Chapter 305

The next day, it was gray, the clouds receded, the sky was full of dark clouds, and there was a gloomy look between the sky and the earth.

The hearts of all the disciples of Shengzong were very heavy, as if a stone was firmly pressed on their bodies.

Black clothes were flying around, and it was pitch black. All the disciples in black robes gathered around the Holy Ancestral Hall.

It is the place where the saint's heroic spirits return to their place. It is the place where every martyr shed their blood for the saint for thousands of years and returned to the place after death.

The ancestral hall of the Holy Ancestor is located on a mountain in the east, as high as the Suzerain Peak, and it is the place of the highest honor of the Holy Ancestor.

It's just that all these honors can only be possessed after death.

At this time, Lin Fan was standing in the front row, standing side by side with the suzerain, looking at the steles in front of him, young life is so fragile, as short as fireworks, perhaps they would not have thought that they would walk so fast, even Not even a good thing happened.

"Master..." With trembling hands, Mu Bingyan gently stroked the cold stone tablet. The engraved words on it pierced her heart like a sharp sword.

"Master..." There was no trace of blood on Mu Bingyan's beautiful face, and her heart felt as if a blunt file had been slashed open.

But she can't cry, she is now the peak master of Jialan Peak, she must be strong, and lead the younger sisters to be strong.

"Master..." Mu Bingyan's lips were trembling, she could no longer be strong, and her tears could not stop streaming down. She was a royal princess, and when she was young, she was hunted down by someone and fell into the ice and snow. At the moment of her despair, a pair of warm hands hugged her and brought her to this warm mountain.

Here, Mu Bingyan didn't think about going back, she just wanted to be with her master quietly, but now, thinking of her master leaving her, she couldn't help crying anymore.

"Master, Bingyan will fulfill your last wish, you can go with peace of mind." Mu Bingyan lowered her head, tears wet the ground, a person with a cold temperament, at this moment, shed tears of pain.

The disciples of Jialan Peak were also sobbing softly. Their most beloved peak master had left them.

The other disciples of the Holy Sect were also bowing their heads in sorrow at this time. These are their senior brothers.

"The holy sect, the great sect of ten thousand years, has experienced all kinds of disasters, but you must remember that today, three hundred and eighty-six fellow sects sacrificed to protect the sect.

They are the heroes of Shengzong. They have made great contributions to Shengzong. "Yan Hongyu looked serious and let out a loud voice.

A voice resounded through the void and spread throughout the Holy Sect.

Looking at all this, Lin Fan was deeply touched. These disciples may not have high cultivation levels, but they deserve people's respect.

The disciples in black robes walked into the ancestral hall with sad expressions holding the spiritual tablets in their hands, and placed the spiritual tablets in their hands inside.

Lin Fan sighed, and touched the chicken on his shoulder. The chicken, which had always been more lively, lowered its head at this moment and chirped softly.

Chick seemed to be able to feel Lin Fan's heart at the moment, Lin Fan was sad, he was sad.

"Whoa whoa……."

Ji Zai touched Lin Fan's cheek with his small head, as if to comfort Lin Fan.

At this moment, Lin Fan came to Mu Bingyan's side and said softly, "Men are mortal, whether they are more important than heaven and earth, or lighter than a feather. They died for the sect, and the disciples of the Sacred Sect will remember them in their hearts from now on. Don't be sad, junior sisters. Peak Master Lan's last wish is for her to rest in peace."

"Thank you, senior brother." Mu Bingyan nodded, her expression gradually recovered.

Lin Fan looked at the void, and didn't know how sad Brother Xinfeng was at the moment.

The suzerain is dead, and Elder Liang is also dead. From now on, there is only one person left to face it alone. The burden of the disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect is deeply on him, and he doesn't know if brother Xinfeng can bear it.

"Why……."

Although Xuanhuangjie said that the weak are prey to the strong and their lives are like grass, but now they feel how sad the death of their loved ones is.

After a few days.

Everyone gradually relieved from the sad atmosphere and devoted themselves to the construction of the sect, and the enthusiasm for the cultivation of the Holy Sect rose again, and countless disciples devoted themselves to the cultivation.

Perhaps this incident hit them hard this time, making them feel their own weakness and want to become stronger and defend the sect.

Lin Fan understood this, but it was a bit late. If he could think of it in Canglingzhou, the Holy Demon Sect might not perish.

For any powerful sect, there will be a day of decline, and a day of facing extinction.

But as long as he is alive, he will not let this happen.

Gong Bingye recovered from her injuries.

Lin Fan originally wanted her to go back, but the girl Zhiqiao was crying and begging, and Zhang Ergou and others were also talking nice things.

In the end, I didn't want to say anything more, so I let him stay and act as an outer disciple.

In the few months since Lin Fan left, Wuming Peak has undergone great changes. Usually, people come and go, like a market, selling items in ordinary cities.

These items are quite popular in the holy sect.

Lin Fan let himself go, but seeing Gong Bingye, he felt strange, and at the same time, Lin Fan admired this woman.

Dare to fight, dare to think.

As for wanting to sleep with my young master's pure body, that's still a daydream.

Who is the young master? That is the most outstanding person in the universe....

Okay, stop bragging, go to the treasure house to collect a wave first.

The treasure house accumulated by the Shengzong for thousands of years must be huge, and the treasures inside must be very crazy. Thinking about the distressed expression of the suzerain, Lin Fan can imagine how prosperous the treasure house will be.

Just thinking about it is exciting.

It didn't take long for Lin Fan to arrive at the location of the treasure house, which was located in a secret cave under the mountain of the suzerain. There was a breath lingering there. It must have been left by the suzerain to prevent anyone from breaking into it. .

But Lin Fan has the token given by the suzerain, so naturally there is no problem, and that aura is also a concession.

"Is this the treasure house?" Lin Fan stood in front of the two stone gates, looking at them curiously, especially the two characters carved on the top of the stone gates.

"treasure house."

Lin Fan shook his head and sighed, who the hell is this masterpiece? Isn't this telling people that there is no silver three hundred taels here? If a guy is lucky enough to come here, he didn't know what it was, but when he saw these two words, he knew it was a treasure house without thinking about it.

At this time, the token on Lin Fan's body flew out slowly, and a ray of light shone on the stone gate.

"Boom..."

The two stone doors opened slowly, and Lin Fan's heart froze.

He smelled the breath of the baby....

thick...

Lin Fan couldn't wait to walk in, and when he saw the scene inside, his eyes widened in shock.

A miser... an absolute miser.

Those treasures are densely piled up on the shelves one by one, and the precious energy in this treasure house has already condensed into substance, which is very sticky.

Compared with Jiuxiaozong, it is much more high-end.

The Far West is a barren land, and it seems reasonable.

Shengzong's position is rich and flowing water, so there are naturally many treasures.

ps: It seems to turn this book into a cartoon. Which great god rushes to invest and is willing to fly with you. Ask for a subscription, ask for a monthly pass, ask for a reward, ask for everything. (To be continued.)