It was already noon. Most of the 200,000 people harboring on Xiaoliang Mountain were anxiously waiting in front of the gate halfway up the mountain to wait for the news of the victory of going out to kill the dragon. Several older men were smiling and longing for each other for the happy and peaceful days after removing the dragon. Everyone was anxiously waiting here, and few people even went back to the mountain for lunch. Everyone stayed here quietly, talking quietly, waiting.

Just as everyone was waiting and impatient, a good-eyed shouted: "Here, they are here, hey, no, why are there only three people?" As everyone's guess, the three fat men finally walked in front of everyone.

One of the oldest people who were waiting on the mountain asked the fat man anxiously: "Where is the man? Have you killed the dragon? Where are the master of Yunzhai?" Everyone stretched their necks and ears, hoping to hear the good news that the victory of the dragon was already slaughtering.

The fat man shook his head speechlessly: "Only three of us are left, they are dead, they are all dead in battle. None of us expected that the dog-good dragon is not one, but a pair. I didn't plan carefully. Although I finally killed two dragons, except for the three of us, all the other brothers were killed in battle." The fat man said this with a pale face. With a light wave of his arms, the bodies of familiar copycat brothers were placed on the ground by the fat man.

"All, all dead, impossible, this is not true. All the heroes of the parody, I'll kneel down for you, your heroes are immortal, you will be well on your way." Hearing this, the elder who asked the question fell to the ground and burst into tears. When he heard this, all the people waiting on the mountainside were crying. He couldn't help himself.

"Come, carry all the village masters back to the mountain." The old man cried for a while, and waved his hand. Hundreds of young and strong men came over. Four of them gently lifted the body of the village master, and lined up the mountain in a sad and slow manner.

Wherever he passed, all the people along the way fell to the ground and cried bitterly. When he got fat, Yunxiao in the mountain village had already received the news that his father had died on the battlefield. He cried and shouted to find his father, and he kept his breath several times. After seeing Yun Zhongyue, he fainted after calling out his aunt. Shi Gandang's wound on his face had almost been cured by the treatment of the top-quality Shengsheng Pill, but from then on there was a ferocious scar on his face. At this time, he was following the fat man with a sad face and busy scheduled it.

The fat man took people to cleanse the brothers who died in battle one by one, change their clothes, and finally put them in the coffin that was urgently made. At this time, the fat man's sad heart was already numb, and he mechanically sent the familiar brothers into the coffin and placed them. Every time a brother was placed, the situation of these brothers getting along with him in the past few days was revealed in his mind, fighting with wine, getting drunk together, bragging and fucking together, talking all over the world, and holding hands. Although there were only a few days, the fat man felt that each of them was the most important brother in his life. Seeing them leaving like this, the fat man could not accept the result at all.

The next morning, the fat man and the others asked some people to help, preparing to put the village masters into peace. As soon as these people carried the coffin out of the gate of the commanders' base, they were stunned there. On the whole mountain, from the newly born baby to the old man who had not yet swallowed his last breath, they were all wearing plain clothes and white cloth, standing quietly outside the door. Shi Gandang took a step forward and shouted loudly: "Get spirits." The coffin was carried by the young people slowly towards a cemetery dug behind the mountain.

As Shi Gan Dang's cry of spirits rang out, more than 200,000 people cried in a ball. This is commonly known as crying spirits in Shandong. Every step he took, countless people rushed to carry the coffin for these heroes who killed the dragon. It took only three hours to walk to the ground for a short journey of one mile to carry the coffin to the cemetery. Several rows of 108 soil pits on the cemetery had been dug. After the coffin was placed, the fat man walked up to the front, passed Yun Zhongyue and Yunxiao who were kneeling in front, and knelt down to the ground, saying in a deep voice: "Brother Yun, brothers, Zhang is incompetent, and you have suffered death in battle. I am sorry to everyone, I am sorry to everyone."

In fact, the fat man who regrets the last one is the fat man. The fat man could have easily dealt with the first dragon and rushed back before the black dragon came. But in order to get out of the anger that was chased by the dragon last time, the fat man insisted on playing tricks on the dragon before he was willing to kill him. As a result, the black dragon arrived. When the fat man killed the first dragon and rushed to the valley to rescue, it was too late. Thinking of this, the fat man felt that ten thousand swords thrust the heart and regretted it. The fat man became more and more excited as he spoke. He raised his fist and pounded his chest hard. One, two, three times, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of the fat man's mouth.

Seeing the fat man's actions, everyone on the side was frightened. Everyone hurriedly stepped forward to pull the fat man and stopped him from continuing to self-harm. Yesterday, the elderly old man led everyone to kneel on the ground and kowtowed three times, wiped the tears on his face, and said in a deep voice: "Add soil". The soil was scattered into the pit like a flood, and soon one hundred and three neat graves appeared in front of everyone.

