The Tianleimen natal hall houses the natal lanterns of all Tianleimen Jindan or above strong men.
The natal lamp is a trace of the cultivator's own soul and a drop of blood essence, sealed in a small magical lamp using a magical weapon.
Its function is to be able to know the life and death of this cultivator at any time.
If the natal lamp is lit, it means that the practitioner is still alive; if the natal lamp is extinguished, it means that the practitioner has died.
In general, among the larger sect forces, there is a Benmeitang.
Qi San, with the strength of the third level of Foundation Establishment, among forces such as Tianlei Sect, Qi San's qualifications and status are very low, and he does some odd jobs in the sect.
Cleaning the Benmingtang is one of Qi San's daily tasks.
On this day, the leisurely Qi San took a basin of water and a rag and carefully wiped the altar where the natal lanterns were placed.
Qi San, who was humming a tune and wiping the altar, suddenly froze and his hands stopped.
Something seems wrong somewhere?
This was Qi San's first reaction. He quickly turned his head and looked at the place he had just wiped.
There are a total of nine natal lanterns placed in this row of altars. The sixth natal lantern that Qi San is wiping now makes Qi San feel wrong. It is the fifth natal lantern.
There are dozens of such natal lamps in the entire natal hall, and the natal lamps all light up with extremely weak light.
However, Qi San's eyes were staring at this natal lamp at this time, and there was no light in it.
"This, this, this..." Qi San's legs suddenly went weak.
Qi San, who often cleans the natal hall, certainly understands what it means when the natal lamp goes out. It means that the owner of the natal lamp has died.
Anyone who can place the natal lamp here is undoubtedly a big shot for disciples like Qi San.
"Did that elder die?"
Pulling himself together, Qi San almost trembled and muttered to himself.
Carefully walk into the natal lamp, staring closely at the bottom of the natal lamp.
At the bottom of the natal lamp, the name of the owner of the lamp will be recorded.
"Fan Yunlong."
Qi San whispered these three words softly.
"What?
Did Elder Fan Yunlong die?"
Qi San couldn't help but exclaimed.
At this moment, Qi San knew that something big had happened. It would have been okay if an ordinary elder had died, but this Elder Fan Yunlong was the leader of the younger generation in the sect and was one of the candidates for the future head of the sect.
The death of a character is definitely a big deal for the sect.
"It's not good, it's not good."
Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Qi San almost rolled out of the Benmeitang Hall and shouted loudly.
In front of the entrance of the Immortal Burial Valley.
"Judging from the movement just now, the inheritance in this tomb has been obtained by someone. I wonder which little guy will be so lucky to get the inheritance here."
Yan Wenxing, the second elder of Qingqing Valley, said softly.
"Judging from the roar of dragons and phoenixes just now, this inheritance is actually related to the ancient mythical beasts dragons and phoenixes. Of course it is not simple.
It's a pity that we old guys in the Nascent Soul stage have no way to enter, even I am tempted."
Zheng Tiewen, the third elder of Tianlei Sect, said with envy.
"Hahaha, why is Brother Zheng so depressed?
Brother Zheng’s disciple Fan Yunlong is the most recognized person among the younger generation among our major forces. If anyone is passed on, according to my guess, the one who is most likely to be passed on is another high disciple Fan Yunlong."
An old royal man in luxurious clothes said.
"Brother Yan has been praising my disciple. He is the number one among the younger generation. My disciple is just a little too flamboyant. I have told him many times to keep a low profile, but this guy doesn't listen."
Zheng Tiewen said with pride written all over his face.
"young people?
You should be a little arrogant. It's not good to be too low-key. Brother Zheng, don't be humble. I'm very optimistic about this kid Fan Yunlong. He will definitely become the pillar of Tianlei Sect in the future."
Several old friends were all praising their apprentice, which made Zheng Tiewen feel very proud, and his face was already smiling.
However, at this moment, a wave of spiritual power came from beside Zheng Tiewen.
Several Yuanying old monsters are very familiar with this kind of spiritual power fluctuation. This is the spiritual power fluctuation of the transmission note. It seems that someone has transmitted the sound to Zheng Tiewen.
Then he saw Zheng Tiewen's thoughts moving, and a spiritual talisman was already floating in front of Zheng Tiewen.
"Senior brother, the leader has sent word. I wonder if there is anything important?"
After Zheng Tiewen whispered to himself, he set up a sound barrier to prevent others from eavesdropping, and then activated the transmission note in front of him.
"Zheng Tiewen, let me ask you, how did Fan Yunlong fall? What happened? Yunlong's life lamp has been extinguished. You must investigate clearly for me. No matter who killed Yunlong, our Tianlei Sect will make him pay.
The cost of bleeding.”
An angry voice came from the telegraph.
"This, this, how is this possible, Yunlong has fallen?"
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Zheng Tiewen's mouth.
It can be said that Zheng Tiewen devoted his whole life to this disciple. Now that he learned that his disciple was dead, Zheng Tiewen immediately felt dizzy.
At this time, several Yuanying old monsters at the entrance of the valley looked at Zheng Tiewen with curiosity. They didn't know what happened to him. After receiving a transmission note, he was so angry that he vomited blood.
When he looked at Zheng Tiewen, his eyes were blood red, covered with terrifying bloodshot eyes, and his face was terrifyingly gloomy.
"No matter who it is, let me know who killed my beloved disciple. Even if I risk my life, I will cut him into pieces."
Zheng Tiewen roared angrily.
"Fan Yunlong fell?"
At this time, there were still many disciples surrounding Tian Feng, Chu Xiong, and Qian Hao who came out first. When they heard the news, they all looked shocked.
If an ordinary sect elder were to die, no one would be so surprised.
However, the person who died was Fan Yunlong, who was known as the number one person of the younger generation, and there was an uproar around him.
Several Yuanying old monsters all looked shocked at first, but after the brief shock, they all looked gloating.
However, when these old monsters thought that their juniors were still in the tomb, they became nervous one by one. You must know that Fan Yunlong, who is known as the number one person of the younger generation, has fallen into it. His juniors, too
It's very possible that he died inside.
However, at this moment, a white shadow flashed in the tomb, and a graceful figure appeared in front of everyone's sight.
"Wushuang, you're back."
The royal Nascent Soul expert in luxurious clothes breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this graceful figure.
At this moment, a gloomy voice sounded.
"Yan Wushuang, I have a question to ask. If you want to know, please answer me truthfully."
The person who asked was of course Zheng Tiewen, the third elder of Tianlei Sect. At this time, Zheng Tiewen's face was unusually gloomy, and the look he looked at Yan Wushuang was extremely unkind.
Although his apprentice is known as the best of the younger generation, Zheng Tiewen knows in his heart that this proud daughter of the royal family is definitely no worse than his apprentice, and his apprentice's death is probably related to this woman.
In Zheng Tiewen's view, there are definitely not many golden elixir masters who enter the tomb who dare to touch their disciples and have the ability to kill their disciples. Yan Wushuang is one of them.