Yan Bing, who was leading the men to rush towards the Holy City of Yuanyi Prefecture, saw her master and two uncles coming carrying mourning flags. She suddenly panicked and looked at her master's lips trembling without daring.
She asked, fearing that it would be the bad news she least wanted to hear.
"Your junior uncle is no longer here, let's go back." Seeing Yan Bing's behavior, Zhixia couldn't help but feel a little sad again.
"No..." Yan Bing collapsed and collapsed, tears welling up in his eyes.
Qi Bing and Jing Bing, who had been guarding Yan Bing all the way, rushed forward to help the senior sister. Tears were also shed in their eyes. Qing Yu, Zhuang Yu, Chen Lu and others who were close to Xun Yi also covered their faces and cried.
Zixiao Palace often played with them over the years, and they all had a very close relationship, and Xunyi helped them a lot by virtue of his status as the Seven Immortals, especially Jingbing, Qibing and other senior disciples from Guanhe Island.
After searching for Yi, they were given the Lingbao. They fought desperately all the way and finally failed to save their little uncle. No one could accept this result.
Zhi Xia was well prepared and knew the feelings between these people and Xun Yi, so she gave each of them a calming pill.
Qingqiu advised Yan Bing, "Don't cry. Your master has recovered a little bit. Don't make her sad anymore."
Yan Bing stopped crying abruptly, but his face turned pale obviously.
"You go ahead and cry, you all should cry too. Junior Senior Uncle treats you very well, you should cry for him." After Zhixia said that, she floated away into the distance. Faith followed to protect Second Senior Sister, while Qingqiu stayed behind.
Take care of these heartbroken disciples.
This crying scene was truly heart-wrenching and pitiful. Although the disciples from the same sect, Waihai, felt miserable, the disciples from the Soul Refining Sect, the Beigong Family and other sects were also crying with sorrowful expressions on their faces.
"We are not going back, we are going to avenge our junior uncle..." Qi Bing was the first to cry and said this to Qingqiu.
"Avenge my uncle! Bloodbath Yuanyizhou! Kill all these beasts!" Jingbing, who never liked killing, immediately responded with ruthlessness.
Qingyu, who had a straightforward personality, ignored the fact that his third master uncle Qingqiu was here, and ordered everyone with red eyes, "Disciples of Zixiao Palace, let's go!"
"Qingyu!" Qingqiu called out with a frown. Qingyu was a disciple of senior sister Xiaochun, so she couldn't give orders sternly.
"I just want to avenge him! It's not over until I kill all these beasts!" Qingyu shouted to Qingqiu with eyes red from crying. Although she is not the top disciple of Qianhua Island, she is the most daring among the disciples of Qianhua Island.
She is not afraid of this third uncle who causes trouble.
Qingqiu really didn't want to look down on her, so he could only persuade her in a deep voice, "Several of your uncles and uncles have already gone to avenge him. Since your junior uncle is no longer here, we can't let you take risks anymore."
, otherwise we can’t explain to your master, go back, your second uncle is so sad that his cultivation is damaged, how can she bear the trouble you make like this?”
"No!" Qingyu shook her head stubbornly, tears streaming down her face.
Jingbing choked and answered
Qiudao "I feel sorry for my uncle if I don't kill more beasts from Yuanyi Prefecture with my own hands..."
Qingqiu pointed at Yan Bing, whose eyes were a little scattered, and said, "Do you think she can still kill the enemy like this? If she does, won't she die in vain?"
Yan Bing said to Jing Bing with a dull expression, "Let's escort the master back to the palace first, and then come back to avenge him."
"Well..." Jingbing nodded with tears in her eyes.
Qingyu pursed her lips unwillingly but did not make any further fuss. She and Yan Bing were very close friends. She didn't have to listen to what Third Master Uncle said, but now that Yan Bing had made a decision, she had no choice but to obey it.
In this way, the middle-stage Yuanying disciples from various sects in Puyunzhou embarked on the return journey under the leadership of Zhixia and three other late-stage Yuanying monks. Behind each group of people, there was a mourning flag condensed with spiritual power flying behind them.
A strong sense of sadness enveloped the team.
All the troops in Nanjingzhou who met head-on gathered mourning flags and lined up to send them off solemnly. Immediately, the news of Xun Yi's death spread quickly, and the mourning flags spread out like black wings among the various armies fighting.
