After being able to walk around, the first thing Wu Feng had to do was to fulfill Lao Liu's last wish and burn his body, and planned to send his remains back to Zhongnan Mountain after he cured his senior brother and buried him next to his Wudaozi's tomb. This matter must be done, which was something Wu Feng personally agreed to.

On the day of the cremation of Lao Liu's head, it was raining and raining. The entire Xingguo Temple was solemn and solemn. Everyone's expression was extremely heavy. Everyone knew why Lao Liu died. He was alone, with a sword, forced the Nine Heavens Xuan Thunder, and killed the Thousand-year Blood Demon. Such a feat is respectable and adorable. Thinking that the Thousand-year Blood Demon is the most yin and evil monster. Once it appears, life will be ruined. Lao Liu's head has such a feat, sacrificed oneself for justice. No matter what Buddhism and Taoism are, no matter what, they don't think that he is a great hero who stands tall and strong.

The body of Lao Liu's body and flesh were peeled off by the purple talisman he carried, turning into a blood mist and condensed on the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword, turning into a spell, and forcing the use of Tianlei. So at this moment, Lao Liu's head was only a layer of skin wrapped in bones, which made people feel sad. When he saw Lao Liu's body again, Wu Feng almost shed tears, but he insisted that he did not cry. When Lao Liu's life, he told himself to be strong, a man cried like a cry, and Lao Liu also told himself that he was walking in the world, intrigue and not to act too emotionally, Lao Liu's voice and smile during his lifetime, his drinking, his dancing when he was drunk, and his first time when he saw him in Shuangqiao Village, he slept in a coffin to scare himself, everything was vivid in his mind.

Just one month ago, Old Liu was still a living life. It seemed that in just a moment, he turned into a cold and dry corpse. He lay quietly on a pair of dry firewood set up by monks from Xingguo Temple, with a peaceful expression, covered in a red cassock, as if he was drunk and lying there sleeping soundly.

In a trance, Wu Feng felt that he could still wake up, and then he said to himself sleepyly, Wu Feng, I slept long enough this time, you kid didn't wake me up, we should leave, take Old Man Xue to save your senior brother, this time your senior brother is saved

After another trance, Wu Feng still saw a cold corpse, his cheeks were sunken, his face was gray and bloodless.

At this moment, Wu Feng couldn't control himself, tears were held in his heart, his chest was fluctuating violently, and almost surging out.

Once again, Wu Feng held back his tears. His eyes were red and he looked at Old Liu's head and murmured: Uncle Liu, please go on the road with peace of mind. The Thousand-year Blood Demon was killed by you. Elder Xuanwu died at my hands. I have already avenged you. Don't worry, I will fulfill your last wish and send you back to Zhongnan Mountain.

After saying this, Master Mo Chen had slowly walked to Wu Feng's side and handed him a torch.

After Wu Feng took it, the monks from Xingguo Temple and Lingyan Temple stood on both sides and recited scriptures in unison. The lingering sounds rippled in Xingguo Temple, sacred and solemn, ethereal and distant, echoing in Xingguo Temple.
Chapter completed!