The main hall of the Cangmo Sect's residence.

Crash!

In a corner of the main hall, there was a sound of falling water, ding-dong-dong. It was a small and exquisite rockery, placed on a huge tray, and was very delicately maintained. It was obvious that someone was taking care of it on a daily basis.

In front of the rockery, there was a wooden table. In front of the wooden table, there was a tall figure standing. He had a good figure proportion and was wearing a black robe with gold threads. He was extremely luxurious and had a sense of grace.

Just a back view gave people a sense of elegance. This was a man.

Click-click-click...

and this person's arms seemed to be swinging gently, and at the same time, the sound of scissors kept ringing, and a little bit of branches kept flying out and falling.

Looking closely, there were pots of extremely moving flowers in full bloom on the wooden table, as well as some green orchids, all of which were very precious.

It was obvious that the man in the black robe with gold threads was trimming the flowers and plants, giving people a sense of tranquility and leisure, as if it were an ink painting.

Soon, the clacking sound stopped, and the man's swinging arms also stopped. Then a voice with a hint of magnetism sounded.

"Flowers are like beauties, delicate and weak. They need to be cherished and cared for at all times, so that they can be graceful and graceful."

There was a hint of appreciation in this voice, as if he had moved aside a little, and suddenly a pot of gorgeous and beautiful flowers that were trimmed to perfection appeared and bloomed.

The figure in the black robe with golden silk stood quietly, as if admiring his masterpiece.

Suddenly!

"Master!!"

A heavy voice with shock and incredibleness suddenly came from far away, and a figure as tall as a mountain rushed into the hall, with a surging breath all over his body, stirring the void, and a martial arts robe fluttering, extremely powerful, a golden human god at the peak!

After the tall figure rushed into the hall, he immediately knelt on one knee. Just as he was about to speak, he seemed to remember something, but suddenly his face turned pale, and a strong regret appeared in his eyes. Even his tall body was shaking slightly.

"Qiu Shan, how many years have you followed this sect?"

The voice of the man in the black robe with gold silk on his back sounded, very calm.

"Reply, reply to the sect master! It's been almost fifty years!"

Qiu Shan trembled, but still hurried to speak!

"Then do you know what will happen if you disturb this sect's flower viewing?"

The magnetic and calm voice floated again!

"I understand! Those who disturb the sect master's flower viewing... cut off one arm!!"

Qiu Shan gritted his teeth and spoke, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, and his right palm was raised, turning into a palm blade, and slashed directly towards the shoulder of his right arm!

Just a back figure and a sentence made Qiu Shan cut off his arm without hesitation, which shows how terrible the accumulated power of this man in the black robe with gold silk is!

Even if Qiu Shan is already a peak golden human god, he dare not disobey in the slightest.

Whoosh!

But the next moment, Qiu Shan felt a flash in front of his eyes, and at the same time, his right hand that was about to cut his left arm was suddenly caught!

The man in the golden black robe actually stopped Qiu Shan from cutting his arm.

And because of this, the man in the golden black robe finally revealed his true face. He had a fair face and looked about thirty years old. He was handsome, especially his eyes, which were deep, like two black holes, making people dare not look directly at him.

His temperament was even more extraordinary. He was the kind of person you would see first in the crowd!

It must be said that this was a very charming man!

This person was the leader of the Cangmo Sect... Meng Qiuhuai!

Meng Qiuhuai's right hand that blocked Qiu Shan's palm was also very fair. If you look closely, even his nails were perfectly trimmed, and they looked better than women's hands.

"Qiu Shan, you have always been steady and steady, and you never overstepped the boundaries. But today is the first time you have lost your composure like this. I think something big must have happened! In a hurry, it is understandable, and there is no need to break your arm."

While speaking, Meng Qiuhuai let go of Qiu Shan's palm and smiled lightly.

Qiu Shan was suddenly very excited!

"But..."

Puff! !

Qiu Shan's body trembled suddenly, his face turned pale, and he uttered a muffled groan. A large piece of flesh and blood on his left shoulder had disappeared!

The flesh and blood was now on Meng Qiuhuai's palm!

He dug it out alive!

"Rules are rules, and you will be punished if you break them."

"Qiu Shan, what do you think?"

Holding the flesh and blood, Meng Huaiqiu still smiled, with a warm face, which immediately gave people a strange sense of horror!

"Thank you, Master, for showing mercy!"

Qiu Shan hurriedly spoke, extremely terrified and grateful!

"Yeah."

Meng Huaiqiu nodded slowly, then turned around and threw his right hand. The fresh flesh and blood flew to the wooden table and fell to the roots of the pot of flowers that had just been trimmed, soaking up.

"Fresh flesh and blood will make the flowers bloom more beautifully and more gorgeously."

Meng Huaiqiu sighed softly with a hint of tenderness, and then turned back. Incredibly, his right hand became clean without any blood stains, and it was white and perfect.

"Okay Qiu Shan, what happened?"

Meng Huaiqiu's voice was still magnetic.

"Reporting to the Sect Master! In the Soul Tablet Hall, the soul tablet of Elder Huang Yangyun, one of the eight great heavenly kings of our sect, suddenly shattered not long ago!!" After

these words, Meng Huaiqiu, who was originally smiling, finally fixed his eyes!

Ten breaths later.

In the Soul Tablet Hall of the Cangmo Sect, in front of the altar, Meng Huaiqiu stood quietly with his hands behind his back, looking at the broken soul tablet with a pair of black hole-like eyes!

Inside, a ray of light flickered endlessly, very weak!

"Huang Yangyun, one of the eight great heavenly kings of the previous generation!"

Meng Huaiqiu spoke softly, but a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes.

“A character who can be called a treacherous hero! But the most important thing is that he is not from Moyunzhou, but from other states, from the Cangmo Sect!”

“It is said that the reason why Moyunzhou established a sect branch was because of his relationship!”

“But later he disappeared mysteriously. The sect inferred that he was most likely to go to the Dakong Demon Burial!”

“For a long time, the soul tablet has been intact, which means that he is not dead, but now he suddenly died...”

“The Cangmo Sect... Huang Yangyun... Dakong Demon Burial...”

Meng Huaiqiu’s eyes flickered slightly, and when he mentioned “the Cangmo Sect”, his eyes suddenly became full of terrible ambitions!

“Has he been trapped in the Dakong Demon Burial before? Lingering on? But finally reached his limit?”

As thoughts surged, Meng Huaiqiu pointed out with one finger, and twisted out a faint light from the broken soul tablet, like a star that was about to dim.

"The Soul Remembrance Technique... can only be performed by those who have reached the Great Perfection of the Transcendent Soul Saint!"

Meng Huaiqiu could see that this was one of the Cangmo Sect's unique secret techniques, but it had extremely high requirements and could see some of the deceased's life scenes. He immediately placed the ball of light on his forehead, and the power of his soul poured into it.

The next moment, a blurry picture appeared in his mind!