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Quiet, deathly still.

Lu Zheng ran all the way, poured two bottles of Qi Replenishing Pill, and then ran to the vicinity of Baiyun Town, but saw that the previous bustle and prosperity had long since disappeared, and the entire town had disappeared inexplicably.

The merchants and pedestrians, shops and buildings in the towns seem to have never existed.

If it weren't for the bloody breath in the air that was hard to ignore, Lu Zheng almost thought he was dreaming.

After a pause, Lu Zheng poured a whole bottle of Qi Replenishing Pill again, and rushed towards the peak where the Reverse Cang Sect was located with all his might.

When I went down the mountain in the morning, it was still harmonious and peaceful, and when I returned to the mountain at dusk, I saw that my eyes were full of blood and cruelty.

The unknown young cultivator, dressed in the costume of an inner disciple of the Reverse Cang Sect, fell to the ground.

Lu Zheng even recognized the little disciple who had a one-sided relationship from it.

Picking up a bloody sword from the side, Lu Zheng hurried to the miscellaneous room.

The number of corpses on the road continued to increase, blood splashed on the ground, and screams and sneers were faintly heard in the distance.

As soon as Lu Zheng pushed open the door of the miscellaneous servant room, the first thing that caught his eye was the dead corpses of the miscellaneous servants in a place, and the deacon Wang who was spitting blood blisters like a bloody man.

Deacon Wang still breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes could not be focused. The first second he heard the movement, he swung the broken sword in his hand. When he saw that it was Lu Zheng, his eyes burst into a bright light.

Lu Zheng thought that he was going to call for help, but he didn't want Deacon Wang to just pounce vigorously, grabbed his robe, and roared hoarsely: "Hurry up...... Let's go!"

Lu Zheng, who has spent more than 20 years in the bloody wind and rain catching ghosts, doesn't know what friendship is. The Heavenly Master is all family heirlooms, and he has never worked alone, life and death, and he does not force it. Being remembered by a dying person like this, Lu Zheng has never experienced it.

subconsciously reached out to support Deacon Wang, but only caught the warm corpse that was out of breath.

Gently putting the person down, Lu Zheng turned around, clenched the long sword in his hand, and jumped into the depths of the sect.

The closer you get to the core of the sect, the more corpses there are on the ground, and as long as they fall, there will be no living mouths. And some of those who were still panting were all surrounded by opponents who were several times their size.

Lu Zheng killed several masked people with a sword, and he was also injured.

The cultivation of a one-star monk is not enough at all. But he was lucky enough to fight all the way to the deepest part of the sect.

There, the corpses of the masked men increased, and the fighting intensified.

A domineering knife came from behind, Lu Zheng tried his best to draw his sword back, but he was swept away by the huge energy, his back hit the beam, and he fainted.

Waking up in severe pain, Lu Zheng thought he was dead, but his skin was stung by the raging fire around him, and he woke up suddenly, got up and looked around, but there was no half of a living person around.

A burnt smell peculiar to human flesh rushed to Lu Zheng's nasal cavity, making him almost nauseous.

At this time, for the first time, he was glad that his Heavenly Master's ability had disappeared, and he couldn't communicate yin and yang, so he couldn't see the miserable white and resentful ghosts emerging from this group of charred corpses.

These fellow brothers and sisters all died in vain.

Lu Zheng's face turned pale, and he guessed in his heart that these people were killed by the treacherous sect because they were looking for revenge.

But he was a little puzzled, the treacherous sect has always been domineering and domineering, and he doesn't care about masking at all.

"Could it be that the rumors are wrong?"

Lu Zheng moved his steps with difficulty, using thinking to divert his perception of pain.

The blow before he fell unconscious broke at least three of his ribs. The impact of severe pain could make him faint again at any time.

He pondered the possibility that the masked man was from the treacherous sect, whether the masked man had left, and whether there were other survivors of the entire Rebel Sect.

Lu Zheng was in a trance, but he saw a second living person in the courtyard of a corner of the sect, a familiar white-bearded old man.

The old man's eyes were scattered, covered in blood, and his legs were twisted and folded, and he had long lost the fairy wind bones that Lu Zheng had when he first saw him.

