The group set off to the southwest of the Holy Land.
When passing by a suspended island.
Pieces of paper money flew down from above, and you could faintly hear the voice of an old man talking to himself.
Yan Feiqing muttered in his heart: "Is he really dead?"
Along the way, I saw many people burning paper money.
"After all, today is Xia Qingchen's first seven days." The Deputy Holy Master sighed with emotion: "I will burn some paper money for him later."
Yan Feiqing sneered: "He was quite a popular person, but even though everyone is dead, so many people still miss him?"
But, I haven’t seen it with my own eyes.
He didn't believe that Xia Qingchen was dead.
After a cup of tea.
Cemetery in the Holy Land.
Everyone who lives in the Holy Land is buried here after death.
They came to one of the tombs.
A tombstone is clearly engraved with the words "Xia Qingchen's Tomb".
Yan Feiqing just now believed that Xia Qingchen was really dead.
The tombstone has been erected for several days.
People in Nebula Holy Land are not always good at calculating things. Did they know in advance that Yan Feiqing would come?
Looking at his tomb, Yan Feiqing laughed: "Xia, it's true that evil people have their own destiny! You lived a glorious life, but in the end there were no bones left?"
"You deserve to die!"
The faces of the deputy saint masters suddenly darkened.
"Death is the most important thing, Yan Feiqing, please stop it in moderation!" the Deputy Holy Master shouted angrily.
Xia Qingchen made an indelible contribution to the Nebula Holy Land.
How can a villain slander his spirit in heaven?
Yan Feiqing bared his teeth and smiled: "What's wrong with me? I'm just telling the truth! Moreover, this kind of person is not worthy of being buried in the Holy Land Mausoleum!"
As he said this, everyone was shocked and angry.
He struck a palm from the air and used star power to blow up the entire tomb.
Xia Qingchen's clothes inside were all blown to pieces and scattered everywhere.
"You are so presumptuous!!" The Deputy Holy Master was furious, eyes widened, and stepped forward to slap him.
Not only was Yan Feiqing unafraid, he also moved his face towards her and bared his teeth and said sternly: "Come on, will you try to hit me?"
The Deputy Holy Master raised his palm in the air, but was unable to strike it down.
He doesn't have to take the ancient soul fruit quota.
However, Yan Feiqing is now the special envoy of Xiahou Shenmen.
It represents Xiahou Shenmen!
To hit him would be to hit Xiahou Shenmen openly.
Yan Feiqing sneered: "I don't dare to fight even if I give you a hundred courages!"
He snorted, put his hands behind his hands and walked down the mountain, saying: "Let's go and see other places!"
Everyone was furious.
At this moment, I wish I could slap each person to death.
However, who allowed him to succeed as a villain?
At this very moment.
A man and a dog, two afterimages came quickly from outside the cemetery.
It was Qiu Qiu and Zhang Lianxing who guarded Xia Qingchen's mausoleum.
They are preparing for the first seven tonight.
As soon as I came here carrying two piles of paper money, I heard an explosion in the cemetery.
I hurriedly walked to the entrance of the cemetery and saw that Xia Qingchen's tomb had been smashed!
"Who? Who did this?" Lianxing dropped the paper money on his shoulder and pulled off the snow-white mourning clothes on his body.
The resigned little face is full of anger.
Qiu Chou's eyes turned red as he walked around the destroyed tomb and sniffed it hard.
Then he focused on Yan Feiqing.
"It's you!!" Qiuqiu rushed forward like crazy!
Yan Feiqing was startled.
He quickly stepped back.
He is not afraid of powerful people such as the Deputy Holy Master, because they are rational and dare not do anything to him.
But what he is facing now is a mad dog!
I won’t talk to him about gains and losses.
"You all stop it!" Yan Feiqing hid behind the Deputy Holy Master and quickly ordered all the pavilion elders.
Everyone clenched their fists and remained indifferent.
Are you afraid now?
Why weren't you afraid when you destroyed the master's tomb just now?
