"Fifth Elder...?"
Sang Mo looked at He Leng in front of him, looking at He Leng hurriedly running out of the Jingsi Cliff, looking at the embarrassed He Leng with blood all over his body, and felt a little suspicious.
"Hurry...go..." He Leng used all his strength, and a dull voice suddenly broke through the constraints of his throat, exploding instantly like a burst balloon.
That sound made Sang Mo completely stunned on the spot.
Through the sound, Sang Mo heard He Leng's struggle, his dying struggle, struggling on the edge of death.
Behind He Leng, chasing after him were the twelve main attendants of Shenghui. Within Shenghui, their status was second only to the elders.
"What happened?" Sang Mo already knew in his mind that the attacks launched by the twelve master servants were almost fatal, and each attack would kill He Leng.
"Run quickly, Yin Xian has rebelled..."
He Leng roared loudly, his voice was hoarse, blood spurted out with the sound, and a dazzling bloody epiphyllum bloomed in front of He Leng.
A golden figure flashed past, and a golden lightning appeared in front of He Leng.
"Dang~!"
The golden light spread out, and behind He Leng, a golden barrier blocked all attacks. Sang Mo held a long sword in his hand and stood behind He Leng.
"What happened?"
Sang Mo suddenly felt an ominous premonition in his heart, a feeling of extreme uneasiness. On the Jingsi Cliff, Yin Xian had rebelled. What that meant, Sang Mo knew better than anyone else...
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"Master~!" Hong Lang stood behind Yin Xian, lowered his head, and carried a broad sword wrapped tightly with a bandage behind his back.
"Hong Lang, go and kill Sang Mo. Then you can replace the future son of Shenghui and become the heir to the future great elder of Shenghui." Yin Xian showed a proud smile on his lips. His apprentice would eventually replace Sang Mo.
"But..." Hong Lang was hesitant and looked at Sang Yan, who had fallen to the ground and was almost dead, but still lingering.
"Why, you don't even listen to what I say now?" Yin Xian suddenly looked at Hong Lang sternly, looking at Hong Lang standing behind him, with a stern and fierce look in his eyes.
"yes!"
Hong Lang didn't dare to say anything more, he just responded and walked back slightly ruthlessly towards the foot of Jingsi Cliff.
"Sang Yan, don't worry, I will send Sang Mo down to see you, soon." Yin Xian walked into Sang Yan step by step, waved his left hand lightly, and a golden thread fell on the parchment roll, The parchment roll was rolled up and put into his hands.
As the parchment left Sang Yan's hand, Sang Yan's body rapidly turned black, turning into an existence like black mud.
"Moqun, now you can believe what I said." Yin Xian raised his head and looked at Han Moqun. If Han Moqun hadn't taken action and used his power, he might not have annihilated Sang Yan so quickly.
After all, he is the great elder of Shenghui, and he still holds the sacred object in the ruins. Even if he is seriously injured behind his back, it is not something that Yin Xian can easily shake.
"The members of the Git team are waiting at the bottom of the mountain now. What do you want to do?" Han Moqun seemed a little ungrateful, but instead looked at Yin Xian with sinister eyes.
"Of course it's time to reshuffle the cards. The empire is shuffling the cards. It's time for the Holy Glory to be reshuffled. From now on, you will be the great elder, and I will hand the Holy Glory into your hands." Yin Xian looked at it with a cunning look. Xiang Han Moqun.
"I have to interpret the parchment, so I naturally don't have time to take care of Shenghui." Yin Xian said in a low voice, obviously expecting that Han Moqun might refuse, and there was a hint of command and toughness in his words.
Han Moqun stood silently, looking at Yin Xian, feeling worried in his heart. Yin Xian's plan was something Han Moqun never expected. Yin Xian was just as Sang Yan said, he was a cunning person.
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"Yin Xian killed the great elder and wanted to take away the Holy Glory and become the true master of the Holy Glory." He Leng put his hand on Sang Mo's shoulder and said breathlessly.
Blood trickled down the corner of his mouth, slid across He Leng's chin, and flowed on Sang Mo's clothes.
The clothes with gold threads were stained red by blood, making them look particularly coquettish.
"Father, he..." Sang Mo trembled all over, and the golden light shield in front of him also trembled. The wrist holding the sword in his right hand was suddenly shaken and a bloody mark appeared.
"Hurry up and go find Sang Qing. He might..." Before He Leng could finish his words, blood had already filled He Leng's mouth, gushing out like a waterfall.
"Where to go?" At the foot of the mountain, soldiers in armor blocked the intersection just now.
On the top of the mountain, Hong Lang's body was like a stream of light, stopping in front of the twelve main attendants, holding the broad blade that was completely wrapped in bandages.
"Sang Mo, you can't go anywhere today...!" Hong Lang hesitated for a moment, then raised the broad blade in his hand and pointed it at Sang Mo in front of him.
