What a ridiculous world this is.

What a ridiculous trip to the Southern Region!

Shangguan among the Three Musketeers of Hongmeng, Long Boji, the true disciple of Nandou Palace, has now become a corpse.

He wrapped coldly in a straw mat, and no story happened again. And he curled all the efforts of Zhongshan Weisun along the way into a shallow obituary-

Long Boji is dead.

"How did he die?" The true disciple of Tiantong Palace who came out with the corpse seemed surprised by this question, and then replied: "He committed suicide. He couldn't stand the pressure and felt ashamed of the sect..."

"He has dozens of sword wounds, five fatal injuries, and more than 30 sword auras!" Zhongshan Weisun pointed at Long Boji's body, and his voice was trembling: "Do you think he committed suicide?"

The true disciple of Tiantong Palace looked at the heir of Zhongshan clan: "That's the matter, and if you don't believe it, I can't do anything."

He handed the corpse in his hand forward: "Senior Brother Long's body, do you want it?"

Long Boji is dead.

What kind of person is he, what kind of experience he has, and what kind of style he has?

None of this matters anymore.

This is just a name that may not necessarily remain on paper.

As for whether he committed suicide, is it still important?

Looking for the truth? Who has time to accompany you?

Want to avenge Long Boji? The Nandou Palace is about to be destroyed.

The person who took out this corpse was too lazy to make up the reason.

Zhongshan Weisun stopped there in a steady state, pursing his lips tightly without making any sound, and the blood in his eyes was burned into flames.

The true disciple of Tiantong Palace took a step back and looked at Wu Zhaochang: "Duke Anguo, the two armies are fighting, and the envoys will not be killed. You won't kill me, are you?"

Wu Zhaochang looked at him meaningfully: "You are very brave."

"Can you come out to send the body if you are not brave enough? This is the person that the Zhongshan General asked for, and the noble son of the Zhongshan family tried his best to rescue him-" The true disciple of Tiantong Palace had a strange expression: "No one of my fellow disciples dared to come, but he really wanted to do it. Death early and late are all dead, so why don't you come out and take a look at the scenery for two more times?"

"Your cognition is very clear." Wu Zhaochang said: "What's your name?"

The true disciple of Tiantong Palace asked back, "Is my name important? No one will remember it anyway. Even the Nandou Palace will not be remembered for a long time."

There are so many events that have been overturned in history, and few of them have been remembered.

But it is easy to know this, but it is difficult to face it.

Wu Zhaochang looked at the young man: "It's interesting. I think you are more and more interesting."

The true disciple of Tiantong Palace said, "Then can you let me go?"

Wu Zhaochang's answer was very straightforward: "No."

The true disciple of Tiantong Palace shook his head: "Then you really love chatting."

Wu Zhaochang smiled: "Let's go back after the matter is finished, don't delay me from destroying you Nandou Hall."

"Okay!" The true disciple of Tiantong Palace responded, thought for a while, and then looked at Zhongshan Weisun: "Do you want Senior Brother Long's body? If you don't want it, I'll take it back."

Zhongshan Weisun was silent for a long time, grinned and smiled, but did not lose his composure in the end.

"Give it to me," he said.

The true disciple of Tiantong Palace handed out the body, and Sun Wei of Zhongshan was about to open his hand.

Wu Zhaochang said: "Let's go with the ashes."

Zhongshan Yan Wen, who was standing beside him, said: "It should be like this!"

As he said that, he flashed his fingers and burned Long Boji's body and the straw mat into ashes. He simply put it in a jade bottle and handed it to Wu Zhaochang: "Please check it out for Duke An Guo."

This level of examination is necessary. Neither Wu Zhaochang nor Zhongshan Yanwen wanted to see someone escape by leveraging Long Bo's machine.

Not to mention that Long Boji is dead now, he can only let him mercy. If he is still alive, he will have to be repeatedly checked inside and out. Anyone who wants to bet on the carelessness of the Chu army and escape by parasitism will never succeed.

The true disciple of Tiantong Palace maintained the posture of handing over the body.

Zhongshan Weisun maintained the posture of picking up the body.

Finally, a jade bottle containing clean ashes fell into his hands.

The true teaching of Nandou, the gods are in the genius, and in the end, this little bit of disaster... cannot be considered in a pure and pure way.

Isn’t Long Boji the only one who died in vain in the world?

Is Sun Zon of Zhongshan mourning his friends, or his stupidity, and his useless sacrifices?

The true disciple of Tiantong Palace shook Xu's hand for a while, shook his head with an inexplicable smile. He said to Zhongshan Weisun: "Will you take away the relics of Senior Brother Long? They are just some items that are with you, nothing valuable."

"No need." Zhongshan Weisun finally spoke again. In just a while, his voice had become very dull: "You can keep it for the memory."

