On the holy mountain, Yang Xuan''s force car was already on standby. On both sides of the car body, nearly 100 people stood quietly and looked solemn.
When Yang Xuan got off the ship, hundreds of people knelt respectfully and said, "see your Highness the son."
Yang Xuan was not surprised. It must be that these people came from the new sect to serve him, the Holy Son of the blue sky.
"You go back first and leave two people." he said faintly.
"Yes!" they got up and walked backward respectfully, leaving only two people standing next to the force car.
"Who are you?" Yang Xuan asked.
"Hui Shengzi, your highness, your subordinates are subordinate to Shengwei, No. 5 and No. 6!" they replied respectfully.
Yang Xuan looked at their accomplishments. The virtual God reached the peak and did not enter the real God.
"Go, go to the corpse hall!" Yang Xuan stepped on the force car and said faintly.
The two people''s bodies were slightly shocked. They had heard of the resentment between the Qingtian Holy Son and the corpse hall. As soon as the holy son returned to the holy mountain, he was going to the corpse hall. The meaning was clear without words.
The force car started, turned right after passing through a long and narrow tunnel, and then an ancient castle appeared in front of us.
This ancient castle has a strange Gothic style. From the outside, it looks strange and grand.
"Your Highness, this is the corpse hall." No. 5 opened the door and said.
Yang Xuan got off the force car, didn''t stop, but walked directly to the ancient castle.
"Your Highness Qingtian!" when the corpse hall disciple with the handle at the door saw Yang Xuan, he was stunned at first, then turned pale with surprise and knelt down quickly.
"Where''s the blood corpse ancestor?" Yang Xuan said faintly.
"This..." the corpse hall disciples kneeling on the ground looked at each other.
The blood corpse ancestor once chased and killed Yang Xuan. This is an open secret. At this time, the son of heaven came to the door. I''m afraid he can''t be kind.
At this time, the gate of the castle behind them automatically slid open to both sides. Then, a gloomy voice came out: "the son of heaven, please come in."
The black air swirled and surged out of the castle, separated on both sides, forming a long channel.
Yang Xuan sneered and went straight to the channel.
After he stepped into the passage, the passage gradually disappeared behind him, blocking others out.
Along the passage, Yang Xuan entered a gloomy and terrible hall. On both sides of the hall, there were two rows of human shadows. When you look carefully, there were rigid bodies.
At the end of the hall was a high platform on which a man in black, as thin as a corpse, was sitting.
The man in black stood up, walked down the steps, stood in front of Yang Xuan, and then bowed his hands and said, "Heifeng, the Lord of the corpse hall, has seen his Highness the son. I don''t know what''s the matter?"
Yang Xuan looked at him and said faintly, "Heifeng, let me ask you, who ordered the blood corpse to kill the son?"
Heifeng hesitated when he heard the speech. After a long silence, he sighed: "don''t hide it, your highness. What happened that year was the order of the vice Lord of the corpse hall. I don''t know."
"Really?" Yang Xuan''s eyes were cold.
Heifeng said, "your highness and even heaven and man, how dare your subordinates deceive your highness? I only hope your highness can let me pass through my corpse hall for the sake of the same holy country."
After talking, he waved slightly and saw someone escorting two people out of the darkness.
One man in red is the ancestor of the blood corpse, and the other is in gray. Yang Xuan doesn''t know him.
The blood corpse ancestor looked dull. After coming out, he turned a blind eye to Yang Xuan, as if he had been greatly stimulated.
The other man in Gray was even more unbearable, his face was at a loss, and there was a thick fear when the yuan God turned.
"Your Highness, the blood corpse offended your highness that year. I have taken him down and handed him over to your highness." Heifeng said respectfully: "as for the bronze beard of the vice hall Lord, I have abolished his cultivation. I hope your highness can forgive him and keep him alive."
Yang Xuan ignored the black wind, and his eyes fell on the blood corpse ancestor.
The blood corpse ancestor seemed to be greatly stimulated by something, his face was dull, silent, and looked at his disposal.
Instead, it was the bronze beard of the vice hall Lord, but there were more or less reactions, although they were all fear.
Silence.
Yang Xuan was silent, and the whole hall fell into unbearable silence.
I don''t know how long later, Yang Xuan suddenly took a deep breath, and then slowly vomited out.
"Black wind." he looked at the Lord of the corpse hall and said faintly.
"My subordinates are here!" Heifeng trembled and hurried.
Yang Xuan looked at him and was silent for a while. Then he said faintly, "do you know my decision before coming?"
Heifeng bowed his head and said, "my subordinates don''t know."
Yang Xuan smiled and then said, "before coming to the corpse hall, I just want to kill the ancestor of the blood corpse. As for others, the holy son didn''t intend to investigate."
Heifeng didn''t answer.
"The so-called things happen for a reason. Party disputes have existed since ancient times. It is difficult to tell who is right and who is wrong. Therefore, Ben Shengzi decided to kill only one blood corpse to ease his depression."
"Your Highness Shengming, your highness Shengming!" the black wind bowed to the ground.
"Don''t hurry to sing praises." Yang Xuan looked at him with a smile: "because next, you will hate me."
"Ah?" the black wind was surprised and looked at Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan came forward slowly and put his right palm on the head of the blood corpse ancestor.
"Heifeng, tell me." Yang Xuan stared at Heifeng and said, "he, who is it?"
Heifeng trembled all over, and a slight undetectable fear appeared in his eyes, but he said: "my subordinates don''t understand your Highness''s meaning. This person is a blood corpse."
"Really?"
Yang Xuan made a slight effort with his fingers, and the flesh and blood on the blood corpse ancestor''s face fell down quickly. In a terrible way, he exposed his next bloody face, which was obviously completely different from the blood corpse ancestor.
Heifeng''s face turned white and his body shook like chaff.
A moment later, he suddenly knelt on the ground and shouted, "Your Highness, my subordinates don''t know. I don''t know who made the plan of the civet cat crown prince. By the way, it must be the blood corpse. It must be him. He was afraid of crime. Only then did he use a substitute. Even I cheated."
"Really?" Yang Xuan refused to comment, but his sleeve was on one side of the copper beard face.
Like the blood corpse, copper beard''s face also became flesh and blood blurred, revealing another face.
"Then tell me who this is?" Yang Xuan said faintly.
Heifeng''s body trembled even more. He knelt on the ground and couldn''t even say a word.
Outside the main hall, there was a slightly undetectable sound.
Yang Xuan shook his head and said faintly, "I just want to run now. Don''t you think it''s too late?"
Then he stepped on the ground with a gentle foot.
Boom!
The sound of breaking the wall sounded from a distance, as if something had broken several walls and flew towards the hall where Yang Xuan was located.
Boom!
After another loud noise, between the smoke and dust, the black wall of the main hall was smashed into a big hole, and a man rolled down in front of Yang Xuan like a rolling gourd.
Cough!
The man who rolled in climbed on the ground and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of pus and blood. He was already full of horror.
Yang Xuan smiled at the corner of his mouth and looked down at the people on the ground.
"Old blood corpse, you''re all right!"