Fantasy: Storytelling Covers the Sky, the Saint Falls in Love

Chapter 161

Just as Yun Konglie fell backwards, Yun Feiyang was startled and took a step forward to hold him.

At this moment, the figure of the Golden Ring Ancestor appeared in front of Yun Konglie, and saw three golden rings in his hand flowing, fixed on his eyebrows, heart, and dantian. A stream of spiritual energy flowed in his body, and he couldn't help but frown.

The movement just now was not small. It happened that Yun Konglie just spoke, and almost 99% of the people present were focused on this.

He raised his eyes and looked around, seeing the nervous and hesitant expressions of the soldiers. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but finally sighed in his heart, escaped into the void and disappeared.

He has practiced for more than a thousand years, and his heart has long been hardened, but now in this situation, he can't speak no matter what.

Because the three golden rings that were injected into his body by the Golden Ring Ancestor barely allowed him to infuse some vitality into it.

Yun Konglie straightened his body, patted Yun Feiyang's arm gently to signal him to let go, and then chuckled.

""Everyone, rest assured, the king is fine!"

After hearing this, the soldiers present were slightly stunned, and then they relaxed and began to work.

But at this time, the powerful people and Nirvana monks present had already lost their minds when they saw the state of this person.

How could they not see that this person was not going to live long?.....In the North Xuanguan, after the corpses of the soldiers were collected, several large pots were boiling and the aroma of meat filled the air, making the atmosphere inside the pass suddenly cheerful.

The fact that the common people of Yanbei Pass could survive the bitter cold weather was closely related to the bones and blood of the great monsters they often ate. The bones, blood, tendons, meat, and fur of those great monsters were all useful. They were cannibals and revealed their true forms after they died. The common people of the human race naturally had no psychological burden when eating them.

In addition, many of their relatives died in the war, so even if they were eaten raw, they would rather swallow them with skin and bones.

In the courtyard of the Yanbei Palace, under a cloud pine tree that three people could hug, Yun Konglie sat on a chair. At this time, he had changed into the Yanbei King Python suit of Xunfeng Nine Dragons and Eight Tigers. Looking at the many old friends in front of him, a little relief flashed in his eyes.

Seeing the ten or so Nirvana Great Lords present, he smiled and said,"You all came to help me, and I will accept this favor. There may be spiritual materials you need in the treasury of the royal palace. If you need them, feel free to take them.

You all have to be willing to take them. I have no offspring, and all the adopted sons in the army died in battle. If you miss this opportunity, this favor will be gone....."

When he said this, the expressions of the Nirvana Great Masters were complicated, but no one spoke.

After he finished speaking, the color on his face was obviously dimmed a little. He moved his mind slightly, and reluctantly summoned his gilded drill and placed it horizontally in front of him.

He wanted to lift it himself, but he couldn't lift it.

After trying twice, he had to give up. He then looked at Yan Beijiu and said seriously,"Brother Yan, when I die, I will not be able to take care of the affairs of Yanbei Dao even if there is a flood. I will feel relieved with you here.

But if the demon clan has natural disasters, I think Yanbei will not be bad. I have left letters to various Daos before, hoping to get some food and grass.

If I were alive and well, I think I would not be able to give much, but this is my last letter. It can more or less give me face and let the ordinary people of Yanbei survive the natural disasters in the past few years.

This gilded bore contains my martial arts heritage. Whether it is left in the army or put into your Jingemen, don't let this bore be covered in dust.

If there is really a martial arts genius, let him try my heritage. Ordinary practice may be a little worse, but in this Yanbei Dao, it should be the best."

After saying this, Yan Beijiu took a deep breath, walked forward and held the bore tightly.

Yun Konglie's gilded borer weighed about 4,000 jin. After he lifted it, he felt the martial arts will of his comrade and friend, and couldn't help but be shaken.

Domineering, cruel, resolute, fighting to the death.

He pressed down the trembling gilded borer and nodded heavily, but did not speak.

At this time, he raised his hand and motioned Yun Feiyang to sit in front of him.

At this time, Yun Feiyang already knew the state of his uncle, and knelt in front of him without saying a word.

Seeing this, Yun Feiyang was slightly stunned, but then he chuckled.

He untied the sword from his waist, held it in both hands and handed it to Yun Feiyang, saying,"This sword is called 'Qianyun', it is the sword of the princes of Xunfeng. My father gave it to me when I was six years old, and I have never left it.

When I left Xundu, I wanted to give it back to my father, but he let me keep it with him as a thought.

Now that you are the prince of Xunfeng, this sword should be returned to its original owner.

As for the storage bag on the sword,...When I return to Xundu, I will hand it over to the current Emperor Renzong.

I have three regrets in my life. The first is that I am trapped in one place and cannot travel around the beautiful mountains and rivers of Luoyu Realm.

