My younger brother, Emperor Huangtian, was also reborn.

Chapter 111 Xiao Tian: Why are you standing there, continue to mourn me?

The senior brother on the side looked sad, still immersed in the bad news of Junior Brother Xiao Tian's departure. Suddenly he heard someone asking, and subconsciously turned his head and said: "We are mourning Junior Brother Xiao Tian... Damn it!"

Just in the middle of speaking, the senior brother in the spirit transformation realm rolled his eyes in excitement and fainted.

Xiao Tian's face turned dark, and he vaguely heard his name.

Then, he walked forward along the crowd, occasionally trying to jump in line, but was pushed back by the sad-looking senior brother.

"Why are you so anxious? Junior Brother Xiao Tian's tombstone is right in front, and we can't run away, so we come forward one by one to pay our respects."

The senior brother said without looking back, with sadness in his voice.

The same goes for the other junior brothers beside him. Each one of them had a look of sadness on his face and lowered his head, mourning and remembering the brave junior brother Xiao Tian.

Therefore, Xiao Tiandu has been in the team for a while, but no one paid attention to him. Everyone was immersed in sadness and couldn't extricate themselves.

After all, Xiao Tian was the only person who died in the battle of Butian Pavilion. He was still a genius of the generation and could kill princes. Compared to Shi Yi, he was only a little behind.

Not to mention the disciples, even the ancestors cannot accept the death of such a genius.

Finally, Xiao Tian came to the front of the team.

What caught his eye was the stone tablet that carried his unbearable memories!

The gods are powerful and upright!
With the hammer in my hand, I have the world!
Very good. Just seeing this stone tablet made Xiao Tian angry!

Then, he saw the statue next to the stone tablet!

The statue looks very thoughtful at first glance, and looks very similar to Xiao Tian!
But what do those two blood-red horns on the head mean?
Xiao Tian felt a dull pain in his scalp, as if those two big bags had appeared again.

"Who did this good thing?"

Xiao Tian was furious, he was actually killed!

A tomb has been erected, and that tablet is used as a tombstone?
The most important thing is, don’t you have a normal time?Why use the image of Xiaolongren to commemorate him?

In fact, Xiao Tian turned his gaze slightly and saw the instigator.

The naughty kid was sitting closest to the tombstone, his face full of sadness, and he was still holding a lot of yellow paper from unknown sources in his hands. He burned them to Xiao Tian one by one, mumbling to himself while burning them. :
"Senior Brother Xiao Tian, ​​you left too suddenly, and I didn't have time to prepare anything for you. I will wait until I have time to prepare some immortal cultivation books and paper maids for you to burn together..."

Hearing Shi Hao's muttering, Xiao Tian's face turned even darker.

"Naughty kid! Come here!"

Xiao Tian couldn't bear it anymore and yelled out.

Around him, a circle of senior brothers attending the memorial service were shocked when they heard the sound. They turned around and found that the man was eighty-nine times similar to the mud head on the altar table.

Before anyone could react, they saw the naughty kid dropped the yellow paper in his hand, rushed over with tears in his eyes, and directly saved the boy.

"Senior Brother Xiao Tian, ​​you are still alive! That's great!"

Shi Hao spoke excitedly, hugging Xiao Tian and refusing to let go.

The expressions of the group of fellow disciples nearby changed. The sadness disappeared and was replaced by joy and surprise.

"Great! Junior Brother Xiao Tian is not dead!"

"God bless Butian Pavilion! Butian Pavilion's second favorite is still alive!"

……

A group of fellow apprentices shouted excitedly.

Xiao Tian found that there were a lot of things wrong, but one thing he was sure of was that catching the naughty kid was the source of everything wrong!

"What have you done!"

Xiao Tian spoke with a dark face and secretly smashed the horned clay head on the altar table.

"I heard they said there was no trace of your body, so they held a memorial service for you."

The naughty boy Shi Hao spoke, his eyes full of excitement.

"No bones left? Who said that?"

Xiao Tian's face turned darker and he asked.

It's true that when people are walking halfway, the pot comes from the sky.

"I don't know, someone seemed to have said it first..."

The senior brother next to him spoke.

They thought about it, and it seemed that no one mentioned this at first. It wasn't until the naughty boy started to raise his head that everyone felt that Xiao Tian's body was completely gone.

"It seems like the naughty kid said it first..." said an upright senior brother next to him.

Suddenly, Xiao Tian looked at Shi Hao with evil eyes.

"Don't I care about you...you have been missing for so long..."

Shi Hao defended in a low voice.

"I'm missing? Haven't I been sent out of Butian Pavilion long ago?"

Xiao Tian asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Aren't you back again? You're tearing apart the prince with your own hands and showing off the power of Butian Pavilion."

The senior brother next to him spoke.

Xiao Tian was confused. Why didn't he know that he was tearing the prince apart?
Then, Xiao Tian learned the whole incident from the vivid descriptions of a group of fellow apprentices.

"You said that I tore many princes to pieces and saved many disciples of Butian Pavilion?"

"Yes, Junior Brother Xiao Tian was very powerful at that time. He killed many princes, second only to Junior Brother Shi Yi!"

"Even Lord Sacrifice Spirit praised Junior Brother Xiao Tian!"

……

A group of senior brothers and sisters all started praising Xiao Tian.

However, Xiao Tian felt dizzy because these things were not done by him at all.

"There may be misunderstandings about these matters. I will leave it to the Pavilion Master and the Ancestors for decision-making."

Xiao Tian was a little confused, temporarily put aside the matter, and turned to look at Shi Hao.

"So, why did you say I was dead?"

Xiao Tian asked, he was really angry!
Being called dead for no reason!Who can bear this?
"We haven't found you for a long time, it's our fault!"

Shi Hao spoke confidently.

"You! Let me tell you, I'm really angry! I can't get over this matter!"

Xiao Tian spoke angrily.

I ran back to Butian Pavilion full of excitement, only to see my own funeral. Who wouldn't be angry if I let it go?
"Then what to do..."

Shi Hao lowered his head and whispered.

"Clear my name! Tell everyone that I am not dead! Otherwise we will fight each other every time we meet!"

Xiao Tian said angrily.

"But……"

Shi Hao spoke reluctantly.

Seeing Shi Hao's reluctant look, Xiao Tian became even more angry.

"But what?!"

"But... some so-called neutral races have promised to donate holy medicine, precious bones, etc. to the deceased Senior Brother Xiao Tian, ​​in order to comfort Senior Brother Xiao Tian's spirit in heaven..."

Shi Hao muttered softly.

"What did you say? Holy medicine? Treasured bones?"

Senior brother Xiao Tian was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

After a short while, he continued to speak.

"Why are you standing there in a daze? Continue to mourn for Junior Brother Xiao Tian. Such a powerful genius has fallen, and Butian Pavilion has suffered too much loss! The holy medicine and precious bones that those people promised must not be missing at all!"

Xiao Tian spoke, and then took the lead in commemorating.

The other brothers and sisters looked at each other in shock, and then continued to pay their respects after they came to their senses.

However, the atmosphere finally changed, and there was no sadness at the beginning.

Outside the crowd, Shi Yi turned his head calmly. He had already guessed this, so he remained so calm.

Soon, the ancestors also learned the news.

(End of this chapter)