Opening confession to the beautiful master

"Click, rub, rub!"

Ye Kunli stepped back continuously. The horror of the Immortal Killing Way made her scalp numb. Especially when she was enveloped by the huge killing intent, she even felt that she had temporarily lost the ability to think.

The next moment, Ye Kunli returned to his human form, with a gloomy expression. When he looked at Zhang Yi again, there was a trace of fear deep in his eyes, "How could his way be so outrageous? I am not at all like that now." His opponent."

As a member of the Kunpeng clan, Ye Kunli was proud from the bottom of his heart, but this pride could not be lifted up in front of Zhang Yi.

"Times have changed, and the human race is getting stronger and stronger. Maybe I really should change my views on them."

Ye Kunli's eyes dimmed, and he had unknowingly corrected his mentality.

"Zhang Yi, your way is too overbearing. You dare to name it the Immortal Killing Way. Be careful to attract the attention of those in the sky."

Ye Kunli pointed at the sky, as if he had something to say.

"I haven't seen a real immortal yet, but I am somewhat looking forward to the arrival of a real immortal."

Zhang Yi also raised his head and glanced at the sky. When he knew that the immortal had to pay such a high price to come, he calmed down a lot. At least he thought that he was not enough to arouse the immortal's idea.

"Now that Baihua Valley has begun to take shape, it only takes time to recruit talents. Let's return to the Holy Capital first."

The death of the Holy Master will definitely cause a sensation in the ancient realm, and a grand funeral will definitely be indispensable.

Zhuang He had saved a few people in disguise, so Hua Yingyue and the others would naturally go to the Holy Capital.

"call out!"

The group of people turned into streams of light and rushed toward the Holy Capital. When they resisted the Holy Capital, the Holy Capital of Nuoda was already covered with white cloths, and there was an atmosphere of sadness everywhere. Even the bustling city The streets looked particularly depressed.

Obviously, the people of the Ancient Territory already know about Zhuang He's death, and they are forever grateful to this holy master who has been risking his life for the Ancient Territory.

Especially when he learned that Zhuang He was trying to eliminate the hidden dangers of the Ancient Demonic Land, his grief became even stronger.

When Zhang Yi brought Hua Yingyue and the others back to the Holy Palace, representatives from all the major forces in the ancient domain had arrived, many of them wearing mourning clothes, and huge sadness enveloped the entire Holy Palace.

Zhang Yi went straight to the Holy Master's Mansion. He wanted to know Zhuang Xiaohe's condition immediately.

"Brother Zhang!"

Zhuang Xiaohe was standing in front of the Holy Master's Mansion greeting the guests at the moment, his expression full of fatigue, but the moment he saw Zhang Yi, his eyes couldn't help but turn red, and tears instantly rolled in his eyes...

The strength he had been pretending to be for so long was finally removed the moment he saw Zhang Yi. It seemed that Zhang Yi's appearance helped him find his backbone.

Zhang Yi patted his shoulder gently, with a look of sadness on his brows, and said softly: "My condolences!"

At the same time, Zhang Yi also secretly vowed in his heart that he would abide by the Holy Master's last wish and take good care of Zhuang Xiao He!

"Brother Zhang, the Holy Emperor has already told me what happened. He did the right thing, but...it's just...I can't accept it."

Zhuang Xiaohe already knew what happened from Gu Xinghe's mouth, and also knew why Zhuang He died, but he couldn't accept this fact for a while.

After all... Zhuang He is his only relative in this world. He finally experienced a separation of life and death some time ago, but now he is separated forever.

"call……"

Zhang Yi let out a long breath, with a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes. He was wondering if he wouldn't have so much trouble if he didn't go to the Ancient Demonic Land, and would Zhuang He not die?

Just...just...no pity...no ifs.

The next moment, Zhang Yi bowed deeply to Zhuang He and said sincerely and apologetically: "Xiao He, I was wrong..."

Seeing this, Hua Yingyue and the others also bowed together with Zhang Yi, especially Hua Yingyue, who was extremely pious. Speaking of which, this incident happened because of her.

This move frightened Zhuang Xiaohe, and he quickly helped Zhang Yi up with a horrified expression, waving his hands and saying: "Brother Zhang, you have to punish me. We, father and son, owe you our lives, not to mention that my father got rid of the ancient demon." "Oh, you also helped him take revenge and killed Ye Haoran, it's not wrong."

"This is my father's choice, and I respect his choice."

At this time, Zhuang Xiaohe's tears had stopped, and there was only endless determination in his eyes. He blamed no one for not blaming Zhang Yi, but it was Zhang Yi's actions that made him feel a little ashamed.

"In short, I will fulfill the Holy Master's last wish!"

Zhang Yi nodded heavily and promised.

Hua Yingyue felt the need to explain, "Mr. Zhuang, this matter is actually all my fault. If I had not gone to the ancient magic land, this kind of thing would not have happened..."

"Baihua Valley owes Master Zhuang his life. If Mr. Zhuang needs anything in the future, just ask."

Hua Yingyue also made a promise, and when she told all this, she felt a lot better.

Zhuang Xiaohe waved his hands and said: "Everyone, let's not talk about the relationship between my banker and Brother Zhang. As an ancient domain saint master, my father is bound to get rid of the ancient magic land..."

After that, several people comforted Zhuang Xiao He and then entered the Holy Master's Mansion and bowed deeply to the empty coffin in the hall.

This time, no bones of Zhuang He were left, and the broken sky-suppressing tower was also in the coffin.

"Holy Master, I will complete what you tell me, and I will let Xiao He successfully ascend the path to immortality!"

"Also, I will also find a way to resolve the matter between my eldest brother and the Holy Emperor. As for the Blood-clothed Marquis... I will also find a way to recruit the people behind him."

Zhang Yi murmured to the coffin, his faith in his heart was firm.

It was not until Zhuang He died that he truly understood Zhuang He's faith for the Ancient Domain. Now that faith fell on him, he had to fulfill it.

On this day, the Ancient Domain was in mourning, and countless people mourned for Zhuang He.

This day was destined to be a sad day for the Ancient Domain. Zhuang He's departure was a huge loss for the Ancient Domain.

On this day, countless people burst into tears, just because of the departure of that person!

Zhuang He's funeral lasted for seven days, and the entire Ancient Domain gradually came out of the sadness. During these seven days, the Ancient Domain seemed to have lost its vitality...

Somewhere in the Holy City, an ordinary-looking man looked extremely sad. During the days of Zhuang He's funeral, he stood there motionless, staring at the direction of the Holy Master's Mansion, like a statue.

"Zhuanghe, why did you leave so suddenly? We had agreed to drink together. I never thought that our last farewell would be forever."

"It takes a lot of courage to eliminate the influence of the ancient magic land at the cost of one's own life. I, Chen Haoran, admire you!"

This person is Chen Haoran, who has been lurking in the Holy City. When he learned of Zhuanghe's death, he was struck by lightning and still hasn't recovered...