As dawn began, a helicopter slowly landed on the small square in front of the Wajia Village Ancestral Hall.

There is no way, the only place in the entire Wajia Village can lower a helicopter.

Four or five people got off the plane. After just looking around, everyone turned their eyes to the ancestral hall in front of them.

As the leader waved his hand, everyone carefully divided it into two sides and approached the ancestral hall.

"hiss…"

Looking at the mummies everywhere in the ancestral hall, the few people took a breath.

Several people checked the entire ancestral hall, looked at the head on the divine desk, and took another breath.

After carefully checking the mummy on the ground, someone said in surprise: "It seems that the corpse gas was directly removed! Who did this? He actually had such a method?"

"Ming Corpse Gate?" The leader frowned and said coldly: "This place is not too far from the Ming Corpse Gate. I'm afraid that only the Ming Corpse Gate can be found in such a method!"

The rest of the people nodded slowly. The Nether Corpse Sect was in the name of controlling corpses, but I was afraid that it would be impossible to get rid of this.

"Hmph, there are so many people. If Ming Lingzi really does this, then his Nether Corpse Sect will be over!" The leader said in a cold voice: "Even if that person doesn't take action, my guardian will definitely not tolerate him!"

"Search separately to see if there are any clues?"

Following the command of the leader, everyone scattered away.

But within two seconds, there was a discovery there.

Several people surrounded the divine case, looked at the bloody head above, looked at each other, and a trace of solemnity flashed in their eyes.

"Ming Lingzi?" The leader leaned over and took a closer look, and said in a lost voice.

"Ming Lingzi!" The person next to him nodded slowly, his face full of solemnity.

Just now, I said that the Nether Corpse Sect is good-looking, but now the head of the Nether Corpse Sect, Ming Lingzi, is here...

"Is it him?" The leader frowned, but his face was slightly happy, and said.

"I don't know..." The people next to him shook their heads gently. The person's temperament had changed a little from before, and no one could say whether he did it.

The leader took a breath and frowned and said, "He lost contact here, so it must be related here! You can report the news to the lord of the palace, and the others will search here; see if there are any clues?"

Several people responded, and then continued to search around.

"What? Where did Ming Lingzi die?"

Listening to the report, Yang's face moved slightly. After pondering for a while, he said in a deep voice: "No news about Fang Xiaonan?"

"No, so far, no trace of him has been found...but it seems that this matter should be related to him!" The leader replied: "And, there are obvious traces of fighting here, but there is still no contact!"

"Can you?" The Yang brow suddenly tightened and said in a cold voice: "You retreat immediately and wait for support!"

"Yes!" The leader was shocked and immediately waved: "Retreat!"

Less than half an hour after the helicopter left, a figure that seemed to be there and there appeared in front of the ancestral hall.

The figure looked like a ghost, and had been traveling through the ancestral hall for a while, and finally appeared, but it was a short old man with half of his shoulders missing.

"I didn't expect someone to come first! Humph!"

The old man's face was gray, his hair was white, his eyes were full of surprise and suspicion, and he murmured: "But he couldn't find the trace of that guy, only his spiritual energy was scattered, as if all traces were wiped out... Could it be that there is such an existence in the cultivation world?"

Suddenly the old man's face showed a ferocious face and laughed out loud: "Impossible... absolutely impossible. How could such an existence appear in the lower world? It should be just other ones... If this is true, I am in trouble, but luck has come!"

As soon as the words were finished, the old man's body suddenly became weak and slowly disappeared.

In the guard's mansion, Yang looked at the Cuigu Mountain man opposite him and said in a deep voice: "What's the situation?"

A slight sense of sweat appeared on the forehead of the Cuigu Mountain Man. He slowly opened his eyes, looked at the few copper coins on the ground in front of him, and shook his head with a wry smile: "Since he returned a few days ago, I have basically not been able to calculate his situation. This time it is even more messy and there is no information!"

Yang frowned slightly and said, "There is no news, so it is good news!"

"It means at least he is not dead!"

The man from Cuigushan nodded slowly and looked at Yang and said, "But, are you sure he made a mistake this time?"

"It is possible to make him lose contact, the Nether Corpse Sect does not have the ability to do this!" Yang said decisively.

The Cuigu Mountain Man took a light breath, hesitated for a moment, then showed a look of horror on his face, and said, "Are you talking about... Blood Demon Sect?"

"It's very likely!" Yang nodded slowly and said, "There are traces to follow in the Lingsha Hall, but the Blood Demon Sect has been silent since the downfall of the world. No patrol envoys from all over the country and Wu Zhensi have found any traces of them!"

"Ming Lingzi once made a pledge to be loyal to Fang Xiaonan; but now that he is dead, there is a problem with this pledge to be prone to be prolonged!"

"You mean... Ming Lingzi has already joined the Blood Demon Sect? This time the Blood Demon Sect took action?" Cuigushanren said with a serious face and said in a stern voice: "If he really has a problem and falls into the hands of the Blood Demon Sect, it will be a big problem!"

"what to do?"

Yang raised his eyebrows gently, stood up, and said, "Go!"

"Ah? Where to go?" Cuigushanren was stunned, then stood up in shock and said, "You want to take action?"

Two fighter jets soared into the sky and galloped towards Xiangxi, thousands of kilometers away.

The Cuigushanren sat in the back seat of the cabin and watched the white clouds flying away from the airport, and faintly felt dizzy; but they were still silent, just two breaths, so they got used to it.

This acceleration is not too easy for the supernatural realm.

However, the pilot sitting in front couldn't help but turn his head back from time to time, although he couldn't see it...

The superior suddenly asked the two to send them to Xiangxi at full speed, and they directly launched the fighter jets into airdrops. There was an old man who looked like he was seventy-year-old and eighty years old. This was too damn.

He has always doubted whether this old man would have a cerebral hemorrhage directly after this acceleration overload.

Fortunately, everything is normal at the moment, which makes him feel a little relieved; if he really dies directly, his mission will be considered a failure.

The fighter jet arrived in less than an hour before reaching the sky above Xiang@xi; the journey was safe and sound, and the old man behind seemed to be normal, and finally he felt at ease.

"The coordinates have been determined. After two minutes, you will arrive at your destination. Please prepare for the ejection...skydiving."

The two planes slowed down together and then cruised slowly at extremely slow speeds in mid-air.

"Are you ready?" Seeing that the ejection was about to be launched in half a minute, the pilot greeted carefully.

"No problem, you can do it anytime!" The voice behind was vigorous and powerful.

"Okay!" After hearing the voice, the pilot calmed down a lot.

"Get close to the destination and prepare for ejection!"

"Ten, nine, eight...ejection!"
Chapter completed!