Wuming looked up at the bookcase and found an offensive sculpture of a bull on it, which was very strange with its tail upturned. It might not look wrong to ordinary people, but Wuming, who had grown up in Lishan since childhood, was different. He could see it at a glance. doorway.
The buffalo will use all its strength when attacking, so the buffalo's tail will be tightened between the two rear legs, instead of sticking up like it is now.
Wuming's thoughts moved, he pinched the buffalo's tail with two fingers, and with a little force, the tail turned downwards. Wuming was delighted. There was indeed something wrong with the sculpture. When the tail turned downwards, a rumbling sound came from the two bookcases in front of him. , moved left and right respectively, revealing an iron door behind.
Wuming looked at the iron door and took out the key he had found on the assassin earlier. When the key was inserted smoothly and could be turned, Wuming's joy was beyond words, which meant that he had found the right place.
At this time, there was a rapid knock on the door and someone shouted anxiously: "The warden is in trouble! Enemies have sneaked into the prison! Several people were knocked unconscious!"
Wuming glanced at the dead Zhao Guang on the ground, opened the iron door and headed towards the downward secret passage without looking back. When the iron door closed, the bookcases on the left and right moved closer to the middle, and the buffalo sculpture The tail turned upward again.
When the jailer outside the door kept knocking but received no response, he suddenly realized that something was wrong and wanted to break in. He was destined to find nothing when he came in, only a corpse that gradually began to become cold.
On this day, the entire Tianlao became lively. This was a situation that had not happened in decades. The entire palace was in a state of excitement because of the changes here.
In the princess's mansion, Liu Hongyan's boudoir.
Liu Hongyan looked nervous. She knew that Wuming was not an ordinary person, but there were a lot of troops in Tianlao, and there would be a large number of soldiers there later. She was really worried about Wuming's safety. Liu Hongyan's expression changed and she called Xiaoru outside the door. Said: "Xiaoru, please stay outside the door. If anyone wants to come in, just say that my consort is with me. Remember, no one can come in!"
"Yes." Xiaoru took orders and stood at the door, never letting anyone enter the princess's boudoir.
In the emperor's palace, Liu Tianlin, who was sitting on the dragon couch, suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Yinjiu, go to Tianlao. If you see that Li You, capture him alive and come to see me here."
A voice came from the darkness: "Yes." After that, there was no sound again.
A trace of blood flashed in Liu Tianlin's eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "Li You, if you insist on getting involved in the Blood God Sect's affairs, I will cut you into pieces even if you are hated."
Wuming's left hand has been groping for the wall of the secret passage with his fingers. There is no light in this secret passage and it goes all the way down. It is not known where it leads. His right hand holds the enemy-slayer that he took out after closing the iron door, always alert to the danger in the darkness.
At the end of the secret passage, there were two lamps placed on the left and right sides of the wooden door. When Wuming saw the wooden door, his already nervous spirit became a little more nervous. There was an unusually strong smell of blood coming from behind the door, which made people sick.
Wuming's footsteps were extremely slow, for fear of making any sound. He didn't know how many members of the Blood God Cult there would be inside, nor what their cultivation level was. Now he could only win by surprise and take advantage of them to gain the maximum benefit.
"Creak -" the wooden door opened and made a sound, "Huh?" The eyes of the people from the Blood God Sect inside were immediately attracted, but there was no one at the door, but the door was open like this.
The light here is very dim. It is underground. Although there are candles, the light is very dim in some places.
At this time, everyone in the Blood God Religion was attracted by the suddenly opened door. There were more than a dozen members of the Blood God Religion here. In front of them was a person who rolled his eyes. These people were all thin and thin. A big hand came out of the chest and inserted into their hearts.
The people of the Blood God Cult insert their hands into the hearts of these prisoners, absorb the blood from the human body through the operation of secret methods, and at the same time condense blood crystals. They need to condense a certain amount of blood crystals every month, otherwise they will be punished by the people above.
Among this group of people, the one with the highest level of cultivation is a cultivator at the eighth level of soul refining, and the rest are all practitioners with varying levels of cultivation at the sixth level and seventh level of soul refining.
At this time, the cultivator frowned and looked at the empty wooden door, and then winked at a cultivator at the sixth level of soul refining, asking him to close the door.
Just when the practitioner at the sixth level of soul refining closed the door and looked back, his pupils shrank and he said loudly: "Open more quickly!"
The group of people who were still sitting there didn't know why, and were still wondering what he was talking about, be careful? A painful roar suddenly came to mind.
I saw that the cultivator at the eighth level of soul refining was lying on the person in front of him. A very long wound appeared on his back, and there were thick bones exposed at the wound, which was very scary, and his Standing behind him was a young man they had never seen before.
