Chapter 85: The Changshan Bloody Case (1)
"Fang Yun, you go to the sect for help, I entrust my life to you. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ο½iqugeγ info" Qian Yong said to the disciple in front of him with a heavy heart.
"Senior Brother Qian, you should go back and ask for help, your cultivation is the highest here!" A Heavenly Sword disciple dressed in green clothes, with an eager look on his face, waved his hand again and again to dissuade him.
"Fang Yun, we all know that your speed is the fastest here, this matter can't be delayed any longer, you have to go back quickly, whether we can live or not depends on you." Qian Yong said solemnly in a commanding tone. A group of disciples beside him also nodded in agreement.
Seeing that Qian Yong had already made up his mind to let himself go back for help, the disciple named Fang Yun no longer shirked, bowed his hand and said, "As long as I have a breath of air, I will definitely notify the sect to rescue everyone, everyone must hold on!" β
Qian Yong saw that he agreed, and he was also relieved in his heart, secretly happy, he didn't expect to take away this disciple whose cultivation was only for himself so smoothly, and as soon as he left, he would have full confidence in killing all the remaining people, and then said: "Without further ado, Senior Brother Fang, you set off as soon as possible, this Changshan County has been too unquiet recently, in case there is a change, you can set off now, with your speed, it will only take five days to reach the sect, you must hand over this thing to the ancestor as soon as possible, and ask the ancestor to decide." After speaking, he took out a bloody arm from the storage bag on his waist, the arm was as black as iron, and the flesh and blood on the arm seemed to be rotten for many years, but the strange thing was that the rotten flesh and blood was as solid as a rock, and ordinary flying swords could not hurt at all, the most frightening thing was the sharp nails of the fingertips, long and pitch black, and the sharpness was no worse than that of ordinary long swords, several disciples died under such claws, and this claw also had a very vicious corpse poison, and ordinary disciples could not resist it at all.
Fang Yun took the bloody arm, put it in the storage bag, looked at the sun that was about to go down, sighed, and said, "Take care of your fellow disciples, I will definitely come back as soon as possible." After speaking, he picked up a fairy sword, crossed it in front of him, and set up a long rainbow and rushed away.
Qian Yong looked at the sunset that was about to set, and he was also irritable in his heart, he was finally going to get rid of such a day, and he woke up sweating profusely every night, thinking of the headless corpse in the dream, and he was extremely frightened. Looking at the disciples around him, the faces full of hope, his heart suddenly couldn't bear it, but when he thought of the person from the Ghost Sect he met a few days ago, and thought of what he said, he suddenly made up his mind, "Since I can't die, then let you die, don't do it, kill it." β
Qian Yong turned his gaze to the Eastern Jungle and asked the disciples beside him, "Has Zhang Jie come back?" β
An older disciple replied, "Senior brother, he hasn't come back yet!" Senior brother, I don't know if I should say it or not? β
"Let's say, we are all brothers in the same sect, there is nothing that can't be said, I just cultivate better than you." Qian Yong said very politely.
"Since Senior Brother said so, then I said, Changshan has not been peaceful recently, and everyone is in danger, I don't think Gu Yueyi and Wujimen will be willing to help us." The disciple with the qualifications of the veteran said with a serious face.
Qian Yong looked at the disciple who spoke, and also took a deep breath and said, "Whether they want to or not, we still have to ask for it, maybe they will be willing to help us?" β
Suddenly, a flying rainbow in the dense forest in front of him flew crookedly towards the mine, and the person in the flying rainbow seemed to be about to fall down at any time, Qian Yong fixed his eyes and saw that it was Zhang Jie who was sent out to ask for help, and then flew forward, catching the person in the flying rainbow, and his heart was suddenly overjoyed, he must have encountered the attack of the man in black, that is, he did not get help, and then pretended to be frightened and said: "How can he be covered in blood?" β
The surrounding group of disciples looked at each other, and the slightly more qualified disciple looked at Zhang Jie's injuries and said, "He only has one breath left." He then shook his head and announced the death sentence of the disciple named Zhang Jie.
The disciples looked at a black palm print on his chest, which was emitting a trace of black smoke, a foul smell continued to emit out, and their hearts were also infinitely frightened, his injuries were very similar to those of the disciples who died a few days ago, could it be that he also met those people in black?
I only heard that Zhang Jie's face was painful, and his mouth trembled and said: "There is an enemy attack, γγγγγγ quickly Fast... Defend..... Before he finished speaking, the pupils in those round eyes had dissipated, and the person was dead.
Just when Qian Yong just put down Zhang Jie, there was a sound in the dense forest in front of him, and five people in black came out of the dense forest, and the person standing in the middle even had his face covered by black clothes, and the other four people had a dead face, without a trace of expression, and their cold eyes were as cold as hell, as if they were announcing the death sentence of the Heavenly Sword disciple in front of them.
