On the seventh day of the news of Ye Chen's death in Tiannan, China.

The Ye family in Lincheng was in trouble at this moment, with guests full of people. The rain in the sky was drizzling, ticking on the hearts of the living.

Countless men wearing suits and sunglasses were protecting each other without regard to the drizzle, and were hiding on both sides of the street outside the Ye family villa, with a long blanket in the middle of the road.

Countless people dressed in luxurious people walked into the Ye family villa in an orderly manner on the long blanket, and no one spoke during this period.

The atmosphere is very low and sad!

Many people in the entire Tiannan and even China are still living in the grief of the death of Ye Nankuang, the number one in China. Today is Ye Nankuang’s first seventh day. The Ye family finally recovered from the grief and planned to make a solution for him and set up a tomb.

A mourning hall was set up in the living room of the Ye family villa. A black and white photo of Ye Chen stood high in the most eye-catching position, which hurts people's hearts.

Below it was a cold woman in plain clothes and a five-year-old girl in white clothes. The woman was quietly holding the valuables into the brazier, while the girl was holding a spiritual seat and dazed in a daze.

There are countless wreaths and elegy couplets around the mourning hall.

Lin Tai and Yang Tian, ​​dressed in white clothes, were guarding the gate like door gods, motionless, as if they had been petrified.

"The Chao family in Tiannan sent a pair of elegy couplets, with the letter 'The red heart shines on the sun and the moon, and the clear name will last forever!'"

"A pair of wreaths from the Li family in Tiannan!"

“…”

When every guest passed by the door, Yang Tian and Lin Tai would bow and pay tribute to the guests in a silence.

"The five major families in the capital, Han family, Li family, Yan family, Qin family, and Pang family each sent a pair of elegy couplets and wreaths..."

The emcee's decibel suddenly increased a few points.

I saw Yan Nanfei, Li Yunxiao, Pang Yuanqing and other five people joining together, and each of them looked solemn.

Seeing this scene, many of the guests present changed their expressions. Unexpectedly, the heads of the five wealthy families in the capital came to pay their respects to Ye Chen in person.

"Five are interested!"

Yang Tian bowed solemnly to the five people, and then personally led the five people to the mourning hall. Su Yuhan, dressed in white clothes, led Mengmeng and stood up to salute the five people: "The unknown Su has seen five..."

The leader Han Qinhu quickly stopped her behavior and took a deep breath to comfort her: "The dead are gone, and the living are like this. I hope to be mournful and follow the changes and take care of my health!"

He looked at the cute little baby who had just turned five years old and was holding the spiritual position in both hands, his eyes full of regret.

After saying that, he turned around and led the four people to the mourning hall, and someone immediately stepped forward to hand incense to the five people one by one.

"Bow..."

Han Qinhu took the bush of fragrance and looked at the black and white photo in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Ye Zhizun, go all the way. Li promises here that as long as my Li family does not fall, the Ye family will not fall, and the Li family and the Ye family will die together!"

Yumo held incense in both hands and bowed to Ye Chen's black and white pictures.

"Zhizun Ye, go all the way!"

The other four people all bowed to the end!

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At the same time, Kunlun Mountain is in the deep winter, and many peaks are covered with snow, the cold wind is rustling, and human bones are frozen, making it difficult to find bird tracks.

Above a steep lonely peak, there is an old figure standing on the top of the mountain, overlooking the entire world.

He was wearing only an autumn gray shirt, extremely thin, but he remained motionless in this cold season, allowing the snowflakes of goose feathers to fall on him.

A young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes handed over a mink coat and gently slashed him on his body: "Old Chen, the weather is getting colder and colder, so you should add some clothes, don't freeze your body!"

The old man answered the question with irresponsibility: "Xiaotian, have you heard it?"

Qin Xiaotian was slightly stunned: "What?"

"Death knell!"

"The death knell was ringing after all!"

