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"It's bad, Master! It's bad, Master!"

A disciple stumbled in and seeing the sect leader was like seeing his reborn parent.

"What's the matter? Why are you so flustered?"

The sect leader frowned in displeasure as he looked at the disciple who rushed into his main hall in a hurry.

When the disciple saw the sect leader, he knelt down, pointed outside the hall tremblingly, his face pale.

"Master, this is not good."

This is not good, that is not good, they are always complaining about it. Those who know something has happened think that something has happened, but those who don’t think they are taking turns to attend the funeral.

"Who's not well?"

The sect leader patiently pressed his brows and motioned for the disciple to continue.

The disciple took a deep breath and then shouted, "Mu Ming, it's Senior Brother Mu Ming, he, he's in trouble!"

"If something happens...what did you say?!"

The sect master stood up suddenly, and the powerful pressure made his disciple spit out blood. Realizing that his spiritual energy was leaking, the sect master came to his senses and restrained his breath.

The disciple wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and reported to the sect leader what had just happened word for word.

"I was sweeping the Changming Hall, and everything was fine. But, but suddenly, one of the ever-burning lamps went out."

Frightened by the Sect Master's look, the disciple quickly quickened his speech: "The disciple hurried forward to check, and then he saw that the lamp corresponded to Senior Brother Mu Ming."

The sect leader said "hmm". He did not doubt the disciple's words at all.

In the Changming Hall are the life tablets of the inner sect and talented disciples of the Futu Sect, as well as the elders.

Each of the lamps represents a monk.

When the light is on, the person is alive; when the light goes out, the person is dead.

As long as people are alive, the light will be on.

Now that Mu Ming's lamp is out, he must be dead.

“Someone actually dared to sneak into my Futu Sect and kill my disciples.

Go, inform the chief elder and ask him to come to Mu Ming Cave Mansion."

Whoever is his disciple can claim the body. Mu Ming is not his disciple, so it is naturally not his turn to collect the body.

The sect leader was speaking to his disciples, and in just a moment, his figure disappeared from the spot.

Ming Fan and his companions had dealt with Mu Ming and were running wildly in the Futu Sect.

"How are you?"

Ming Fan looked at Lin Wanshu and the others beside him.

Lin Wanshu nodded, gave Mingfan a reassuring smile, and indicated that she was fine.

Rong Hua and Xiao Yunyang pursed their lips. The aura in their bodies was disordered, which was not good.

"there."

Le Shan pointed to a remote mountain range east of Futu Sect and motioned Ming Fan and the others to follow quickly.

In the Picture of Ten Thousand Monsters, Fa Qing taught him the two ways of Fu and Xuan, and he is now adept at observing the celestial phenomena and determining his fortune.

As for Ming Fan, she doesn't have luck, so the safest way now is to follow Le Shan.

The five of them headed east and rushed into the mountains without a second thought.

Just as they stood still, the invisibility talismans on their bodies expired.

The group walked further inside. The mountain was covered with lush vegetation, but even more wild grass. It seemed to be a sparsely populated area in the Futu Sect.

Ming Fan gathered his spiritual energy and began to set up the formation in a hurry.

She is not much better off than Rong Hua and the others now. Her breath is disordered, but her face is calm and composed, she is just trying hard to hold on.

The thunder tribulation that they had previously avoided in the Map of Ten Thousand Demons has now come to them.

Every thunder that is supposed to strike will be struck.

After all, although Ming Fan and the others have improved their realm, they have not experienced the tribulation of thunder, so their realm is superficial and cannot be taken seriously.

Besides, all disciples of large sects have things like fate tablets to predict life and death. When she took action, she had already anticipated that Mu Ming's death would be noticed by the people of Futu Sect at the first time.

By then, the entire Futu Sect will be under blockade, and considering their current situation, it will be extremely difficult to leave here.

Since I can't run away, I might as well not run.

This wave of reverse operations was proposed by Ming Fan.

They decided to survive the thunder tribulation in Futu Sect, right under the noses of this group of people!

Although it is risky...but isn't it risky enough?

Thinking of this, Ming Fan and the others felt extremely relieved.

After all, once they leave the Futu Sect, they still have to hurriedly find a place to transcend the tribulation.

They are unfamiliar with Zedu Continent, and it would be even more troublesome if they get into any new trouble.

In comparison, they are more familiar with the Futu Sect. It is better to be more familiar with it, because only when they are more familiar with it can they show their talents.

……

"Sect Master! Sect Master, something bad has happened!"

The veins on the sect leader's forehead jumped. This was getting worse day by day. It would be no good if they kept nagging at him. Sooner or later, something bad would happen to him!

"What's the matter again?"

The sect leader pressed his forehead and signaled the disciple who came to report to speak quickly.

"In the east, on the Wujin Mountain in the east, there are thunders gathering!"

"Thunder from the sky?" The sect leader paused what he was doing. How could thunder from the sky appear out of nowhere?

Is it...

Thinking of this, the sect leader nodded to indicate that he understood, and asked his disciples to leave first.

There is a legend that the Golden Crow stopped at the Wujin Mountain of their Futu Sect.

What is Golden Crow? Golden Crow is a divine bird!

A place where the three-legged golden crow can live has been regarded as auspicious since ancient times.

Moreover, in this kind of precious land, treasures will surely emerge in the next thousand years.

Therefore, since the founding of the Futu Sect, successive sect leaders have inherited the important task of protecting Wujin Mountain.

Disciples are never allowed to enter Wujin Mountain without permission.

Over time, it slowly turned into a barren mountain within the Futu Sect.

By the time of the clan leader's generation, the country was even more neglected and in an extremely chaotic state.

Now there is movement on the Wujin Mountain which has been silent for a long time.

Now, a gorgeous misunderstanding completely formed between Ming Fan and Futu Sect.

The sect leader concealed his excitement, stretched out his hand, grabbed in the air, took out an object from his storage ring and threw it into the air.

The magic weapon in the air was infused with spiritual power and began to rotate. The master clapped his hands in the air, and the surrounding space twisted. After a moment, dots of light gathered on the magic weapon, forming a human figure.

"Who dares to hurt my disciple?"

A sinister voice sounded from outside the door, followed by an old man in a crane robe who walked in.

When the old man saw the clan leader, he bowed quickly.

"I have met the Sect Master."

The sect leader seemed not to hear it and just stared at the human soul on the magic weapon. After a moment, the human soul finally became more solid.

That human soul was none other than Mu Ming.

"If this sect master had not arrived in time, your beloved disciple would have died long ago."

The sect leader said this and threw the magic weapon to the old man.

"Someone, seal off the Futu Sect!"

He rushed over as soon as possible, but he didn't expect that the murderer could do it so cleanly.

If he hadn't used the secret method, he wouldn't have been able to bring back even Mu Ming's soul.

"Master, please make the decision for this old disciple!"

As the old man in the crane robe spoke, he made a gesture to kneel down.

The clan leader supported the man, his eyes full of murderous intent: "Of course."

The tragic death of a disciple and the tragic death of a disciple within the sect are two clearly two different concepts.

For the sake of the sect's prestige, he would dig three feet into the ground to find the person who killed Mu Ming in order to appease the people.

His Futu Sect does not allow provocation! This is the face of a big sect.

"You bring his soul back, and I hope he can wake up."