Inside the back hall of the temple.

Soon there were bursts of crying sounds, and countless maids and servants, dressed in mourning, fell to the ground, howling and crying.

In the middle lobby, a coffin was parked.

The lid of the coffin has not yet been closed. A corpse is quietly lying inside, with dark bodies all over, wrinkles on his face, and his black hair all turned dry and white.

At first glance, it looked like a thousand-year-old monster, with no inch of skin on his body still intact.

Su Yuan just took a look and was secretly surprised.

Anyone could have thought that Zhang Fengxiao, who was so romantic during his lifetime, would look like this after his death.

"This is the end of not trusting me, I deserve it!"

Su Yuan secretly said.

If Zhang Fengxiao trusted himself again and led his troops to fight against the Zhenthunder Temple, how could he end up like this?

Is it okay now?

I died myself, leaving the orphan and widowed mother behind.

Well, there are also a group of concubines.

Among them are Su Yuan’s acquaintances, Lin Weier and Lin Xueer.

The two girls knelt on the ground, wearing mourning clothes, and cried in darkness. In front of them was a seven-year-old young son. He fell to the ground, and his eyes were red and his voice was hoarse.

After a group of palace masters came in, they looked compassionate and began to burn incense and bow.

Even Su Yuan pretended to behave and fell to the ground, howling and began to kowtow.

Yang Cang took the opportunity to come to Su Yuanjin and whispered: "Lord Su City, Zhang Fengxiao is dead. What should I do with these concubines? If you like someone, you can get into the mansion at any time. If you don't like him, don't worry, I will deal with it all secretly, and ensure that no one is left behind."

Su Yuan was speechless.

Sure enough, those who stay in high positions have more ruthless methods.

Zhang Fengxiao had just died, and Yang Cang was about to kill his concubines.

Su Yuan thought slightly and said, "No need to leave them for now, so as not to be caught."

"That's fine, but don't worry, I will kill anyone who dares to interfere in politics."

Yang Cang whispered.

"By the way, did Wang Lanzhi and the third prince notify me?"

Su Yuan whispered.

"I have already notified it, and it is probably coming soon, but I am worried that the eldest prince will get news soon. If I instruct the Temple of Thunder continues to attack, it may be a problem."

Yang Cang whispered.

"Don't worry, I will send someone to block them from the Thunder Temple. Also, where did the band of ghost soldiers controlled by Zhang Fengxiao go?"

Su Yuan asked.

"I don't know where I am, but I doubt it may be passed on to the young master. Do I want me to find a chance to snatch it from him? City Lord Su Don't worry, I promise that the young master will not dare to say anything."

Yang Cang whispered.

Su Yuan was speechless again.

"No need for now!"

"Okay!"

Yang Cang nodded.

He now deeply understands the importance of establishing a good relationship with Su Yuan.

There is no doubt that Su Yuan will take power in the Zhentian Temple in the future. Now that he is pleased with him, he will naturally not lose any fat or beautiful things in the future.

The old leader dies when he dies. It is the king to curry favor with the new leader. What's more, the old leader once wanted to kill the new leader, and now he shows goodwill to him, which is just right.

A group of palace masters fell to the ground and started to cry shrillly.

Wang Qingzhi, Wang Jin and Yang Cang quickly commanded everyone and began to organize the funeral.

All items used for mourning are prepared, and all the persons who have notified them will be notified.

After several hours.

A flash of light.

Wang Lanzhi finally appeared.

She stood in front of the hall, her eyes changing, and she stared at the coffin inside the hall, and she still felt a little unbelievable.

Is Zhang Fengxiao dead like this?

The two of them fought for a lifetime!

This unfaithful man died early without waiting for him to kill him with his own hands?

How dare he die?

"Zhang Fengxiao!"

Wang Lanzhi shouted loudly, her skirt fluttered, revealing her white thighs, and shouted, "Get out!"

Her voice spread throughout the hall, roaring in her ears.

The faces of many city lords changed, and they all glared at Wang Lanzhi.

What is this to do?

Do you want to come and bully them while their palace master is in a new mourning?

Wang Qingzhi, Yang Cang and Wang Jin also had a dark face and rushed out quickly. Wang Qingzhi said in a deep voice: "What is the Lord Wang doing? Do you want to humiliate us while our Lord is in a new mourning?"

"Lord Palace Master, if you think you can humiliate us now, then you are really wrong. Even if my Zhentian Temple is not as strong as you, I will definitely fight with you to the end!"

Yang Cang said in a low voice.

"Yes, the Lord is humiliated and the minister is dead. Before my palace master's body is cold, you come and make trouble. Don't blame me for being polite!"

Wang Jin also said coldly.

"Get out!"

Wang Lanzhi shouted violently, and a strong aura burst out from her body, instantly shocking all three of them. Her face changed drastically, and she flushed, shocked and angry.

The other elders and the city lords in the hall also looked angry and stood up one after another.

"Lord Palace Master, you can make trouble while my palace master is in a new mourning. Wouldn't you give me a face to the Zhentian Temple?"

Su Yuan could no longer hold it back, his face darkened, and he walked towards him with big strides.

"It's you, Su Yuan!"

Wang Lanzhi's eyes fell on Su Yuan in an instant, as sharp as a knife, as if she wanted to see through Su Yuan inside and outside.

Su Yuan snorted coldly and said, "What? The Lord of the King wants to take the opportunity to catch all my Zhentian Temple in one place so as to swallow my Zhentian Temple by myself? If that's the case, then I suggest that the Lord of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the

Wang Lanzhi narrowed her eyes and let out a cold snorting.

She is now increasingly unable to see through Su Yuan.

Not long ago, Su Yuan led his army not only defeated Helandu's 200,000 troops, but also chased and killed them all the way, taking the opportunity to occupy the entire Zhenfeng Temple and accept all the twelve dark cities of the Zhenfeng Temple.

Such a record is simply unimaginable.

"Lord Su, I'll worship Lord Zhang, isn't that okay?"

Wang Lanzhi snorted coldly and spoke.

Su Yuan smiled coldly and said, "If you just worship, there is nothing wrong with it. I just hope that the Lord of the King will not cause trouble. This is not your Zhenhai Temple!"

His army had already been secretly mobilized.

There is Situ Hao and the Red Dragon is around. Any action by Wang Lanzhi can easily destroy her.

Wang Lanzhi felt cold in her heart. She stopped talking and strode towards the coffin to check it out.

With just one glance, she showed her solemnity and saw the dark and ugly corpse inside the coffin.

The corpse was covered with wrinkles, its essence was exhausted, and its hair turned white.

It can be described as a terrible sight!

How could Zhang Fengxiao end up like this?

"How did Lord Zhang die?"

Wang Lanzhi asked coldly.

"I was plotted by the Temple of the Thunder God and died of serious injuries!"

Wang Qingzhi looked sad and angry.

"The Temple of Thunder..."
To be continued...