If we talk about status, the Pope of the Dao Sect is the most noble person in the world. Even the supreme Emperor of the Sui Dynasty, who is the supreme Emperor of the Sui Dynasty in the Tiandu Imperial City, is just the "brother" of the Pope.

Even though Chen Yi is less than twenty years old now.

According to the regulations of Daozong, Imperial City, and this continent, he would not have to call Emperor Taizong, but to call him "brother".

This is the rule.

The owner of the Holy Mountain, the dean of the academy, and even the vast majority of great people on this continent who have great cultivation are all like this. If we meet, we will have to pay considerable respect and awe of this young but not practicing Xiling Pope.

When Chen Yi's white wooden horse carriage came outside the gate of Shushan, the ma-robed Taoists drove away the mountain fog and the sound of horse hooves hitting the holy mountain guests who were temporarily living in Shushan.

Chen Yi listened quietly to Ning Yi's bone flute at the foot of Xiaoshuang Mountain and said hello. It seemed that the uncle on the mountain did not intend to invite the current pope to visit the mountain.

The wind and rain poured ink, and the young master uncle who had blown the bone flute waved, then took the umbrella of the girl beside him, and the two left without looking back. The frost and frost bamboo swayed, and the rain continued. The two shadows faded away like ink, and the silence was restored to the mountains and the mountains.

Soon Chen Yi knew why Ning Yi left in a hurry.

The sound of a hurried horse hooves came from afar. The young pope turned around in a daze and saw two pitch-black horses breaking through the raindrops. The two middle-aged men on the horse's back turned over and dismounted, bowed and looked at the young man in front of him, and said sincerely: "Master Pope... Yingtian Mansion extends sincere greetings to Daozong."

Chen Yi, surrounded by the mahjong Taoist, soon learned the reason why these two men came here. The ceremonial guards of the Daozong traveled were too obvious. The white wooden carriage symbolizing the light and selfless image of the Pope, as well as the mahjong Taoist who were close to the Pope, and the pure white horses. These symbols follow the inheritance of the previous Pope. They have been like this for generations and have long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people... The Great Sui Dynasty will not be shaken, and the Daozong will not be shaken. The holy mountains within the four realms will repay the contemporary pope with high respect.

These two practitioners from Yingtian Prefecture came to "visit" Xu Zang's funeral. Xu Zang and Yingtian Prefecture formed a very deep hatred, and they held a sword to kill the group of young geniuses who had the most hope of breaking the life star ten years ago. Yingtian Prefecture so thoughtfully pursued and killed ten years ago, but Xu Zang died so unknown?

Yingtian Mansion must see Xu Zang's body with his own eyes and confirm his death before he can settle this hatred with confidence.

Chen Yi looked back at Xiaoshuangshan, and there was no one there before. Ning Yi played the flute song before, and he picked a very good time. When he chose someone when no one was around, it would soon become noisy. It seems that this Shushan junior uncle... probably didn't want to be bothered.

Sure enough... almost ten breaths after the two dark horses in Yingtian Mansion arrived, the other forces rushed to the foot of Xiaoshuang Mountain.

"Master Pope... Master Fengqueque of the Heavenly Palace, I wish to be with you." The tall man was wearing a white robe, looking very much like the robe Taoist beside the Pope. The robe of the Heavenly Palace is very similar to that of the Taoist sect, but there is a circle of blue silk thread inlaid on the edge of the collar and sleeves, symbolizing the supreme dome. Behind him, a group of pure white birds spread their wings and flew towards the sky. Various details are increased and decreased according to their status and status.

The man in the flying bird robe is obviously the Lord of Yi Qu. The details on the robe have reached the extreme, with a blue dome border and a group of birds behind them spread their wings.

There is another robe with a completely different style, which can only be worn by law-enforcement practitioners. It is generally used by practitioners of Jianque. It is as dark as the night, inlaid with red flames, and behind it are crows dancing, the stars in the sky are twinkling, and the murderous aura is awe-inspiring.

The man wearing a robe of crows looked cold-faced. He looked at Chen Yi and said softly: "Sword Que of the Heavenly Palace, I wish to be with the Pope."

This set of rhetoric does not sound like the style of the Taoist sect, but it is like the white wooden carriage and mahogany Taoist, which has been passed down from a long time ago.

Chen Yi felt that these regulations were strange and not very troublesome. They were admired and respected... Especially those great practitioners on the mainland who had extremely high reputation and status, it seems to be a comfortable thing at present.

He said seriously according to the teachings of the Sanqing Pavilion: "I wish to be with you."

Not only the visitors from Yingtian Prefecture, the Tiangong, Jianhu Palace, Songyang Academy, Yuelu Academy, and several holy mountains in the eastern realm, came here... Every guest who came to visit the funeral of "Xu Zang" eagerly came to say hello after hearing the Pope's arrival.

There was no sign of grief on their faces. After seeing the young Pope, the foot of Xiaoshuang Mountain, it became a occasion for these practitioners to communicate and communicate. They were smiling and laughing, but there was no sign of sadness.

This funeral was different from any of the events they attended in their lives. The dead man was named Xu Zang. This was a person who hated the world. The last junior uncle from Shushan offended everyone who could offend him.

