"I am not qualified to seek revenge from him now. I can only take one step at a time."

Shen Leling left the treasury jumping up and down. Hearing this, he laughed wildly.

"What are you doing?" Feng Junyou said speechlessly: "What's so funny about this?"

Shen Leling chuckled and said happily: "Zhang Tong has died a long time ago. Even Yan Nu knows about this, but you don't know?"

Feng Junyou was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes trembled: "Zhang Tong is dead?"

He didn't bother to ask. When he saw Yan Nu in the distance, he immediately called out.

Yan Nu reluctantly said goodbye to the people, turning back three times with each step, waving his hands with a silly smile.

When he reached Feng Junyou, the old ghost pulled Yan Nu and asked: "I heard that Zhang Tong, the ancestor of the Zhang family, is dead? Is it true?"

Yan Nu said: "He is dead. The Zhang family held a large-scale memorial ceremony and killed many cows and deer."

Feng Junyou was shocked. He held a large memorial ceremony. He was planning to make Zhang Tong a ghost cultivator!

"Then what?"

Yan Nu recalled: "Then they cried and mourned for a long time."

When Feng Junyou heard this, he realized that Zhang Tong might really be dead!

It is not easy to become a ghost cultivator. If you are killed by someone until your body and soul are destroyed, you are not even qualified to be a ghost.

Even if a ray of true spirit escapes, it must be sacrificed within seven days, otherwise it will completely dissipate into the world.

"Where did Zhang Tong die?" Feng Junyou said in an extremely excited tone.

"Nine Dragons Demon Cave, where else could it be..." Shen Leling said, jumping on Yan Nu's back, hugging him, lying on Yan Nu's shoulders and closing his eyes as if he wanted to sleep.

Yan Nu was puzzled, so he bent down slightly to let her sleep well.

Feng Junyou cried with joy on the side: "Dead...dead..."

He really didn't know about this. The Zhang family had been hiding it from him, and Zhang Quan even told him that he was practicing supernatural powers. That's bullshit! It turns out that Zhang Tong is already dead!

That old guy is dead, he is finally dead! Why did he die?

While Feng Laogui secretly grieved, he also felt regretful that he had no regrets about taking revenge with his own hands.

In his excitement, a tear suddenly slipped from the corner of his eye and fell into his palm. These were ghost tears.

Ghosts have no tears unless they have big obsessions that are resolved.

And these teardrops, condensed but not scattered, can last forever in the world, and are one of the core materials for practicing the Nine Turns Golden Pill.

The nine-turn golden elixir is completed, and one can ascend to immortality by taking it.

However, the extraordinary cultivators know that the formula for the Nine-turn Golden Pill is circulated among many great masters in fragments, and only the six major Immortal Sects have complete copies.

Feng Junyou lowered his head and stared blankly at the drop of ghost tears. He only realized that this thing was probably a precious treasure of heaven and earth, but he didn't know how to use it.

"What's wrong with her?" Yan Nu smelled the smell of alcohol while carrying Shen Leling on his back.

Feng Junyou's big obsession was solved. He felt open-minded and said casually: "She? She's drunk. Fortunately, she's just sleeping and not going crazy with alcohol... Otherwise, she can't be allowed to drink in the future."

At this time, Huang Banyun, carrying a box of books on his back, caught up on horseback.

Feng Junyou nodded: "Let's go east first. Wait until the banshee wakes up before we consider where to go."

"Then go to the north." Yan Nu said.

Feng Junyou spread his hands and said it didn't matter.

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Chapter completed!