Dongfang Buliang was also surprised. When he died, his eyes were wide open, but the man didn't give him a chance to speak. He didn't even want the sword anymore. He let go and turned around, using Qinggong to escape. Dongfang Buliang threw himself to the ground with a dead look on his face. I ignored him and continued to chase the person who killed him.
That person was obviously his accomplice, probably from some force outside the church.
Dongfang Buliang has become a useless person and is the loser in the power struggle. His external supporters have chosen to kill him and silence him.
I chased the killer and ran to the Blood Pond, a forbidden and holy place of the Demon Cult.
The man's figure disappeared into a mangrove forest, and it was an eyesore again!
If it weren't for the thread of my Qi wrapped around that person's feet, I might have lost him.
Everyone who enters the headquarters will step on the air threads I have placed on the ground. They are as thin as hair and colorless, just like air. If they step on them, they will not feel anything if they are entangled.
Unless his martial arts were to a terrifying level, but obviously this killer was not that strong.
He walked through the mangroves, slipped through a small door, or maybe a gap in the wall, and entered the area where the blood pool was.
The blood pool is not like an ordinary pool. It is deep underground and cannot be seen from the ground. There are buildings on the ground. To go to the blood pool, there is a special passage, similar to the stairs in a subway station.
Only the leader knows the location of the entrance to the stairs.
There are usually activities, which are all held in the ground building complex, and the Demon Sect has not held an event in the Blood Pond Forbidden Land for a long time, because this activity must be hosted by the 'Saint Girl', and no one can do it for him.
The Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect has been out of service for many years. Wan'er has just returned and is not familiar with many things. The blood pool activities have not resumed yet.
Those who usually guard the holy place can only guard the outside and are not allowed to enter the walls.
Today, because of the rebellion, Ximen Wuhen strengthened the defense of the Holy Land. How could anyone still get inside the wall?
Could it be that the defenders were committing theft?
I found the 'little door'. It was indeed a door, but it was just disguised as a wall. If you didn't reach out and push it, you wouldn't know it was a door at all.
It's only about a foot wide, so an adult would have to squeeze through.
Making a disguised door on the wall, and still being patrolled every day, it was hard for me not to suspect that this was done by someone from the Demon Sect.
I passed through the disguised door and entered the real holy land.
From this side of the wall, you can see the huge stone buildings in the distance.
They are very similar to ancient Greek and Roman temples, with triangular roofs supported by round stone pillars carved with patterns.
There are no walls for ventilation on all sides, and the stone halls of the same style are surrounded by a circle to form a ring.
In the center of the ring is a large pit, in which grows magic vines, which are also plants unique to the demon sect.
It blooms every day of the year, but it has no leaves, only sharp thorns that can pierce the heart, and large, bright red flowers.
When the flowers are in full bloom, they are as big as a basin. Since the beginning of the Demon Cult, this demonic vine has existed and will never die or grow outward.
Unlike other plants that have a 'metabolism', it seems to be constant, so there are no withered petals in the pit and no new branches growing around the pit.
Ximen Wuhen told me that the blood birds only eat the flowers of this magic vine. He estimated that only if the flowers are eaten, new ones will grow.
But he couldn't verify it. This was a treasure of the Demon Cult and he couldn't get hold of it.
The blood bird has long since become extinct, and the people who founded the Demon Cult also regarded the blood bird as a symbol of the Demon Cult based on legend.
Some people have suspected that the passage into the blood pool is in the magic vine, but firstly, no one will touch this thing, and secondly, it is highly poisonous. If it accidentally touches the skin or inhales pollen into the body, it will kill on the spot. There is no time for rescue.
Even the people from the Poison Hall didn't dare to extract toxins from it.
This thing is equivalent to the sacred object of the Demon Cult, and it is matched with the blood bird. The first leader of the cult made a rule that no one is allowed to approach the Demonic Vine.
As the leader of the cult, Ximen Wuhen has never had any idea about it.
Now, maybe someone wants to take advantage of it.
I entered the wall, walked through the ring-shaped buildings, and stood at the edge of the magic vine pit. No one came to stop me.
The people who were supposed to be guarding the outside of the wall and patrolling every half hour didn't show up either.
I used my powers to explore the surroundings and made sure there was no other living person within the forbidden area of the blood pool.
There was only one person hiding in a certain building.
A small clicking sound came, and I raised my air shield alertly.
