I, C, attend the funeral

It was almost noon, and the sun was like a light bulb in a refrigerator.

Bright, but not warm.

Zihe's words were like arrows with cold air, and the smile on Rong Hao's face gradually cracked when pierced.

He put away his smile and lost his patience.

With a violent shake of his arm, Rong Hao took a step forward, and the qi sword raised by his arm vibrated.

The buzzing sound gradually sounded, and immediately, he raised his arm violently, and all the Qi swords stabbed towards Zihe.

In the past, he was the one who took Zihe away from the village of ordinary humans and brought Zihe into the village.

Now, he wants to destroy the other party with his own hands.

At that time, what he thought in his heart, the idea that he took Zihe to strengthen the hungry ghost realm a little bit, has long been dispelled in the torment of the years.

There is only one thought left in his mind now, and that is to realize his Hanba dream.

The life and death of others is no longer important.

Time not only rotted his once physical body, but also rotted away the soft emotions in his soul.

When the Qi sword was shot, Rong Hao stretched out his hand to pull out the Longzhu wood—after killing Zihe's body, Zihe's ghost would leave his body.

Longzhu wood is an excellent magic weapon for suppressing spirits and ghosts.

Rong Hao, he will never be soft-hearted again.

But when Rong Hao stretched out his hand to pull it out, the owl standing on his shoulder suddenly exploded its wings, turned its head suddenly, and pecked at his eyes.

Rong Hao was caught off guard, and while dodging, the hand that pulled the wooden stick hastily retracted to block.

As soon as the owl failed to peck, it didn't love to fight. It flapped its wings and flew towards Zhao Yin.

And Rong Hao lowered his head to look at his feet, but there was no Long Zhumu figure.

Looking around, I saw a huge Maine Coon cat, like a wild dog, with a wooden stick in its mouth, flying like a bolt of lightning, and it had already reached Zhao Yin's feet.

"..." Rong Hao frowned, and turned his eyes to look at Zihe - the other party was still standing in place, without the slightest look of being shot into a sieve by the evil spirit.

He looked carefully and found something was wrong.

I saw countless light spots shooting in front of Zihe, as if weaving a net with the light there, encircling all the Qi swords he shot.

He followed those rays of light to their sources in the distance, and finally saw countless people in Taoist robes and holding mirrors on the hillside behind the factory building.

"..." Rong Hao was stunned, and couldn't help but gasped.

It's the Chiyang Qi Gathering Formation!

This feng shui bureau is very restrictive, and it will only take effect within 3 hours of noon.

Why is it that Zhao Yin and the others are at such a time...Could it be that they have already arranged this feng shui situation.

Moreover, has this time been calculated long ago?

Rong Hao felt his heart sinking.

Zhao Yin and his group not only calculated that he would appear, but also planned the time when he would attack.

His eyes finally fell on the owl Cao Zixiang.

The flat-haired animal landed on Zhao Yin's shoulder at the moment. Although it was small, it held its head high, looking stubborn and fierce.

Is Cao Zixiang also Zhao Yin's move?

Was it Zhao Yin who found the owl one step earlier than him and mentioned the layout?

No, how could Zhao Yin guess that he would go to Cao Zixiang...

Then, after he found Cao Zixiang, this person who was turned into a bronze armored corpse by Zhang Zihe in the previous life, even though he had been subjected to such cruel treatment, in this life... he still turned to his sect?

Rong Hao couldn't understand.

Cao Zixiang should hate Zihe very much. Could it be that he has suffered such pain and been treated like that before, isn't it enough to make him want to eat Zihe's flesh?

What's more, Zhao Yin, as Cao Zixiang's master in the previous life, after Zihe made such a mistake and killed all his apprentices with such a terrible method, in this life, he is still fighting fiercely with Zihe——

Doesn't this chill and resent the other disciples?

Rong Hao couldn't understand!

The person who was still in control of the situation just now suddenly became a lonely person.

His eyes swept over the people, ghosts, birds, and animals in front of him, and then his eyes drifted to a group of Taoist priests on the hillside...

Stretching out his hand, he held a talisman.

No, there is Zihe's Hanba corpse standing beside him now, and he still has a hole card.

With a little peace of mind, after Zhao Yin used the hammer to destroy those trapped Qi swords, Rong Hao looked at Cao Zixiang, the owl, and said:

"When did you get in touch with Zhang Chenyang?"

"After waking up, the first time you can leave freely." Cao Zixiang said without hesitation, and his tone was even a little proud.

Its eyes only stayed on Rong Hao's face for a moment, then fell to Zihe again, and then said a little loudly, with a somewhat mocking tone:

"In this world, there will be no traitors from Zixuanguan. We will never fight among ourselves."

Cao Zixiang's gaze seemed to be stabbing Zihe's neck with a cold knife.

Zihe twitched the corners of his mouth, finally unable to bear the pressure, turned his head to look at third brother Cao Zixiang, showing an embarrassed yet polite smile.

The little owl puffed up its chest and raised its head, snorting in a full-fledged manner, and then withdrew its cold and imposing gaze.

That's right!

Even if they kill each other, they will never let outsiders bully them.

Not to mention uniting with outsiders and bullying one's own family.

Thinking in this way, it turned its head and rubbed Zhao Yin's hair on the sideburns. After feeling the softness of Zhao Yin's hair and the released temperature, he raised his chest and raised his head in satisfaction, staring at Rong Hao aggressively.

"..." Rong Hao sneered in disbelief.

How did Zhang Chenyang teach such a group of stupid apprentices...

Zhao Yin looked at Rong Hao's smile, but didn't respond.

His eyes were cold, and there was a bit of helplessness and pain.

A ghost stood shoulder to shoulder with him, a monkey stood behind him, a cat squatted at his feet, and a bird crouched on his shoulder—as if the entire ecological chain had sent representatives to confront Rong Hao.

Zhang Zilie, the sixth apprentice who was ridiculed by Rong Hao, sat at Zhao Yin's feet like a cat, his hair was slightly blown, like a hunting dog, and his pupils were like knives.

Eleven apprentices are remotely controlling thousands of Taoist disciples under their sect, setting up a formation and spreading a net around them.

The three apprentices were always ready to fly up and peck Rong Hao's eyes.

Just when Rong Hao was about to activate the talisman by pinching his hands, there was a sudden movement behind him - the footsteps were careless, and he did not conceal his strength and speed at all.

When Rong Hao turned his head, he saw that Li Juanshen was holding a crossbow, walking to his left rear.

A talisman and a relic were strung on the tip of the crossbow arrow, which were incinerated from Zhang Chenyang's body.

On the right back of Rong Hao, there is a tall, thin and short-haired mountain dog Zhang Ziyan who is dressed in men's clothing.

Gouzi held the subduing magic pestle in his hand, straightened his arms, and raised it slightly, so that the subduing magic pestle was only a few centimeters away from the ground, as if a pestle would come down at any time, shaking out tens of thousands of hectares of spiritual yang, and burning Rong Hao's soul.

Zihe smiled at Ziyan, Gouzi put away his solemn and serious expression in an instant, and smiled harmlessly at Zihe.

Zihe only felt satisfied, and his gentle smile gradually became wild——

"Rong Hao, why don't you return my soul fire to me yourself, so that I won't have to do anything."