As the black energy dissipated, the situation in the banquet hall was exposed to the eyes of the cultivators.
The whole place was silent.
The last cloud of black air was like a layer of light gauze, being swept into a palm-sized flask by a strong wind. The person holding the bottle quickly covered it with a jade stopper, held it firmly, and tied it with a spiritual net.
However, no one cared about how the black energy was eliminated. Everyone was stunned by the sight in front of them.
The originally glamorous banquet hall was now in a mess with cups and plates, and the floor was covered with things crushed in a hurry and... people.
Lying on his stomach, lying on his back, there is still blood and scars on his body that have not dissipated.
"Junior Brother Huang!"
"This...who killed our people?"
"He's still alive. Fortunately, he's not seriously injured."
"Wake up, wake up quickly!" "He, he seems not to be breathing..."
…
The place was in chaos, with panic, confusion and madness spreading bit by bit. Some of the people involved were even at a loss and did not realize what was happening for a moment.
Just now they were hiding from the black energy together, why did they die? And to die in this way, stabbing to death, digging out the heart, injuring the vital parts... Every wound is man-made and has nothing to do with black energy.
Apparently someone took advantage of the darkness to attack someone who had held a grudge for a long time, and took advantage of this perfect opportunity to kill him in one fell swoop. After this, they can escape without any evidence.
It's a good idea, but unfortunately, plans often fail to keep up with changes. Even if the arrangement is complete, there may be some minor glitches in the operation.
Failure to implement will leave hidden dangers and traces.
A seriously injured disciple suddenly woke up. He was already very weak and half dead, hanging with only half a breath. But he still forced himself to open his eyes, holding on to his senior brother's sleeves, refusing to pass out. His mouth was half-opened with blood overflowing, as if he wanted to say something.
"Zhaoquan, please don't talk yet. You are hurting your heart and vitality. Please take it easy. If you have anything to say, can you tell me after you wake up?"
"...Senior Brother Sun, I...cough, listen to me first, I'm afraid I won't be able to wake up if I fall asleep...vomit-" The bright red blood was dazzling, and it poured out like a backward flow, which was shocking.
"Say... Just say it..." It could be seen that he was probably really exhausted. Senior Brother Sun was trembling and pinching the other man's shoulders.
"Thank you, senior brother..." A smile appeared on the man's pale, deathly face, and then he half-raised his arm and pointed tremblingly at the crowd. Standing there were his fellow disciples and brothers. The expressions on their faces varied from sad to complicated.
"I remember very clearly. Who gave me my current appearance? Someone stabbed me in the darkness just now. You must be very disappointed that I'm not dead yet..."
Senior Brother Sun cried out: "Zhaoquan, don't talk about it. How can you see it? You calm down first, don't be afraid. I also have the life-saving elixir prepared by the master. You will be as good as ever." Came here."
The man said sadly: "Don't you know what kind of situation I am in? When he pierced my heart with his spiritual sword, he also injected pure fire spiritual power. When he pulled it out, he stirred it inside for fear of I can't die. If it weren't for the water spirit root to blend it, I might have died on the spot. My chances of surviving are too low, so I can't wait for you."
"If you want others to know nothing, you have to do nothing yourself. I know it's you. At the beginning of the black energy erosion, based on your position at the time, the only person who could take action at such a fast speed could be one of you."
Before they could say anything, the disciple smiled miserably and said, "No need to hide anymore, I know it's your Senior Brother Xu." He raised his other hand with difficulty, still holding a small piece of bloody clothing at his fingertips.
The group of disciples moved away unconsciously, revealing the person hiding behind. Sure enough, his hem also happened to be missing a small piece of fabric, and the large and small patterns were just right, even the blood stains could be matched. Caught red-handed.
"...I knew it was you..." There was a strange smile on the corner of the disciple's mouth, mixed with pride and regret, and his half-raised hand slowly dropped. When his breath died, his eyes were still wide open, facing the person who killed him.
This was actually just a small scene. The venue was full of doubts and hysteria, and everyone was going crazy.
The big sect is better. None of them in the front row are in such a situation, at least not the Wuhua sect. So they are all looking at others...
Ningxia never expected that a situation that had nothing to do with them would turn into such a tragic scene of life and death. The external threats to life and death are actually not as powerful as one's own people. Death at the hands of one's own people is probably something these victims would never have imagined before.
This is probably a plot that Lord Showa never expected. Ningxia can clearly see the complex expression of Showa above.
"Look, what is this?!" A horrified voice sounded.
After the civil unrest, someone realized what was happening in other parts of the banquet hall.
There was a sound of panic, and the monks present subconsciously looked in the direction of the spiritual platform, which was the beginning of everything.
"Then... what kind of monster is it?" Ningxia heard the Wuhua Sect disciples murmuring behind the team.
What monster?
Staring at the black filth on the facing platform, it was wrapped in layers of black energy and suspended on one side of the facing platform. There were still strands of black energy swirling and floating, making it difficult to see what was inside.
If that area had not been separated by the protective shield that was spontaneously activated against the spiritual platform, the monks on site would have been panicking for a while.
However, this black energy still brings a lot of bad associations to everyone, and various changes will inevitably occur in the near future, and many monks have already decided to quit. The monks from the small sect near the entrance of the banquet hall are already taking action.
"What's going on?" The monks who moved the fastest hurriedly touched the doorknob, and immediately followed the old path of their classmates. They were rebounded by an inexplicable force and fell to the ground hard. They fell far away, and the sound was loud. Feeling sore.
I don’t know when, the door of the banquet hall has been closed.
Some people still refused to believe in evil and tried again and again. Several monks went up together and even used large-scale attacks, but they were blocked by the unknown force in front of the door.
There were people constantly questioning and doubting, clamoring for explanations from the Huyang faction on the stage.
Ning Xia felt that since the black air spread, all the monks were in a state of confusion. They had a hundred thousand reasons, didn't know anything, couldn't understand anything, and were at a loss.
Also, if you get into troubles for no apparent reason, who can stay calm? What's more, this black energy doesn't seem to be something easy to deal with. All the monks present are worried, especially some knowledgeable ones.
As insiders, Ning Xia and Lin Pingzhen were both staring at the situation on the mourning platform. They know better than others that the highlight is coming——
