These maids looked panicked and uneasy, and they rushed towards the majestic and majestic hall in the middle.
That main hall is where Gu Qing, the leader of the Xuantian Sect, is located. Whenever anything important happens within the sect, it is reported there.
In the main hall, there were already a group of elders sitting there, their faces downcast and silent.
Gu Qing, who was sitting in the middle position, had an equally gloomy and terrifying expression.
It has been three months since Gu Heng was killed. Although Xuantianmen arrested many monks and killed many people, they were not the real murderers.
Three months have passed, Gu Heng's body is cold, but the real murderer is still at large. This makes Gu Qing feel angry and can't accept it.
Gu Heng was his favorite grandson. He had watched Gu Heng grow up with his own eyes. Moreover, Gu Heng was very similar to him when he was young, which made him care about Gu Heng very much.
Therefore, even though Gu Heng was not the most outstanding person among the younger generation of Xuantian Clan, he still defied all opinions and gave Gu Heng the position of young sect leader.
But now, Gu Heng was actually killed, and he was killed within the sphere of influence of his Xuantian Clan. Moreover, the real murderer who killed Gu Heng was still alive and happy in the world. How could he endure this?
"Heng'er, don't worry, grandpa will definitely avenge you. Grandpa will definitely extract the soul of the person who killed you and refine his soul, and use his muscles, bones, flesh and blood to pay homage to your dead soul."
Gu Qing was calm on the surface, showing no emotion or anger, but he spoke in a low voice in his heart.
During this period of time, he has said such vows countless times in his heart. Perhaps only in this way can he alleviate the anger in his heart.
It's a pity that time passed day by day, and even though Xuantianmen cast his net everywhere, he still couldn't catch the real culprit.
At this moment, Gu Qing suddenly frowned and looked outside the main hall.
He clearly noticed that several maids guarding the soul tablets were running towards this side in a panic.
When Gu Qing noticed this scene, he suddenly felt something in his heart.
He had a bad premonition and his face became even darker.
"Meet the master." Soon, the maids rushed into the hall, knelt down on the ground in a panic, and their delicate bodies began to tremble.
As the maids who guard the soul tablets, their status in Xuantianmen is only one level higher than those of the servants.
Now that the soul card they were guarding was shattered, if the sect master was angered, they would definitely suffer the wrath.
At least, they will be served with whips and big sticks; at worst, they will be killed on the spot.
Therefore, they were all very nervous and frightened. Even before they reported the matter, they were already sweating heavily.
"What's the matter?" Gu Qing glanced at the maids indifferently and asked in a low voice.
"Slave, the soul card that I was guarding is broken." The maids said with trembling voices, but after they said it, their voices were almost inaudible.
"Broken?" Gu Qing murmured, but his expression did not change much. In fact, when he saw these maids running towards him in a panic, he had already made some guesses.
After a moment of silence, Gu Qing asked again, "How many pieces were broken?"
"All, all." The maid's delicate body trembled, and she answered tremblingly again.
Click.
At this moment, the chair under Gu Qing could no longer bear the aura on his body and exploded.
At the same time, the elders below also stood up with greatly changed expressions, with expressions of shock and disbelief.
"What are you talking about? All the soul cards you were guarding were shattered and no one survived?" An elder couldn't help but pointed at the maids and asked in shock.
Each of these maids guards three soul cards, and there are seven more of them. If all the soul cards are broken, it means that there are twenty-one soul cards.
A disciple of the Xuantian Clan was killed.
In the past, the deaths of twenty-one Xuantian Clan disciples would have been nothing, but in this situation, twenty-one Xuantian Clan disciples were killed, which is a bit thought-provoking.
"Yes, yes." The maids quickly replied.
But just as they finished speaking, Gu Qing's expression changed again, and he suddenly looked outside the hall. He saw several more maids running towards this side in a panic.
This time, fifteen maids came.
At this moment, let alone Gu Qing, the leader of the Xuantian Sect, even the elders' expressions changed in an instant.
Is it possible that another forty-five disciples were killed? In this way, their Xuantian Sect had already been killed by sixty-six people in this short period of time.
What happened, or what they encountered outside, or why so many people suddenly died.
Gu Qing didn't waste any time, and swept out his mental power crazily, towards the place where the Xuantian Clan disciples' soul tablets were located.
But soon, his expression completely darkened, and overwhelming anger emerged from his body.
Because under his mental investigation, the soul cards of Xuantianmen disciples were constantly being shattered.
Sometimes, one soul card is shattered, sometimes, several soul cards are shattered at once, and sometimes, a dozen or even dozens of soul cards are shattered at once.
Moreover, these people with broken soul cards all have one thing in common, that is, they are not in Xuantianmen at this time, but are looking for the murderer of Gu Heng.
"ah!!!"
After Gu Qing withdrew his mental power, he couldn't help but roar wildly, "You are so brave. I, Gu Qing, want to see who dares to massacre my Xuantianmen disciples within my Xuantianmen's sphere of influence."
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He roared crazily, slapped out his palm suddenly, and directly hit those who were kneeling on the ground.
The maid who wore the guardian token smashed it into pieces, and then disappeared from the main hall in a flash.
When the elders saw this, they did not hesitate and quickly left the hall in a flash.
In a short period of time, dozens or even hundreds of disciples of Xuantian Sect were killed. This is definitely a big event.
Unless the murderer is eliminated, they will have trouble sleeping and eating.
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Wang Fan and Song Rumei were running around aimlessly, and at the same time, their mental power spread out crazily, searching for and hunting Xuantianmen disciples.
With his cultivation at the peak of the ninth level of the Xuan Realm, those Xuantianmen disciples are no match for him at all. Basically, as long as they are discovered by him, they will have no way of escaping.
At this time, Wang Fan had already killed hundreds of Xuan Tianmen disciples and put all their heads into storage bags.
He showed no mercy or mercy to these people.
Because when he was killing these people, they were either oppressing other monks or killing innocent people indiscriminately. Even if they were not oppressing monks or killing innocent people indiscriminately, there was obvious blood on their bodies, and it was obvious that they had just done such a thing.
Naturally, Wang Fan would not have the slightest sympathy for such people and would kill them one by one.
At first, there were disciples from the Xuantian Sect coming towards Wang Fan one after another, trying to capture Wang Fan.
But with the death of more than a hundred Xuantianmen disciples, gradually, no Xuantianmen disciples dared to take the initiative to look for Wang Fan anymore.
As these Xuantian Sect disciples looked at the corpses of their fellow disciples, a feeling of uneasiness surged into their hearts, and they all became frightened.
They no longer dared to wander around outside, but all chose to retreat and rushed back to Xuantian City.
Wang Fan is so powerful that all the disciples of the Xuantian Clan who are discovered by him, no matter how many there are or how strong they are, will have only one ending, and that is death.
Under such circumstances, naturally no Xuantianmen disciple would dare to stay in this area.
This chapter has been completed!