Chen Yi looked at these practitioners silently. He noticed Zhouyou beside him, and the cardinal was parked on his shoulder. The cardinal lowered his head, and the bird's beak gently pecked at the master's hair. A trace of sadness that was easily overlooked flowed out of his eyes.

Zhou You had no expression on his face and stood quietly at the foot of Xiaoshuang Mountain. There was no sadness or pain in his eyes. He was like a celestial being who forgot the joys, angers, sorrows, and happiness in the world, watching everything happening around him.

His best friend Xu Zang lies on Xiaoshuang Mountain, and the coffin is the enemy of Xu Zangsheng at the foot of the mountain.

Letting the enemy attend the funeral sounds like a thing worthy of respect and emotion. This person must have done a lot of amazing things in his lifetime and convinced all the enemies.

However, this is not the case.

When Xu Zang died, the whole world attended his funeral... It is ridiculous and ironic that everyone came to this funeral just to see and confirm that Xu Zang was really dead.

Chen Yi pursed his lips.

On Xiaoshuang Mountain, an illusory figure condensed out. On the top of Xiaoshuang Mountain, countless starry lights surged, and finally a huge star giant condensed. His eyes opened at the top of the mountain. With a "boom", everyone's mind was attracted.

The hills of Shushan are the masters of Thousand Hands.

The two lords of the Heavenly Palace gathered their faces and noticed the changes on the top of the mountain. Xu Zang's death was a joyful event for the visitors of these holy mountains, but for Shushan... it was a sad thing. Thousand Hands never showed up from beginning to end, and every Shushan disciple who was responsible for reception had a look of tranquility.

The starry eyes opened on the top of the mountain were extremely shocked.

"Thousand-shou's cultivation level is stronger."

Master Feng Queque looked at Master Black Robe Sword Queque and received the latter's solemn nod in agreement.

The condensed star magic image carried a pitch-black coffin from the top of Xiaoshuang Mountain, as if under tremendous pressure, walked down the mountain road step by step. Every step out, Xiaoshuang Mountain's ban triggered. Mr. Zhao Rui's decree that year appeared on both sides of the mountain road, and purple chains shot in, wrapping around the star giant that was more than meter away.

The giant was unmoved and carried the black coffin. When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, his body was covered with purple chains like thunder, crackling.

Zhao Rui's Xiaoshuang Mountain is like this. After being buried, he is not allowed to come out again. He moved the coffin to the foot of the mountain. He is already a star giant. He can achieve the ultimate without destroying the Xiaoshuang Mountain ban.

The purple air flowed, and the star giant, even though it was bound by countless thunder chains, could still move freely. It slowly squatted down and stood the coffin heavily in front of the mountain gate. The smoke and dust scattered, and when it calmed down...

In front of everyone, the lid of the black coffin was unveiled.

Chen Yi pursed his lips and looked at the corpse lying in the coffin. Xu Zang closed his eyes, and there was a teasing smile on his lips. His whole body was filled with the meaning of silence... Everything was preserved extremely well, and there was still a piece of white snow in his temples.

As the world rumored, Xu Zang had long died on the day when the sky was snowing heavily last year. Shushan was closed for a year and tried countless methods to rescue Xu Zang and wake him up... In the end, they all ended in failure.

This is a dead person.

Dead under his own swordsmanship, he wanted to try an unprecedented path... and finally sent himself to nirvana.

Chen Yi quietly recited in his heart and left.

All the people around the coffin looked at Xu Zang, who was standing up in black, holding his breath, and Xiaoshuang was silent at the bottom of the mountain.

"He's dead?"

Someone asked a question.

No one answered.

The visitor from the Holy Mountain began to try to spy on the soul sea of ​​the person in the coffin with different divine thoughts.

There was a dead silence.

Members of the royal family tried to take out the objects from the clan to sense the "Sin of Original Blood" on Xu Zang.

No response.

So, after half a stick of incense, the Que Master of Jianque said calmly and regretfully: "He is dead."

The atmosphere on the field became very strange.

The Lord Que of the Tiangong Jianque had always wanted to fight with Xu Zang in the same realm. When he heard Xu Zang killing Xiao Wuliang Mountain, he was ready to set off to Shushan... and then he heard the news of Xu Zang's death.

He felt a little regretful and a little regretful, and then he looked around.

Zhou You is Xu Zang’s only friend.

However, Zhou You did not express any expression. He quietly looked at the coffin, and the cardinal on his shoulder whispered to tears.

Zhou You's voice was a little hoarse: "He is really dead."

Zhou You won't lie.

Zhou You disdains to lie.

So Xu Zang's life and death will no longer be questioned.

The visitor from Yingtian Mansion couldn't help laughing.

More people laughed.

Chen Yi looked at this scene in silence. Everyone laughed in the absurd and sad funeral, with only one exception.

Among the crowd, there was a woman in a solemn black robe. Her eyes never changed from beginning to end. She just stared at Xu Zang's coffin and stared at the man who was eternal in the coffin.

Then two lines of tears came silently at the corner of her eyes.

She smiled and turned and left.

Everyone who came to this funeral has always been unable to let go of something in their hearts, and it can only be put down until today.

Love, hate, love, hatred, mirror, water and moon.
Chapter completed!