But the strange thing is that the main hall seems to have some kind of power that can shield the exploration of heaven and earth, completely separating it from the mountains, seas and continents.
At this time, the power of the hurricane had already reached its peak, roaring towards Chu Ming.
Chu Ming stood there calmly, seemingly not paying attention to the opponent's offensive at all.
At this moment, the young swordsman beside him "carelessly" slashed out a sword, but the sword seemed to split the entire sky, and a dark crack appeared.
In addition to being frightened, the martial arts warriors in the hall could sense that there should be an unknown world behind the cracks.
The powerful hurricane entered the crack and disappeared. Almost at the same time, the crack was completely closed, as if everything had never happened.
But the elders of the Black Clothes Sect did not dare to forget, and everyone was so frightened that they broke into a cold sweat.
The strength of both the leader and the young swordsman of Tiangong has exceeded the scope of the warriors of Shanhai Continent.
We are all warriors of the Great Perfection of Martial God, why are you so outstanding!
Although Yan Fei is wearing a mask, he can still feel that he is not very old.
"Young master is so lucky to be a person above eight towns."
Unexpectedly, the first person to praise him was Yu Mao.
"You're welcome. I didn't expect you to know much about Tiangong."
"Maybe no less than you."
The leader in black did not deny it, but said meaningful words.
It might also be a reply to Chu Ming just now.
Although the two have not officially fought against each other, they have already been at odds with each other verbally.
"You are lucky enough to meet a genius above the Eight Towns, but if you think you can defeat this leader, it is tantamount to dreaming."
Yu Mao was very envious of Yan Fei next to Chu Ming, and even acted a little grudge.
"You're so angry when I call you a monster. Are you feeling guilty?"
Chu Ming ignored Yu Mao's provocation, but instead focused on his identity.
"Don't you elders of the Black Sect want to know who he is?"
Chu Ming suddenly turned around and asked the elders in the hall.
Although everyone knows that the person sitting on the high platform is the leader in black.
But it seems that there is another meaning in the young master's words, and the attack the leader launched in anger just now was because the other party called him "monster".
Feeling the puzzled looks of the elders, Yu Mao calmed down. He said with some disdain, "I'll give you a chance to speak, but I want to see what kind of story you, a child with a dirty mouth, can make up?"
Yu Mao also felt the slightly scrutinizing gazes of the elders and simply let his opponents express their opinions generously.
Chu Ming was too lazy to argue with him at this time, because he had more important things to do.
"Are you wondering why every time the Holy Son succeeds and becomes the leader of the cult, he is permanently trapped in this hall?"
"Why can they move freely when they were the Holy Son, but once they become the leader of the Black Clothes Sect, they can only be the same as the previous leader and can never leave this hall?"
In fact, everyone in the Black Sect had already suspected Chu Ming's question, but they were afraid of the majesty of the leader and did not dare to ask questions or investigate.
In fact, the person who is most interested in this topic is Wu Yufei. As the future black-clothed leader, he also really wants to understand the reasons.
Seeing that the success aroused the interest of everyone in the Black Sect, Chu Ming continued, "Aren't you surprised why the previous Holy Son, no matter how poor his qualifications were, could quickly become the strongest warrior in the sect once he became the leader?"
"This is a secret of the Holy Religion, not enough for outsiders to know."
Although Wu Yufei's words were to refute Chu Ming, they also meant to induce the other party to tell the reason.
"You want to say that this is the secret method of the Black Clothes Sect. When each leader reaches the end of his life, he will pass on his lifelong skills to the Holy Son. I am not wrong."
Although Wu Yufei wanted to deny what he said, he said out of nowhere, "How do you know the top secrets of the Holy Religion?"
"We are all warriors. Have you never thought about how it is such a coincidence that there has never been an accident in such a dangerous thing like teaching martial arts for so many years?"
"That's because we need to select warriors who are suitable for teaching martial arts in all aspects to be the Holy Son."
Now that all the secrets had been revealed, Wu Yufei was the first to reveal the importance of the Holy Son.
"Then have you discovered that after the Holy Son inherited the position of leader, not only was he unable to leave the hall, but he also became more and more like the previous leader."
Chu Ming's words completely shocked everyone in the Black Sect, especially Wu Yufei.
Everyone is a smart person and knows the weight of his words.
Surprisingly, the leader in black didn't make any excuses. He just sat there and listened quietly to the conversation between the two parties, just like an outsider.
"You've thought about it too, right? You just don't dare to face it."
Chu Ming first spoke to Wu Yufei. His words made the latter move away from the black-clothed leader in fear, as if he was like a giant beast from the wild.
"That's right, the inheritance of the black-clothed leader is not about sacrifice but devouring."