"Two long swords merged into one, this is also a way." Sang Mo looked at the broad blade in Hong Lang's hand and understood in his heart that Hong Lang's desire for power may have exceeded his own knowledge.
"I'm actually very unwilling. Why do I work so hard? I obviously work harder than you and am more talented than you, but the position of the Holy Son is yours?"
Hong Lang's eyes turned blood red, and blood poured out from the gaps in the bandage of the broad blade in his hand.
"Is it because of your bloodline, or because Sang Yan and you are both surnamed Sang?" Hong Lang roared loudly, his voice was loud, and his tone was full of resentment, with resentment that Sang Mo couldn't understand.
Sang Mo also didn't want to understand Hong Lang. As the two most outstanding young people in Shenghui, the dispute between Sang Mo and Hong Lang had always been controversial within Shenghui.
"Is this the reason why you betrayed the Great Elder?" At this moment, Sang Mo only felt that the person who died on Jingsi Cliff was Shenghui's Great Elder, not his relative.
After all, I never felt any affection from that person, only strict dogma and unfinished training.
"Kill him~!" Hong Lang shouted, throwing out the broad blade in his hand, and a bloody cage instantly enveloped everything around him.
"Hurry up and go find Sang Qing and ask him to take over..." He Leng pushed Sang Mo away and staggered forward, his body swaying so much that he couldn't even withstand a gust of wind.
"Sang Mo, a person like He Leng will protect you even when he is about to die, just because you are the Holy Son." Hong Lang roared, turned into a hungry bloody wolf, and pounced on Sang Mo.
"I'll take you..." Sang Mo still wanted to hold He Leng, but found that He Leng's body was solidifying little by little. The frost froze the blood, and the ice crystals on the ground were like blood agate.
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"I always feel like something is going to happen in the empire today." Lin Zihan, who didn't eat or drink, didn't say anything, and didn't go out, was standing on the observation deck in front of the headquarters, looking at the empire. direction.
"Since you are a secret hider and have more mysterious precognitive abilities than Xuan Yu, why not do some math on what happened in the empire?"
Lin Zihan looked at Fu Yun. This was the first time the two of them formally communicated as Long Zi and the Vaulter.
"Sang Yan died, and the parchment fell into the hands of another force, the final force that was about to invade the empire. That's the reason why I didn't choose the Holy Glory. That force has already corrupted the Holy Glory."
Fu Yun looked in the direction of the empire, as if all this was happening before Fu Yun's eyes.
"Third Elder Yin Xian...?" Lin Zihan seemed to be questioning, more like waiting for Fu Yun's answer to confirm the answer in his heart.
"..." Fu Yun didn't answer, just nodded, and then looked into the distance.
"If the Holy Son dies at the same time, Long Zi will no longer have the fetters and suppression. The dragon's aura may..." Fu Yun's words were more like tempting Lin Zihan, telling her that the Holy Son died, and Lin Zihan was Words are such a beautiful thing.
"You want to tell me not to interfere, right?" Lin Zihan obviously saw through Fu Yun's thoughts and just smiled, "Of course I won't interfere, but I think someone will.
Although I don't really like He Leng's appearance, his sincerity and persistence really shocked me. "
"If possible, find a good place to bury Sang Yan and He Leng." Lin Zihan believed in his heart that as a hidden man with the same starting point as Ying and Shenghui, he must still have unknown power.
"..." Fu Yun didn't say anything, he just looked at Lin Zihan and took a look.
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Ice crystals condensed from blood exploded in front of Sang Mo. At that moment, Sang Mo only felt a burst of despair. As the holy son of Shenghui, he was unable to prevent such a tragedy from happening.
Behind him were the pursuit of the Twelve Master Attendants and Hong Lang, and in front of him were the numerous obstacles set up by the Git Team, preventing Sang Mo from escaping.
"Give me..." Hong Lang roared angrily, swinging the broad blade in his hand and slashing at Sang Mo.
I don't know if it was a coincidence or an accident, but the broad blade swung by Hong Lang actually landed in front of a master attendant who rushed up. Under the collision of power, Hong Lang hurriedly withdrew his strength.
"Don't get in the way~!" Hong Lang shouted in a deep voice to the head waiter, with anger in his voice.
The head waiter looked at Hong Lang and then looked into the distance. It was clearly Hong Lang who rushed up, but it seemed to be his own fault.
"Sang Mo~"
Watching Sang Mo's retreating figure, Hong Lang stopped where he was, just looking at the figure from behind, watching Sang Mo leave.
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"A bunch of trash~!"
Sang Mo escaped, and Yin Xian was naturally furious. The third elder, who always had a smile on his lips, now looked like a man-eating demon.
"Kill all those followers of Sang Mo and Sang Yan~!" Yin Xian waved his hand. He would never allow the Shenghui under his control to have any second thoughts, especially towards Sang Yan and Sang Yan. Sangmo.
"Master..." Hong Lang wanted to say something more, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back and stepped aside.
