Only the footsteps of the people echoed in the air.
"It is rumored that there are disciples guarding the mountain at the Longmen, and there are sacred beasts protecting the sect. Why is there nothing here?" Someone murmured.
Even Song Han looked like he had seen a ghost: "I don't know how many times I have come to this dragon gate. Could it be that the sect has been attacked by thieves?"
The others are disciples of handymen, and they are not allowed to go up the mountain according to the school rules.
But Song Han is the son of the punishment elder, so he naturally has the opportunity to enter the interior of Ling Xiaozong.
He Qianqian said lightly: "I'm afraid there is something wrong with the sect, let's call them all away. After all, even if there are no gatekeepers, who would dare to break into my Lingxiao sect?"
These words dispelled everyone's doubts.
That's right, they are now in Lingxiaozong!
They are the disciples of the largest sect in the world, and they are absolutely safe in this Lingxiao sect!
"Unfortunately, senior brother Su Qian disappeared again. I'm afraid he has gone back again and continued to bring the next batch of handyman disciples." Everyone sighed.
"Hmph, are you an outer disciple?" Song Han stepped into the gate.
This outer disciple looks good in the eyes of others, but to him, it is just a springboard.
It is naturally not allowed for the elders to recommend their relatives during the period when the Lingxiao Sect was first established.
It's just that, as time went by, more and more high-level officials of Lingxiaozong began to act like this, so no one cared about it anymore.
Song Han took the lead and walked to the front of the outer gate hall.
The door of the towering hall was locked tightly at this moment, and there was no sound at all.
"People! The sun hasn't set yet, hurry up and get us a pass certificate for outer disciples!" Song Han shouted loudly.
No one answered him.
Song Han looked up at the sky, and was suddenly taken aback for a moment.
In the sky, there seemed to be a cloud of fog, and the sun could not even fall.
This cannot be Longmen.
As one of the eight gates of Lingxiaozong, Longmen cannot be covered by fog, even if it is a divine master!
"Something's wrong" Song Han murmured, an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.
He Qianqian said coldly: "There is nothing to be afraid of. Could it be that in the majestic boundary of the Lingxiao Sect, there are still people who dare to harm us!"
She stretched out her hand and pushed the door open with one palm.
All the furnishings in the outer gate hall are the same as those in memory, but there is not a single person.
Song Han's eyes suddenly twitched, and his gaze fell on a corner of the hall.
There was a pool of blood there.
The surroundings were neat and clean, except that there was a pool of blood, and an arm was lying in the blood.
It's as if someone cleaned it up on purpose, but didn't clean it up.
"No, there must be something wrong here!" Song Han felt that his scalp was about to explode, and his body retreated violently.
Seeing this, the rest subconsciously stepped back even though they didn't know what happened.
Boom!
Someone hit something and made a dull noise.
The man hurriedly took a look, but saw that it was Su Qian, who was looking at everyone kindly.
"Senior Brother Su Qian, what happened to the Outer Gate Hall?" Song Han asked loudly.
Su Qian smiled and said: "Go in and have a look, you will know soon."
A handyman disciple shook his head and said: "Brother Su Qian, you should send me back to the handyman's courtyard, this place is too weird."
There is no one in the majestic Lingxiaozong hall!
Poof!
Su Qian still had a smile on his face, but his hand pierced directly into the heart of the handyman disciple.
He dug out his heart directly.
"Since you have come with me, you have to go to the end, and those who leave halfway must die!" Su Qian said coldly. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com