Although many people had already guessed the result, they still felt horrified when they heard Chu Ming express the conclusion himself.
It is true that the Black Clothes Sect is evil, but the method of relying on swallowing the Holy Son to complete the inheritance is still beyond their understanding.
"It seems that Feng Kuan has really discovered the secret."
Although Yu Mao named an irrelevant name, he indirectly acknowledged Chu Ming's statement.
"Who is Feng Kuan?"
Wu Yufei asked this question out of desperation.
No wonder he was so out of sorts.
It turns out that the master's so-called favor and the biological father's plan were all to deceive him into becoming the object to be devoured.
Not only is he an out-and-out chess piece, he is also a "waste chess piece".
"The seventh elder of the twenty-first generation of the Holy Religion is proficient in the art of Feng Shui. The Holy Religion's mission to find his remains is still hanging in the mission hall and has not been cancelled."
The person who answered him was naturally Shi Zhixuan. Only the Great Elder of the Black Clothes Sect now knew about many dusty past events.
"It seems that Feng Kuan did find some clues, so he apostatized and fled."
Yu Mao admitted it without hesitation.
The black-clothed sect elders in the main hall all looked very embarrassed. You must know that they are the 26th and 27th generation elders.
The twenty-first generation elders are real ancestors, and their leader seems to have existed since that era, and may be even older.
Now not only is the Holy Son afraid to stay away from Yu Mao, but even the elders of the Black Clothes Sect are moving collectively. In comparison, they feel that everyone in the Tiangong does not seem so scary.
The most pitiable thing was the disciple who came to report the news. He originally thought that hiding in the corner behind the leader would be the safest place.
But after listening to the conversation, he began to tremble like chaff and huddled tightly, like a frightened quail.
Naturally, his actions could not be hidden from Yu Mao. He waved his hand behind him and the disciple's body exploded, turning into blood all over the sky.
But the strange thing is that these blood drops were arranged neatly in the air, and then attacked Chu Ming like lightning.
But when these blood drops were still three meters away from Chu Ming, they fell one after another as if they hit an invisible wall of air.
Yu Mao waved his right hand lightly, and the blood drops gathered behind him seemed to be spiritual, attacking Chu Ming from different angles from up, down, left, and right.
At this moment, the old monk on Chu Ming's left flicked his fingers, and unknown flowers began to bloom in the sky.
When the flowers rotated at high speed, the petals shot out at the same time, accurately shooting down every blood droplet attacking Chu Ming.
But Chu Ming himself was still standing there leisurely, shaking his folding fan calmly.
"Another talented warrior above eight towns?"
Yu Mao showed rare dignity.
"As the leader of an overlord-level force, your capabilities are really small, and you like to engage in sneak attacks. This shows your poor character."
Naturally, Chu Ming couldn't help but ridicule the black-clothed leader's behavior.
Yu Mao originally wanted to test Chu Ming's strength, but unexpectedly he attracted two talented warriors around him.
You must know that in the first generation of Heavenly Palace, not only were "Xiji" and "Xiyu" completely vacant, but even the "Eight Towns" were pitifully few.
But today's Tiangong has only been around for a few years, and there are so many talented warriors.
And he knew that the young master was not just an embroidered pillow. His powerful strength had long been well-known in the mainland.
Tiangong's strength was still beyond his imagination.
After Yu Mao stabilized his mind, he said calmly, "The Black Clothes Sect itself is an evil way. Although the leader's method of inheritance is a bit cruel, so what? We are not just people to begin with!"
"Don't think that getting some information from the traitors can shake the Holy Cult's military morale."
Although his words were high-sounding, the elders of the Black Clothes Sect could not accept him for a while.
Even the fifth elder has begun to figure out which generation of ancestor the leader should be.
"You don't have to force yourself. What I know is far beyond your imagination."
"Ha ha ha ha······"
Yu Mao's disdainful laughter sounded in the hall.
"A kid with a dirty mouth actually dares to talk so brazenly here that he really thinks he is an omnipotent prophet."
"Like who are you?"
Before the leader in black could finish speaking, Chu Ming interrupted him and brought up a topic that interested everyone.
The fifth elders, who were still calculating silently in their hearts, could not help but look expectantly at this moment.
Even Yu Mao had a look of uncertainty in his eyes. He didn't believe that Chu Ming knew his true identity.
At this time, Chu Ming behaved like a teacher teaching, while the elders of the Black Clothes Sect became students hungry for the truth.
"When did the black-clothed leader become unable to move freely?"
Chu Ming raised the first question to these "special" students.
After a period of silence, Yu Chen replied unconfidently, "It should be after the battle to annihilate the Tiangong, the leader's hidden illness relapsed and he went crazy. After that, the leader never left the hall again..."
