The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

Meng Ziqiu grabbed Yan Chuan's hand and shook his head and said: "It's useless, I, I can't save it!"

Yan Chuan's face became more and more ugly.

all around countless line of sight watching. The Confucian cultivators were staring at him.

"Emperor Hades, before I die, there are two things that I can't let go of, please...!" Meng Ziqiu's face was frustrated.

After investigating, Yan Chuan also knew that Meng Ziqiu had lost his skills.

"You say it!" Yan Chuan nodded.

With a bitter smile on his face, Meng Ziqiu said: "Rongrong’s mind, I can see that girl has a tendon. Sometimes, she can’t turn around. Such a character, ask for advice. Best, but unfortunately, in this world, it is not only as simple as asking for the truth, but I hope you will be more considerate in the future!"

As soon as Meng Ziqiu said, Yan Chuan immediately understood. Obviously, Meng Ziqiu has something to do with him Got it!

breathes deeply, Yan Chuan nodded said: "Don't worry, I will deal with it properly, Meng Rongrong, I won't let anyone hurt her!"

Meng Ziqiu closed with satisfaction I closed my eyes.

"Also, bring me a word to Wenruo!" Meng Ziqiu's eyes showed a bit of bitterness.

"Say it!"

"Wenruo is a bitter child, bring me a sentence, just say,'Father, I'm sorry for him!'." Meng Ziqiu's eyes slipped a bitter tear Tao.

"I will definitely bring it!" Yan Chuan affirmed.

"many thanks!" Meng Ziqiu's bitter face forced a smile.

"Fengshui South Sect, the place of right and wrong, you should leave as soon as possible!" Meng Ziqiu said the last sentence, while speaking, his voice became weaker and weaker.

Until the end, Meng Ziqiu softened suddenly, and there was no sound anymore.

"Meng Sect Master!" Yan Chuan called in a deep voice.

But at this moment, Meng Ziqiu was silent.

all around There was a moment of silence, everyone was silent, but the Confucianists of the twenty-odd Yueshan Academy exhaled secretly! It seems to be rejoicing.

Yan Chuan drags Meng Ziqiu's palm with his hand. In his palm, Yan Chuan can feel what Meng Ziqiu secretly gave himself before he died.

"Huo Guang, prepare a coffin!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.

"Yes!"

Soon, Huo Guang took out a huge jade stone from the flying boat not far away, and the jade stone was cut quickly, in a blink of an eye. , A coffin suddenly appeared!

Gently placing Meng Ziqiu's body in the coffin, Yan Chuan secretly hid what Meng Ziqiu handed him before he died.

"Meet Sect Master!"

"Meet Master!"

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Countless Feng Shui masters in the four directions suddenly stood up and bowed in one direction.

Yan Chuan put Meng Ziqiu aside, turned his head to look, and saw a black robed sillhouette slowly flying in the distance, behind the black robed sillhouette, followed by a group of Feng Shui masters, including Ming Lingtian.

The leading black robed man exudes a faint black air, Yin Qi is sensible, and the air of death will reduce the temperature all around by half before the person arrives.

black robed man wears a black hat and can't see his face clearly. But everyone understands what kind of face is under this hat.

"Master!" Feng Yinyang respectfully said to the black robed man.

South Sect Sect Master of Feng Shui, Li Canglan!

Li Canglan did not speak, and slowly walked towards the coffin! Although I didn't say a word, it was still the focus of everyone.

Little by little came, but Yan Chuan frowned at him.

"Master, Meng Ziqiu senior, I have already gone first!" Feng Yinyang said in a dull voice.

Li Canglan walked to the coffin, and Yan Chuan frowned.