Destroy my Dantian and take away my holy body? I'll kill you all over the house

In the mountains and forests of Purple Spirit Island, thousands of disciples were stunned when they heard the sound of drums.

Reluctantly, he stopped his movements and hurried towards Bieyuan like a spark of fire.

Some disciples even missed a fatal blow at the critical moment of killing the alien beast. When the drum beat interrupted, the alien beast ran away, and all the water in the bamboo basket was empty.

Although the outer courtyard of the Bieyuan is much smaller than the Tianlei Pavilion campus on the Golden Summit of Xuanxiao Mountain, it can still easily accommodate several hundred people.

About an hour later, thousands of disciples gathered inside and outside the Ziling Island Villa.

Thousands of outer disciples could only wait outside the door to deliver the news. Only hundreds of inner disciples and more than a dozen direct disciples were qualified to enter the inner courtyard and see with their own eyes the major events announced by the elders.

In the hall of Bieyuan, only the seven great masters and their direct disciples were present.

More than ten direct disciples were sitting behind their respective masters.

The head of the pavilion, Xuanyuan Changqing, was buried low and his body was heaving, as if his mood was unstable.

The expressions of the other six elders were also wonderful.

There are those who are watching the excitement and don't mind it, and there are also those who are angry.

"Just now, law enforcement disciples discovered several corpses!"

Sima Hong's old face was cold and cold, and he glanced at the direct disciples present with dagger-like eyes, as if he was interrogating a prisoner.

For a time, the hall was in an uproar and there were many discussions.

"This means that someone has violated the sect rules and killed fellow sect members, which is a taboo in this sect competition!"

"I blatantly ignore the orders of the Pavilion Master. I'm afraid I don't want to hang out in Tianlei Pavilion anymore!"

"Who could this person be? Who is so ruthless?"

Yun Qian did not speak, but looked towards Zhou Xiaoyu and Yelu Qingyun.

The expressions of the two people were normal, but Yun Qian felt something unusual in his heart.

There seems to be someone missing among the direct disciples.

Xuanyuan Chun!

Could it be that Xuanyuan Chun...

Sima Hong's voice said angrily: "An hour ago, law enforcement disciples came to report that they had discovered the bodies of inner disciples Ye Siran and Li You!"

His eyes flickered, and he quickly scanned the more than ten direct disciples, catching clues on their faces.

"There is also Xuanyuan Chun's body!"

Sima Hong's voice was heavy. Although it was not loud, it made everyone stunned. It was hard to imagine that this was true.

Time seemed to pause, then exploded.

"What? The Young Pavilion Master Xuanyuan Chun was also killed?"

"This is the biggest disaster since the Tianlei Pavilion was established."

"Who doesn't have the guts to dare to kill the young pavilion master? Does he still want to join the sect again?"

"I'm afraid it's not a traitor sent by a rival sect. Such a person deserves to die!"

The buzzing discussions were getting more and more exciting.

They didn't notice that Xuanyuan Changqing's body was shaking at this moment, breathing heavily, and trying his best to restrain himself.

"Shut up, everyone!"

He roared violently, silencing the entire hall, and suddenly there was deathly silence.

All the elders and direct disciples looked at Xuanyuan Changqing eagerly.

The pain of losing a child is difficult for anyone to accept.

Xuanyuan Changqing was sixty years old. When he suddenly received bad news, it felt as if the sky had collapsed and he instantly aged ten years.

His eyes were dull and his body was flabby, as if his soul had been sucked out. He was sitting on a chair, lifeless.

"According to the new rules, those who kill fellow sect members should be put to death in a lurid manner!"

The words in his mouth jumped out one word after another, and every word was filled with unforgivable resentment.

Tianlei Pavilion is the head of the five major sects in Yuexun Kingdom. Since the establishment of the sect, there has never been such a major incident.

How ironic is it that the pavilion master's only son died in the sect competition?

"Who is the murderer?"

Han Lingbo also felt deep sympathy and asked solemnly.

