"Have the corpses and the Yinshen been recovered?"

"All the corpses and ghosts have been snatched back."

Zhou Yufeng said in a deep voice.

"but……"

"What?"

"The evil spirit of the war was too strong, and the Yin Shen didn't last long before he lost his mind."

Tu Shanjun sat back in his original seat blankly, and the aura around him quickly disappeared. The overwhelming pressure turned into the patter of wind and rain, and the thick fog and clouds also turned into misty clouds without support, and finally turned into the nature of heaven and earth, so it was magical.

The situation disappeared, and the divine power that weighed on everyone's hearts also disappeared.

Zhou Yufeng looked up again.

He did not see a peerless strong man, but rather he saw an old wolf, holding his sleeves and robe, silently licking his wounds.

At this moment, Zhou Yufeng suddenly understood why Uncle Wu Rong respected his master so much.

"Master, please express your condolences."

Tushanjun waved his hand.

Signaling everyone to leave.

He wanted to be alone and quiet.

All the golden elixir monks left, leaving only two people, one was Fang Yingxue, and the other was Zhou Xinglie's eldest son Zhou Yufeng.

Xinglie died in battle, but he couldn't say anything.

This is what the disciples of the sect should do. Rather, it is better to say that there is a mixture of sadness and joy. I am happy that after he left, the Zhou family did not act like a softie and lived in the rear.

"Where is the body?"

"The body is buried in the mountain behind Danfeng. My father Yin Shen said this when he was still sane."

Zhou Yufeng held his hand.

"Where's the Yin Shen?"

Speaking of Yin Shen, mother and son looked at each other and said nothing.

"What is the problem?"

Zhou Yufeng continued: "My father knows that my ancestor will definitely ask this question if he comes back. I dare not change my father's last wish. When my father still had his sanity, he said that when he forgot everything, he would throw the Yin God into the soul flag.

Wait for the ancestor to return and take him away with you."

"Ancestor, think twice."

"The sect may be able to arrange for my father's reincarnation."

Fang Yingxue said nothing.

Maybe this is what she meant too.

Reincarnated, it is better to enter the soul banner and accompany the master to continue the battle.

Zhou Xinglie chose the latter.

He knew that his talents were not enough. Junior Brother Wu Rong had been waiting for him for a long time, and he had not given birth to a child. Even though he shed the last drop of his blood for the sect, he was still willing to be a pawn for his master.

Once the body enters the soul banner, life and death are no longer controlled by oneself.

It can even be said that he will never be reincarnated.

The sect once promised its disciples that if they gave up the next life, the sect would redouble their training in this life and arrange their affairs after death, which also attracted a large number of disciples to join in.

Later, this system continued and gradually disappeared until Tushanjun left.

However, Tushanjun himself did not expect that he would have to collect another soul when he returned to the sect.

And this last soul.

It is his disciple.

On the one hand, it is the personal wish of the disciple, and on the other hand, it is the wish of the family.

And Tushanjun’s own concerns.

He didn't know what to do either.

…

"Please forgive me for coming uninvited."

"Yu Long, Qiu Wandao, I have met my uncle."

The middle-aged man stepped into the main hall and looked at the red-haired monk sitting in front of him.

Zhou Yufeng crossed his hands and saluted: "Sect Master."

"Great Elder."

Qiu Wandao also nodded.

The arrival of the two men brought Tushanjun out of his thoughts. Tushanjun looked at the phantom and said calmly: "Yes, your talent is not in vain. Now you have touched the threshold of the venerable."

Qiu Wandao said respectfully: "Thank you very much, uncle, for your teaching."

"You're good too."

"Disciples don't dare."

"Compared with Senior Brother Wu Rong, my progress is really not worth mentioning."

Yu Long sighed: "Senior Brother Zhou's sacrifice is regrettable. I would like to express my condolences to Uncle Senior."

Tu Shanjun raised his head slightly and looked at him. After not seeing him for many years, this boy had become smooth.

"What's up?"

"I also ask Uncle Master to move to Taiyi Peak to discuss important matters."
Chapter completed!