they saw the huge mourning hall collapse suddenly.
In other words - it was taken apart.
The mourning hall was originally open to the air, and the shelves erected around it were torn down.
In the extremely vast open space, there is a huge coffin of Styx wood.
What was contained inside was obviously not Ling Luo's body, but just some of the clothes and burial mounds that Ling Luo commonly used during his lifetime.
With the coffin as the center, there is a huge ancient formation pattern engraved on the ground, with a radius of more than ten meters. At the eight corners of the formation, eight people with high cultivation levels are sitting respectively.
"Oh my god, it's the ancient forbidden formation Wentian!"
Among the crowd, there were some more knowledgeable people who recognized them at a glance.
"Is General Ling crazy? He actually activated the ancient forbidden formation Wentian. Is this a plan to directly summon the Martial God Chu Ye and the Martial God Ling Ying?"
"I heard that activating Wentian requires paying a very high price. If Martial God Chu Ye and Martial God Ling Ying are angered, the entire Ling Mansion will be wiped out overnight."
"Oh my god! We are here to pay homage to our old friend, not to die with him in the burial!"
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There was a lot of discussion among the crowd, and many people had a look of fear on their faces.
Ling Zhan's calm eyes swept over the faces of these panicked people one by one, and his voice was impassioned: "Thank you all for coming to Ling Luo's funeral today. I am willing to sacrifice half of my remaining life to open the ancient forbidden formation to ask the sky. It is very good.
It may lead to heavenly punishment from the two Supreme Martial Gods."
"This old man is really crazy!" His Royal Highness King Qi, who was standing in front, looked horrified and looked at Chen Moxu beside him in disbelief and said, "Brother, do you think so?"
In contrast, Chen Moxu's mood was much calmer. He looked at the tomb with a pair of extremely slender eyes and said in a deep voice: "Are you crazy? I can't see you. Ling Zhan
He must not believe that Ling Luo is dead, so he put up such a big battle, borrowed the ancient forbidden formation to ask the sky, and asked the Martial God Chu Ye and the Martial God Ling Ying who protected me in Xijiu Kingdom about Ling Luo’s whereabouts."
Chen Moxuan's eyes suddenly widened, he looked at Chen Moxu in disbelief, and said sharply: "You are all crazy! How can you still survive after being missing in a place like that for a month?!"
Chen Moxu glanced at King Qi lightly, raised a cold arc at the corner of his lips, and said: "There is a saying that a disaster will last a thousand years. I think with the level of Lingluo's disaster, it will be enough for a thousand years. Why?
Possibly dead?"
"His Royal Highness King Qi, if you are afraid of the Wentian Ancient Formation, you can just leave. No one will stop you!" A bright and clear female voice sounded from behind.
Mu Ranran's starry eyes widened angrily, he put his hands on his hips and angrily said: "My cousin will not die! I just want to stay and see if the two Martial Gods can reveal the whereabouts of my cousin."
Chen Moxuan looked at this little girl who suddenly appeared. The veins on his forehead suddenly popped up. He stretched out a finger and pointed at Mu Ranran's nose unceremoniously, saying: "You——"
"His Royal Highness King Qi, I will also stay." Mu Yuanshan, the right minister of the day, walked out from behind Mu Ranran with his usual gentle and elegant smile on his face.