He was somewhat sober. Wu Zhaochang even had to burn Long Boji's body into ashes before he could take it away. These fragmented objects had more safety hazards and it was impossible to keep them all in one go.

"If you want to be buried with others, you don't have to be so tactful." The true disciple of Tiantong Palace took out a small copper-colored wooden box from the storage box, and filled it with a box of fragments.

He raised the box and said to Zhongshan Yan Wen in a relaxed tone: "The veteran general of Lao Jiao burned them together. The young master of Zhongshan doesn't want it. I don't want to bring the dead things back, it's a bit unlucky."

Zhongshan Yan Wen was not angry at being offended, so he really cooperated with a ray of flame to burn these fragments.

"Okay, I'll leave first after the matter is done." The true disciple of Tiantong Palace turned around and flew, but suddenly remembered something again.

"By the way." He took out a letter from his arms and flew to Zhongshan Weisun: "Senior Brother Long has another letter to you, you can take it back and read it slowly."

After saying this, he flew towards Duer Peak without looking back.

There were originally scattered buildings on Du'er Peak, all of which were built on the scene of the Nandou Hall, and now they are ruins.

The mighty Chu army stepped on the old glory of Nandou Hall. The rubble, broken bricks, gold, jade and glass were all silent under the military boots.

Floating tanks, with a flowing three-dimensional formation, reconstructed the rules of this place. The vignette brought by the tanks, like heavy curtains, blocked the sky light and made the stars and moon impossible to penetrate.

Tonight, Nandou will not sleep.

Tonight is a night of eternal sleep.

The entrance to the secret realm of Nandou had already been soaked in blood. The so-called sect protection formation was like a thin paper door, and there was no need to kick it hard. The powerful military evil of the Chu army had already penetrated behind it. As early as the day when the troops surrounded Erfeng, the Chu army broke the sect protection formation, but at the last moment, the knife was hanging down.

These days, the desperate resistance of the monks in the Nandou Palace behind the sect is more about self-comfort - indicating that they are still doing something for their lives.

Once the most terrifying war weapon in the world is activated, it is impossible for monks who pursue their own strength to resist under the sect system.

Hundreds of thousands of extraordinary troops control the military formation through day after day training. With the blessing of the superb formation map and the help of different weapons, under the control of famous generals of the world, they form a torrent of soldiers... enough to crush everyone.

The true disciple of Tiantong Palace flew back to the sky above Due Peak, but did not return to the secret realm of the Nandou in the gap where the Chu army deliberately made it aside.

The sky covered with chariots is like thunder and clouds coming to rain.

He looked up at the sky like this, pulled out a sword with a strange expression, aimed it at his heart, and said a little crazy: "Everything is over!"

He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and pressed it into his heart.

This posture looks like some kind of ritual.

Blood foam kept pouring out his lips and teeth, and he murmured like this: "I don't want to go back to hell."

After suffering in a desperate situation for a long time, Nandou Palace, where life is like a year, is full of evil ghosts.

The Nine Death Poison in the East King Valley is the most famous poison today. The most terrifying form of the Nine Death Poison is the human heart.

I never want to go back to that place again.

Bang bang...bang bang...

The rapid heartbeat came to an abrupt end.

The body of this true disciple of Tiantong Palace fell straight and hit the rock without any cover - bang! The flesh and blood fuzzy brain burst out.

He said that no one would remember his name anyway, so he did not leave his name. He said that sooner or later he would die and come out to see the scenery. On the way back, he committed suicide so resolutely - his death was so abrupt and so eye-catching.

But Wu Zhaochang only looked at the letter flying towards the letter Weisun of Zhongshan, and the letter paper that should have continued to move forward, and was fixed in the air under such gaze.

When the lights are very bright, the shadows under the candlestick will be ignored.

Zhongshan Weisun realized something, and he held the jade bottle containing the ashes in his hand and stepped back.

Song Huai asked leisurely, "Is there any problem with this letter?"

The impact of Long Boji's death on Zhongshan Yanwen and Zhongshan Weisun was really complicated, but this news was only relaxed.

Chen Suan is not an inconsiderate and irrational person. He has worked hard in the cell of Taixu Pavilion and will not leave any regrets because of Long Boji's death. Long Boji's death is painful and he will definitely be able to face it - isn't this the best result?

So, as the Eastern Heavenly Master, Song Huai still has the leisure to talk here.

They are all bent and bent, who can’t see the problem?

Wu Zhaochang said: "Do you believe Long Boji committed suicide? If he did not commit suicide, why would he write a letter to Zhongshan Weisun?"

"What's the problem with a letter?" Dong Tianshi continued to cushion.

"I heard that someone can hide it in words," said Wu Zhaochang.

Song Huai's expression became serious: "Do they have something to do?"
To be continued...