Yi is not only the Seven Immortal Lord of Zixiao Palace, he is also a Yiling Guard warrior widely respected by the soldiers of the Tianlu League. He is their fellow brother, a good brother worthy of raising the mourning flag for the whole army!
The ominous mourning flags made the already murderous people appear even more fierce and terrifying. Faced with the mourning flags everywhere, the Nanjingzhou soldiers naturally raised the flames of revenge. Although they were monks, they could not help but want to
Infected by this atmosphere.
Xun Yi is dead! Wuhun condensed the mourning flag and fought his way into the enemy group with less than half of his cultivation power left.
Xun Yi is dead! The three brothers Hei Si formed a mourning flag and turned around with red eyes to join a battlefield that they had no intention of participating in because they were in a hurry.
Xun Yi is dead! Fairy Xiuzhi and Fairy Mu Cai held their heads together and cried after forming mourning flags.
Xun Yi is dead! The team in Pu Yunzhou carrying mourning flags is like a thick ink pen, staining the place with patches of ink, extending from Yuanyizhou to the border, and from the border into Nanjingzhou.
It will then extend all the way to the depths of Puyunzhou.
It is unknown if there is any precedent for people from two continents to raise mourning flags for a person in three places at the same time. Even if there is, it is so ancient that it has been eradicated by time. People from two continents raised mourning flags for an early Yuanying monk in three places at the same time.
The matter of mourning the flag should be unprecedented, and Xun Yi did it.
In his short life span of more than a hundred years, he never thought about pursuing fame and fortune, never thought about getting ahead, he wanted very little, he just wanted to live a peaceful life, but such a person has achieved unprecedented success.
This great honor is not based on his unparalleled achievements. Although his military achievements are shining, they are just a little shining. They are not all based on his status and respect. The status of the Seven Immortals is not enough to have the honor.
Such an honor.
He relied on his compassionate heart to be kind to others, his sincere heart to treat others with sincerity, and his pure heart as clear as autumn water. He earned everything with this heart.
Xun Yi died..., but a man who had no fight with the world died a violent death. Yan Bing, who was leading his men to rush towards the holy city of Yuanyi Prefecture, saw his master and two uncles carrying mourning flags and died.
When she arrived, she suddenly panicked. She looked at Master's lips trembling and did not dare to ask, for fear that it would be the bad news she least wanted to hear.
"Your junior uncle is no longer here, let's go back." Seeing Yan Bing's behavior, Zhixia couldn't help but feel a little sad again.
"No..." Yan Bing collapsed and collapsed, tears welling up in his eyes.
Qi Bing and Jing Bing, who had been guarding Yan Bing all the way, rushed forward to help the senior sister. Tears were also shed in their eyes. Qing Yu, Zhuang Yu, Chen Lu and others who were close to Xun Yi also covered their faces and cried.
Zixiao Palace often played with them over the years, and they all had a very close relationship, and Xunyi helped them a lot by virtue of his status as the Seven Immortals, especially Jingbing, Qibing and other senior disciples from Guanhe Island.
After searching for Yi, they were given the Lingbao. They fought desperately all the way and finally failed to save their little uncle. No one could accept this result.
Zhi Xia was well prepared and knew the feelings between these people and Xun Yi, so she gave each of them a calming pill.
Qingqiu advised Yan Bing, "Don't cry. Your master has recovered a little bit. Don't make her sad anymore."
Yan Bing stopped crying abruptly, but his face turned pale obviously.
"You go ahead and cry, you all should cry too. Junior Senior Uncle treats you very well, you should cry for him." After Zhixia said that, she floated away into the distance. Faith followed to protect Second Senior Sister, while Qingqiu stayed behind.
Take care of these heartbroken disciples.
This crying scene was truly heart-wrenching and pitiful. Although the disciples from the same sect, Waihai, felt miserable, the disciples from the Soul Refining Sect, the Beigong Family and other sects were also crying with sorrowful expressions on their faces.
"We are not going back, we are going to avenge our junior uncle..." Qi Bing was the first to cry and said this to Qingqiu.
"Avenge my uncle! Bloodbath Yuanyizhou! Kill all these beasts!" Jingbing, who never liked killing, immediately responded with ruthlessness.