In the building behind me, a group of small mice made of wood suddenly ran out.
They are painted black and look real, but they are not real because they have no real fur and no life energy.
They were a group of machine rats, running out of a nearby building and surrounding me.
They have no sharp teeth or pointed claws.
I don’t think they can bite, nor can they crush or trample me to death.
They expand the range of my 'air shield' and enclose myself in a closed 'air' cube.
When the wooden mouse hits the air shield, the force is actually very small and cannot break the air shield.
Like toys, they stop when blocked.
Then I discovered that they were not coated with black paint, but stained with a layer of 'black powder'.
The wooden mice hit the air shield, and under the influence of the force, some of the black powder on their bodies was knocked off.
Black powder fell to the ground, and the amount was very clear.
I turned my head and glanced at the magic vine pit. The stamens of the red flowers were black.
The 'qi' cube lifted off the ground and flew into the air, throwing away the swarm of wooden rats, and flew straight towards the building where the person was hiding.
My 'qi' can not only form a shield, turn into threads and needles, jump on the ground, but also fly.
It's just that I don't usually use it to carry myself.
Fortunately, this is not difficult. It is just a matter of switching from moving the arms and legs to moving the brain.
The man noticed that I was coming, and released flying wooden birds, which were as big as sparrows. From a distance, they looked like small sparrows, and they were also stained with black powder.
He also hit the air shield and was stopped solidly.
They were not as lucky as the wood mice. I was flying at high speed now, and they collided with each other. They collided with each other, and they were smashed to pieces.
Like moths throwing themselves into fire, nothing can save itself.
And the black powder didn't touch me at all. The 'qi' cube was sealed and there was air inside.
As long as the poisoners are dealt with before the air is exhausted, there are still many safe places here.
After the man released the wooden bird, he moved his position, hoping to use the wooden bird to buy himself time to escape.
Unfortunately, the wooden birds had no effect, and they were all destroyed under the air shield.
My Qi threads are still wrapped around that man's feet. No matter where he hides, he can't escape my tracking.
He hides in the building complex, and I can pinpoint his location every time.
Although he is good at Qinggong, he also knows that he cannot hide like this. Over time, his physical strength will decrease and his escape speed will slow down.
He led me in circles around the complex, trying to get rid of me or drain my energy.
My martial arts skills are superior to his, and I also have supernatural powers. If I let him run away, it would be a joke.
I kept a visible distance from him, and he should have noticed it. No matter where he hid, I could find the location accurately.
He simply stopped running away, turned around to face me, and pulled out a snare drum from behind.
The drumstick is hidden in his sleeve and looks like a small hammer like the one used by the judge in the movies during court sessions.
He beat the drum rhythmically, and soon there was a sound from the top of the building.
Hundreds of mechanical cats jump from the roof. They are more exquisitely made than mice and birds, and are made of unique materials. They do not feel stiff or clumsy when moving.
The four legs in particular have excellent bounce, as if they are equipped with springs and have been silenced. The claws are soft and there is only a slight sound when landing and during movement. If you walk slowly, there should be no footsteps.
These puppet cats can jump several meters high in one jump, move nimbly and are stronger than mice and birds.
They surrounded me. In their mouths, there was a launching device, so their mouths could not be closed. As the small drum was beaten, poisonous needles were fired in a specific rhythm.
They are different from the previous killers. Even if I block the poisonous needle and stab them, they will not be poisoned to death.
As long as the mechanical parts inside are not broken, they can continue to fight.
In this world where there are only cold weapons, there is such a 'puppet army'. In a one-on-one fight, he has a great chance of winning.
Even if he meets an opponent with higher martial arts skills than him, those black poison powders will be of great help.
The poisonous powder spreads in the air, and poisoning cannot be avoided by not breathing.
If that stuff gets on the skin, it will have the same effect as if it's inhaled into the body.
Unless he encounters a master among masters, he can use his internal energy to form a barrier on the surface of his body, and at the same time he can hold Qigong.
There is no one in the Demon Cult who meets these two conditions at the same time.
Perhaps it was because of this that he dared to break into the forbidden area and extract the pollen from the magic ivy flower.
While he was playing the snare drum, I manipulated the air wires on his feet to penetrate directly into his ankles and into his body.
He sensed something was wrong and glanced down.
But it was too late, the breath rushed to his head, making him lose consciousness instantly.
