Demon Resurrection: Signing in Zanpakuto at the Start

Chapter 355 Weird

The five snowflake runes in the pupils slowly turned.

This is one of his achievements in the past half a month. Not only has he stabilized his cultivation, but the Ice Soul Spirit Eye is not far from the realm of six runes.

It took him nearly fifty minutes to download and install.

But these time, he did not waste a little bit, and he needed to wait for him to spend it in visualization.

"Captcha registration...ID named..."

Apart from the fact that the verification code needs to be dynamically obtained online, the ID naming did not take him much time.

He chose a name at random, and it was called Minghuang.

It means the god of underworld and the phoenix.

He took it at will, but he didn't care how meaningful it was.

After the registration is completed, the page jumps several times and arrives at a forum-like interface.

This is the China Cultivator Forum.

at the same time.

In Lynn's next room.

My sister Yanran has already taken a shower and is blowing her wet long hair with a hairdryer.

"La... la la"

He opened her pink laptop while humming a cheerful melody.

After blowing it for a while, the long hair was almost dry, and the computer entered the desktop.

She cheered.

Lying on the head of the bed, he played on the computer.

At this time, she was wearing a simple pale red lace-trimmed pajamas, revealing her snow-white skin, her delicate chin was supported by a pair of lotus-shaped arms, and her little water-stained feet were dangling in the air.

After bathing, the girl's unique body fragrance and a touch of milk fragrance.

This is the image of a young and beautiful girl.

"Today is the twenty-third day after Xuanjiu's death, so let's light twenty-three candles to mourn."

The younger sister Yanran thought about it and logged in to the China Cultivator Forum.

The candles here are not to be lit in reality, but to publish candle patterns in the forum.

It is usually used to commemorate someone.

She regards Xuan Jiu as an idol, and whenever she has time, she will come to the forum and send a commemorative post to Xuan Jiu.

This is not her activity alone, there are many practitioners participating in China, and every night when you log in, you can see many people's mourning posts for Xuan Jiu.

And the moderators don't prevent this kind of behavior, it's pulling them under a topic.

And this thread already has hundreds of thousands of replies.

As soon as I logged in to my account, my sister Yanran immediately posted a message.

"Does any of you have an invitation to Xuanjiu's funeral? Can you give me a copy, I want to participate too."

After writing this title, I also sent a few pitiful expressions at the back.

Then, under the theme of mourning Xuanjiu, twenty-three candles were posted.

And when Lynn logged into the forum, the first thing he saw was this post.

"What is this all about!"

Lynn was rather speechless, only feeling a little weird when he heard from others that a funeral was going to be held for him.

But the oddity turns to the grotesque when looking at someone asking for a funeral invitation in person.

Especially when the master is sitting upright in front of the computer.

"I'm not dead at all."

Lynn thought for a while and decided to try to refute the rumor.

He spoke under this post called Yu.

Minghuang: "Xuanjiu may not be dead, right now, it's not good for you to rush to attend the funeral now."

After entering this line of words, Lynn refreshed it and found that this was the sixth floor.

It didn't take long for the seventh, eighth... tenth floor.

The ID on the seventh floor is called Mo to speak: "It is possible that what was said upstairs."

The north wind flutters on the eighth floor: "Agree upstairs."

Chu Qingqing on the ninth floor: "Xuanjiu is in the core area of ​​the three cloud bombs, the explosion, the temperature is as high as several thousand degrees Celsius, and even the steel will melt.

The impact force shook the sea water to a height of 100 meters, and the steel building was instantly destroyed, how could a flesh and blood body survive."

Qian Hanshuang on the tenth floor: "On the sixth floor, as you said, if Xuan Jiu hadn't died, then why won't you see any news about Xuan Jiu for such a long time, don't be grandstanding here."

The convincing explanations on the ninth and tenth floors made the people who entered to watch next all fall to their side.

Except for a few people who may agree with Lynn's point of view, most of them accuse Lynn of being grandstanding, stupid, and that his brain is in urgent need of treatment, etc.

This makes Lynn feel extremely weird, he is clearly here, but everyone thinks he is dead.

He turned to the last page.

It was found that in a short period of time, there have been hundreds of buildings.

"If Xuanjiu doesn't die, I'll be single and never marry."

"Me too, I live broadcast to the scorpion's nest of the Gu poison sect to take a bath."

......

Lynn found that the further back, the more strange the oaths these warriors made. Snakes, scorpions and centipedes are all pediatrics.

Compared with what he remembered, normal people said that the live broadcast * third gear electric fan, the brain holes and ideas of these warriors simply broke through the sky.

"If I really went to the funeral as Xuanjiu, I don't know how they would feel."

He thought with some wickedness, but it was just his random thoughts.

He doesn't plan to put on Xuanjiu's vest for the time being.

Ignoring the taunts of others, Lynn flipped through the other sections, looking for the information he needed.

"The core of the Chen family was on the way to escape, and encountered a strong man who shot and destroyed it. This strong man used the power of freezing, which is suspected to be related to the Xuanjiu sect or relatives."

This message quickly caught Lynn's attention, he clicked in and looked at it, but not many people responded.

According to the information disclosed, the person who only knew how to do it was a silver-haired woman with a cold air all over her body. She had an ethereal temperament, and the ground froze hundreds of meters when she made a move. The Heavenly Master of the Realm.

"Silver hair, and the ability to release cold air?"

Lynn thought for a while, as if he didn't know such a woman in his memory.

With this question in mind, he carefully read through other posts with various news in the cultivation world.

"Discover Xuanjiu's relatives and family members!"

Lynn clicked in and took a look, and it was introduced that at Xuanyuan headquarters, she came into contact with a woman who claimed to be Xuanjiu's relative, her name was Yan Xinyu, and she would attend Xuanjiu's funeral in the name of her family.

"Yan Xinyu! Wait, this little girl..."

He searched around on the forum, and sure enough, he found a photo with a blurry image of Yan Xinyu.

The photo was taken in an auditorium, the picture is a little blurry, and the distance is far away, but I can still roughly see a few high-level officials, who warmly received a silver-haired woman.

"Silver hair, then that cold air is... an ice spirit disc."

The clues are linked together, allowing Lynn to roughly guess what happened.

"This little girl must have approached one of my enemies, the Chen family, to avenge me after hearing about my death, but this move also caught Xuanyuan's attention...