The fat man's mood was much better at this time. Seeing Xiao Yunxiao who was crying in a pale and indifferent manner, he felt inexplicably painful. He reached out and pulled Yunxiao over and said loudly: "Please be a witness. I, Zhang Qi, here today, I will take Yunxiao as my disciple, and I will be the pioneer of the Qingping Cave Heaven Sword Cultivation lineage. Yunxiao, Fat Uncle accepts you as his disciple. You will learn skills from Fat Uncle in the future. When you grow up, you will kill all the monsters and zombies in the world to avenge Brother Yun. How about it, are you willing to be Fat Uncle's disciple?"

Yunxiao glanced at his aunt Yun Zhongtian, resolutely stepped forward and kowtowed solemnly, kowtowed nine times in a row, and shouted: "Fat Uncle, do you really want to teach me how to learn? Yunxiao is willing to be your apprentice."

The fat man touched Yunxiao's head lovingly and said softly: "You must call Master in the future, don't call Fat Uncle anymore, do you know? Master knows it. As long as you are willing to learn, Master will teach you." Yunxiao hugged the fat man's arm without saying anything, and a hint of hatred and firmness appeared in his eyes.

As the people who came to see off the heroes of the village dispersed, the fat man pulled Yunxiao to Yun Zhongyue who was still crying quietly in front of the grave, and persuaded softly: "Xiaoyue, stop crying. Brother Yun would be unhappy when he saw you crying like this. A few days ago, in Tianjing, the woman I love most in my life died in front of me, and the pain of losing my closest relatives. I have also experienced it, let's see. In the future, you Shi Gan will be your elder brother, and you, Brother Zhang."

Yun Zhongyue wiped away her tears and looked up at the fat man and asked, "Brother Zhang, is your sister-in-law no longer here?"

The fat man sighed leisurely: "Well, everything I have to do now is all preparations to revive your sister-in-law."

Resurrection, hearing this, a light of inspiration flashed across Yun Zhongyue's mind. Regardless of the girl's shyness, he grabbed the fat man's arm and asked: "Brother Zhang, do you have a way to revive your sister-in-law? Then can you save my elder brother and the others? You can do it, you can, tell me, can you, can you?" Speaking of this, crystal tears gushed out in Yun Zhongyue's eyes.

The fat man was stunned. Is this OK? The fat man quickly contacted the old man in his mind. I hope the old man can give a satisfactory answer.

"Fatty, if you have high skills, you may still find a way to resurrect them. Now, it's not possible. You don't have enough cultivation and not enough merit. However, if you want them to survive again, it's not impossible. It depends on whether you are willing or not." The old man in the system thought for a long time and gave the fat man a confused answer.

The fat man was anxious and quickly asked the old man in the system what was the solution. As long as Yun Zhongyue and these brothers could survive, no matter how much the price they paid, the fat man was willing to do so now.

"Fatty, have you heard of the legend of the six realms of reincarnation?" The fat man said leisurely, his tone full of emotion and sigh.

"When the ancient world began, and when all things were born, there was no place for these six realms of reincarnation between heaven and earth. It was a powerful witch of the Witch Clan. Houtu ancestor witch could not bear the lonely ghosts on the prehistoric land had nowhere to go. The souls floated in the sky and were lonely and helpless. After only seven days, they had to dissipate and return to heaven and earth. Then they made a great vow to transform into the six realms of reincarnation with a great power that was connected to the sky and the earth. At its own cost, they created this place of reincarnation. They found a destination for the creatures in this world and completed the rules between heaven and earth. From then on, the world was a whole. Houtu also transformed into the Empress Pingxin, living in the six realms of reincarnation, and never came out in the underworld again."

"Now, another catastrophe has begun, the way of heaven has long been destroyed, the six realms of reincarnation do not exist, and all things have returned to the point where the soul has no support after death. People like Yun Zhongtian can only take another six days to disappear, and then they will truly die without leaving any trace." The old man carefully told the fat man this ancient legend story.

"Let me tell me how to save Brother Yun and the others. The six paths are gone. What should Brother Yun and the others do?" The fat man was anxious and sweating.

"For the sake of the present, we can only effectively imitate Houtu and establish reincarnation again. In this way, the ghosts will no longer be alone and helpless, and will disappear on their own. Fatty, you can use the merits of establishing reincarnation again to establish your brother Yun as the Yin God. In this way, he will have the power of the ghosts and gods on earth. I have a ghost cultivation technique called the Five-Term Ghost Emperor Art. Fatty, you can designate your brother Yun as the sixth savior and let your brother Yun practice this method. In this way, although your brother Yun is dead, he can also be regarded as having great fortune."

The fat man was overjoyed and agreed immediately. He hurriedly asked the old man in the system what preparations he needed to make if he had established himself in the cycle of reincarnation.

The old man in the system said in embarrassment: "The six realms of reincarnation are just collapsed, but they have not disappeared. Therefore, you only need to sacrifice a earth-type psychic genius with the power of the ancient ancestral witch's laws to recall the disappearing six realms of reincarnation and build a realm of the underworld. Then you can use the soul-summoning banner to summon the soul and then enthrone the gods. However, in this way, you and this earth-type genius will have to pay a certain price. I wonder if you can accept it."

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