The thin old man looked down at the mountain, his eyes directly at the direction of the south, and there was a faint look of regret and nostalgia in his eyes: "Listen, this bell is so loud, even murderous, bloody..."

"Old Chen, is something going to happen?"

Qin Xiaotian's heart sank and noticed that there was something in Chen's words. He felt a little uneasy, but he felt more confused.

When the news of Ye Chen's death came!

The master of the country in front of him resigned and handed over military power. He came to Kunlun Mountain alone for seven days and stayed without contact with outsiders, as if he was waiting for something.

However, no matter how he asked during these seven days, the old man in front of him seemed to have not heard it. He looked down at the snow scene of Kunlun like this and looked at the world from afar.

I don't know how long it took, but the snow stopped.

Two or three birds flew out in the forest, looking for food in the snow and ice with great caution. There was a young and old hidden on a cedar tree, secretly looking at the old and the young opposite, as if curious.

"The snow has stopped after all!"

Old Chen said in a very calm manner, and suddenly turned around and stared at Qin Xiaotian: "You go down the mountain and take Ye Xiaozi's relatives to the northeast to hide. Ye Xiaozi left a hand there during his lifetime!"

"Why?"

Qin Xiaotian's uneasiness became stronger and stronger: "What about you?"

"The snow has stopped!"

Mr. Chen looked into the distance and smiled with a smile on his lips: "The person we are waiting for must have arrived soon. Remember, we will collect my body in three days and bury me on this Kunlun Mountain!"

"What?"

Qin Xiaotian's heart was trembling. Before he could ask anything, he felt an extremely terrifying force attacking, causing his body to shoot downwards uncontrollably towards the mountain.

He could hardly believe all this in front of him!

Qin Xiaotian never expected that this old man who had protected him for more than ten years would have such a terrifying cultivation, which was even more terrifying than any master he had ever seen!

Emperor...Imperial Realm!

"Old Chen!!!"

He roared angrily, his heart was both shocked and angry. He guessed something vaguely, but he was powerless and could only watch the old man get farther and farther away from him and finally disappeared from sight.

Shortly after he disappeared, dozens of terrifying auras suddenly erupted in Kunlun Mountains, rushing like an avalanche.

When these dozens of figures saw the old man in front of them, they all paused, and their faces were mixed with a strong look of fear. For a moment, no one dared to move forward.

As if he hadn't seen this scene, Old Chen gently took off his sable coat and folded it on the ground with great cherishment: "Is it the old ghost in Bai or the old ghost in Xiao? Come out!"

The next moment, a crack of ice slowly appeared in the sky, and a white figure slowly stepped out of the crack of ice. The man was wrapped in hazy light, unable to see his face clearly, like a ground fairy who came to the world, making people tremble.

Old Man Chen didn't raise his head: "It turned out to be Old Gui. It seems that Old Gui still looks down on me, Mr. Chen, and he didn't come in person!"

"Chen Tulong!"

The figure in the air snorted coldly: "Today I don't want to quarrel with you, and I don't want to fight with you. If you know each other, don't interfere. Maybe there are still a few years to live, and you don't have to threaten me with the Emperor Realm and not be able to enter the world. My mission is to hold you back!"

Mr. Chen ignored the cold and reached out to dig the snow in front of him: "As the saying goes, the disaster will not affect his wife and children. You are at least three days old ancient tribe. You have always followed the ancient method. You won't even understand this principle, right?"

"This is certainly true, but the younger generation named Ye killed too many of my five ancient tribes, especially my grandson Shaoyu and the young master of the Xiao family, Yuan Jing. Why should I tell him any ancient methods in this way?"

"Since that's the case, then fight!"

Old Chen sighed lightly and digged out a long sword wrapped in black cloth from the snow: "That winter, I traveled to Kunlun with Taizu and buried my sword here in front of him, but I didn't expect to let it come back to the world today..."

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(ps: Just two updates today, the climax is coming soon, my mind is a little stuck, I owe a chapter, I will make up for it tomorrow, thank you for your support!)
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