Ye Zhenfeng said: "In my opinion, it's not that they haven't taken any action, but they are carrying out secret operations in another identity. If they know that the God of Slaughter is in our hands, they will definitely try their best to get it, so I I want to beg you, Elder Lan, to keep it in Da Yang Mansion for the time being."
Lan Cangze reached out and touched his long snow-white beard, thinking silently.
Han Ziyue said: "Elder Lan, do you suspect that we are lying to you?"
He sighed: "Since you are willing to tell me such an important thing, what should I have to doubt? It's just that I'm afraid that with my current skills, I won't be able to suppress the power of the God-Slaying Slash. After all, I'm old. It’s not what it used to be!”
Ye Zhenfeng said: "Elder Lan, you don't have to worry about this. Ziyue and I can work together to set up a sealing barrier. With our current strength, I believe that the seals set up by the two of us are rare in the world." Individuals can open it!”
"Oh?" Lan Cangze was a little doubtful. He had seen Ye Zhenfeng's strength before, but for Han Ziyue, he thought that Ye Zhenfeng was just too strong.
However, Ye Zhenfeng didn't explain much, and Han Ziyue didn't say much either.
Lan Cangze nodded and said: "In that case, let's temporarily seal the God-Slaying Slash in the Water Curtain Quicksand Tower!"
The Water Curtain Quicksand Tower is something Lan Cangze keeps close to his heart. It is indeed safer to seal the God-Slaughter Slash here.
Talking about the Water Curtain Quicksand Tower and sleeping in the wind at night, he couldn't help but think of what happened back then. Back then, he and Chu Mubai bravely braved the ninth floor of the Water Curtain Quicksand Tower, and then obtained the ancient divine artifact Thorns and Thunder together.
Those past memories are still vivid in my mind, and now I can’t help but feel a little sad when I think about them.
Soon Lan Cangze took out the Water Curtain Quicksand Tower from his wide white sleeves. The three of them entered the Water Curtain Quicksand Tower together, jumped over many obstacles, and went straight to the ninth floor.
The ninth floor is the thunder tribulation floor. The thorns and lightning enshrined here have been taken away by Ye Zhenfeng and Chu Mubai, but the thunder and lightning here still exist. It is most appropriate to set up a sealing barrier here.
Seeing the thunder and lightning falling from the sky, Ye Zhenfeng and Han Ziyue worked together to lay down a red seal.
The two of them stretched out their hands to untie the seal, silently reciting the incantation, and a powerful spiritual seal suddenly rose out of thin air.
The powerful spiritual power shocked Lan Cangze, who was standing aside, and his heart trembled a little. Looking at Han Ziyue's face with closed eyes, a white light appeared on her face. Her whole white clothes were swaying, her white hair was flying lightly, and there was a wave of light lingering around her. The spirit of a fairy.
The martial spirit spirit released from her body was extremely pure, without any impurities. Not only that, the realm of the martial spirit spirit in her body was already at the level of the Great God Sect!
Lan Cangze couldn't help but look away, startled, and secretly sighed in his heart, the Great... Great Divine Sect? She has actually reached the realm of the Great God Sect!
It should be noted that even he, the elder of Da Yang Mansion, has only reached the eighth level of the Emperor Sect. Of course, as he is getting older, his strength is now even worse than before.
He originally thought that with Han Ziyue's qualifications, she would be able to reach the realm of the Holy Sect at most. After all, she had no other master except Gong Bingyan, and Gong Bingyan's martial arts cultivation was not as good as hers. It's just the Youzong realm.
I didn't expect that her talent was so high, and her cultivation seemed to be completely transformed. She was no longer the witch from all over the world before. The spiritual energy emanating from her body was all fairy energy. Where could she find any demonic energy?
Lan Cangze felt puzzled, but when he saw Ye Zhenfeng showing off
When he showed his strength, he couldn't help but be surprised again. He is really awesome, really awesome!
He turned out to be a third-level member of the Great God Sect! It's actually two steps higher than Han Ziyue!
Amazing! Impressive! In this Jiuzhou Four Seas, two masters at the level of the Great God Sect suddenly appeared. Compared with him, who was the first person in the Jiuzhou Four Seas back then, they were really better than him.
Looking at the two juniors in front of him, Lan Cangze couldn't help but have mixed feelings in his heart.
At first, he thought that the only person who could surpass him might be the late Sword Emperor. But he didn't expect that it was the two people in front of him.
Looking at the two people in front of him, one was handsome in black and upright. A man in white clothes fluttered like a fairy, and he couldn't help but feel that he had nothing to worry about. Even if he passes away at this moment, his mission of quelling the demon clan will still be succeeded by someone.
In the blink of an eye, the seal was completed.
Han Ziyue waved her white clothes, and the God-Slaying Slash spun and flew into the seal.
Both of them had happy smiles on their faces.
Lan Cangze sighed deeply and couldn't help but burst into tears. He quickly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves.
Ye Zhenfeng was puzzled and stepped forward: "Elder Lan, you...why are you crying?"
Lan Cangze said: "I...I didn't cry, I was happy for your master!"
"My master? What you are talking about is..."
"That's right, it's Xiaoqi. Zhenfeng, you may not know yet, your master... alas..."
When he said this, he choked up again and was speechless for a moment.
Ye Zhenfeng frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong, and hurriedly asked: "Elder Lan...what happened to my master? What...what happened to him?"
