Halfway up the mountain, Yang Yaoqin felt something was wrong.
The Ming Cult claims to have millions of followers, but not a single person was seen along the way.
It is said that festive red lanterns are hung on both sides of the mountain path. No matter what, there must be disciples of Zhike guarding the mountain path to receive guests who come up the mountain.
"Qingyun, what's wrong with the Ming Cult? You don't even see any of its disciples?"
"Let's go to Guangmingding Hall and have a look. If there's no one in the hall, something must have happened."
Both of them were great masters, and after speeding up their pace, they reached the top of the mountain in the blink of an eye.
The western part of Guangmingding Hall Square is decorated with festive red silk and lanterns.
The open space in the middle was filled with the Eight Immortals table, and all kinds of wine and food were scattered on the ground, but no one was seen.
The sun shines through the clouds on the square, reflecting a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.
Lu Qingyun looked around the Western Zhou Dynasty, and couldn't help but have a suspicion in his heart: Could it be that Zhang Wuji was aware of their whereabouts and couldn't face them and end it hastily?
Yang Yaoqin frowned slightly, "Something's wrong. Did something happen?"
The two looked at each other, both filled with questions and worries.
They hurried towards the main hall, hoping to find some clues.
The door of the hall was open, and there was no one inside. Only a faint light came from the hall.
Lu Qingyun and Yang Yaoqin walked in cautiously, feeling uneasy in their hearts.
The atmosphere in the hall was extremely solemn, as if there was an invisible pressure covering the entire space.
The two walked to the center of the hall and saw a huge Eight Immortals table filled with various delicacies, exuding an alluring aroma.
But to their surprise, the food on the table was cold.
"How is this going?"
Lu Qingyun frowned and told him for the first time that something must have happened here.
Carefully observing the marks on the food, it was obvious that there were signs of turning.
At this moment, a faint sound reached their ears.
The two immediately walked alertly towards the direction of the sound.
When I came to a corner of the hall, I found a figure lying on the ground.
The man was wearing a black robe, which was covered in blood, and he had obviously suffered a serious blow.
Lu Qingyun walked over and turned the man over. He couldn't help but be shocked to see that it was Wei Yixiao, the Green-winged Bat King.
He quickly lifted his body up, put his palms on his back, and slowly injected Nine Yang Qi into his body.
"King Wei Bat, what's wrong with you? What happened at Guangmingding?"
Wei Yixiao opened his eyes with difficulty and said with all his strength: "We were too careless. We didn't expect that someone would take advantage of Leader Zhang's wedding to attack our Ming Cult."
Lu Qingyun and Yang Yaoqin looked at each other and increased the output of Jiuyang Zhenqi, "Who did it?"
"It's the Beggar Gang! They secretly went up the mountain while we were holding a banquet and poisoned everyone with Shixiang Ruanjin Powder." After Wei Yixiao took a few breaths, he suddenly said hurriedly: "Hurry, go to the forbidden area to rescue Leader Zhang and Yang Zuoshi are being hunted by men in black."
"Qin'er, you take care of King Wei Bat here, and I'll go rescue Brother Wuji."
Lu Qingyun tapped the ground with his toes and flew towards Yang Buhui's boudoir.
The door to Yang Buhui's boudoir was open, and the bodies of five members of the Ming sect lay on the ground beside the door.
Lu Qingyun sniffed each one and confirmed that they were dead, then entered the room with a sigh.
He jumped on the big bed and turned on the mechanism. After the flap opened, he got in.
Lu Qingyun walked through a secret passage once and groped forward relying on the remaining memories in his mind.
Arriving at the secret room in the center of the forbidden area, traces of fighting were everywhere in the Western Zhou Dynasty. The huge stone pillars were broken into several pieces and lay messily on the ground of the secret room.
Two withered corpses in front of the white marble stone platform caught Lu Qingyun's attention.
He strode over and looked carefully, feeling a surge in his heart!
Zhang Wuji and Yang Xiao!
This is obviously someone who died after being sucked dry of his inner energy!
Lu Qingyun stood up and frowned tightly. As far as he knew, apart from the Beiming Divine Technique, the only technique he knew that could absorb other people's inner energy was Ren Wo Xing's Star Absorbing Technique.
Even if Ren Woxing were alive, it would be impossible for him to withstand the combined efforts of Zhang Wuji and Yang Xiao.
Who are the men in black who are chasing Zhang Wuji and Yang Xiao?
Why did the Beggar Gang sneak attack on Mingjiao?
Lu Qingyun searched the forbidden area and returned to Guangmingding Hall after confirming that there was no one in the forbidden area.
"Master Lu, how are Master Zhang and Yang Zuoshi doing?"
After Wei Yixiao exercised his energy for a while, his energy improved significantly.
Lu Qingyun sighed, "They were all killed."
"Beggars!" Wei Yixiao's face was ferocious, his eyes were bloodshot, and he grabbed Lu Qingyun's arm with trembling hands, "Master Lu, please avenge the Ming Cult brothers."
"You still want to take revenge, so stop dreaming!"
A burst of chaotic footsteps sounded outside Guangmingding Hall.
Hundreds of Beggar Clan disciples have blocked the door of Guangmingding Hall, forming a thick human wall.
They were all wearing shabby clothes, holding thin bamboo poles of different lengths in their hands, and exuding a ferocious aura.
Lu Qingyun held the sword in his hand tightly and frowned slightly.
The Beggar Gang is the largest gang in the world. They are famous for their chivalry and righteousness, but at the same time they are also extremely xenophobic.
Looking at the Beggar Clan disciples around him, Lu Qingyun's cold eyes flashed with murderous intent.
"Tell me who the murderer is who killed my senior brother Wuji, and I will spare your life."
When the Beggar Clan disciples in the square heard this, they all laughed.
The title of the biggest devil in the world is nothing in the eyes of their Beggar Clan disciples!
There are hundreds of thousands of disciples of the Beggar Clan, and one spittle can drown them all.
A tall Beggar Clan disciple came out with a mocking smile on his face and said coldly: "Lu Qingyun, if you dare to wade into the muddy waters of the Mingjiao, don't even think about leaving alive today!"
Lu Qingyun looked at the other party calmly and said calmly: "There are many people who want Lu's head, but none of them can succeed."
"Shameless talk!"
The Beggar Clan disciple sneered and waved for others to come forward.
Hundreds of Beggar Clan disciples poured into the main hall and surrounded the three of Lu Qingyun.
"It's a coincidence, it's a wonderful time. I'm here when my aunt is having dinner. My uncle and aunt are kind-hearted and extend their hands to help. They don't have enough to eat or wear warm clothes. The children cry and the wife shouts. It's a hard life. It's really pitiful..."
The thin bamboo poles in the hands of the Beggar Clan disciples kept poking the ground while they sang loudly.
"Qin'er, be careful, this is the Beggar Clan's Lotus Fall!" Lu Qingyun said in a low voice.
"Don't worry Qingyun, this 'Lotus Fall' can't hurt me yet!"
"Okay, then I will know how to use this beggar's formation!"
Lu Qingyun's figure flashed and rushed into the Beggar Clan disciples. His palms flew up and down, and dozens of Beggar Clan disciples were knocked away.
Then the seventh generation disciple of the Beggar Clan saw this and shouted: "Disperse!"
Everyone obeyed the order and the encirclement retreated ten feet outward.
The thin bamboo pole struck the ground faster and faster, and the circle began to spin rapidly around Lu Qingyun and the others.
