Elder Bian Zhanfeng raised his hand and tried to pat Mo Junrong on the shoulder.

"Junrong, Feng'er has gone. You have to be sad, don't hurt your body..."

As soon as his palm touched Mo Junrong's shoulder, Mo Junrong suddenly raised his head and yelled: "Impossible, Feng'er is not dead!

She was not dead, she just fell asleep, just fell asleep..."

At the same time, a powerful energy exploded from Mo Junrong's body, which was no less powerful than the explosion of a fire thunder bomb.

The shock wave visible to the naked eye tore his robe to pieces, broke his hair and lifted the white cloth from the other two stretchers out.

Elder Bian Zhanfeng could not avoid it, and was hit by this energy. He groaned and retreated two feet away.

For Bian Zhanfeng, this shock wave could not hurt him, but it only made his body feel a little uncomfortable for the time being.

If it were normal, his irritable and impulsive temper would have erupted long ago.

But now for the sake of his apprentice, he forced his anger to suppress his thoughts and walked forward again to comfort Mo Junrong.

However, Bian Zhanfeng didn't know that Mo Junrong suddenly released the impact of his energy, not because of his inner grief.

Mo Junrong just wanted to use this method to lift the white cloth with the remaining two pairs of stretchers.

He wanted to know who the extra corpse was, and whether it could be Lin Zou.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he quickly turned to the stretcher, and Mo Junrong felt happy.

Although one of the corpses was extremely tattered, it can be judged from the clothes that it was a bandit evil cultivator under Lin Zou.

As long as it is not Lin Zou, his plan can still be implemented smoothly.

Mo Junrong hugged Mo Feng'er's body and continued to cry. He needed a step now to vent his emotions on the matter of revenge.

According to his understanding of Master Ren Zhanfeng, Master hates cowardly people.

In the end, you will definitely use words to stimulate yourself, and those words are the best steps.

Sure enough, after soothing for five incense sticks, Bian Zhanfeng couldn't help but feel emotional.

Suddenly he raised his voice and shouted: "Mo Junrong, please be more aware of me!

You are not only a demon-killer, but also a disciple of our Wenjian Sect with outstanding talent, and your future prospects are limitless.

Show your strong will, what's the use of crying, and avenge Feng'er.

Do you understand, take revenge!”

It was here, and finally waited for him to wait for Ren Zhanfeng to say this.

His body shook violently, as if he was hit by a blow, and his body shone with a qi and a radiant light.

An extremely strong murderous intent emerged from his pores, slowly blew his disguised hair.

"Yes, take revenge, I should avenge Feng'er."

Mo Junrong murmured to himself, gently laying Mo Feng'er flattened, then stood up and faced Elder Bian Zhanfeng.

"Master, you're right, I can't cry."

He raised his hand covered in dust on the ground and wiped away the tears from his cheeks: "I want to avenge Feng'er, avenge my fiancée, and avenge my woman!"

The muscles on Mo Junrong's face were tightened one by one, and his face was distorted and looked extremely ferocious.

The pupils were filled with crazy and bloodthirsty lights, like a hungry jackal.

Such momentum and reaction were praised by Ren Zhanfeng, and he nodded repeatedly to express his agreement.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Junrong seemed to have thought of something and rushed to the sect leader Ren Hua with big steps.

He shouted and clasped his fists, Mo Junrong said, "Mo Junrong here pleads with the sect leader and allows me to lead the team of righteous devils to leave the sect.

Avenge Mo Feng'er and avenge the sacrificed righteous men!"

Ren Hua did not answer immediately, and it was obvious that he was hesitant.

If Mo Junrong leads his team to leave the sect, then who will be responsible for the affairs of the Demon-killing Palace? The three major sects will always have an agent.

Seeing that the sect leader did not speak, Mo Junrong knelt on the ground very simply, clasped his fists and said, "Sect leader, please agree to Mo Junrong's request!

If I cannot take revenge in this life, I will no longer be the one who kills the demon. Even if I search all over the world alone, I will find the demon to kill him with my own hands!"

Mo Junrong's hard performance finally aroused the emotions of the onlookers.

The disciples of Wen Jian Sect spoke one after another, begging Bian Hua to satisfy Mo Junrong.

The disciples of other sects of the righteous spirit of killing demons also began to discuss and persuade, hoping that the Wenjian Sect could let the Demon Sect lead everyone to avenge all the sacrificed righteous men.

Ren Hua glanced at the stretcher and said that Mo Feng'er's body was not fake.

Since Mo Junrong is determined to avenge the one he loves, it is not a solution to force him to stay in the Demon-killing Palace, so let him do it.

Finally, Ren Hua nodded and agreed: "Okay, starting today, you will be allowed to lead the team of the demon-killing righteousness to go out for battle.

However, during this period of time in the Li Zong, the things in the Demon-Slaying Palace must be arranged properly. If you are unable to do so, you can also be left to others for your responsibility."

Hearing this, Mo Junrong was overjoyed, but he still had a sad and angry expression on his face.

He bent down and kowtowed three times, and shouted loudly: "Thank you for your promise!

Mo Junrong has no choice but to be rewarded, and he will definitely carry forward the righteous spirit of killing demons and spread his loyalty all over the world!"

After saying that, Mo Junrong kowtowed three more times, then slowly walked to the stretcher and gently picked up Mo Feng'er's body.

Ren Hua sighed and ordered: "Ren Zhanfeng, Mo Feng'er is your disciple, so you will arrange the funeral."

Blade chops the wind and bows with his fists, expressing his concern for the words of the sect leader.

The crowd on the hillside gradually dissipated, and those practitioners who knew Mo Junrong came over before leaving and bowed to express their condolences to Mo Feng'er in his arms.

On that day, Mo Junrong took Mo Feng'er back to the mountain where Master Ren Zhanfeng lived, and set up incense and candles there to hold simple sacrificial rituals.

The next day, a simple funeral was held on the mountain.

In addition to the disciples under the name of Bian Zhanfeng, Hong Xiaohuan and the disciple who went to Wubian Tianhe also came to participate.

The melodious sound of the flute and flute is blowing, accompanied by the breeze in the mountains, like crying and complaining.

The coffin containing Mo Feng'er was slowly buried in the soil. Mo Junrong stood beside him and cried like rain, and his lips could not help but tremble.

The soil was covered with handfuls after handfuls, and finally a small pile of earth buns were piled up.

A disciple carried the bluestone tombstone made overnight and steadily laid it on the grave.

The other disciples present walked slowly around the graves and planted the flowers and plants in their hands and buns in turn.

As the oldest and highest-ranking person here, Elder Rin Zhanfeng held a pot of clear water and sprinkled it on the flowers and plants on the grave.

The water droplets rolled down between the soil, and he raised his head and shouted: "Flowers bloom all seasons, plants and trees are evergreen, the soul returns to heaven and earth, resting in peace...

Flowers bloom all year round, plants and trees are evergreen..."

After spilling a pot of water, Elder Bian Jianfeng put down the copper pot and walked to Mo Junrong to pat his shoulder.

He comforted: "A man cannot be resurrected when he dies, and the whole Yunxiu is waiting for you to save him. You must never give up on the matter of killing demons."

Mo Junrong wiped away tears on his face and nodded hard to the master.

The other disciples left one after another, no longer disturbing Mo Junrong, leaving him room to vent his emotions.
Chapter completed!