After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

The autumn breeze brings coolness, and it is September now. Many sects will be recruiting new members next month.

Except for the Leiyin Tiangong, Xingyao Sect, and Zichen Sword Sect, which have unique regulations for recruiting new disciples.

Other schools and factions also became busy.

The quality of the new disciples and their number are closely related to the sect's strength in the next few decades or even hundreds of years.

Therefore, every sect attaches great importance to this.

Those who have suitable seedlings at home look forward to the recruitment notices posted on the town bulletin board every day.

I was afraid of missing out and letting my own precious gem go unnoticed.

On the last day of September 27th, there were no stars or moon, and it was pitch black after nightfall.

But suddenly something changed!

Late at night, the Immortal Alliance's emergency messages for help rang out one after another continuously, as if they had been agreed upon in advance.

In a hurry, the forces rushing to support were forced to split into five groups according to their distance, and to check the situation nearby and act accordingly.

Mo Zheng was injured, so Shen Changxun and Tao Daxi selected two teams of brothers to go to the nearest place to provide assistance.

When they came back, it was already bright outside, and both of them looked solemn.

Later, the Zichen Sword Sect's mountain protection formation was activated, and the entire sect entered a state of war preparation and alert.

At noon, Mo Zheng and Guan Huagui were invited to attend the Immortal Alliance meeting.

Only after they arrived did they realize that the situation was far beyond everyone's expectations.

Last night, four medium-sized sects were brutally wiped out!

The only two people who were not wiped out and left alive were those who were rescued by Shen Changxun and others in time and escorted to the Immortal Alliance headquarters.

Originally, because of the incident between Li Jiner and Li Fuyi, Mo Zheng had been avoiding all matters related to the Immortal Alliance for some time.

If the Immortal Alliance had not specifically invited him this time and the meeting was not chaired by Master Yuan Chan of Leiyin Heavenly Palace, he would not have shown up.

However, after listening to the two terrified survivors describe the tragedy that their sect had suffered last night, Mo Zheng finally understood why he was specially invited.

Especially when they talked about the black mark between the eyebrows, Mo Zheng and Guan Ligui looked at each other with lingering fear.

If Li Jin'er hadn't attacked earlier, last night's tragedy...

Maybe there is a share from their Zichen Sword Sect.

Looking back now, it is really hard to predict the future, and fortune and misfortune are all uncertain.

At this moment, it is obvious that Mo Zheng and Zichen Sword Sect have very little suspicion.

Compared to the five sects that had accidents last night, the Zichen Sword Sect was just luckier and discovered it earlier.

If we insist on holding him responsible for not following the rules strictly, then where should we look for the responsibility for the destruction of several sects last night?

The most pressing issue at hand is no longer Li Jiner's disappearance and whether she killed Yuehua Sect's leader Ruozhu.

Instead, five ghost realm puppets disappeared without a trace after the bloody massacre.

These puppets are different from Li Jiner. Their masters and clans have no way to control them.

It's like five poisonous swords hidden in the darkness, ready to take someone's life at any time when they're not prepared.

For a while, the Immortal Alliance was filled with gloom and everyone felt insecure.

"Immortal Lord Ying Xi?" Someone called out Mo Zheng, drawing everyone's attention to him.

Mo Zheng was discussing the direction of the plot with Tongzi when he was suddenly called out and looked around in confusion.

He saw a sect leader seemed to be asking him something, and Guan Guangui's voice came to his ear, "They asked you what you think about the puppet thing?"

Mo Zheng nodded, looking thoughtful, and asked the two survivors kneeling in the middle, "Has your sect's mutant puppet disciple behaved in any special way recently?"

After escaping death last night, the two of them had already told everything they could and could not say, no matter how big or small.

They had been asked the same question as Mo Zheng many times, and it all came down to the same few points.

The senior brother who suddenly went crazy was as normal as ever, even his picky eating habit of not eating eggs remained the same.

When everyone heard Mo Zheng ask this, they couldn't help but think about it.

Master Yuan Chan sat next to Mo Zheng and asked softly, "Does Immortal Ying Xi suspect that they are all...?"

Mo Zheng nodded, "Now that I think about it, Jin'er is the same. She changed suddenly without any signs."

"But there is one thing, and only one thing, that makes her different from others."

Mo Zheng paused, looked around, and then continued, "She disappeared."

After he said this, everyone present gasped.

This makes sense. The five sects that had accidents last night all had disciples who were lost and then recovered, just like Li Jiner.

Several people suddenly stood up, rushed out the door as if their butts were on fire, and flew away on their swords.

The others watched them leave, but no one tried to stop them.

Because among these people there were disciples who had disappeared and were found again, they were rushing back just in case.

Since it concerns one's life and property, one is afraid of being late in returning, so there is nothing to worry about, so one should just leave with one's head down.

Follow the authority in urgent matters.

"Amitabha..." Master Yuan Chan chanted the Buddha's name, wishing those who rushed back safety.

"Report!" As a shout came from far away, a disciple from the Immortal Alliance base rushed in.

As soon as he entered the room, he knelt on the ground and reported loudly, "Report from the garrison, there is something strange happening in the Yuehua Sect!"

"A woodcutter discovered the bodies of numerous disciples dressed in red in the wilderness. Their bodies were so bloody and mangled that their faces were unrecognizable."

"But the school uniforms and waist badges are consistent with the Yuehua Sect."

"My disciples stationed there went to check and discovered that the plaques at the mountain gate had all been replaced with those of the Yunyao Female Sect!"

When they heard that it was the Yunyao Female Sect, many people could no longer sit still and stood up from their seats.

He stared nervously at the disciple who reported the news, "Are you sure you saw it right?! Is it really the Yunyao female sect leader?"

The disciple was about to reply when he was interrupted by another urgent "Report!"

A disciple dressed very similarly to him also rushed in, knelt beside him, and hurriedly reported, "Long Xing Dao Sect sent a challenge."

He handed over a thick white post with both hands. One corner of the post was soaked in blood and it was emitting a unique bloody smell.

Master Yuan Chan, who presided over the meeting, stretched out his hand and the post fell into his hands.

He opened the post, took a quick look, and his face changed immediately.

He asked the disciple who reported the news, "Besides this post, is there anything else?"

The disciple swallowed hard, stood up, and was about to lead the way. "Yes! Twenty large camphorwood boxes dripping with blood. They're right in front of the Immortal Alliance headquarters."

"The disciples dare not act rashly, and have sent people to guard them."

……

Mo Zheng and Guan Huaigui flew back to Zichen Sword Sect overnight. They were silent all the way, and their faces were tense.

The entire Yuehua Sect was massacred, and the entire sect was taken over by the Yunyao Female Sect.

And those twenty large camphorwood boxes sent by the Longxing Dao Sect that appeared out of nowhere... were actually filled with human heads!

The heads of several prominent figures from several sects who were killed last night were piled up randomly in there.

What’s even more bizarre is that the entire box of skulls is covered with peach blossom petals.

The strong smell of blood and death, mixed with the sweet and cloying fragrance of peach blossoms, makes people feel nauseous.

On top of it lay a piece of white paper sprinkled with gold, with the words written on it in a sloppy and arrogant handwriting:

"I will come to ask for your advice in five days. I hope you will be a wise man who understands the current situation."

Everything subtly confirms the anxiety that everyone is most reluctant to face.