Looking at Lan Cangze's appearance at this moment, Han Ziyue felt vaguely uneasy in her heart. She couldn't help but stare at Lan Cangze, fearing that some terrible news would come out of his mouth.
But the terrible news was still told.
Lan Cangze reached out and patted Ye Zhenfeng on the shoulder, sighing: "Zhenfeng, don't be too sad, your master... he is dead!"
Suddenly, it was like a bolt from the blue. He felt unsteady on his feet while sleeping in the wind at night. His whole body swayed. His mind went blank. What appeared in his eyes was Nangong Qi's laziness, looking like an immortal in white clothes. He smiled at him, as if the world had never seen him again. Nothing is difficult.
"Master——" He knelt down with a bang, raised his head and roared.
Nine levels of thunder tribulation came down with a rumble, and the thunder from the sky fell on him. He just felt like splitting the sky and the earth apart to vent his sorrow and anger.
In Chenxing Courtyard, under the old cherry tree, Chu Mubai and Lan Zuiwu set up a stone tablet for Nangong Qi. Although Nangong Qi's body was not buried here, they built a tablet for him to commemorate. .
The spiritual place of my mentor Nangong Qi.
Chu Mubai and Lan Zuiwu were dressed in white to keep their mourning.
In front of Nangong Qi's stone tablet, Ye Zhenfeng, Chu Mubai, and Lan Zuiwu worshiped Nangong Qi together. Lan Cangze, Duan Shuang, and Han Ziyue stood behind them, feeling a sense of sadness in their hearts.
Duan Shuang's eyes gently moved to Han Ziyue, who was standing aside. Her white clothes were flying, her face was as white as snow, and she was even more beautiful and refined than when she was young.
This is the girl he fell in love with at first sight, but now she has become out of reach. Is he happy or sad in his heart?
Han Ziyue didn't pay attention to him, her eyes fell on Ye Zhenfeng wholeheartedly, her purple eyes were happy and sad for the man in black in front of her...
Seeing him grieving for his dead master, she also felt sad inside.
She couldn't help but sigh and whispered: "Actually, when I was young, I really wanted to be Master Nangong's apprentice... If I could choose, I... I would really like to be one of them."
Looking at the three people kneeling in front of her, her eyes flickered slightly. If she could choose, when she entered Da Yang Mansion, the one she wanted to enter most was Chenxingyuan, and the master she most wanted to worship was Nangong Qi.
Han Ziyue's thoughts couldn't help but go back to the short time when she first entered Da Yang Mansion. She was different from those who entered Da Yang Mansion to study. She came with her own mission from the beginning. Her purpose was to replace Liu Huo. The clan retrieved the sacred object and slaughtered the gods.
The Liuhuo clan had been prepared for this many years ago. In exchange for the nine-color deer antlers, they bribed Gong Bingyan to cooperate with them inside and outside, in order to find an opportunity for Han Ziyue to steal the God-Slaying Slash.
At a young age, she was a person with many worries, because she shouldered a huge mission. She was destined to be just a passerby in this majestic university.
She, a passerby, met them in a hurry, but unexpectedly, the fate turned out to be so wonderful. In this hasty and short gathering, she actually met the love of her life.
Autumn is coming and the leaves are falling. Life, death...
The sun, moon and stars change, and the four seasons change. What can be erased are the comings and goings of people, but what cannot be erased are the traces of the past.
This Chenxing Courtyard cannot be called Chenxing Courtyard without Nangong Qi.
It seems that Chenxingyuan has become the symbol of Nangong Qi. This white-clothed immortal is Chenxingyuan, and Chenxingyuan is him.
Apart from him, there will be no second dean in Chenxing Courtyard.
Taibai Courtyard can still have Yun Qingqing without Si Kongqing.
Without Gong Bingyan, Suixingyuan can still have Nie Dianhua.
And if Chenxingyuan does not have Nangong Qi, there really will be no Chenxingyuan...
"Master... my unfilial disciple sleeps in the wind at night and comes back to see you!"
Among the three apprentices, he was the last one to know the news of his master's death. This made him feel deeply sad and constantly blaming himself.
Ye Zhenfeng lowered his head and knelt in front of the Nangong Qiling Tablet, unwilling to get up for a long time.
Chu Mubai and Lan Zuiwu stepped forward and helped him up. His eyes were red with tears and his heart ached.
In this world, apart from his parents and the people he loves, this mentor is the person he is closest to.
Now that his relatives were leaving him one by one, he suddenly felt that the world was huge, but he was so lonely. Fortunately, he still had Han Ziyue in the end, otherwise he would really feel that there was no fun in living.
Dressed in white, Han Ziyue slowly stepped forward, held three pillars of fragrance in her jade fingers, and knelt down in front of the Nangong Qiling Tablet.
She has always been a woman with a cold heart. Although her heart is sad, her face is still cold and calm.
She said: "Master Nangong, you are really a good master! It's a pity that Ziyue has no chance to be your disciple in this life... Now your three disciples have achieved their own achievements and have not insulted your reputation. I hope your spirit in heaven can rest in peace!"
She bowed her head gently, her long hair falling like water, and light and shadow draped over her body.
Duan Shuang looked at her white back, like a white lotus, and the layers of clothes, as if they were the petals of a lotus. His heart couldn't help but have mixed feelings, and he was moved by it again, and his eyes couldn't help but have a trace of night. sad.