The second regret is love affairs, and I ended up betraying my beloved.

The third regret is that I could not fulfill my filial piety. Even when my mother passed away, I never rushed back to see her.

You kid, don't learn from me and leave regrets. Looking back, I really don't want to."

After he said this, Yun Feiyang trembled slightly, and after taking the Qianyun Sword with both hands, he kowtowed heavily and fell to the ground.

"Flying...I've got it."

After he said this, he turned and walked away.

At this moment, everyone present looked at Yun Konglie with a little sadness.

Just after he finished speaking, his expression dimmed a little.

Yun Konglie leaned on the Yunsong tree behind him, and after calming down, he said slowly:"Brother Yan, I am indeed sorry for you.

I know that I owe you too much, and it has long been difficult to repay.

Back then, the little girl Yan devoted herself to me, and I should have given her a name, but I never thought that she would die so early, so early that it has become my concern and your knot.

This Yunsong tree was planted by me after the little girl Yan left last year, and it is so tall now.

After I die, please help me be a witness, and be buried under this tree, and give her the title of princess."

After he finished saying this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he took out an ancient jar.

He used all his strength to break the seal, picked up the jar and wanted to drink.

But before he reached his mouth, his body trembled, and the jar in his hand fell and shattered.

The strong aroma of wine made everyone present feel drunk.

Looking at Yun Konglie again, he had no breath on his body.

A ray of spiritual light flowed out and disappeared. Suddenly, a blood thunder exploded in the sky above the North Xuanguan, and thick red clouds filled the sky, and blood rain and strange phenomena immediately fell. Yun

Konglie, the king of Yanbei, fell.

After his death, the sad horn sounded nine times in a row. Hearing this movement, all the soldiers on the city wall and the ordinary people inside the pass were stunned. After a while, bursts of crying and wailing sounded, and they were endless.

Beside Han Lian, the one who was licking his wounds The cloud-flipping beast at the mouth was slightly stunned, and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, wailing and pounced in front of Yun Konglie.

It rubbed the other party gently with its head, and when it found no response, it also wailed.

Seeing this, Han Lian could only sigh, and a thousand thoughts flashed through his mind.

This person's life is about to end, and his death is a foregone conclusion.

After his death, it means that a big curtain will be opened in this world.

Originally, he was still thinking about whether there was any way to save him, but now it seems that the situation under the sky cannot be changed.

Han Lian stood there for a while, then turned and left the palace.

Gradually, all the cultivators present also dispersed, leaving only Yan Beijiu.

He looked at Yun Konglie's body, and a coffin appeared when he waved his sleeves.

He helped the other party up and gently put him into the coffin, and gently tidied his robes, but finally muttered to himself.

"You know, that's just my personality.

I never blamed you, otherwise I would have fallen out with you...."

The two had been good friends since childhood. No one could have imagined that the once high-spirited King of Yanbei would fall so quietly......On the morning of the second day, the sky was clear and cloudless. The vision of the fallen monk had not dissipated and still appeared in the air.

With the sound of the desolate horn, Yun Konglie's coffin was carried out.

Yun Feiyang led the cloud-turning beast in front, and Yan Beijiu, Wuding Zen Master, Zhuo Yuanba and Guan Cangchen, the four of them supported Yun Konglie's coffin with solemn expressions.

Behind them, there were coffins of several powerful monks and tablets of soldiers who died in this battle.

The streets of Beixuanguan City were already crowded with countless ordinary people.

They gathered here and knelt heavily on the ground, and the sound of crying could be said to be loud.

Although Yanbei Dao did not attach importance to lavish burials, there was a custom of carrying coffins for parades. Seeing the bustling ordinary people, Han Lian was overwhelmed with sighs.

At this moment, there was a slight fluctuation in the void beside Han Lian, and the Golden Ring Ancestor came out.

He looked at the scene below and couldn't help but sigh.

"Kong Lie was a good boy. I thought his promotion to Chunyang was a foregone conclusion. Once he was promoted, I could relax and unwind. I never thought he would die like this...."

Before he finished speaking, Baiwu Patriarch emerged from the void.

He looked into the distance and said quietly,"The boy Yun will not live long. He has been strong and fearless throughout his life, and I think he wants to die on the battlefield.

Everyone has his own choice, and we cannot control it. Perhaps we will only remember such a person when we read history books."

At this point, he suddenly changed the subject.

"Mr. Han's storytelling can make people intoxicated and reflect all kinds of scenes in it.

This method is unique to Mr. Han, and no one else in the world can perform it.

Now Yunkong Lie Bingjie has fallen, and his life has become a memory.

Why don't you tell the story of this King of Yanbei again, so that the historian of Xunfeng can write a biography for him?"

Hearing this, Han Lian hesitated.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

"Since the ancestor has spoken, it is what I wish for."