I'm an Immortal Descendant

A few months later, in front of the famous Yunshen temple in Yunshen mountain, a carriage stopped.

Very humble.

In the morning light, the horse lowered his head and ate the grass covered with dew.

The fog in the mountain is a little big, and the air is fresh.

Compared with other places, the early success of Taoist temple is lively and quiet.

Many people, but not noisy.

Many disciples got up early to practice, and some of them got up to meditate.

But there are no so-called pilgrims here.

Baima temple is not a Buddhist temple. It doesn't meet pilgrims here. It's the strong who come and go. They either worship the mountain or seek the way.

A carriage... A little familiar.

"Well, isn't this a garbage truck?"

Several young disciples passed by.

As Feng Shaohan, most people dare not ridicule him.

It was true at first.

Yunshen's disciples just laughed behind his back, but gradually, they found that Feng Shaohan was a good bully. They were scolded and didn't dare to say a word, and they didn't dare to fight back.

As time goes by, we gradually become presumptuous.

His dignified little Lord became the role of deception.

But he still seems to have no intention of resistance, but the more inferiority.

Feng Shaohan doesn't like to stay in zongmen. He will be bullied by others, which is a big reason. He is more comfortable to leave here and walk into the mortal world.

"It's been months since the trash left, and then it's back?"

"Still sleeping in the carriage."

"What a waste."

Some people scold very hard, but it's not that they really don't like Feng Shaohan. In fact, this person has not done anything to humiliate the school except for his poor talent.

The main reason is that Feng Shaohan was born so well and had so many resources, but his cultivation was so low. They were jealous.

If these identities were given to resources, if they were given to themselves... That would be great.

It's this kind of resentment that makes them want to take out their anger with Shaohan.

"Waste..."

The curtain of the carriage was opened, and one of the disciples was still cursing, but suddenly stopped.

Because he didn't feel right. They were so noisy. Feng Shaohan had no reason not to wake up.

Even at this meeting, he opened the curtain, but there was still no movement inside.

The strange situation alerted him immediately.

In particular, although there is a person lying inside, there is no breath at all.

"No way."

This really scared him. Although Feng Shaohan is a waste, he has a lot of talent.

If something happens, not only the clan will be in trouble, but they will also be in trouble.

Who can bear the wrath of a Lord.

"Elder martial brother Feng..."

"Elder martial brother Feng..."

Tone changed very nervous, but a few shouts in a row, but there was no movement.

"No..."

The disciple nervously poked out his finger and touched his artery.

"Ah

He broke into a cry.

It was not only cold when we started, but also the great arteries stopped. From all kinds of signs, Feng Shaohan should be dead.

"No, no... it's not easy..."

"There's something wrong with elder martial brother Feng."

These people are not necessarily later than Feng Shaohan, but Feng Shaohan is placed under the Taoist temple. He is a disciple of the inner gate and has a higher status than them. Therefore, he has to call elder martial brother according to the rules.

It's usually called Shaohan waste, but I dare not shout in front of my teacher.

For a moment, the whole cloud was startled.

Several Taoist like old men rushed down the mountain.

Feng Shaohan's identity is too special.

They dare not neglect.

These Taoists and magicians are not in the same vein. Taoists cultivate heaven and man, while magicians are good at magic. But they all practice Qi.

"This..."

After seeing Feng Shaohan, it was soon confirmed that he was indeed dead.

But the death is very strange, there is no scar on the whole body, and there is no painful micro expression on the face, which gives people the feeling that Feng Shaohan seems to have died in deep sleep.

"Master."

"Taoist temple."

Cloud deep view Lord Ning Dao also came in person.

At this time, Feng Shaohan's body had been carried down to the zongmen hall.

There's nothing messy about my clothes.

"From the body, there is really no injury at all..."

Ning Dao is a Taoist with long eyebrows and long beard.

There must be a reason why he is known as one of the three most wonderful people in the world.

There is no trauma, no disease, no poisoning, sudden death phenomenon, very simple will be classified as Wu death, after all, in the mountains cold, sick, no one to take care of, curl up to Wu death.

In a word, there are many ways to die in deep clouds. However, it usually happens to the ordinary people. It's rare for the advanced practitioners, but fengshaohan is not so strong“ I think it's Zhongxie. " But Ning Dao took a look and made a judgment. Then he stretched out his hand and pressed it on Feng Shaohan's eyelid, which was full of dark green light. Although it was very shallow, it was enough to be seen“ It's evil. " The people around looked at each other. Yunshen is the place where the Taoist temple is located. It's unheard of that ghosts and ghosts are so bold that they dare to harm people here“ Has Shaohan made any strange moves recently? " The disciples around shook their heads. Who cares about him. In fact, no one wants to care about him“ No, "he said Ning Dao frowned. Most of his disciples died unexpectedly. All he had to do was to inform their elders. However, Feng Shaohan was different. He was his entering disciple. More importantly, he was the son of the Lord“ Master, can younger martial brother Feng be saved? " Asked a disciple on the side. Ning Dao shook his head: "people have been dead for a long time."“ Tong... "Suddenly, Ning Dao's voice stopped. He seemed to see feng Shaohan's eyelashes beating. Then the second, the third... "Master, you see..." suddenly, Feng Shaohan's eyes suddenly opened, and then his face showed a painful expression. headache. There was a feeling that his head was torn, and some memories that never belonged to him poured into his mind. What's the matter? I'm floating in the sky? How to suddenly appear here. Where is this? His head hurt so much that he slapped his head hard. Ning Dao saw this, a little finger, a dazzling red light was printed on Wang Yu's head, suddenly, the pain disappeared, but the memory still kept pouring in. It doesn't belong to Wang Yu's memory at all. The light green air on his face disappeared Hu... "The whole person breathed a long breath after the severe pain“ Younger martial brother Feng, you're not dead. You're worried about us. " This man is... Third Elder martial brother Cai Yingzheng. Huh? How do I know this man? I've never seen him before?