Qingyu, who had a straightforward personality, ignored the fact that his third master uncle Qingqiu was here, and ordered everyone with red eyes, "Disciples of Zixiao Palace, let's go!"
"Qingyu!" Qingqiu called out with a frown. Qingyu was a disciple of senior sister Xiaochun, so she couldn't give orders sternly.
"I just want to avenge him! It's not over until I kill all these beasts!" Qingyu shouted to Qingqiu with eyes red from crying. Although she is not the top disciple of Qianhua Island, she is the most daring among the disciples of Qianhua Island.
She is not afraid of this third uncle who causes trouble.
Qingqiu really didn't want to look down on her, so he could only persuade her in a deep voice, "Several of your uncles and uncles have already gone to avenge him. Since your junior uncle is no longer here, we can't let you take risks anymore."
, otherwise we can’t explain to your master, go back, your second uncle is so sad that his cultivation is damaged, how can she bear the trouble you make like this?”
"No!" Qingyu shook her head stubbornly, tears streaming down her face.
Jingbing choked and answered
Qiudao "I feel sorry for my uncle if I don't kill more beasts from Yuanyi Prefecture with my own hands..."
Qingqiu pointed at Yan Bing, whose eyes were a little scattered, and said, "Do you think she can still kill the enemy like this? If she does, won't she die in vain?"
Yan Bing said to Jing Bing with a dull expression, "Let's escort the master back to the palace first, and then come back to avenge him."
"Well..." Jingbing nodded with tears in her eyes.
Qingyu pursed her lips unwillingly but did not make any further fuss. She and Yan Bing were very close friends. She didn't have to listen to what Third Master Uncle said, but now that Yan Bing had made a decision, she had no choice but to obey it.
In this way, the middle-stage Yuanying disciples from various sects in Puyunzhou embarked on the return journey under the leadership of Zhixia and three other late-stage Yuanying monks. Behind each group of people, there was a mourning flag condensed with spiritual power flying behind them.
A strong sense of sadness enveloped the team.
All the troops in Nanjingzhou who met head-on gathered mourning flags and lined up to send them off solemnly. Immediately, the news of Xun Yi's death spread quickly, and the mourning flags spread out like black wings among the various armies fighting.
Yi is not only the Seven Immortal Lord of Zixiao Palace, he is also a Yiling Guard warrior widely respected by the soldiers of the Tianlu League. He is their fellow brother, a good brother worthy of raising the mourning flag for the whole army!
The ominous mourning flags made the already murderous people appear even more fierce and terrifying. Faced with the mourning flags everywhere, the Nanjingzhou soldiers naturally raised the flames of revenge. Although they were monks, they could not help but want to
Infected by this atmosphere.
Xun Yi is dead! Wuhun condensed the mourning flag and fought his way into the enemy group with less than half of his cultivation power left.
Xun Yi is dead! The three brothers Hei Si formed a mourning flag and turned around with red eyes to join a battlefield that they had no intention of participating in because they were in a hurry.
Xun Yi is dead! Fairy Xiuzhi and Fairy Mu Cai held their heads together and cried after forming mourning flags.
Xun Yi is dead! The team in Pu Yunzhou carrying mourning flags is like a thick ink pen, staining the place with patches of ink, extending from Yuanyizhou to the border, and from the border into Nanjingzhou.
It will then extend all the way to the depths of Puyunzhou.
It is unknown if there is any precedent for people from two continents to raise mourning flags for a person in three places at the same time. Even if there is, it is so ancient that it has been eradicated by time. People from two continents raised mourning flags for an early Yuanying monk in three places at the same time.
The matter of mourning the flag should be unprecedented, and Xun Yi did it.
In his short life span of more than a hundred years, he never thought about pursuing fame and fortune, never thought about getting ahead, he wanted very little, he just wanted to live a peaceful life, but such a person has achieved unprecedented success.
This great honor is not based on his unparalleled achievements. Although his military achievements are shining, they are just a little shining. They are not all based on his status and respect. The status of the Seven Immortals is not enough to have the honor.
Such an honor.
He relied on his compassionate heart to be kind to others, his sincere heart to treat others with sincerity, and his pure heart as clear as autumn water. He earned everything with this heart.
Chapter completed!