The noisy voices in the hall suddenly fell silent.

Everyone looked at Xuanyuan Changqing eagerly, and Han Lingbo's question was what everyone wanted to know the most.

Xuanyuan Chun had just reached the middle stage of the Golden Core. What kind of person could kill him?

Everyone's eyes fell on the elders first. After all, the elders were the strongest and were all Nascent Soul masters. Killing Xuanyuan Chun was like squeezing an ant to death.

But the elders will not bully the small.

The direct disciples cast suspicious glances at each other again.

Apart from the elders, only the direct disciples have the strength to kill Xuanyuan Chun.

"Is Xuanyuan Chun really dead?" Yun Qian's expression was stunned.

I don't even know whether to be happy or sad.

After all, she didn't kill him with her own hands.

"The murderer is not known yet!"

Sima Hong's face was full of depression, and he had nowhere to use his strength: "So this sect competition ends early. Let's go back to Xuanxiao Mountain first, and then conduct further interrogation!"

Everyone secretly applauded.

It's really outrageous. Even if the young pavilion master is dead, the murderer is still living freely.

If word spreads, it will be enough to make the other four sects laugh for a year and a half.

Two hours later, thousands of sect disciples and pavilion masters and elders returned to the Xuanxiao Mountain campus.

In Xuanyuan Changqing's Xuanxiao Hall, the seven great masters and eleven direct disciples were seated again.

The reason why the interrogation location was changed from the Bieyuan to inside and outside Xuanxiao Hall was because the Seven Grand Masters considered that the complex terrain of Ziling Island would make it easy for the murderer to escape, and Xuanxiao Hall is located in the main altar of Tianlei Pavilion. Even if the murderer had a pair of wings, he would not be able to escape. It is also difficult to fly away.

The interrogation of thousands of disciples began immediately.

In the Xuanxiao Hall, the eleven disciples were interrogated by the seven great masters.

The hundreds of inner disciples at the entrance of the main hall were interrogated by the law enforcement hall masters of Six Pavilions and Xuanxiao Hall.

The thousands of outer sect disciples on the campus were interrogated by disciples from the Weishu Hall, Baicao Hall and other halls.

It's so strict that not even a mosquito can fly away.

"Who among you formed a team with Chun'er?"

As Xuanyuan Chun's uncle, Sima Hong took the role of chief judge without hesitation. He looked at the eleven direct disciples sitting on the left and right seats, and finally landed on Xu Mao, Jiang Chunjian, Yelu Qingyun, Zhou Xiaoyu, and Yang Shu. On the body.

Xuanyuan Changqing was so distraught that he no longer had the intention to do anything. He only wanted to know who the real murderer was and to see the murderer brought to justice.

Xu Mao looked panicked: "Back to the Fifth Elder, Junior Brother Xuanyuan originally formed a team with five of us, but Junior Brother Xuanyuan said that it would be ineffective for our six direct disciples to be in one place, so we divided into groups of three. Finally, Brother Yelu and Junior Sister Zhou followed Junior Brother Xuanyuan to Panshe Ridge, and Junior Brother Jiang and Junior Sister Yang and I have never seen Junior Brother Xuanyuan and the others again!"

"Yes!" Jiang Chunjian and Yang Shu nodded in unison.

Everyone turned to look at Zhou Xiaoyu and Yelu Qingyun.

Being stared at by pairs of eyes, Zhou Xiaoyu's face turned red and she lowered her head in shame: "We were the ones who harmed Senior Brother Xuanyuan. If we took him away together, maybe we wouldn't..."

"Girl, what did you just say?" Xuanyuan Changqing suddenly stood up from his seat and stepped forward to grab Zhou Xiaoyu's shoulders.

His hands were like iron pliers, neither light nor heavy, and he asked loudly as if he was crazy: "Did you hurt him? Tell me, how did you hurt my Chun'er?"

Xuanyuan Changqing's eyes were filled with bloody murderous intent.