Chapter 509: Aoki

In the sound of the whistling, Xu Zong’s main sword was condensed, and the head of the white demon night was raised in his hand. He said:
The first level of the magic road Jindan is here, the magic thief, the loyalty to the loyalty, the raid of my ancestry, my ancestors work together to resist the enemy. More than ten days, I was born, the Shangzong Shenxiang real people heard the news, the enemy in the wild, the enemy Jindan, reported my vengeance, and raised my righteousness..."
On the abundance of Qingmu Xianshan, Xu Zongzhu’s screams inspired the aspirations of Aoki. Unexpectedly, the magical power of the of the Golden Dan has actually been degraded.
The Eastern brothers who are directing the disciples to rebuild Aoki are looking at each other. The surprise in their hearts is accompanied by a faint worry. I hope that Shen Xiangzhen can ignore the suspicion, otherwise the situation of the two will be very bad.
In contrast, Luo Weining is much simpler. In addition to excitement and excitement in his heart, his eyes look into the air and clearly recognize it. Isn’t the head of the Sovereign being the head of Magic Road Jindan?
The heart is stirring, and Luo Weining is screaming at the sky: "Agarwood, agarwood..."
Qingmu Xianshan seems to suddenly wake up in general, every corner of the mountain, disciples of various regional activities, all raised their heads and shouted: "Agarwood, agarwood..."
The sound is shaking and moving into the sky.
At this moment, the original reputation of Aoki, who was proud of Aoki, reached the apex in the reputation of Aoki. Everyone in the Aoki disciples was proud of his heart. Even the Eastern brothers couldn’t help but look at each other and shouted loudly.
Even if there have been entanglements in the past and there have been contradictions, at this moment, they are still proud of the outstanding disciples of Aoki.
The cheers outside the mountains and the tsunami can not dilute the deep sorrow in Sun Hao’s heart.
This is the first time that Sun Hao has truly experienced the death of a loved one.
In particular, this relative has an irreplaceable position in Sun Hao’s heart.
Sun Hao’s eyes widened and he stumbled in front of the old man.
The old eyes are closed, still as usual, a face, no expression, the only difference is that there is no sign of life.
At the foot of the old age, as in the time when you were young and old, Sun Hao couldn’t afford it for a long time, and the two lines of tears rolled down. Dyed the clothes.
Even if Sun Haogui is Jin Dan, even if Sun Hao is capable of Jin Dan, at this moment, Sun Hao feels that he is still a child. Still a child who lost his loved ones and was alone.
In the tears, Sun Hao remembered the bitterness of the old and the old. After practicing today, Sun Hao discovered that he could meet the enlightenment teacher like Qingla in his life. How lucky it is, how precious it is.
The old man looks like a dull, but the hole is like a fire, the wisdom beads are in the heart, the cold-hearted old man has a heart that cares for himself silently, and has a selfless heart to plan for the future.
But the cloud is difficult to ask for, and the hundred thoughts are sorrowful.
Sun Hao did not think that he was wandering outside, and then returned, and he was greeted with Master forever.
Quietly in front of the old man. With tears flowing, Sun Hao just regrets why he did not rush back to Aoki earlier, even if he returned early, maybe things will turn. Maybe Master will use his own help to condense Jin Dan and add Shou Yuan.
Now everything is late.
The monk's life, all kinds of thorns, a difficult life. Lonely life, life and death will always accompany the monk, the monk's life, common clear.
Go to the end. Four worries, all in one.
At this time, Sun Hao, although already expensive as Jin Dan, has lost the enlightenment of the monk. The death of Yu Shi and Qing Lao is the bitterness of the monks who really started him.
After a long time. A phonograph "嗖" flew in.
Sun Hao took over the notes, and there was a trace of unbearable look on his face. After half a ring, he stood up and raised his hands flat. The old body floated from the ground and fell into the hands of Sun Hao.
Sun Hao held the old man with his hands and stepped out of the Tibetan Classics Court. One step further, he came to the foothills of the Qingmu Mountain.
Above the foothills, more than 400 Qingmu sects stood up, and a huge round table was set up with dry wood in the middle. Yu Changming and Qin Qin quietly lay on the round table.
After Xu Zongzhu and Aoki Zongji’s monks negotiated, they decided to
sacrifice
Qingmu Yingling, which is a certain ritual, and let the spirits live forever with raging fire.
This is also one of the more commonly used funerals after the fall of Xiaguo.
Sun Hao’s body was vacant, and his hands were holding the old man and slowly coming.
Xu Zongzhu took the lead with a clear drink: "Gong Gong sent to the old."
Below, Qing Muzong disciple Qi Qi knees on one knee, bowed his head and shouted: "Gong Gong sent to the old, congratulations to the old man", after two sounds, Qi Qi sighed quietly.
Sun Hao looked devoutly and flew to the high platform. He respectfully respected the body of the old man and placed it on the high platform, lying side by side with Yu Changming.
Putting the old and the old, Sun Hao stepped back three steps, kneeling on the high platform, and the five bodies cast three daggers, and the wood of the high platform was slammed three times.
After the hoe, he did not get up, stayed in a squatting position, and the body slid backwards. He slipped out of the high platform and then his arms were stretched out, gently falling in front of Xu Zongzhu.
Xu Zongzhuo said loudly: "I have seen Shenxiang real people."
Qingmu Zongzi’s disciple squatted on one knee and shouted excitedly:
I have seen Shenxiang real person
. This time, Aoki was killed and everyone was sad, but when Shen Xiang’s real life was in ruin, Li Ming’s magic road Jin Dan rose. The morale of the green wood, the sorrow and the anger.
"Everyone is blessed with the same person." Sun Hao’s voice was a little hoarse and whispered: "Get up, the sovereign, I will give it to you. I need Sun Hao to do it, even though I will say it."
The young disciples of Qing Muzong said with a loud voice: "Thank you for the incense of Shen Xiang," and they stood up and looked at the juvenile monks standing next to Xu Zong's main body. There was an admirable admiration and admiration in their eyes.
On the face of Xu Zong’s main face, there was a blush, and the grandson of the grandson was arched: "Thank you!"
After that, Xu Zongzhuo stepped on the flying sword and flew over the high platform to start the funeral.
The funeral was solemn, sad and dull. The low voice of Xu Zongzhu reverberated on the green hills of Aoki for a long time: "Over the sun, the moon is full of thousands of mountains, clothes to wear. Drinking Jindan is in danger, and there is no revival of phoenix nirvana. Who can pass the other side...

