At the intersection of the torture chamber, the little golden-scaled snake repeated its old trick, crawling into the crack in the ground and opening the mechanism from the inside.
Lu Bei strode in wearing the Qingshui Sect's long gown, looking very matter-of-fact. If you didn't know him, you would think he was really a disciple of the Qingshui Sect.
Seeing that no one was dealing with the corpse on the ground, he felt relieved. He didn't care whether the turtle demon cultivator in the prison had left or not. He picked up a long sword and walked towards the back hall.
Unable to find the teleportation array and the exit, Lu Bei secretly thought that it was troublesome. He came to the two corpses ambushed by the golden-scaled snake, activated the mechanism, and walked into the stone path illuminated by the luminous beads.
His intuition told him that this road was most likely the exit, but the biggest possibility was that it led directly to the Qingshuimen lair.
This lair is different from the previous traps. He has found the enemy's retreat!
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Deep in the underground ruins, huge stone formations cover the ground, and ice-blue spiritual veins crisscross and converge from all directions along the stone routes.
In the center, Zhao Xiayang presided over the formation. Under his instructions, the disciples opened the blood mechanism one by one.
"Master, Mr. Wang is missing. We have searched almost every part of the underground palace but couldn't find him." A tall and thin disciple stepped forward quickly, half-knelt on the ground and apologized.
"Let's go find him. The only thing missing from the four bloodline mechanisms is his fox blood. We'll have to dig him out even if we dig three feet into the ground."
Zhao Xiayang snorted coldly. The ruins were separated by a desolate place and could only be entered and exited through a teleportation formation. A fox this big couldn't fly out even with wings, so how could it be impossible to not find it.
The tall and thin disciple took the order and left. Zhao Xiayang continued to preside over the formation. It was unknown what he was thinking about. His already gloomy face looked even more creepy under the blue light of the spiritual vein.
At this time, hurried footsteps came from the darkness, and the pace slowed down when they arrived in front of the formation.
Ten people in black clothes and masks stood in a row. Although their number was far less than the hundreds of Qingshuimen disciples who drew their swords on the opposite side, everyone's mask was stained with blood, and the cold light of the sword was dazzling, and their momentum was not weaker at all.
"Hmph, Xuanyinsi!"
Zhao Xiayang looked at the ten people expressionlessly and said, "Ten small fry dare to come and die. I want to see if you, the lackeys of Wu Zhou, are really as the outside world says. You won't even cry out in pain when your tendons and bones are pulled out."
Xuanyinsi, also known as the Black-clothed Yamen, was a military organization of the Wu Zhou Dynasty. It was mainly engaged in intelligence gathering, arrest, interrogation and other activities, and was directly responsible to the Wu Zhou emperor.
Because their one-stop service of arrest, interrogation and conviction was arrogant and bad, and they would not be removed from the shelves due to negative reviews or complaints, the people of Wu Zhou were terrified of them, and even the royal family avoided them.
In addition to the territory of Wu Zhou, the Xuanyinsi also secretly operated in neighboring countries, involving espionage, assassination, rebellion, subversion of the regime, etc., and almost covered all the capable and incapable tasks on its own.
What is quite ironic is that the place where Xuanyinsi has infiltrated the most is not other countries, but the Huangji Sect, which is known as "As long as Huangji falls, Wu Zhou will not be destroyed."
Because Huangjizong had a profound influence on the Wu Zhou regime, a strange situation of mutual infiltration formed between the two.
If there is a death soldier from the Xuanyin Division who is undercover in the Huangji Sect, and he is sent to the Xuanyin Division as an undercover agent because of his loyalty, and finally reveals his identity, and it turns out that he was an inner disciple of the Huangji Sect from the beginning, don't be alarmed, the water of the internal strife in the Wu Zhou Dynasty is just that muddy.
Luo Ban, one of Zhu Ting's personal guards, used to work in the Xuanyin Division. His main job was intelligence and assassination. Once he was ordered to protect Zhu Ting's safety, and was appreciated by him and was dug out from the Xuanyin Division.
Of course, it is hard to say whether Luo Ban really succeeded in changing his job, or Xuanyinsi intentionally placed him next to Zhu Ting, or whether he was actually a disciple of Huangji Sect.
Lu Bei didn't know about this and was too lazy to think about it. He only knew that Luo Ban came from Xuanyinsi, the largest intelligence agency in Wu Zhou, and he passed the news of Qingqian's royal tomb on.
Afterwards, these ten men in black appeared as uninvited guests.
10 vs 100+
The battle is about to begin.
Zhao Xiayang was in no hurry to take action. He asked his disciples to hold their ground and looked into the darkness. "Don't hide. These ten people are quite capable, but I don't believe they can get here unscathed. There's no point in hiding. Come out and die!"
As soon as the words fell, applause rang out in the darkness.
The middle-aged scholar, who was determined by Lu Bei to be in an unclear camp, led five people out and stood in front of the ten men in black. He bowed and smiled and said, "Xuan Yin Si, Qing Wei, Chu He, and Sect Leader Zhao, how are you?"
