Chapter 310: Zhao Ming's Death and Dark Clouds Arrive
The protective formations on the peaks of Jiuque Mountain collapsed one after another. The glass-like magic shield formed by the mountain formation had gaps that spread little by little, falling down in the air like burnt rice paper.
The falling spiritual essences fluttered like snowflakes, flying and melting.
The entire training ground was silent. Everyone present was surprised, as if they had forgotten the unusual collapse of the training platform. They either reached out curiously to catch the falling spiritual essence, or looked around and marveled at the scene.
In the sky over the west room, dark clouds were gathering closer and closer, and a rainstorm was about to come.
Lingxiang was extremely anxious and she ran hard towards the Wuji Palace not far away.
The Mountain Guarding Formation was set up by Master Zhaoming by combining both weapon and technique techniques. While more reliable than a single formation, it also lacked the flaws of each. The formation's current collapse could only indicate a problem with Master Zhaoming, the one who set it up.
Lingxiang knew this very well, so she didn't dare to stop for a moment. However, when she arrived, she was stunned by the scene before her.
Outside the majestic Wuji Palace, disciples were lying in all directions, some unconscious, some groaning in pain, and among them were many of the elders' favorite disciples.
Their cultivation levels are all above Lingxiang's. What kind of person has such ability to injure them so seriously?
Lingxiang checked their injuries along the way, but found that their injuries were all caused by gravity.
Could it really be Ophiopogon japonicus?
Although Maidong looks delicate and cute, her extraordinary strength is well-known in the Yuanqing Sect. Things that ordinary men cannot move are easily lifted by her.
Many disciples were seriously injured, but Lingxiang only gave them a cursory investigation and then rushed towards the main hall.
The most important thing right now was Master Zhao Ming. Lingxiang had seen this scene before in the Dust-peek Mirror, but the Dust-peek Mirror hadn't revealed the collapse of the mountain formation, and the fact that the mountain formation was broken made Lingxiang think the worst.
Could it be that Master Zhao Ming has already...
Lingxiang searched woodenly until she saw the green figure lying on the ground in front of the Wuji Palace. That sturdy figure was none other than...
"Senior Brother Zhao Ming!"
Lingxiang hurried forward and struggled to turn Master Zhaoming's body over from the pool of blood, but the black hole on Master Zhaoming's chest made Lingxiang fall into despair again.
"Senior Brother Zhao Ming!" Lingxiang's vision suddenly became blurred, but she forced herself not to let the tears fall. She stubbornly felt for Master Zhao Ming's pulse, but could not find even a trace of pulse.
Hot and wet blood flowed down, staining Lingxiang's green dress. She looked blankly at the bloodless face of Master Zhaoming, and suddenly realized that the man lying in front of her would never glare at her again.
“Patta…Patta…”
Lingxiang's expression was dazed, but tears streamed down her face like a bursting dam, landing on her dress and immersing in the wet, sticky mess. She numbly tugged at Master Zhaoming's long beard, hoping he would still sit up with a stern face and scare her, like he had when she was a child, then smile and pull her into his arms, sweeping his beard across her face.
However, all this will never happen again. Her senior brother, her duplicity-loving fifth senior brother will never be like that again!
Lingxiang suddenly felt that she really could not do anything. Even if she realized the prophecy of enlightenment, she would still be unable to do anything. A feeling of powerlessness suddenly arose in her heart, like poison, spreading wildly in her heart.
She raised her hand and pulled out the hairpin on her head. Her fingers clenched tightly, her knuckles turning blue and white, as she tightly gripped the beads on the head. However, after she saw the black hole in Master Zhao Ming's chest, she realized that even with the Huitian Pill, she could not save the old man with a peaceful face in front of her.
Her fifth senior brother is really gone!
The dark clouds in the distance drew closer, and the sky seemed heavy, swirling across the pale sky like thick ink smudged across rice paper, spreading and scattering wantonly. But even as the clouds approached, the surroundings remained calm, without a breath of wind, just like the silence before Lingxiang's eyes.
Just then, a rustling sound was heard, particularly piercing in the silence. Following the sound, a figure huddled beside a crimson pillar in the corridor outside the Wuji Hall.
It’s Ophiopogon japonicus!
Lingxiang's pupils constricted immediately, and she stood up suddenly, holding the hairpin and rushing towards Maidong with an indignant look on her face. But just as she reached Maidong, she stopped her hand, which was about to fall.
Maidong, standing before him, had a bloodstained face, her hair disheveled, and her clothes stained with dust and mud, like a beggar at the foot of a mountain. She looked as if she had witnessed something horrific, her face filled with panic, her mouth mumbling incoherently.
Maidong's hands were covered in blood. She kept digging at her hands, leaving her flesh and bones visible. However, she seemed to be unaware of the pain and just tore at the wounds on her hands.
Lingxiang's heart tightened, and her expression was not as ferocious as before. She squatted in front of Maidong, holding back her tears, and tried to force Maidong's hands open, but she couldn't separate them no matter what.
“It’s not me…it’s not me…”
"I didn't... I didn't..."
Maidong kept whispering, tears streaming down his face, but his eyes were always wide open, with bloodshot veins clearly visible and frighteningly red. His whole body was shaking constantly, like a lone seedling in a strong wind, lonely and helpless.
Lingxiang even knew that what was happening now was not what Maidong wanted, but even though she knew this, she could not face it calmly, and could not even say a word of comfort. However, Maidong's condition made Lingxiang heartbroken.
After an unknown amount of time, the tears on Lingxiang's face had dried up. She suddenly grabbed Maidong's shoulders angrily and shook her violently as if to vent her anger.
"It's not your fault! It's not your fault!"
Lingxiang growled, as if venting her unwillingness, and tears gathered again and dripped...
Perhaps because he heard Lingxiang's voice, Maidong raised his head blankly and looked at her, staring at her motionlessly. After a long time, he suddenly tilted his head and revealed a strange smile.
"Oh? Really? It's really not her fault?"
Hearing Maidong speak, Lingxiang suddenly looked up and looked at Maidong in disbelief, but when Lingxiang saw her eyes, she immediately understood.
"Yinhua! It's you!"
At that moment, clouds rolled in from the horizon, swirling around Kuncheng Peak. Thunder roared, and the sky seemed to have cracked. A tornado suddenly formed from the clouds, like a tentacle, twisting and extending, descending directly onto Kuncheng Peak.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew, dust flew, and a foul odor filled the air between the clouds.
Wild roars came from the wind, echoing among the clouds, as if they were evil spirits in purgatory, roaring wildly in hell.
Soon, black shadows flew out from the dark clouds and fell straight to the earth.
It's the demon clan!
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