Chapter 209: The Second Branch

"What's going on!" The deputy sect master of Wan Du Sect dispersed and shouted, instantly shaking the eldest disciple in front of him, causing him to finally stop talking nonsense.

However, although the disciple of Ten Thousand Poison Sect came back to his senses, his body was still trembling a little, and he unconsciously remembered what happened just now.

Just about a moment ago, he was looking through the bamboo slips in the front hall. The messenger bamboo slips are the magic weapon used by Wandu Sect to communicate between various strongholds, mines and sects. Bamboo slips for communication are more sophisticated than bamboo slips for communication, because bamboo slips for communication can not only convey sound messages, but also record images.

He was flipping through the pages, and suddenly several bamboo slips for messages flew in from outside at the same time. You don't need to look at it to know that these new bamboo slips must be reports of new situations in the mineral veins and strongholds in the area under the jurisdiction of your branch. However, this is the first time that several sect strongholds and mineral veins have reported the situation at the same time. It is a bit strange. Bizarre.

Out of curiosity, he picked up one of the newly flown bamboo slips and checked it. When he saw it, he was shocked.

A fellow disciple with a frightened face appeared in this bamboo slip, and he was constantly calling for help, as if he had encountered something extremely terrifying. Around him, more voices from his fellow disciples could be heard, but they were all cries of despair, without exception. However, this scene did not last even for a breath. The entire bamboo slips instantly dimmed. A palm that completely covered the entire scene condensed in the air, and then pressed down toward the ground instantly. With a loud noise that shook the sky, All human voices disappeared.

The scene ends here, and his hands holding the bamboo slips are already covered with sweat. However, before he could recover, many more bamboo slips flew in and landed on the desk in front of him.

He began to become more and more nervous and picked up a bamboo slip again to check.

In the picture this time, there was no shouting or whistling. There was no sound at all in the whole world. However, the corpses of the Ten Thousand Du Sect members were lying on the ground. Their blood dyed the grass completely red. Their broken bodies and limbs were scattered everywhere, making the world in the picture feel like hell.

"What...what is this!" A chill ran down his spine, and he couldn't believe what he saw. He tried hard to calm down his panic and picked up the third bamboo slip again.

"It's the Wuliang Sect, it's the people of the Wuliang Sect, the people of the Wuliang Sect are here to take revenge!" A hysterical voice came out when he opened the third bamboo slip. He recognized the fellow sect who was speaking. The general manager of the largest spiritual stone vein in the area under the jurisdiction of the sect, his cultivation has reached the state of perfect refining. He really couldn't imagine what could make a Dzogchen cultivator panic to this point.

After that, his familiar huge palm once again filled the entire screen and suddenly pressed it to the ground. When the palm dissipated and the scene became bright again, even though he had reached the middle stage of refining, and even though he thought he had killed a lot, he almost vomited on the spot.

Because after the palms dissipated, what appeared on the ground was not corpses or stumps, but a mixture of blood and flesh covering the entire ground...

Suddenly, a figure entered the picture. It was a white-robed monk who turned around and galloped away. You couldn't see his appearance, but you can be sure that the palm just now was struck by him, and he killed everyone in the place where the picture was. The member of Wan Du Sect.

This disciple of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect was about to go crazy. His heart was beating wildly, and he began to look through the bamboo slips that had just flown in. However, he soon found that his reading speed could not keep up with the speed of the bamboo slips flying in.

And in every bamboo slip, the recorded sounds are screams of despair, and the recorded images are like a hell.

All the members of the Wandu Sect in the picture are dead, no one is exception, and every picture of the murderer is recorded, without exception, is the figure in white robe.

By the end, the top disciple of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect was already a little confused. He saw the tragic death of hundreds of his fellow sects, and so many strongholds and so many mineral veins were all killed by the same person in such a short period of time. He simply couldn't imagine whether the leader of his sect could do such a thing.

After a while, he came back to his senses and said to the deputy sect master in the hall with a trembling voice: "Deputy sect master, there are strong men from Wuliang Sect who have killed us. All the disciples in our stronghold and mines are dead."

When the deputy sect leader of Wandu Sect heard this, he was immediately shocked and asked: "Please tell me more clearly, where are the disciples who died and how many died?"

"They are all dead, they are all dead. All the mines and strongholds within our jurisdiction have not been spared. Not a single sect member has escaped." The eldest disciple's voice once again sounded panicked, as if he recalled himself again the picture seen.

