The more he pondered, the more unpredictable Li Chengkong felt.

This great movement of void involves extremely strange powers, not any power he had ever contacted before.

He was originally full of confidence and felt that he had a great world and had some understanding of spatial changes. Unexpectedly, after he came into contact with the Great Movement of the Void, he realized that the two were not the same power at all.

The cave heaven is useless for the great movement of the void.

The mental method of the Great Transfer of the Void is not complicated, and he thinks it is only the difficulty of the Ziyang Divine Art.

The key is talent.

If you can use this mental method, you can generate power, which means you have talent. If you don’t have power, you have no talent.

If you don’t have talent, you won’t be able to practice it for a long time or even for a lifetime. If you have talent, your mental method will be generated after several cycles of life.

He was limited to the oath of the Grand Master and did not practice. Dugu Shuming practiced Zhoutian for several years, but nothing happened.

Li Chengkong kept analyzing and finding the mystery, he had to let Dugu Shuming practice this.

"What's wrong!" Dugu Shuming suddenly shouted softly.

Four eunuchs sat in four corners of the hall, wearing mourning clothes and white silk, huddling in the corners as motionless as quails.

In addition, Huo Yuting also sat aside and guarded.

Mei Jiang was handling affairs in the mansion and did not come.

The remaining eight concubines also sat aside and guarded them.

The hall was so quiet that the needle could be heard, and the crackling sounds made by the ox candle burning from time to time were particularly clear.

Dugu Shuming woke up the drowsy people with a slight shout, and hurriedly opened his eyes and looked over.

Dugu Shuming's face was slightly dark, and he stared at the white jade coffin.

Everyone was so sad that she saw her that she looked at the white jade coffin.

Huo Tianfeng lay there quietly, his face rosy as if he was sleeping soundly, as if he was about to open his eyes and sit up at any time.

Li Chengkong stood outside the hall: "Your Highness, why is it wrong?"

"He seemed to have moved a little," Dugu Shuming said.

Li Chengkong frowned.

He didn't sense the vitality, so he stepped into the hall and came to the white jade coffin.

"Is the prince resurrected?"

"It's not a corpse, right?"

"Go! Go! Go!"

Li Chengkong turned his head and glanced at everyone, and said lightly: "Shut up."

This low shout was like a thunderous explosion.

Their blood immediately floated and they hurriedly closed their mouths.

Li Chengkong stared at Huo Tianfeng for a moment, pressed the white jade coffin, and finally shook his head: "Your Highness, you are overly worried."

"Yes." Dugu Shuming saw that Li Chengkong was so confident, and felt relieved, feeling that he was dazzled.

Li Chengkong stood directly next to her.

The hall was quiet again.

But people couldn't help but stare at the white jade coffin and stare at Huo Tianfeng to see if it's really moving.

After a while, he suddenly screamed: "Move it!"

A beautiful concubine exclaimed.

Li Chengkong frowned and stared at Huo Tianfeng.

He also clearly saw Huo Tianfeng move.

Compared to the sharp eyes, everyone present was not as good as him. She could see it, how could he not see it?

Huo Tianfeng's mouth twitched once.

But I still have no chance. Did I hide it from myself? Or some other reason?

"Have you lived?" The concubine asked in surprise: "The prince is reluctant to part with us!"

As she spoke, tears fell down her face. In the blink of an eye, the pear blossoms were raining, especially wearing a clean filial piety uniform, which made her look even more charming.

Dugu Shuming looked at Li Chengkong.

Li Chengkong shook his head slowly.

Dugu Shuming breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Chengkong pressed the white jade coffin and penetrated his strength. He looked at Huo Tianfeng's physical condition again. He was indeed decayed and hopeless.

In the middle of the night, Huo Tianfeng's body twitched from time to time, which shocked everyone, but later, he became accustomed to it after more times.

In the early morning of the next day, people came to Zongzheng's mansion.

Zong is Prince Shou Huo Qingfeng.

He has a thin and clear body, three wisps of clear beard under his jaw, and he is floating like an immortal.

Li Chengkong discovered that he turned out to be a great master.

The three great masters of the Tianjing Division were two in the palace, and the last one was the Zongzheng of this Zongzheng Palace.

Huo Qingfeng brought a group of people. After entering the palace, he did his own job and quickly took over the people in the palace responsible for the funeral.

"The Third Uncle!" Huo Yuting stepped forward to greet him, then pulled his sleeve aside, looked at the white jade coffin, and lowered his voice: "The father may not be dead!"

Huo Qingfeng laughed: "Silly child."

Huo Yuting hurriedly said: "I don't know how many times my father moved last night, and it seems that he would wake up at any time. I believe that if he stops for another day, his father will wake up."

"Oh..." Huo Qingfeng shook his head and said, "It's not your father who moves, but the blood jade cicada that helps your father move blood and energy."

Huo Yuting was surprised.

Huo Qingfeng reached out and took out a porcelain bottle, poured out a little green powder, and gently flicked his nails.

The powder suddenly fell on the white jade coffin.

“Buzz…”

A blood-red cicada suddenly emerged from Huo Tianfeng's nostrils, flapped his wings and flew to Huo Qingfeng, flew around him twice, and then drilled into his sleeve.

Everyone's eyes were straight.

Looking at Huo Tianfeng again, his face quickly turned blue, and in the blink of an eye, he was as stiff as a stone, and completely turned into a corpse.

Dugu Shuming breathed a sigh of relief.

Huo Qingfeng glanced at everyone, his eyes swept past Li Chengkong, and he didn't notice Li Chengkong's abnormality.

"This is a blood jade cicada, which can promote blood and energy and nourish the body." Huo Qingfeng said slowly: "It will also cause abnormal movements in the body, but the soul leaves the body and will eventually die. The princess, the time has come, and it is time to be buried."

"Yes." Dugu Shuming nodded lightly.

Suddenly, the huge funeral procession slowly walked in Tianjing.

At the beginning were eight people holding scriptures to guide the way, and six people sprinkled paper money.

Behind was Dugu Shuming holding the tablet, and Huo Yuting dragged the long filial piety stick.

Four strong strong men carried the white jade coffin and walked slowly with the steps of the two.

Behind him was the man in the palace of Prince Xian who was calling out to heaven and earth, and his crying was shocking.

Behind them are ceremonial guards, and all kinds of ceremonial guards are pasted with white cloth.

Finally, the people from various royal palaces and officials from various departments were dragged into a crowd of people stretching for two miles.

The entire Tianjing city caused a sensation.

The guards had cleaned the street in advance, and pedestrians were close to both sides, crowded with people surging like waves from time to time, and the guards struggled to block.

Walking eastward from the Xian Palace, leaving the East City Gate and continuing eastward, everyone stopped when they arrived in front of a towering peak.

Only Dugu Shuming and Huo Yuting walked forward under the guidance of several Taoist priests, and four strong men carried the white jade coffin behind.

Mei Jiang, the eight concubines of the royal palace and the rest of them had no right to enter, but Li Chengkong and Zhang Tianning could go in with him.

Entering a valley and walking two miles into it will be a tall archway with three big words Wolong Mountain written on it.

Continue walking in and slowly arrive at the foot of a mountain.

A white jade step stretched upwards, and Li Chengkong glanced over at one glance. There were more than 5,000 steps, hanging down from the sky like a long white ladder.

He glanced at the four strongmen.

Carrying the white jade coffin to step on more than 5,000 steps is enough for them to bear!

When everyone climbed the more than 5,000 steps, there was a mirror in front of them, but it was a deep pool that could be seen by the light.

The white jade coffin slowly sank into this deep pool and eventually disappeared.
Chapter completed!