In Ye Luowei's hand, the cold light of Jiuqu trembled, and a figure swept by, and a sword cold light pierced the sky.
The black spear is severed.
Yang Qiankun's body is no longer alive.
With trembling hands, holding the old man's withered body with only bones, tears flowed like a spring.
"Old man" Yang Meng knelt on his knees in front of the old man's corpse, crying silently.
"Old ghost, aren't you invincible in the world, don't you die?"
The war was won, but no one cheered.
Silence, silence, silence.
Dead silence.
Everyone bowed their heads.
The wind swept the clouds, and the rain covered the weeping.
The heart-rending roar, how many people's eyes were sour, and how many people's clothes were wet.
The old man back then, When I'm not sensible, Thou hast reprimanded me with a stick, The pain imprinted on the body has long been blurred.
Instead, you get up and beat me with a stick The eyes were full of tears, the eyes were astringent, and the heart was wet.
The only remaining wisp of remnant soul was not burned out, and floated out of Yang Qiankun's body.
Yang Rui trembled and put away this wisp of remnant soul, his heart dripping blood.
He has never been filial piety, He didn't even have time to let him take a good look at his great-grandson.
But No, but.
"Send seniors" "Send seniors" "Qiankun, go well" The sonorous sound permeates the sky.
When the clarion call for victory in the war resounded in all corners of the world, the cheers of the people were loud, but the hearts were extremely heavy, and the price of this victory was too great.
Yang Rui picked up Yang Qiankun's corpse and lost his soul.
"Old man, let's go back."
He was gone, from the underworld to the sun, to the land where he had been born and raised.
Countless strong people followed him and spontaneously saw Yang Qiankun off.
Yangjiagou, as if isolated from the world, the outside world has experienced an apocalyptic war, but there is no here, they don't even know what is happening in the outside world.
When Yang Rui hugged the old man's body, returned to Yangjiagou, and returned to the Yellow Temple, all the villagers cried.
"This dead old man, I haven't heard from Yangjiagou for so many years, but now it's good, you're really dead outside" Naiwa's mother couldn't cry.
"Old ghost, I've been hiding wine under my bed for so many years, just waiting for you to come back and drink it, heh, who would have thought that alas" The village chief lost his soul.
Ten miles and eight townships, the most famous Taoist priest, and Yang Qiankun, who has done many good things for ten miles and eight townships, left like this, and after many years, it was his death that ushered in.
Countless villagers were silent and grieving.
"Grandpa."
Rui Rui and Xiao Nianxi arrived, and the two guys threw themselves into Yang Rui's arms, crying silently.
After Yang Qiankun got out of trouble in Shenshan, he stayed in the military region for a while, and the stay was not long, but he was quite happy.
"Yang Rui."
Looking at Yang Rui, who had empty eyes, Yiyi and Fei Fei were very distressed, no one expected such an ending.
"The old man likes to be quiet, and I want to give him a quiet funeral here."
Yang Rui barely squeezed out a smile.
Huang Banpo, the place where the old man and his brothers have stayed for the longest time, has their most precious memories.
The roof of the house is the old man's favorite place to stay, often sitting there drinking and reminiscing about his youth.
On a scorching summer night, when the roof was cool in the second half of the night, the three of them sat on the roof and chatted.
The memories of that time are vivid.
The old man's funeral was done quietly.
Buried in the back of the Huangban Broken Earth Emperor Temple, leaning on his grandmother.
He said it a long, long time ago.
On the day of the funeral, a lot of people came, villagers from ten miles and eight towns, as well as monks from all walks of life in the East and the West, who came spontaneously, but Yang Rui did not let them get close, because the old man likes to be quiet.
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His former comrades-in-arms, all of whom are old, have been in the yellow board for a long time, and in front of his tombstone, they have talked a lot about the past.
Zhou Fu, who had always been angry with the old man, was the one who cried the most that day.
The old man simply built a hut on the yellow board, and wanted to live here for a while to accompany his old friend.
The disciples of Maoshan came to worship one after another, and the elders sighed with a long sigh.
All the kings came, all came to worship, and the creatures from all walks of life came to worship one after another, which made the original isolation from the world, after Yang Qiankun's funeral, the ten miles and eight towns that had been silent for a long time were full of people.
Only then did countless people know deeply what the old man had done in the outside world over the years.
The king of Hades, who is in charge of life and death of yin and yang, the king of Jizo, who suppresses the infernal purgatory, and the king of Fudo, who guards the eastern frontier, have all been here.
The King of the Earth has come, and the former hero has kept his promise to the old man.
"I have never admired anyone in my life, this old ghost is the only one" he groaned, but when he looked at Yang Rui's eyes, there was a touch of indignation.
The psychic stone in Wei Yun never lit up again.
Yang Rui has been in Yangjiagou for three years, and Yang Meng, Naiwa, Siwa and other brothers have also stayed in Yangjiagou for three years.
The boss left after the old man's funeral, and in the past three years, there has been news everywhere that he has fought in various places and calmed down the darkness.
All potential threats were eliminated by him little by little, and in the underworld and the yang world, he made a great name.
At the same time, in the past three years, his realm has also slowly improved in the battle.
In the past three years, Yang Qiankun's name has become a religion all over the world, even in Western countries, the name Yang Qiankun is known to women and children.
It is even worshipped as a god by some small countries and small races.
Azeroth, shrouded by the God of Light, almost all races believe in the God of Light, and have never had other beliefs, but now, Yang Qiankun has gradually become another faith other than the God of Light.
All over the world, Qiankun monuments and statues are being cast.
In the underworld, after the King of Tianyou was sealed, the King of Earth You also temporarily abdicated the throne and was managed by his second son Qin Hui, claiming to fulfill his promise to Yang Qiankun and see the world in the way he said.
The Lord of the Underworld has also gone, and now there are two fewer people in charge of the underworld, plus the position of human king that has been vacant, everything is waiting for the birth of a new king.
Hades came forward and wanted to invite Yang Rui to go to the underworld to guard a domain and help manage the underworld, but Yang Rui refused with a smile.
He likes to be uninhibited, and he won't set out on a journey unless he is forced to do so.
"My eldest brother Yang Zhiqiang, wisdom is not below me, strength is especially above me, Lord Hades, you can invite him" Hades smiled bitterly, "We have already invited him, but his answer is almost the same as yours, he seems to be looking for something, he has been fighting in various domains all these years, and his cultivation is also very crazy."
Yang Rui frowned, he knew very well what the boss was doing.
To help the old man complete the unfinished business, in the name of the ferryman, to calm the situation of this troubled world.
"The affairs of the underworld, Lord Hades will work hard, although I can't share my worries with adults, but I can recommend two people to help adults solve problems, and the wisdom of these two people is even above me
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