"It's so funny. This is the first time I heard that the dead in Xuanyinsi have names."
Zhao Xiayang sneered and said coldly, "Let's not waste any more time. Since we have been targeted by your Xuanyin Division, I, Qingshui Sect, have no intention of letting this go. Today, either you die or I die."
"It's all nonsense, but you can't say that! Sect Leader Zhao, we should say that every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. You are you, and Qingshui Sect is Qingshui Sect. How can we generalize?"
Chu He glanced at all the disciples, smiling: "Master Zhao is a remnant of Qingqian, a desperate man whose death is not a pity. Are you sure you want to die with him?"
The Qingshui Sect disciples remained unmoved and were determined to live and die with Zhao Xiayang.
Chu He smiled even more: "Don't rush to make a decision, treason will bring disaster to the three clans. Think about your parents, wives and children at home, and think carefully before you reply."
"Hahahaha, what did Zhao think was nonsense? Turns out it's just bullshit."
Before the disciples could react, Zhao Xiayang laughed loudly and pointed his sword at Chu He: "Put away your hypocritical face. The methods of Xuanyin Division are well known to everyone. It is for the sake of parents, wives and children. If you don't die today, everyone in Qingshui Sect will have trouble sleeping and eating."
As soon as Zhao Xiayang finished speaking, the disciples of Qingshui Sect became energized, and they were all full of murderous intent, looking at Chu He and others as if they were dead.
"If you still insist on doing this, you should be killed!"
Chu He sighed, then smiled bitterly and said, "You are not afraid of death, but I have no chance at all. Can you please ask Master Zhao to help a dying man like me understand why Qing Qian left behind such a large-scale spirit gathering formation?"
"Spirit Gathering Formation?!"
Zhao Xiayang said disdainfully: "I am just a small Qingwei, my vision is just so-so. As for what you want to do, I will burn paper and let you know on your death anniversary next year."
"Please show some mercy, Master Zhao. The Qingshui Sect has so many people and I can't see where to go. I just hope I can leave without any regrets."
"Stop pretending to be crazy and stupid here. I know what you are thinking. There is another minion of the Xuanyin Division here, right?"
"Master Zhao, you're worrying too much." Chu He shook his head.
"Even if you don't tell me, I know that this guy puts on an ugly face and pretends to be a servant of a demon cultivator. He thinks he is hiding very well, but he doesn't know that his tricks are all seen by my disciples." Zhao Xiayang sneered.
"And about this matter, what means did he use?" Chu He was surprised. He knew about Lu Bei and She Xuan, a couple of adults, but this was the first time he heard about Lu Bei being related to Xuan Yin Si.
"The flying knife he used is the Xuanyin Division's unique hidden weapon, how could it be fake?" Zhao Xiayang sneered again.
┴┤д0)！ ！
Behind the Qingshuimen brigade, Lu Bei, who was hiding in the corner eating melons, suddenly realized and thought that Luo Ban had misled him. No wonder the traps followed him everywhere, as if they were installed on him. It turned out that when he used the flying knife to blow up the giant python, he accidentally wore the vest of Xuanyinsi.
Opening the coffin and crying "Catch the thief" is an unjust accusation of a dead person.
God have pity on him, he is a little bit bad, but that is because he is forced to make a living and suffers from a poverty disease that can only be cured with money. He should be regarded as keeping to himself.
If you don't believe me, give him a chance to prove himself and let him wear it again. The requirements are not high, just the identity of the eldest son of the Wu Zhou royal family. He promises to benefit the world and use the two excellent models of Han Wen and Ming Xiao to spur himself.
Besides, the extent of his badness is very limited. The degree of bad men that women like is not even on the same level as Xuan Yinsi's badness. So why is it Xuan Yinsi
On this side, Lu Bei was secretly worried about the damage to his reputation, while on the other side, Chu He was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and explained to the friendly army who provided intelligence: "Master Zhao is really worrying too much. I don't know him, and he is not from the Xuanyin Division."
"Hmph, whatever you say, if Zhao believes even one word of it, you win."
The more Chu He explained, the more Zhao Xiayang believed in his idea, and said clearly: "Don't daydream. I'm not afraid to tell you that even if he got the information, it's useless. You can only enter but not leave this place. You are all fish in the cauldron, and no one can survive."
"Master Zhao is really..."
Chu He said with a headache: "Everything I said is true, that person is really not... Besides, he is not present, how can I get the information?"
"Still making excuses!"
At this time, the tall and thin disciple who was ordered to find Commander Wang led the team forward and came to Zhao Xiayang: "Master, don't waste your words with Wu Zhou's lackeys. He is just talking nonsense to get information. Master, look, who is the thief disguised as a disciple of my Qingshui Sect!"
After saying this, the tall and thin disciple waved his hand and pointed to the corner behind everyone.
Hundreds of strong men turned around, their eyes like wolves.