At this moment, Wuming was holding a long knife in his hand, looking at the group of people from the Blood God Cult and saying coldly: "You bunch of beasts from the Blood God Cult will die!" He unexpectedly killed the cultivator with the highest cultivation level present. It saves him a lot of effort.
No matter how stupid the people of the Blood God Cult are, they still understand what happened. Someone sneaked into their lair and wanted to kill them all.
More than a dozen members of the Blood God Sect stood up and exchanged glances, then they all rushed towards Wuming, their hands still carrying the blood that had just been taken out of the human heart.
The first person to bear the brunt was a practitioner at the seventh level of soul refining. The man flew towards Wuming and kicked him. After Wuming sidestepped and dodged, he turned around and tried to punch Wuming, but Wuming punched him in the stomach first. The cultivator at the seventh level of soul refining covered the place where he had just been beaten in pain, and his whole body curled up into a shrimp shape.
Wuming's other hand was holding an enemy-cutting knife, and the tip of the enemy-cutting knife emerged from one person's back. A cultivator who jumped up to attack Wuming was penetrated by Wuming's knife. At this moment, he wanted to struggle hard, but soon It's a pity that he couldn't struggle out, because Wuming's hand shook and he used his body to block the attacks of the two people behind him.
When the two attacks fell on the man's body, his body fell off the enemy in an instant, but the man was not breathing at this moment, because the huge force of the attack made his whole body sink, and the wound was The entire body was stretched, and most of the person was torn apart by the back of the knife.
The whole scene was extremely bloody, but no one present cared about it, because they knew that they would either die from the enemy or die themselves.
Faced with the two people's charge, Wuming ran towards the back. His speed at the ninth level of soul refining was supposed to be much faster than those at the seventh level of soul refining, but at this moment, he kept a fixed distance from them. The distance was intentional.
When the distance between Wuming and the two people and the people behind him stretched to a certain distance, Wuming turned around and slashed towards the two people rushing behind him with the enemy-slayer in his hand.
In an instant, the upper and lower bodies of the two people were separated, and they were instantly cut in half. Their lower bodies were still running forward, but their upper bodies had fallen in mid-air.
Wuming increased the distance between the two of them and the rear, not only to delay the attack of the remaining people, but also to catch them by surprise and kill them instantly. Now it seems that the effect is very good.
This sudden change frightened everyone behind them to stop. The last remaining cultivator at the seventh level of soul refining asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? We have no enmity with you, why are you here?" There is a killing spree in our territory.”
Hearing the question from the other side, Wuming couldn't help laughing, and the laughter got louder and louder. This made the people of the Blood God Sect wonder, could this man be a madman?
Wuming raised the enemy-killing sword in his hand and pointed it directly at the opposite side with the bleeding knife tip. Wuming said loudly: "The lives of more than a thousand people in Lishan Town were taken away by your Blood God Sect overnight! You tell me that there is no grievance or enmity? What a big joke!"
While talking, Wuming looked at the long knife made by Master Mang, and saw that the blood stained on the knife seemed to be absorbed, leaving bloody lines on the knife, and the blade seemed to have a sharp sword energy. Blooming from it, could this be what Master Mang said about sacrificing the sword with blood? By fighting with the enemy, the power of this knife will become more and more powerful.
The current leader of the Blood God Cult frowned. He didn't know Lishan Town, but he understood that someone from the Blood God Cult should have gone to his hometown and killed more than a thousand people there. This is a blood feud that cannot be resolved just now.
He didn't want to resolve it if possible. Wuming killed several of them. If they weren't strong enough, they would have captured Wuming by now and used them to refine the blood crystals.
"Seeking revenge from our Blood God Sect? Then you are looking for the wrong place." A sharp and cold voice suddenly came to mind.
Everyone present was stunned. Looking there, they saw a stooped old man walking out of the darkness.
The people of the Blood God Sect were all overjoyed to see the visitor. The man who asked Wuming earlier hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Please take action, Mr. Yin, to capture this disciple. He killed several of us."
"Now that I'm here, I will naturally catch him, but you are really useless. With so many people, you can't catch him alone." Yin Jiu's words made the Blood God's people unable to hold their heads up. .
Yin Jiu looked at Wu Ming and said, "Li You, just surrender and be captured, so as not to suffer physical pain. I did miss the mark earlier and didn't see your cultivation level."
"Humph" Wuming snorted coldly: "You old man just said a few words and you want me to obey? I'm dreaming!" Wuming naturally couldn't just surrender and let himself be caught by them. He hadn't killed all these people yet. He hasn't taken revenge yet, how can he die?
"Alas, young people are impulsive." Yin Jiu's voice seemed to be sighing, and he walked forward as he spoke.
Wuming frowned. This man's speed was much faster than those others, and he didn't look much worse than him.
