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Chapter 318: Zhao Ming's Death and Dark Clouds Arrive

The mountain protection formations on the peaks of Jiuque Mountain collapsed one after another. The glass-like magic shield formed by the mountain formation had gaps that spread little by little, and fell down in the air like burnt rice paper.

Those falling spiritual essences fluttered like snowflakes, flying and melting.

The entire training ground was silent. Everyone present was astonished, as if they had forgotten the unusual collapse of the training ground. They either reached out curiously to catch the falling spiritual essence, or looked around and marveled at the sight.

In the sky over the west room, dark clouds were coming closer and closer, and a rainstorm was about to come.

Lingxiang was extremely anxious and she ran hard towards the Wuji Palace not far away.

The mountain guarding formation was set up by Master Zhaoming by combining the weapon formation and the magic formation. Although it was more reliable than a single formation, it could not eliminate the defects of each. Now that the formation was broken, it could only mean that Master Zhaoming, who set up the formation, had a problem.

Lingxiang knew this very well, so she did not dare to stop for a moment. However, when she arrived, she was stunned by the scene in front of her.

Outside the majestic Wuji Palace, disciples were lying in all directions, some unconscious, some groaning in pain, and among them were many of the elders' favorite disciples.

Their cultivation is above Lingxiang's. What kind of person has such ability to injure them so seriously?

Lingxiang checked their injuries along the way, but found that their injuries were all caused by gravity.

Could it really be Ophiopogon japonicus?
Although Maidong looks delicate and cute, her extraordinary strength is well known to everyone in the Yuanqing Sect. Things that ordinary men cannot move are easy for her to move.

Many disciples were seriously injured, but Lingxiang only gave a cursory investigation and then rushed towards the main hall.

The most important thing now is Master Zhaoming. Lingxiang had seen this scene in the Dust-peek Mirror before, but the Dust-peek Mirror did not show the collapse of the mountain formation, and the destruction of the mountain formation made Lingxiang think of the worst.

Could it be that Master Zhao Ming has already...

Lingxiang searched woodenly until she saw the green figure lying on the ground in front of the Wuji Palace. That sturdy figure was...

"Senior Brother Zhao Ming!"

Lingxiang rushed forward and with great effort turned the body of Master Zhaoming over from the pool of blood. However, the black hole on Master Zhaoming's chest made Lingxiang fall into despair again.

"Senior Brother Zhaoming!" Lingxiang's vision suddenly became blurred, but she forced herself not to let the tears fall. She stubbornly felt for Master Zhaoming's pulse, but could not find even the slightest pulse.

Hot and wet blood flowed down, staining Lingxiang's green dress. She looked blankly at Master Zhaoming's bloodless face, and suddenly realized that the man lying in front of her would never glare at her again.

"pat...pat..."

Lingxiang looked dazed, but tears were streaming down her face like a flood dam bursting, falling on her dress and sinking into the wetness that was spreading straight up. She plucked Master Zhaoming's long beard woodenly, hoping that Master Zhaoming could still sit up with a stern face and scare her like he did when she was a child, then hug her in his arms with a smile and sweep his long beard across her face.

However, all this will never come true again. Her senior brother, her hypocritical fifth senior brother will never be like that again!

Lingxiang suddenly felt that she really could not do anything. Even if she realized the prophecy of enlightenment, she would still be unable to do anything. A feeling of powerlessness suddenly arose in her heart, spreading wildly like poison.

She raised her hand and pulled off the hairpin on her head. Her fingers were clenched, her knuckles were blue and white, and she was tightly holding the beads on it. But when she saw the black hole in Master Zhaoming's chest, she realized that even with the Huitian Pill, she couldn't save the old man with a peaceful face in front of her. Her fifth brother was really gone!
The dark clouds in the distance were getting closer and closer. The sky was heavy and rolling in the pale sky, like heavy ink on rice paper, spreading and spreading wantonly. But even though the dark clouds were approaching, the surroundings were still calm, without a trace of wind, just like the silence in front of Lingxiang's eyes.

At this moment, a sound came, rustling, particularly harsh in the silence. Following the sound, a figure huddled beside a scarlet pillar in the corridor outside the Wuji Palace.

It’s Ophiopogon japonicus!
Lingxiang's pupils shrank immediately, and she stood up suddenly, holding the hairpin and rushed towards Maidong with an indignant look. But just when she got to him, she stopped her hand that was about to fall.

Mai Dong in front of him had a bloody face, her hair was messy, and her clothes were stained with dust and mud, like a beggar at the foot of the mountain. She seemed to have seen something horrible, her face was panicked, and she kept mumbling, but no one knew what she was saying.

Maidong's hands were covered in blood. She kept digging at her hands. Her flesh and blood were blurred and her bones were visible, but she seemed to be unaware of the pain and just kept tearing the wounds on her hands.

Lingxiang's heart tightened, and her expression was not as ferocious as before. She squatted in front of Maidong, holding back her tears, and tried to forcefully pry Maidong's hands open, but she couldn't separate them no matter what.

"It's not me...it's not me..."

"I didn't... I didn't..."

Maidong kept whispering, tears streaming down his face, but his eyes were always wide open, with bloodshot veins clearly visible and frighteningly red, and his whole body was shaking constantly, like a lone seedling in a strong wind, lonely and helpless.

Lingxiang even knew that what was happening now was not what Maidong wanted, but even though she knew this, she could not face it calmly, and she could not even say a word of comfort. However, Maidong's condition made Lingxiang heartbroken.

It was unknown how much time had passed, but the tears on Lingxiang's face had dried up. She suddenly grabbed Maidong's shoulders angrily and shook her violently as if to vent her anger.

"It's not your fault! It's not your fault!"

Lingxiang growled, as if venting her unwillingness, and her tears gathered again and dripped...

Perhaps he heard Lingxiang's voice, Maidong raised his head blankly and looked at her, staring at her motionlessly. After a long time, he suddenly tilted his head and revealed a strange smile.

"Oh? Really? It's really not her fault?"

Hearing Maidong speak, Lingxiang suddenly looked up and looked at Maidong in disbelief, but when Lingxiang saw her eyes, she immediately understood.

"Yinhua! It's you!"

At this moment, the clouds in the sky rolled in and circled over Kuncheng Peak. A loud thunder exploded, and the sky seemed to have leaked. A tornado suddenly formed in the clouds, like a tentacle, twisting and stretching out, and descending directly to Kuncheng Peak.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind, dust was flying, and a foul odor filled the air between the clouds.

Wild roars came from the wind, echoing among the clouds, as if the evil spirits in purgatory were roaring wildly in hell.

Soon, black shadows emerged from the dark clouds and fell straight to the earth.

It's a demon!
(End of this chapter)