The deputy sect leader of Wan Du Sect condensed his eyes and said: "How is it possible! If there really was a stronghold or a mine that was destroyed, the news would have been sent back a long time ago. How come you didn't know the news until they were all destroyed? What happened to you today? !”

The eldest disciple shook his head: "Because all the strongholds and mineral veins were destroyed within three hours."

This time, before the deputy sect leader could say anything, the eldest disciple's expression once again became extremely panicked: "They are all destroyed, so isn't it our turn next? He is here. He must be on his way over. We were destroyed back then." The entire branch of Wuliang Sect has taken this place as its own, and he must be here to avenge his fellow sect!"

"Wulianmen? Wuliangmen in Yangzhou? How could it be Wuliangmen! Impossible, absolutely impossible!" This time, the deputy sect master's tone was also a little panicked, because he felt that the eldest disciple standing in front of him would not speak carelessly about such a thing. However, listening to his tone, it seemed that it was even more impossible for Wuliangmen to come for revenge, but I don't know why.

"Boom!" Suddenly, a shocking sound came from outside, accompanied by extremely violent vibrations.

The deputy sect master and the eldest disciple in the hall were shocked and ran out to investigate the situation. At this glance, they suddenly found that there was a huge palm in front of them, which had been completely pressed into the ground, and all the buildings where the palm was originally located were no longer visible.

"It's... it's... it's this hand, he's coming, he's coming!" When the eldest disciple saw the palm on the ground, he immediately remembered the scene he had seen on the bamboo slips before, his eyes widened, and he collapsed directly to the ground.

After a while, the palm on the ground dissipated, and the scene under the palm was revealed again. However, I'm afraid no one from the Wan Du Sect would like to see such a scene, because there are all things piled up due to severe squeezing, including blood, flesh, and rubble and debris of buildings.

The next moment, before everyone could figure out what happened, a huge hand appeared in the air again. The palm prints were revealed on the palm, making the hand look extremely real.

After the giant hand in the air was formed, it pressed down again with a whistle. The buildings, cultivators, spells, and magic weapons on the ground were all twisted suddenly the moment they touched the hand. They could not resist at all and were completely pressed into the ground and dissipated.

The deputy leader of the Wan Du Sect looked at the hand in surprise, and his heart was already extremely panicked, because he could feel the power from the hand that was enough to kill him.

"Who is it!" The deputy leader of the Wan Du Sect roared, and his spiritual sense swept wildly, trying to find the cultivator who was attacking his sect. However, the other party did not seem to want to hide at all. He soon found a white-robed monk right above the sect. The monk had a cold face, as if killing so many people and destroying so many things still could not make him show any emotion.

The white-robed monk in the air heard the words of the deputy sect master of the Wandu Sect and looked over at him. At this glance, the deputy sect master of the Wandu Sect felt that he was instantly seen through. This feeling was something he had never experienced before, and even his sect master could not give him this feeling.

"Such a strong spiritual sense!" The deputy sect master of the Wandu Sect was secretly shocked, and cold sweat dripped down his back, but he forced himself to remain calm and asked: "Who are you, do you know that this is the place of my Wandu Sect?"

"Huan Yin of the Wuliang Sect, come here to avenge the previous hatred and destroy everything!" The white-robed monk spoke coldly, with endless domineering in his tone.

"It's him, it's him, it's this white robe!" The eldest disciple looked at Huan Yin in the air, his body trembling constantly, he would never forget the white Taoist robe that appeared many times in the bamboo slips of the message.

Huan Yin, who was in the air, suddenly seemed to remember something, and his face finally showed a little emotion for the first time, which was the angry look of hatred. Then, he said: "There is one more thing you didn't say right, this is not the territory of your Wandu Sect, but belongs to my Wuliang Sect. Since you like to set up camp here, then you can sleep here forever!" After that, Huan Yin raised his hand for the third time, pressed it down suddenly, and the Life-Destroying Palm appeared again, pressing towards the third place here.

The entire Wandu Sect's branch sects had already shouted loudly, and they had discovered Huan Yin's existence, but no one dared to kill Huan Yin, but began to flee in all directions. They had to avoid the life-threatening palm in the air, and even more so, Huan Yin.

However, Huan Yin's spiritual consciousness was too strong now, and he had already locked all the branches of the Wandu Sect. No matter who it was, as long as he stepped out of the scope of the branch sect, he would directly take the person's life with sword energy, and would not give him any chance to live.

Gradually, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect found that they had no way to escape from this place. In panic, they finally remembered that there was a deputy sect leader in their branch sect who was at the initial stage of Huaying cultivation. So, they all began to gather in the direction of the sect leader.