1st Update)

Led by the Templars in front of her, she arrived at the former Platinum Bishop Salas's secret room.

It was evident that the corpses on the ground had already been dragged away, and the ground had been cleaned several times, and there was no disgusting smell of blood and corpses in the air.

Looking at the past, the place was fully equipped, the surrounding walls were inlaid with fist-sized black stones, exuding a fluctuation in the air, a huge sign carved on the ground, in the shape of a token, and a long sword descending vertically, pointing right at the entrance of the gate.

Walking into the secret room, Qian Renxue keenly noticed that there was a mirror here, from which the scene in the dungeon was reflected, and the other end of the mirror was simply a copy of this secret room, exactly the same as the layout here.

Obviously, this mirror is a very magical soul guide.

Qian Lingxue stepped forward to take a look, and saw that Yang Ming was sitting cross-legged on the bed boredly, grasping every minute and every second of time to cultivate, and if he could absorb more soul power, he would absorb more points, and he didn't dare to relax in the slightest.

In normal times, if someone snooped on Yang Ming, with his divine sense that had reached the level of the Soul Sect, he would definitely be able to detect it, but because of this mirror soul guide, Yang Ming did not react at all.

"Could it be that Salas's death has something to do with Yang Ming?"

Standing in front of the mirror in a daze and observing for a long time, Qianrenxue's beautiful eyes were thoughtful.

"However, how is this possible, there are three Templars in the dungeon who are constantly monitoring his situation for twelve hours, how can Yang Ming succeed?"

"And if he really killed Salas, how could he continue to stay here in peace?"

Incomprehensible, confused, all kinds of difficult to sort out clues, like a mess, even if Qianyue has always been ice and snow smart, there is no way to understand it for a while.

"Why don't you test it?"

As soon as this idea suddenly appeared in Qianrenxue's mind, it was difficult to get rid of it.

After all, Bishop Platinum is the real power figure in the Wuhun Palace, and Salas also has a heavy burden on his shoulders, and is one of the important executives of the Wuhun Palace's future strategy Heaven Dou Empire, his sudden death is not only a major loss for the Wuhun Palace, but also will affect the upcoming plans of the Wuhun Palace.

And Qianrenxue, who has the highest status in Heaven Dou City, naturally has to take on the task of finding the real murderer of Platinum Bishop Salas.

Otherwise, even if she is the daughter of Pope Bibi Dong, she will be questioned by many parties, and Bibi Dong will punish her, otherwise it will be difficult to convince the public.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through her mind one by one, and in the outside world in less than a few seconds, Qian Ling Xue had already made a decision in her heart, and instructed the Templars guarding the door:

"Take me to the dungeon."

"Yes!"

After the Templars saluted, they took the lead and marched along the spacious corridor, which was decorated with gold on both sides of the corridor and hung with soul guides that emitted a soft light, each of which was not widely used in the folk daily soul guides, each of which was worth more than a dozen gold soul coins, enough for an ordinary family to live comfortably for half of his life, but here it was just an ordinary daily necessities, which showed how strong the capital of the Wuhun Temple was.

"Click, click, click......"

There was a sound of footsteps, and as he walked down the spiraling stone staircase, his gaze not lowering much, and the Templar led Qian Ling Xue to the outside of the dungeon where Yang Ming was being held.

Qianrenxue's beautiful eyes turned, and she saw that the door of the dungeon was locked, and there was a bamboo and rattan chair at the door, and an elderly man was lying on the bamboo and rattan chair with Erlang's legs crossed.

This person, naturally, was ordered by Ning Fengzhi to guard Yang Ming's Sword Douluo Chenxin here.

Yawning slightly, Sword Douluo Chen's heart felt a little sleepy, and said:

"I thought it was time for dinner, but I didn't expect a beautiful female doll to come, why, now that the Martial Spirit Hall has fallen to this point, and actually wants to use beauty tricks to recruit Yang Ming, a peerless genius?"

Sword Douluo Chenxin looked Qian Ling Xue up and down, and found that the soul power fluctuations emanating from her body were not too strong, and while he was slightly relieved in his heart, there was also a hint of ridicule in his tone.

Sword Douluo Chenxin was one of the most senior elders of the Colorful Colored Glass Sect, so he naturally had some trouble dealing with the Martial Spirit Palace.

To his surprise, however, the Templar who was the tour guide reacted a little too much when he finished speaking.

With a "sonorous" sound, the Templar suddenly summoned a sharp sword martial spirit, the sword body was one person high, exuding a sparkling cold light, and at a glance he knew that it was a weapon martial soul with good sharpness.

At this time, the tip of his sword pointed obliquely at the heart of the dust, and a brown-skinned face full of anger, shouted angrily:

"Presumptuous, you dare to talk like this to an adult, even if you are a guest of the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect, I must not turn a blind eye!"

After all, this Templar also had soul king-level fluctuations surging out of his body, and five soul rings appeared on his body in a row, which didn't look like a pretense.

The next moment, a jade arm crossed in front of this Templar, and with a hint of a smile on the corner of Qian Lingxue's mouth, she said:

"Stop! The dusty senior is a dignified and well-known Title Douluo, how can he speak disrespectfully to me, a weak woman? Qianrenxue's beautiful eyes stared at Chenxin's old face, and said, "I said yes, Chenxin's senior?" ”

With Qian Lingxue's block, the Templar's heart was also relieved, after all, let him be a little soul king, even if he was given 10,000 guts, he would not have the courage to make a move against a Titled Douluo, everything just now was just to show Qian Renxue to show his loyalty.

Seeing Qianrenxue's words, he asked the Templar to disperse his martial soul and soul ring, and Sword Douluo Chenxin looked at Qianrenxue deeply.

The Wuhun Hall and the Colorful Glazed Glass Sect are a complex relationship, both cooperation and competition, as one of the high-level leaders of the Colorful Glazed Sect, Sword Douluo Chenxin is naturally familiar with some of the big names in the Martial Soul Palace, and most of them have seen it, but he feels a little embarrassed about the woman in front of him.

Of course, Sword Douluo Chenxin also realized that Qian Lingxue's words just now contained words, and he secretly sarcastically said a few words, but he was thick-skinned and didn't care at all, but said with a smile:

"Look at you girl like this, do you want to go in and see Yang Ming?"

"What if I say no?"