"Heh!" Yuan Xu rolled his eyes, took a step forward, and disappeared in an instant.
Ji Suzi waved his hand, and the powerful spiritual power carried He Danshan's body and disappeared in the room.
He took a step forward and stood on He Danshan's palace.
"Qishan! Your master has passed away. Please inform your fellow disciples and come to prepare for your master's funeral." Ji Suzi's voice slowly resonated throughout the Wansheng Palace.
In an instant, hundreds of figures rose into the air.
“Master!”
"Master!"
There were constant exclamations.
One hundred and seventy-eight people, one hundred and twenty of them are all Divine Transformation cultivators.
The rest are all cultivators who have reached the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Stage.
They all knelt in front of He Danshan.
Soon, tens of thousands of monks gathered around.
He Danshan is one of the oldest monks in the Wansheng Palace.
In the entire Wansheng Palace, no cultivator above the Spirit Transformation Realm would be unaware of He Danshan.
"How could he die?"
"How long has it been?"
"Could it be because Qin Feng was given too much of his own spiritual energy?"
"Of course he has. I noticed that he has consumed a lot of his lifespan before. Alas!" Long Xiao and his group sighed.
Next to He Danshan's body, there was a burly middle-aged man with his fists clenched.
"Where is Qin Feng?" He turned his head and looked around.
There was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
"No!" one person replied.
"Master has passed away because of him, and he dared not come." Qi Shan stood up, his body bursting with anger.
He took a step forward, and ripples surged across space.
The next moment, he stood in front of Qin Feng.
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