Qian Yong looked at the person who came, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, it was really time for the ghost sect to come, and then he said: "Senior disciples, now is the time to serve the sect." We must guard the wealth of the sect and not let this group of robbers take it away. β
More than a dozen disciples around him echoed and shouted: "Swear to defend the Zongmen mine, the mine is in the people, and the mine is dead!" β
The five people in front of them have already killed several of their peers these days, and the disciples of the Heavenly Sword are also enemies, and they are very red when they see each other, and they sacrifice their swords, and they rush towards those people, but they still underestimate the strength of those few black-clothed people, how can a group of disciples in the Qi refining period be the opponents of those five foundation-building, slaughtering one after another, seeing the same disciples in front of him fall one after another, Qian Yong also had to make a move, swinging his sword and rushing towards the man in blackγγγγγγ
Fang Yun hadn't gone far yet, he heard the fierce fighting, and then turned back, even if the same sect was slaughtered, he had to know who was attacking his sect these days, not far from the mine, behind a towering tree, looking at the five killing figures, Fang Yun's heart was constantly dripping blood, except for the appearance of the masked man in black who did not remember, he had already recorded the appearance of the remaining four people, and then rushed to the Heavenly Sword Sect.
At the moment when Fang Yun left extremely quickly, a huge palm fell from the sky and slapped behind him, and then a mouthful of black blood spat out, Fang Yun immediately sped up and disappeared into the sky in a blink of an eye.
Looking at the figure that was leaving quickly, a beautiful and tall woman standing in the depths of the dense forest slowly withdrew the jade Qianqian hand that had just stretched out, and turned around and disappeared into a dense forest with towering trees!
Fang Yun received a slap in the back, LeTV obviously didn't want to kill him immediately, but mixed the poison in the palm of his hand, letting the poison slowly penetrate his whole body, thinking about the disciples who were being slaughtered, Fang Yun felt a pain in his heart: "Those are all disciples who have shared weal and butter with me for many years, I can't let them die in vain, I want to tell the ancestor and let the ancestor avenge them." Immediately, regardless of the injury, he forcibly used the spiritual power in his body, and frantically urged the fairy sword under his feet to fly towards the sect.
With the passage of time, the high mountain gate gradually appeared in front of him, Fang Yun tried his best to open his eyes that were about to be closed at any time, supported his body, and flew towards the mountain gate of the Heavenly Sword Sect with a flying sword.
After a long time, hearing the fierce quarrel in his ears, Fang Yun slowly opened his eyes, and saw that it was the yellow light of the head in front of him, and he tried hard to raise his hand, wanting to support his body to meet the head of the house.
Huang Guang saw him wake up, immediately squatted down, injected the strong spiritual power in his hand into Fang Yun's body, and helped him breathe a strong breath, Huang Guang asked eagerly: "Fang Yun, didn't you let you guard the mine in Changshan?" Why did you come back with a serious injury? β
Fang Yun reluctantly arched his hand and said, "Boss, Changshan is in danger, go to the rescue quickly." β
"Tell me what's going on, why is there poison in your body, and how is Changshan doing now?" Huang Guang looked anxious, eager to know what was wrong with Changshan immediately, you must know that Changshan's mine is the largest spirit stone mine in the Heavenly Sword Sect, and once an accident occurs, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Fang Yun raised his weak arm, patted it on the storage bag on his waist, took out the severed arm that Qian Yong handed over to him, and handed it to Huang Guang, a faint voice sounded in Huang Guang's ears: "It's a group of people in black, I only saw the faces of four of them, and one of them was wrapped in black clothes I can't see clearly, the appearance of those four people has been recorded in the jade slip, please forgive the disciple for not guarding the mine." After speaking, he took out a piece of jade and handed it to Huang Guang, slowly lowered his head and stopped looking at Huang Guang.
Huang Guang injected spiritual power into the jade slip, and suddenly four human faces appeared in the main hall, looking at the dead man's silent face, Huang Guang's face quickly turned cold, like a thousand years of cold ice, freezing the air around him, casually withdrawing his spiritual power, looking down at Fang Yun and asking, "Are there any other clues?" β
After waiting for a long time, he didn't see Fang Yun reply, and then injected that powerful spiritual power into his body, but Fang Yun had already run out of oil, and he had already held on to the present in one breath, and when everyone was watching the four images, he had already gone.
Huang Guang helped him tidy up his clothes, and said in a heavy tone: "Shangguan, bury him well, if he has any relatives, he must also be arranged, all those who can cultivate immortals will be accepted by you as apprentices, and those who cannot cultivate immortals will ensure that he is rich and prosperous for a lifetime." β
Shangguan Feiyun's face was also heavy: "Yes, master." He immediately called the disciples outside the main hall and carried Fang Yun away.
Huang Guang said in a deep voice: "What do you think? β
Dan Chenzi was the first to speak: "Master, I see that the broken arm in your hand looks like a ghost corpse cultivated by the people of the Ghost Sect a hundred years ago, could it be that this Ghost Sect is so bold that it dares to slaughter my righteous path disciples in broad daylight?" β
"I think so, I see that the faces of the four people just now are obviously the looks of dead people, indifferent and ruthless." Murong Hu also said in a deep voice.