The thick stone walls of the Moon and Stone Palace did not let in any light from the outside, and even a little bit of wind entered.
The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and big raindrops hit the roof, and the crackling sound continued late at night.
The leader in red clothes sat cross-legged in the inner room, with hanging vines hanging from the roof everywhere, dividing the room into layers.
But at that moment.
The wound on his right hand seemed to have been hit by something at that moment. A sharp pain spread out from the center of the wound. His right hand trembled unconsciously, huge beads of sweat flowed from his forehead, and his dark eyes suddenly trembled. Come on.
His hands were immediately clenched, and his nails were embedded tightly into the flesh of his palms.
Damn, why is this happening?
Mingfeng's eyes were full of anger as he looked at the wound on his right hand.
The wound that had almost healed in seclusion was no longer stagnant at the last moment, and the blood-red spot in the center was now as painful as a needle prick.
That was the blood of that damn bastard, and it was so violent at this moment. Could something have happened?
Outside Moonstone Palace, next to Moon Lake.
The rain dripped down the big black umbrella onto the ground, causing splashes of water.
Yixia, who was holding the umbrella, lowered her head and said nothing.
The tattered corners of the priest's clothes in white were fluttering randomly in the wind, and they were still covered with patches of soil that had been stained when he passed through the endless sea of flowers.
Suddenly, a gust of wind began to swirl along the roof of Moonstone Palace.
The surrounding dragon blood trees were also blown around by the wind, and countless leaves were sucked into the middle of the strong wind.
"Qing Ling." No third person could be seen between heaven and earth, but a voice fell steadily into Qing Ling's ears.
Qing Ling's expression changed instantly, but she bent down deeply: "Master Cult Leader."
It is the leader's method of transmitting messages.
Although Yixia couldn't hear any sound, she immediately understood what happened. Without saying a word, she bent down slightly and tilted the umbrella forward slightly to protect Qingling from the raindrops.
"I am feeling restless today. What happened in the church?"
"Return to the Lord, nothing happened today," Qingling paused, "It just rained heavily."
In the Moon Stone Palace, Ming Feng's heart skipped a beat and he raised his eyes to look ahead, as if looking through the layers of stone walls at Qing Ling standing outside. Shushi Mountain has not had heavy rain in the past twenty years, but now it rains heavily, but nothing happens?
The sound of breaking branches and leaves came from behind along with the sound of rapid footsteps. A member of the Mingyue Sect ran towards them in a panic.
"Presumptuous." Yixia turned around and noticed the visitor, and reprimanded, "How many times have I told you that Moon Lake is a forbidden area, and you are not allowed to come here without permission?"
The believers who came in a hurry didn't seem to be particularly familiar with the terrain here. They kept tripping over flower branches, and finally even fell over and fell to the ground.
However, he ignored the dirt on his face, looked at the priest who was looking down at him, and stammered: "Priest, there are many people dressed in Central Plains clothes coming down from the mountain, ready to attack the mountain at any time."
"Master Priest." Yixia was also shocked at the moment. She couldn't help but call out Qingling, and looked at him unconsciously.
Qing Ling didn't seem to have any trouble, and just asked lightly: "What does the person who came look like?"
"The leader is a man with white hair, but he looks very young. There is also a man whose legs and feet don't look very flexible."
In six days, he was indeed very fast. The priest in white felt a slight wave of emotion in his heart. This man seemed to have an extraordinary hatred for the Mingyue Sect.
While the cultist was reporting Qing Ling's words outside, inside the Moonstone Palace, Ming Feng's right arm wanted to be cut open from the wound with a knife. Although there was no bright red blood oozing out, the right arm of Ming Feng was still there. The deep pain really made him feel it clearly.
"Qingling."
Mingfeng's voice came to his ears again, but it was different from before. His voice now sounded obviously angry compared to before.
"Tell me, what happened?"
The white-clothed priest turned back again, facing the direction of Moonstone Palace, and bent down with his hands clasped in fists: "Report to the leader, just now the disciples came to report that Yunzhong City led the crowd to attack the mountain."
In the inner room where only the Ye Mingzhu exuded silver light, the red-clothed leader blinked his eyes and narrowed slightly, but his eyes became dangerous: "What a great Yunzhong City, Qiu Moyuan really handed over a good disciple. , dared to tear up the contract in public and lead people to attack the mountain. He really came to die on his own."
Qingling's voice echoed in the inner room again: "Master Cult Master, that person is here too."
Ming Feng was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood who Qing Ling was talking about. His left hand turned his fingers into a palm, and he secretly exerted force, and his palm slowly passed over the red and burned place on his right arm.
A golden light emanated from the wound. The redness and swelling in the burned area remained, but the severe pain just now gradually receded.