Underneath, Qingmu Zong's monks Qi Qi down slowly followed Xu Zongzhu and smashed up: "Turning over the sun, the moon is full of thousands of mountains, blood clothes to wear. On the drink Jindan is in danger, the battle is overwhelming, there is no reborn phoenix nirvana, who can Over the other side..."
After a ceremony, after the great contribution of Qinglao and Yu Changming to Qing Muzong, Xu Zongzhu stood in the air and looked at Sun Hao. He slowly said: "Agarwood is a real person, and the old and the dead are saying that this thing is kept by you."
After that, the hand throws, a golden disc flies to Sun Hao.
Sun Hao took the disc with one hand and felt a shock in his heart. This is a patching of the sky. He couldn’t help but think of the scene when he first saw Qingla, and his eyes could not help but get wet.
At this time, Xu Zongzhu, at the same time, rushed to Sun Hao slightly, slowly and heavily said: "Agarwood is real, then, please also host the overall situation of Aoki."
Sun Hao’s body once again shook a little and looked into the air.
Xu Zong's face once again floated on the face, and his hands sighed around, arching and sighing, saying: "You friends, this war is seriously injured, but this time you have to leave with two old friends..."
Underneath, the Qingmu Zong monks stunned a little.
Xu Zongzhu coughed, and there was a trace of blood in his mouth. He said sharply: "After you leave, you can’t be impatient. After the departure of this sect, all things in Aoki are made by Shen Xiangzhen."
After saying that Xu Zongzhu slowly landed on the high platform, sitting on the side of the old man, he said: "The old ghost, you and I died together, many years of brothers, today into the same Huangquan, but not a brother." The sound is getting smaller and smaller. In the end, the head hangs down and sits in front of the old man.
Underneath, Sun Hao said softly: "The sovereign is good."
The Qingmu sect disciple kneels down on one knee, and the voice of dissatisfaction spreads throughout the fairy mountain: "The sovereign is good."
"Long green wood, inch my heart; raging fire, Zheng Gu Mingjin", Sun Hao voice slightly hoarse, low and slowly said: "Aoki everyone, we must remember today, to remember the fallen Aoki Yingling, is They protected my Qingmu Xianshan and passed on my Qingmu Tao system. Their deeds were recorded in the Zongmenzu Teachers' Hall. Their spirit will inspire me generations of generations of Aoki's younger generation, Yingjie, fire..."
The small flame appeared on Sun Hao's nails. Sun Hao slammed on one knee and flexed his fingers. The small flame flew to the high platform, and the dry wood quickly ignited and burned.
Sun Hao gave a low drink: "Bai."
Behind him, the Qingmu sects fell to the ground and the decapitation was sent.
Among the blazing fires, above the high platform, the figures of Xu Zongzhu, Qinglao, Yu Changming and Qinqin are looming, the fire is burning more and more, and the fire of the sky will cover up the bodies of the three people.
Over the high platform, there was a burst of blue smoke, and the blue smoke seemed to change the shape of an adult. Sun Hao seemed to see the two masters, the lord and the Qinqin, smiling, slightly decapitated, and then drifted into the distance with the heat wave.
The Qingmu Zongxiu is in a slap in the face, facing the raging fire, singing in a low voice: "The heavens and the earth are yellow, the sun and the moon are dull; the moon is full of thousands of mountains, the golden dragon is greeted; the phoenix nirvana, straight to the other side; the phoenix nirvana, straight to the other side...

Say goodbye to Aoki Yinglie, Sun Hao slowly calmed his mind and began to settle down on the Qingmu Zong in accordance with the words of Xu Zongzhu.
The roots of Qingmu Xianshan~EbookFREE.me~ Sun Hao waved a hand, recruited thousands of loess, built a tall tomb, and buried the ashes in the tomb.
Sun Hao sat in front of the tomb and kept the grave for ten days.
All things in Qingmu, but also under the voice of the gods, settled down in an orderly manner.
To finalize the general direction of Qing Muzong, Sun Hao did not intervene in specific matters, but let go of the new elders of Qing Muzong to go to work on their own. Only they really can't decide what to do, Sun Hao will pass the instructions.
Huang Wenmao was appointed by Sun Hao as the next ancestor of Qingmu Zong, who passed the secret law of Zhenzong, and Dongfang and Dongsheng won the summons. They feared that the revenge would not come. Sun Hao said goodbye to the East and defended the Tibetan Classics. Winning the title of Dantangtang.
Others, etc., have their own arrangements.
After ten days, Sun Hao went to Sanhao and quietly left.
The roots of Aoki made Sun Hao’s heart feel a bad premonition. At this moment, I don’t know how the mother-in-law is doing. The flesh is empty, and Sun Hao is flying in the direction of Lanlin Town. (To be continued.)