This man had saved himself from the hands of the treacherous men, but now he was going to die.

Lu Zheng was a little sad, and it took a quarter of an hour to move step by step before he came to the old man sweating, and before he could open his mouth, he lost his strength and sat down.

The old man's life is short, but his mind is still clear. I couldn't take my eyes off the first time I saw Lu Zheng. When Lu Zheng approached, his eyes began to burst with strong brilliance, but in an instant, there was a touch of disbelief and bitter self-deprecation.

The old man's eyes were too complicated, Lu Zheng couldn't understand it, but he saw the ring in his hand.

It was the symbol of the supreme power of the entire anti-cangs, the Ring of the Leader. He had carefully looked at the portrait on his first day of entry.

There is only the symbol of the head of the house on the portrait, but there is no head of the house himself. Therefore, he didn't know that the old man who saved him at the beginning was Duan Qiufeng, the head of the Anti-Cang Sect.

Duan Qiufeng didn't know that the genius who passed by at the beginning actually came to his own sect and became the lowest-level miscellaneous disciple.

He has been recruiting talents and recruiting disciples all his life, and when he died, he finally saw the talents he valued again, but found that the talents were dusty and became miscellaneous servants.

At that moment, Duan Qiufeng was in a complicated mood, and he wanted to say something but was powerless, so he could only stretch out a pair of hands and grab Lu Zheng's wrist tightly, and speak intermittently.

"Child...... Son you ...... What's your name?"

"Head, I'll call Lu Zheng. ”

Lu Zheng's eyes were a little red.

Duan Qiufeng smiled, more blood flowed out, and the hands that held Lu Zheng's wrists were even harder, as if he was pressing his whole body on Lu Zheng.

The previous question had exhausted all of Duan Qiufeng's mental strength, and the next conversation could only be written in mid-air by the little bit of true qi he had left.

"Lu Zheng, since you are already a disciple of my sect, then the old man asks you for something!"

Lu Zheng thought that Duan Qiufeng's last wish was to take revenge, but he didn't expect that his wish was to revive the anti-Cang faction and accept disciples again.

Looking at the crooked nine words in mid-air, Lu Zheng had mixed feelings in his heart. He had already heard that Duan Qiufeng, the head of the Reverse Cang Sect, had average qualifications and average cultivation, but he had great ambitions, and he only wanted to recruit more disciples, so that more people could cultivate their true qi and get rid of birth, old age, sickness and death.

This is a legendary arbitrary idealist, which is incomprehensible and respectful.

Lu Zheng originally didn't believe it, how could there be a person with high power who didn't forget his heart, but now the old man in front of him was dying and only had one wish.

There was a stinging pain on his hand, Lu Zheng looked down, and a wisp of blood flowed out from his fingertips, fused with the blood on Duan Qiufeng's hand, and finally dripped into the pitch-black ring.

The ring slipped from Duan Qiufeng's hand and fell into Lu Zheng's hand.

"The stand-in puppet I conjured up lured the killer down the hill, but it didn't last much longer. You take the ring, and you descend from the secret passage of the back mountain. From now on, you are the head of the anti-cangfaction. ”

In front of him, Duan Qiufeng's last three words appeared, Lu Zheng raised his eyes again, but Duan Qiufeng closed his eyes forever.

Lu Zheng lowered his head, pulled his wrist from Duan Qiufeng's hands, slammed the ground, and didn't get up for a long time.

He has only been in the beginning for a short time, and he has not had time to have feelings with this sect, and even in the entire sect, he only knows Zhang Yunqing, and he is only the first to meet with the head Duan Qiufeng.

But now, looking at Duan Qiufeng, who was silent at all, and the bloody corpses all over the mountains, Lu Zheng felt a wave of anger in his heart.

This was the first place he had come to the Otherworld, where he had wanted to thrive. But now, this place has fallen, and the brothers and sisters who may have feelings for themselves have all died one by one.

I want to remember, but I can't, I want to remember, but I have nothing to remember.

Such a sense of powerlessness made Lu Zheng's eyes sour, and his eyes were flushed with red threads.

There was a faint sound of breaking the air in the distance, Lu Zheng supported it with his sword, quickly got up, and walked to the depths of the back mountain.

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