Yan Feiqing shouted sharply: "You don't have to stop it, but if I lose a hair, I will burn your Nebula Holy Land to the ground!!"
in this way.
The Deputy Holy Master and others reluctantly reached out and stopped Qiuqiu: "Qiuqiu, please calm down."
Qiuqiu's eyes were bloodshot, and thick phlegm flowed from his bared mouth.
He seemed to be really crazy and extremely ferocious.
"How can I calm down? This beast destroyed his tomb before Chen's body was cold! Let go, I will bite him to death!!"
Hearing Qiuqiu's crazy roar, the Deputy Holy Master and others felt their hearts twisting.
Why don't they want to beat this little beast to death?
But can it?
The deputy saint waved his hand: "Take it down."
The two pavilion elders carried Qiu Chou out of the cemetery.
But Qiu Chou was captured, and Lian Xing had already moved to the side.
In a pair of eyes, a cold light condensed.
While they were attracted by Qiu Qiu, they suddenly activated their body skills and punched Yan Feiqing.
The violent and terrifying power scared Yan Feiqing's heart so hard that it skipped a beat.
Fortunately, the deputy saint master squeezed Zhang Lianxing's fist.
The remaining fist power rushed towards his face.
Knocked off Yan Feiqing's hair crown.
Large tracts of black hair were all broken off by Qi Jin and scattered all over the floor.
Yan Feiqing was extremely scared.
This is just punching power.
If he is hit, his life must be sealed here.
The shock was replaced by anger.
"Bitch! You dare to hurt me?" Yan Feiqing raised his palm and slapped Zhang Lianxing on the cheek.
However, it was also blocked by the Deputy Holy Master.
His face was beating with uncontrollable anger, and he forced himself to calm down and said: "Yan Feiqing, you have made enough trouble today, don't push others too much!"
Xia Qingchen has died.
If Nebula Holy Land cannot even protect the maid he left behind, how can it be worthy of his spirit in heaven?
But Yan Feiqing thought he was the special envoy of Xiahou Shenmen.
Have you ever seen any hint of Nebula Holy Land in your eyes?
"So what if I force you?" Yan Feiqing pushed his arm away and pointed his index finger at Zhang Lianxing's nose: "I tell you, if you don't beat this bitch to death today, your Nebula Holy Land will not have the quota for the ancient soul fruit.
, don’t even think about gaining a foothold in the future!”
He was unscrupulous to the extreme.
It started to seem threatening.
At this moment, the Deputy Holy Master and others finally felt.
What Xiahou Shenmen gave them this time was not an opportunity, but a disaster.
"Yan Feiqing, I'm warning you one last time, don't force us." The Deputy Holy Master tightened his fists and made a creaking sound.
He has reached the end of his patience.
However, Yan Feiqing has already defeated them.
He sneered, pointed at the Deputy Holy Master's nose and cursed: "Can't help it? I'm sorry, I can't help it too! I am the special envoy of Xiahou Shenmen, what do you want to do to me?"
That look, that gesture.
There is no fear of heaven or earth!
The Deputy Holy Master's eyes were extremely gloomy. The last time he wanted to kill someone so urgently was twenty years ago.
But as he said, Yan Feiqing was still the special envoy of Xiahou Shenmen for one day, and he could not hurt a hair on his body for one day.
"You don't dare to move, do you? Then stop farting here and do as I say!" Yan Feiqing vowed not to give up: "Bring me a stick, I will beat this little bitch to death today!"
He looked crazy.
It's as if someone's self-esteem is hurt and if you don't retaliate, you will be looked down upon.
At this moment, no one answered.
But no one dared to resist.
Until, cold words resounded in the empty cemetery.
"Who gave you the courage to beat my people to death?"
That familiar voice made everyone present tremble!
They all looked at it.
Cemetery entrance.
A young man in blue and light clothes came with his hands behind his back.
He stepped on the steps, his knees clearly did not move, but his figure flickered forward as if teleporting!
An update will be made at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning.