"Uncle Master, you are finally back. Master told me to stay here and as soon as I see you coming back, I will ask you to go to the conference center immediately. The people from the sect are waiting for you."
When the person who was speaking saw Feng Mian, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and almost trotted forward to explain what had happened.
"This incident is a big deal. I don't know who Changsheng Sect and Qingping Temple offended. All the old guys in the two sects died. Many disciples in the sect also died, and..."
At this point, the middle-aged man with a long beard showed a very strange look on his face and continued:
"Those two sects were struck by lightning. According to the surviving disciples, the lightning seemed to have eyes and specifically targeted these two sects for more than two hours. These two sects were originally forces that had existed for thousands of years, but now they are completely destroyed!"
The once magnificent building has now become a ruin and scorched earth, and those disciples have been burned to charcoal. It is so heartbreaking that anyone who hears about it will cry!
The old man's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide: "It's so serious, but it's already like this, those old guys are dead, why are there still disciples alive?"
The middle-aged man shook his head. "How would I know? There were only 27 people from the two sects who survived, and the remaining several hundred people were all dead. Now the entire cultivation world is discussing this matter. No one knows what happened, and all the sects are in danger."
After all, this is a power that can easily wipe out two sects. Who wouldn't be afraid of it
You have to know that such a thing has never happened before. All the sects are aware of each other's strength. Suddenly an unknown figure pops up, and he is so cruel and ruthless, which really makes people panic.
The old man smacked his lips, feeling a little nervous, and didn't dare to say anything more.
Although Feng Mian had a premonition that something big had happened, he still never expected it to be so serious.
And...Choshomon and Keiheiji, why do these two names sound familiar
Mingyue, who was standing next to him, suddenly woke up and thought of someone: Lu Wan.
Before Lu Wan left, she said that she was going to end the cause and effect, but Mingyue really didn't expect it to be so drastic!
And is Lu Wan so strong? It shouldn't be!
Mingyue subconsciously touched the jade bracelet on her wrist, feeling a little confused.
At this time, Feng Mian turned his head and suddenly said, "Miss Yue, you seem to have discovered something?"
Mingyue was stunned. She didn't expect him to be so perceptive, but she didn't intend to tell him about Lu Wan.
She shook her head: "I just felt that these two places sounded familiar, and then I remembered that these were the two sects that planned the Jiang family's luck-changing formation. I didn't find anything else."
Upon hearing this, the old man clapped his hands as if he had suddenly realized something, and sighed, "It seems that those who do too much evil will eventually perish. No wonder they were wiped out after doing so many unscrupulous things!"
"Jiang family, luck-changing formation." Feng Mian muttered to himself while tapping the hilt of the peach wood sword regularly.
Feng Mian had some confusion in his eyes. He had clearly calculated that the evil spirits of the Jiang family had returned to the right track and no one had escaped. So why...
Is there another variable
A hint of interest flashed in Feng Mian's eyes, and things seemed to be getting more and more interesting.
He turned his head and said, "Let's go to the conference center first. If Miss Yue is willing, you can go with me."
Mingyue was naturally very happy, and she was also very curious about what had happened.
Then the three of them used the teleportation scroll again and finally arrived at the conference center of the cultivation world.
The old man's face turned a little green. He looked at Mingyue as if he was a bandit, with an expression that showed he was angry but couldn't say anything.
The conference center of the cultivation world is located in a small county town. It looks quite similar to a conference room in the secular world, except that the people sitting here are dressed more weirdly than each other.
There were women wearing Hanfu, women wearing late Qing Dynasty costumes, men carrying Tang swords, big men with bare chests, voluptuous girls with tattoos all over their bodies, old men with gray hair, etc. It looked a bit like they were in a COSPLAY experience hall. However, everyone's faces were very ugly at this time. They got better when they saw Feng Mian. They stood up to greet him and said:
"Mian Lao, you are finally here. What do you think about this matter?"
"This incident is really too bad. We can't let that force escape like this. Otherwise, we don't know which sect will be destroyed next."
"But Changshengmen and Qingping Temple were tragically wiped out, and the survivors only knew that they were struck by lightning. We have no idea what happened, let alone who did it. This is a difficult task!"
"Mian Lao is best at fortune-telling and setting up formations. I'll have to trouble you to help with this matter!"
"Yes, Mr. Mian..."
It can be seen that Feng Mian has a very high status and everyone is convinced of him.
Feng Mian ignored them. After taking his seat, he waved to Mingyue and said softly, "Miss Yue, come and sit down."
The room suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Mingyue.
Even Mingyue, who was always thick-skinned, felt a little uncomfortable at this moment. She felt that Feng Mian must have done it on purpose.
Mingyue couldn't help but twitch her lips: "No need, I'll just stand."
Feng Mian didn't force it, he just closed his eyes, looking like he was resting.
But who doesn't know he's blind? He clearly doesn't intend to make a move.
The white-haired old woman sitting in the highest seat frowned and looked at the bright moon carefully. After a while, her eyes lit up.
"Brother Feng, she is the savior, right?" Although the old woman was asking, her words were clearly full of certainty.
Feng Mian opened his dark eyes, nodded and smiled: "It's true that nothing can be hidden from Xiao Lingling!"
The old woman's voice was mixed with disappointment: "I haven't seen you for so many years. Brother Feng is still in his prime, but I'm so old now. No one has called me Little Bell for a long time. It's been a long time since we last met!"
"What's the point of living long? If you can't find a way to be liberated, you'll just be struggling!" Feng Mian showed a self-deprecating look on his face.
The old woman also sighed and stopped talking.
The two of them were obviously the highest-ranking people here. When they were talking, everyone else remained absolutely silent.
It was not until they stopped communicating that the others rushed to speak again:
"Master Mian, we really need your help in this matter. Apart from you, we can't think of anyone else who has this ability."
"Yes, Master Mian, even if it's just for the sake of ascending to heaven, why don't you tell me the divination?"
"We don't necessarily have to be enemies with that force. We just need to know why it does this, or what their situation is."
"Mian Lao..."
(End of this chapter)