Chapter 703 Forcing the Sovereign to Take Power

Elder Ren Zhanfeng raised his hand, trying to pat Mo Junrong on the shoulder.

"Jun Rong, Feng'er has already gone, you have to mourn, don't hurt yourself..."

As soon as his palm touched Mo Junrong's shoulder, Mo Junrong suddenly raised his head and shouted: "Impossible, Feng'er is not dead!

She's not dead, she's just asleep, just asleep..."

At the same time, a majestic energy exploded from Mo Junrong's body, which was no less powerful than the explosion of fire and thunder.

The shock wave visible to the naked eye shredded the robes on his body, broke the jade crown that bound his hair, and threw the white cloths from the other two stretchers flying.

Elder Ren Zhanfeng couldn't dodge in time, he was hit by the impact of energy, and retreated two feet away with a muffled grunt.

As far as Ren Zhanfeng is concerned, this shock wave can't hurt him, it just makes his body feel a little uncomfortable temporarily.

In normal times, his violent and impulsive temper had already erupted.

But now for the sake of his apprentice, he forcibly suppressed the idea of ​​getting angry, and stepped forward to appease Mo Junrong again.

However, Ren Zhanfeng didn't know that Mo Junrong's sudden release of energy was not because of the grief in his heart.

Mo Junrong just wanted to use this method to lift the white cloths of the remaining two stretchers.

He wanted to know who the extra corpse was, if it was Lin Zou.

Out of the corner of his eye, he quickly glanced towards the stretcher, and Mo Junrong suddenly felt happy.

Although one of the corpses was extremely tattered, it could be judged from the clothes that it was Lin Zou's bandit Xiexiu.

As long as it's not Lin Zou, his plan can still be implemented smoothly.

Mo Junrong hugged Mo Feng'er's body and continued to cry bitterly. Now he needed a step to vent his emotions on the matter of revenge.

And according to his understanding of Master Ren Zhanfeng, Master hates cowardly people.

In the end, I will definitely motivate myself with words, and those words are the best steps.

Sure enough, after appeasing Wuzhuxiang for a long time, Ren Zhanfeng couldn't hold back his emotions.

He suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Mo Junrong,

You wake me up!

You are not only a demon slayer, but also a talented disciple of our Wenjian sect, with a bright future ahead.

Take out your strong will, what's the use of crying, go and avenge Feng'er.

Do you understand, revenge! "

It's here, it's finally here, Mo Junrong is waiting for Ren Zhanfeng to say this.

His body shook violently, as if he had received a blow from the head, the surface of his body glowed with vigor.

An extremely strong killing intent emerged from the pores of his body, slowly blowing his messy hair.

"Yes, revenge, I should avenge Feng'er."

Mo Junrong muttered to himself, and gently laid Mo Feng'er flat, then stood up and faced Elder Ren Zhanfeng.

"Master, you are right, I can't cry."

He raised his dusty hand and wiped away the tears on his cheeks: "I want to avenge Feng'er, my fiancée, and my woman!"

The muscles on Mo Junrong's face tightened one by one, and his face was distorted and looked extremely ferocious.

There was a fierce and bloodthirsty light in his pupils, like a very hungry jackal.

This kind of momentum and reaction was praised by Ren Zhanfeng, who repeatedly nodded in agreement.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Junrong seemed to have thought of something, and rushed to the suzerain Ren Hua with big strides.

Shouting and clasping fists together, Mo Junrong said: "Mo Junrong hereby begs the suzerain to allow me to lead the demon-slaying righteous team to leave the sect.

To avenge Mo Fenger, to avenge those martyrs who sacrificed their lives! "

Blade Hua didn't answer immediately, it could be seen that he hesitated.

If Mo Junrong is allowed to lead the team away from the sect, then who will be responsible for the affairs of the Demon Execution Hall? The three major sects will always need an agent.

Seeing that the suzerain did not speak, Mo Junrong knelt down on the ground very simply, cupped his fists and said, "Sovereign, please agree to Mo Junrong's request!

If I can't take revenge in this life, I won't be a demon slayer, even if I search all over the world by myself, I still have to find the devil and kill him with my own hands! "

Mo Junrong's hard-working performance finally mobilized the emotions of the audience.

Those disciples of Wenjianzong spoke one after another, begging Yanhua to satisfy Mo Junrong.

And the disciples of other sects of Demon Killing Righteousness also began to talk and persuade, hoping that Wen Jianzong would allow the Demon Killing Envoy to lead everyone to avenge all the sacrificed righteous men.

Ren Hua glanced at the stretcher, Mo Feng'er's corpse was definitely not fake.

Since Mo Junrong wants to avenge the one he loves with all his heart, it is not an option to force him to stay in the Demon Execution Hall, so let him be fulfilled.

Finally, Ren Hua nodded and agreed: "Okay, from today onwards, you are allowed to lead the demon-slaying righteous team to go out to fight.

However, during the period of leaving the sect, the affairs of the Demon Execution Hall must be properly arranged, and if they are unable to do what they want, they can also be handed over to others. "

Hearing this, Mo Junrong was overjoyed, but there was still a sad and indignant expression on his face.

He bent down and kowtowed three times, and said loudly: "Thank you, Sect Master, for your promise!

Mo Junrong has nothing to repay, and he will definitely carry forward the righteousness of killing demons, so that the righteousness and loyalty will spread all over the world! "

After finishing speaking, Mo Junrong kowtowed three more times, then walked slowly to the stretcher, and gently picked up Mo Fenger's body.

Ren Hua sighed, and ordered: "Ren Zhanfeng, Mo Feng'er is your apprentice, so you will arrange the funeral."

Blade Zhanfeng clasped his fists and saluted, expressing that he would remember the suzerain's words.

The crowd on the hillside gradually dispersed, and those practitioners who knew Mo Junrong came over and bowed before leaving, expressing their condolences to Mo Fenger in his arms.

On the same day, Mo Junrong took Mo Feng'er back to the mountain where his master Ren Zhanfeng lived, and set up incense candles there for a simple sacrificial ceremony.

The next day, a modest funeral was held on the mountain.

In addition to the disciples under the name of Ren Zhanfeng, Hong Xiaohuan and the disciple who went to Boundless Tianhe also rushed to participate.

The melodious flute sounded, accompanied by the breeze in the mountains.

The coffin containing Mo Feng'er was slowly buried in the soil, and Mo Junrong stood beside him, tears streaming down his face, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

Handful after handful of soil was covered, and finally a small bag of soil was piled up.

A disciple picked up the bluestone tombstone that he had rushed to make overnight, and stabbed it firmly on the grave.

The other disciples present walked slowly around the grave one after another, planting the flowers and plants in their hands on the soil bag one by one.

As the oldest and most senior person here, Elder Ren Zhanfeng held a pot of clear water and sprinkled it on the flowers and plants on the grave.

The water drops rolled into the soil, and he raised his head and yelled loudly: "Flowers bloom all seasons, vegetation is evergreen, soul returns to heaven and earth, and rests in bliss...

Flowers bloom all seasons, vegetation is evergreen..."

After pouring a pot of water, Elder Ren Zhanfeng put down the copper pot, walked up to Mo Junrong and patted him on the shoulder.

He comforted him: "Death cannot be brought back to life, and there is still the whole cloud sleeve waiting for you to save. You must not give up on killing demons."

Mo Junrong wiped the tears off his face indiscriminately, and nodded vigorously to his master.

The other disciples left one after another, no longer disturbing Mo Junrong, leaving him room to vent his emotions.

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