Chapter 463: Unrest in the Night

Outside the Huoming Sect, there is an empty cave.

Five practitioners in black robes sat around a rough stone table, their faces full of dissatisfaction and confusion.

One of the older, burly men frowned. He was known as the "Third Brother" and said at this time, "Let's wait and see."

"It has not been an easy journey for us brothers. Although we are somewhat powerful in the Tianxing Dynasty, no one wants to go further."

"We don't have the inheritance of the Eight Classics, and we don't have the protection of the sect. Once any problem arises, and the Nascent Soul forces are offended, we won't even be able to find a way to survive."

"Over there with the Tianxing Dynasty."

"You have also seen the Master Niu from Niushou Mountain next door. With his fifth-level Jindan cultivation, he offended a Nascent Soul-level sect force and was defeated that night. His body is still hanging in Niushou Mountain."

The five of them are all monks in the Golden Core realm, and they can be regarded as talking heads wherever they go. Only in a war environment like Daxuan, the Golden Core monks will become extremely worthless.

"Having said that, this Huo Ming Sect is really too assertive. There are so many monks in the mountain, but they are not even allowed to enter."

Another thin practitioner said angrily.

"Calm down first."

The man waved his hand.

"We have just arrived, and the situation is still unclear. The Huoming Sect has become famous in a short period of time, and there must be something unique about it."

"We have to be patient and observe to see what the rules here are."

Although this person's words calmed everyone's mood a little.

It's just that the same scene occurs in different gangs, and not all of them can stay calm.

The sky is dark.

Dark clouds cover the sky.

Inside the Huoming Cult.

Lei Ming is still discussing these people's affairs with Duan Wuya and others at this moment.

A subtle smell of blood drifted over.

As a group of people from evil cultivators, it can be said that they are extremely sensitive to the smell of blood.

"wrong."

Lei Ming looked outside the hall, and Duan Wuya and others were immediately alert and stood up one after another with serious expressions.

"There is a smell of blood. Could it be that there is a dispute among the disciples in the sect?"

Duan Wuya guessed, but then he shook his head, "No, the smell is too strong, and it is not like the results of a normal fight."

"I'll go check it out."

After Lei Ming finished speaking, his body swayed, and like a black whirlwind, he quickly rushed out of the Huoming Palace.

Duan Wuya and others followed closely behind. They were also worried about accidents within the sect, especially the new disciples. If something happened, the consequences would be disastrous.

In the night.

The guards of the Huoming Cult also stepped up their patrols, but everything seemed unusually calm until Lei Ming and others arrived at the scene of the incident.

It wasn't until they got close to their destination that they noticed something unusual.

In front of the entrance of Huoming Cult.

Bloody corpses were lying on the ground, obviously having been brutally murdered.

"What's going on?"

Duan Wuya was not only shocked, but also angry.

Although the Huoming Sect has attracted many outsiders, its internal order has always been in order, and such vicious incidents have never happened.

Lei Ming knelt down and examined a corpse carefully, frowning. "These people's bodies were torn apart by an extremely overbearing force."

He raised his head and looked around, "The murderer must not have gone far yet, everyone, be careful."

Just as Lei Ming and others were searching around vigilantly, a scream suddenly sounded in the darkness, and then a vague figure jumped out of the shadows at an extremely fast speed, arriving in front of Lei Ming almost in the blink of an eye.

"court death!"

Lei Ming shouted and took the lead to meet the black shadow.

The two sides clashed instantly, and bursts of fierce collisions erupted in the air.

Lei Ming remained as still as a mountain. He took a deep breath, and the evil power in his body began to circulate. A dark gray corpse energy emerged from his body, forming a defensive shield and surrounding him.

"Thousand Corpse Palm!!"

"Boom~"

After the thunder blow, he raised his hand to gather the energy of thousands of zombies again, and the cultivation of the ninth level of the golden elixir exploded with all its strength.

The power of the Thousand Corpse Palm is astonishing. Each palm shot is like carrying the wails of countless resentful souls, which makes people feel palpitated.

After a brief fight with Lei Ming, the black shadow seemed to feel a little afraid, and swayed, trying to avoid Lei Ming's offensive.

However, Lei Ming will not let his opponent go easily.

He stretched out his figure, catching up with the black shadow like a ghost, and slapped his palms in succession. With each palm slapped, the surrounding air would distort, showing circles of fluctuations visible to the naked eye.

Although the black shadow was fast, it was still difficult to escape from Lei Ming's almost crazy attack.

In a fight, Lei Ming's Thousand Corpse Palm accurately hit the opponent's body. With a muffled sound, the black shadow fell to the ground like a meteorite, stirring up dust in the sky.

At the same time, Duan Wuya and Jiujiu also stepped forward one after another, unfolding the power of two golden elixirs and directly suppressing the black shadow to the ground.

"Who are you? How dare you kill my disciples!"

While speaking, Lei Ming also quickly stepped forward and directly ripped open the man's black clothes.

"hehe."

The man looks ordinary, but his cultivation level is not weak, and he has a seventh-level golden elixir.

Lei Ming glanced at this person and immediately said, "Something's wrong. The person who killed these disciples outside used extremely overbearing techniques. There must be another person who is full of sinister spiritual energy!"

While speaking, a muffled sound spread in the hall used to store resources inside the Fire Nether Sect.

It also quickly attracted everyone's attention.

"Thirty-six sect envoys, listen to the order, quickly block the sect and look for the wrongdoers!"

At the sound of thunder, the thirty-six golden elixir sect envoys of the Fire Nether Sect quickly flew into the air and turned into streams of light.

Under such circumstances.

The entire Fire Nether Sect also moved.

"Boom~"

"Old thing, get out of my way!"

In front of the Fire Nether Sect's library, a muscular man suddenly rushed out. He held a huge axe in his hand, and a strong aura lingered around him. He swung the axe and attacked.

"Black water turns into the sky!!"

"Splash~"

"Towards the sky!!"

"Boom!"

The two of them exchanged magic, and the Crane Headed Old Man was beaten back.

In front of the library.

Crane Headed Old Man's spiritual energy burst out, and he fought the muscular man alone.

He was also disturbed by the unusual movement tonight, and was about to follow Lei Ming, but he suddenly changed his mind and realized that something was wrong, so he turned around and came to the library.

He just caught the thief in the act.

The library of the Fire Nether Sect requires a disciple token, and can only be entered after being checked by Hetou Weng.

The man in front of him obviously did his homework, and he didn't know where he got the token from, and planned to force his way in after unlocking the restriction.