As soon as the drum stops, the puppet cat stops moving.
There was a distance between him and me. The puppet cats were not poisonous, but the poisonous needles they spit out were poisonous.
The poisonous needles landed on the ground, far away from him.
I avoided the poisonous needles on the ground and the parked puppet cat, controlled the air cube to fly to him, stretched out the air rope to lock him, and dragged him to another building without poison.
He wore a black cloak, covering his whole body tightly.
There was a black mask on his face, so I used my Qi as my hands to remove his mask and cloak.
There is a red bird tattooed on his face, the bird's head is on his forehead, its wings are spread out under the two eyes, the position of the nasolabial fold is the bird's tail that is divided into two parts, and there are three long strips of feathers on the chin similar to the tail of a phoenix. pattern.
"Isn't this a blood bird..." I said to myself when I saw the tattoos on his face.
Ximen Wuhen has this pattern on his clothes, and the blood bird is the mascot of the Demon Sect.
It's not difficult to recognize, not to mention he tattooed the pattern on his face, the details are clear and complete.
I studied this man's face for a long time and felt that he looked familiar.
"Ah! They look like Ximen!" I clapped my hands, looked at them for a while, and compared their facial features one by one. They were about 60% similar.
Although there is no official record, it is known from folk rumors that Ximen Wuhen has brothers and sisters.
This man's body shape and appearance are similar to Ximen Wuhen. Could it be that he is one of his brothers who has disappeared?
Maybe the previous leader looked like this, and their son followed his father?
I confiscated his snare drum, sealed his internal energy, dragged him back to the headquarters prison, and temporarily locked him up in the prison.
There was no one in the prison, no prisoners, no guards.
So no one knew I locked him up.
Then I returned to Ximen Wuhen's dormitory, and the masked man killed four people from the elders' faction.
When I went back, I only saw corpses on the ground with blood flowing everywhere.
Ximen Wuhen was sleeping in his room. The masked people were all outside the courtyard, and no one bothered him.
The behavior of the masked men was so strange that they killed all the members of the Four Elders' faction without leaving any one behind.
The city was quiet, and there was a smell of moisture and blood in the air.
I dragged Dongfang Buliang's body back and put it together with the other three people.
I walked into Ximen Wuhen's room to check on his physical condition.
He fell asleep because his brain was overloaded with energy.
It's hard to say when he will wake up.
If he is not allowed to sleep, he may go crazy while awake.
I didn't wake him up. I walked to the courtyard and asked the masked man who had been guarding the wall.
"Are you really the people sent by his biological mother?" I asked directly.
"yes."
"His...mother wants to kill him?"
"No."
"Want to harm him?"
"No."
Interestingly, he answered all three questions with the truth.
I asked no more questions and went out of the yard to inspect the Demon Sect’s stronghold.
The Fourth Courtyard was attacked, but they failed to break the air wall I had erected.
Both the chief and deputy stewards were on duty today, and they and the staff of the hospital all stayed inside the air wall.
I knew they were in a panic, so I came here to inform them that the four rebellious elders were dead, and all the people who followed them were also dead.
Ximen Wuhen was fine, he was just sleeping after being tired from the fight.
When they heard the good news one after another, they felt relieved to stay at their posts. I said I didn't know if the poisonous smoke in the city had dissipated, and they couldn't be allowed out yet.
They expressed their thanks, and I went to Wan'er and the four guardians.
Fortunately, I had injected healing energy into their bodies before, in order to save their lives at the critical moment.
It turned out to be really useful. Dongfang Buliang used some unknown object to poison them.
They were unaware that it was my healing energy that discovered the poisonous insect and strangled the ungrown larvae in the cradle.
Dongfang Buliang laid them not eggs, but already formed larvae. After entering the human body, they were nourished by flesh and blood and grew very fast.
When I arrived at Wan'er's residence, she was pacing in the room. When she saw me coming, her frown instantly relaxed.
Before she could ask, I said, "Ximen is fine, the troublemakers are dead, and Yunzhou is safe on the mountain."
Wan'er walked up to me, looked me up and down and asked, "Where are you, madam? Are you injured?"
"I'm fine now. I was just running errands, but a group of unidentified people are still there. Don't go out yet until Ximen and I find out their identities first."
Wan'er nodded repeatedly. When the four guardians heard that Ximen Wuhen was fine, they didn't ask anything else.
