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Chapter 117 Thousand Clouds Festival

The handwriting of the leader of Longyan Sect was written a little perfunctorily, and he underestimated the remains, saying that it was the Supreme Supreme of Qianyun Sect, and did not explain any evidence.

However, another oral decree brought by the elder of Longyan Sect is conclusive.

Tan Wuyao tidied up his clothes and bowed to Dongfang where Longyan Sect was located to show respect. Then he said solemnly.

"According to the order of the ancestor of Longyan Sect, he escorted the remains of the Supreme Lord of Qianyun Sect. The ancestor once said that he met Senior Zhong and saw his remains, he felt resentful. The fallen leaves returned to his roots. He hoped that the disciples of Qianyun would be buried with great pleasure and would do their own things from now on."

It sounds like taking care of yourself, but it sounds like it is the teaching of an elder, but for some reason it always gives people a feeling of being punned inside and outside.

The oral order from the Supreme Elder of Longyan Sect did not say where the remains were found, but it could prove the identity of the remains.

As a sect supreme and a powerful Nascent Soul, he will not lie easily unless he has a great plan.

After hearing the oral orders of the Supreme Elder of Longyan Sect, no one of the elders of Qianyun Sect was refuting. Even if they didn't believe it, they had to pinch their noses and admit it, otherwise they would be questioning the powerful Nascent Soul.

Chang Sheng kept pondering and staring at the remains in the coffin.

He couldn't see anything, nor did he plan to pick on the trick, but was thinking about how to deal with it next.

Changsheng has no experience in dealing with this situation. In order not to make any mistakes, he had to remain silent.

"Since it is the oral order of the Supreme Elder of Longyan Sect, I believe the identity of the remains will not be wrong."

A loud bell-like voice came from outside the door, and a tall figure came late, it was the Great Elder Helianmu.

"The sky has no eyes! The Supreme Elder has a high level of cultivation. How could he leave just by saying that!" Niu Wenzhou was the first to cry loudly, but it didn't rain.

"The way of heaven is unfair! Is the old man really going to leave us?" Ge Wancai stamped his feet and beat his chest, feeling extremely sad.

These two people were mourning, and the hall was filled with sorrow for a moment. All Elder Qianyun bowed their heads and said nothing, with sad faces on their faces.

Sorrow is not necessarily about the dead Supreme Elder, but more about the prospects of the sect.

Losing the intimidation of the powerful Nascent Soul, the Qianyun Sect's status took a sharp turn among the seven kingdoms of Lingnan, and it was almost the same as being the bottom.

All major sects, especially the seven sects in Lingnan, have a Nascent Soul in charge. The foundation of the seven sects is the Nascent Soul master of the sect.

The Supreme Elder of Qianyun Sect has been wandering around for many years, and it’s okay if there is no news. Anyway, it’s a deterrent. Once you get the exact news of your death, it will be when the status of the sect falls.

Without the powerful Nascent Soul, it is easy to be spyed and not to mention it, but it is difficult to look up in front of other sects.

What a Supreme Elder Zhong Wuyin?

Chang Sheng was wondering in his heart that although the letter written by the leader of Longyan Sect and the oral orders of the Longyan Sect can be called the final decision, there is still a little strangeness.

No one can tell the true body unless half of the remains are flesh and blood.

Chang Sheng didn't want to question the people of Longyan Sect. Since they all thought they were the Supreme Elder, then just accept it so that they would not cause trouble again.

"The corpse has been sent, and our mission has been completed."

Fan Dao pretended to bow to the coffin and said, "Senior Zhong Wuyin is also a master of the two-month continent. He didn't expect to die in the nameless land, without even the entire body. Alas, we all have the same end in the practice of cultivation."

When someone paid a ceremony, Qianyun Sect naturally wanted to return the gift. As a representative, Qi Weishui returned the gift to Fan Dao and recognized the identity of half of the remains.

"When will I be buried? I'll watch the ceremony here." Fan Dao said as he waved to the brothers Tan Wuguang and said, "You can leave first, go back and report your life."

The Tan Wuguang brothers said goodbye and left Qianyun Sect. Fan Dao stayed, saying that he was watching the ceremony, but he didn't know what he had to do.

"Uncle Master, do you think when will it be burial be correct?" Qi Weishui couldn't make the decision. The elder and junior uncle were present, so he naturally had to ask.

"A person cannot be resurrected when he dies, so be buried as soon as possible." Chang Sheng looked in a low mood.

If the dry bones in the coffin were really Zhong Wuyin, then his seventh senior brother would naturally be sadder as his junior brother.

"Elder Helian, look at the time of burial..." Qi Weishui asked the junior uncle and looked at the elder again. His skill in getting along well with each other was indeed good.

"It's all set to be tomorrow. I'll choose the time. Yunshan will start preparing." Helianmu waved his robe sleeves and looked at Changsheng intentionally or unintentionally.

The Great Elder ordered that the Jindan Elder who was managing the ancient tomb of Yunshan immediately bowed and said yes.

The Fall of the Supreme Emperor, the Great Sacrifice of Qianyun.

The entire Qianyun Sect was filled with sorrow, and countless white banners were erected between the mountains. Although no one was crying, the Qianyun Sect's people felt more sad.

In this sadness, there are more concerns about the sect.

Since Zhong Wuyin's corpse was sent back to Qianyun Sect, Changsheng has not been able to rest.

He had to personally check the location of the cemetery, and he had to personally check the creation of the coffin. He had to personally check the number and type of burial objects.

Zhong Wuyin has no descendants. As a junior brother, Chang Sheng can only be fully responsible, and he cannot escape this trouble.

After a busy day and night, the next day, the coffin was officially buried.

I thought the coffin was buried, so it should be fine, but I didn't expect it to be over.

"According to the rules, as the junior elder's junior brother, Uncle Master needs to keep a guard in the ancient tomb of Yunshan for three days."

After Qi Weishui finished speaking, the other elders Qianyun nodded one after another. This was an ancient custom and respect for the elders of the sect.

"Okay, I'll keep my mind..."

Changsheng was unwilling to keep his soul, but he had no choice but to make his identity special?

"Uncle Master has some instructions." Qi Weishui asked. Seeing Chang Sheng waved his hand, he bowed and said, "Then we will leave, and Uncle Master will mourn you."

"Uncle Master's Day."

The elders bowed and said goodbye, and sword lights soared into the air and flew everywhere.

Others are juniors of the sect, but Changsheng is considered a relative of the Supreme Elder. This sentence is exactly the same.

"Say sad, I hate Brother Tian."

Fan Dao kept watching the ceremony. When he saw the others leaving, he did not rush to leave. Instead, he approached and asked, "I heard that you were so obsessed with the cultivation of a year ago. Like the dead, they were buried by them. What happened at that time? What magical skills did you practice?"

"Do you want to learn the magical skills of pretending to die?" Chang Sheng said with a cold face.

"I think about it! Teach me quickly, I will use magic weapons to exchange for you." Fan Dao was intrigued when he heard this. It must be not simple to make so many Golden Pill masters mistakenly think that they were dead.

"Don't teach." Changsheng said in a bland manner.

"I won't teach you...I won't teach you if I want to learn?"

Fan Dao was choked and did not get angry. Instead, he said with a smile: "What kind of fake death skills? Don't really die for cultivation. If you want to find you to have a chance to compete, you can only come to this Yunshan Ancient Tomb."

"Don't worry, I'm not that easy to die."
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