A dark smile appeared on the bright red lips. I didn't look for you, but you came to the door yourself. That's just right. Today, I will let you die in the Mingyue Sect just like your damn mother.
Mingfeng waved his hand, and his wide sleeves drew a large arc in the air, which also moved the hanging vines in the inner room, and countless hanging vines began to flutter non-stop.
In the shadow falling on the hanging vines, a man stood up.
There was no movement in the Moon and Stone Palace. Qingling maintained the same posture for a while, but Mingfeng's voice transmission was no longer heard. The believers behind him were still crawling on the ground in fear.
Seeing this, Yixia lowered her head and turned around, and shouted in a low voice: "You have no courage, don't be so frightened by a trivial matter. Hurry back and summon the believers to the gate of the mountain. The priest will arrive soon. There is a priest here. I'm afraid What kind of villain from the Central Plains?"
"Yes." After the believer nodded like a fool, he hurriedly returned along the original route.
It seemed like she had been waiting for a long time, but without any movement, Qing Ling was about to get up.
Suddenly, the strong wind surrounding the Moon Stone Palace became more and more fierce, and even Qing Ling and Yi Xia's clothes began to dance wildly uncontrollably.
The sleeping water lilies on the moon lake also became restless, colliding with each other desperately, but the surface of the lake seemed not to be affected by it at all, and remained as dead and silent as before.
"Master Priest, what happened?" Seeing such a strange situation, Yixia, who had never seen her before, showed a rare panic. The only eyes exposed outside the veil seemed to be blinded by the wind, and she began to pay attention to the surrounding people. The environment blurred.
In Qing Ling's eyes, she saw that the wind was becoming more and more fierce, but she was already aware of it.
"The leader wants to break through the barrier and leave."
"The leader has broken the barrier?" Yi Xia was shocked, "The leader's retreat period is still four days. If the leader breaks the barrier at this time, it will only do a lot of harm and no good."
However, a faint smile seemed to flash across the corner of Qing Ling's mouth: "I'm afraid that the person coming will make him unable to feel at ease at all."
As soon as he finished speaking, a red shadow appeared in the center of the strong wind.
The blurry red shadow became more and more obvious in the center of the strong wind, and gradually turned into a human figure.
The wind began to gradually weaken.
Mingfeng flew across the Moon Lake with the weakened wind and landed in front of Qingling.
The rain began to taper off.
Yi Xia calmly put away the umbrella in her hand, stood behind Qing Ling and saluted: "Welcome the leader to leave seclusion."
The dark eyes seemed to be filled with blood red at this time.
"The leader of the church left the seclusion early, do you feel any discomfort?" Qing Ling bent down respectfully, and small raindrops gently hit his hair, but no one seemed to notice, and the raindrops that hit him did not leave any traces. Any traces of it are as if they landed on a smooth surface and then slid off intact.
Ming Feng glanced at Qing Ling, but did not reply. His eyes passed over him again, as if passing through the endless sea of gentian flowers, and fell to the other end of Mingyue Sect.
"Since he wants to provoke me, I will naturally show him the consequences of breaking into the Mingyue Sect without overestimating one's abilities."
Mingfeng suddenly laughed, but his smile made Yixia shudder. Although the priest is cold, his smile always gives people a gentle feeling, but every time the leader smiles, it makes everyone in the church tremble. Because I don't know what he will do.
"If I remember correctly, the saint seems to be very close to him and the people in Yunzhong City?" He seemed to remember the masked man who descended from the sky to rescue Gu Jianghe on the day of the prayer meeting.
Although his face was covered, he was now very sure that he was the same person.
Ayouduo, Ayouduo, I really didn’t expect that your daughter not only followed her destiny and returned here, she actually brought back two of my life’s nemesis. Anyway, since they are all here, I You can also get rid of all your inner worries at once.
"Yes." Qing Ling replied respectfully.
"In that case," Ming Feng's lips curled up, "They want to attack the mountain, and I will give them a reason why they can't do it."
He withdrew his gaze from the distance and once again fell on the white-clothed priest in front of him: "I seem to have never officially seen this saint who has completely inherited the blood of Saint Ayuduo. She seems to be an excellent person at this time. What’s the time.”
Yixia looked at Qing Ling silently from behind. Sometimes she didn't understand that the priest obviously had a lot of thoughts. Many times, he was even dissatisfied with the orders given by the leader, but he never seemed to resist, as long as he was allowed to go He would do whatever he thought was against the laws of nature without hesitation.
"Please, Qingling will take the leader there right now." At this time, the white-clothed priest was still as usual, respectfully echoing every word of the red-clothed leader.
Mingfeng's voice was like a poisonous bee in the middle of the night, echoing under the night: "High Priest Qingling, I will let you see who is doomed today."
