Stepping into the charred door, the smell of blood that was only vaguely floating outside the door suddenly hit your face. The unique sulfur smell of the volcano and the strong corpse odor fermented and mixed under the high temperature transpiration, forming a suffocating stench.
Lin Qingyang felt a surge in his stomach and covered his mouth and nose with a fan. What he saw before his eyes was an extremely tragic scene of hell.
Red Refining Sect On the wide vestibule Square, the pool of dark red blood had long since dried up, staining the original blue-gray stone bricks until they became sticky and black. Corpses, or broken limbs, were scattered everywhere. At a glance, no complete corpse could be found.
More than a dozen Immortal Sects disciples were walking among them, all covering their mouths and noses, struggling to carry the broken bodies to the open space aside and put them together.
"Immortal Alliance's people have arrived." Mo Yan said in a deep voice.
The two stepped on the sticky dark red ground and walked in. There was a slight, tooth-aching sound of sticking under their feet.
"How much hatred is there, not even a whole corpse." Lin Qingyang said with a frown while holding back his nausea.
Mo Yan was also shocked by this tragic situation, frowning and saying nothing. At this time, there was a sound from beside him.
"Master!"
Two disciples wearing Myriad Spirits Sect clothes walked over quickly. The one who spoke was Lei Cheng, the eldest disciple of Mo Yan, and the young man with handsome features walking beside him was none other than Lin Qingyang's eldest disciple, Feng Shu, whom he had not seen for five years.
"Elder Mo." Feng Shu saluted respectfully. The young boy in the past now has a tall and straight figure, the greenness between his brows and eyes has faded, and he looks much calmer.
Mo Yan nodded, and their eyes naturally moved to the rabbit-headed Half-Demon wearing sunglasses next to them.
Lin Qingyang met his apprentice's gaze and smiled calmly.
"Who is this...?" Feng Shu asked with a strange look on his face.
Mo Yan coughed lightly and said vaguely, "He was sent by Sect Leader Jin."
Lin Qingyang took over the conversation at the right time and said with a smile, "Tusi Rui, Myriad Spirits Sect Outer Sect Disciple, I have worked as a slave in the mortal world for several years. Sect Leader Jin specially sent me to give advice to all the immortal masters and see if I can help."
In recent years, with the rise of Hidden Market, Half-Demon's status has also improved a lot, and he often does business on the Human Clan's territory. In recent years, Myriad Spirits Sect has recruited many Half-Demon 0s in order to connect with Hidden Market's business. is a consultant and is collectively known as Outer Sect Disciple to the outside world. Therefore, Feng Shu and Lei Cheng didn't have any doubts when they heard what he said. However, Feng Shu felt that the voice of Half-Demon was vaguely familiar and couldn't help but look at him twice.
While they were talking, two disciples were carrying a heavy bag of things out of the ruins with a blood-stained white cloth. Blood dripped down the corners of the cloth. As soon as they put it down, the two disciples immediately covered their mouths and stepped aside, their faces ashen.
Lin Qingyang curiously went over to take a look. Just one glance, and the turbulence in his stomach instantly rushed up to his throat. He turned his head and held the wall and vomited.
"Brother Rabbit, are you really a bastard?" Feng Shu looked at the Rabbit's head that was covered in vomit and asked strangely.
Lin Qingyang wiped the corner of his mouth and said confidently, "Look, you are vomiting too."
Feng Shu was speechless and stepped forward to uncover the white cloth. What was inside could no longer be called a corpse, but a pile of body parts. There were dozens of pieces of minced meat stacked on top of each other, and even the head was split into several pieces. The brains were mushy with blood, and many of the cut surfaces were baked into a strange burnt brown due to the high temperature. Feng Shu really couldn't hold it back, covered his mouth, took a few steps away and vomited.
Mo Yan didn't change his expression. He stepped forward and took a closer look at the blurry pile of flesh and blood, and said, "It's Red Refining Sect Leader Tie Zhenshan."
"You can still recognize it after all this?" Lin Qingyang said in surprise.
"Look at this." Mo Yan pointed at a spot in the middle of the corpse.
Lin Qingyang held his breath and looked around, only to see a broken arm mixed with blood and flesh. The arm was cut off from the forearm. Although it was covered in blood, if you look closely, you can see that it is not flesh and blood, but made of deep black metal. The palm part has a strange dark gold color due to constant exposure to high temperatures.
"This is his Black Iron arm. Red Refining Sect is famous for refining weapons, and Tie Zhenshan is an idiot who is crazy about it. When he was young, he wanted to make the legendary best sword in the world., in order to be able to hold the red-hot sword embryo with his bare hands and sense the slightest changes in it, he actually cut off his left arm with his own hands and replaced it with this prosthetic limb made with Black Iron, a century-old product." Mo Yan explained.
Lin Qingyang frowned when he heard this, but he grasped the key point. "The best sword in the world?"
Mo Yan paused and lowered his voice and said, "It's the Divine Sword that belonged to Jiuchen's ancestor. It was destroyed in the war between monsters and demons nine days ago five hundred years ago. For this reason, Tie Zhenshan has visited Nine Skies Sect several times. Unfortunately, it's so old that there is no record of it in the Nine Skies Sect's classics."
In order to carve a five-hundred-year-old sword, he chopped off his own arm, which is indeed crazy. Lin Qingyang sighed in his heart, his eyes fell on the pile of unrecognizable corpses again, and suddenly his eyes froze.
"Look here." Lin Qingyang pointed at the incision of the iron arm, "The incision is smooth and has no cracks at all. It was cut off with one blow."
Mo Yan frowned even more when he heard this. "The century-old Black Iron is extremely hard and is not afraid of even the high temperatures of earth and fire. There are not many magic weapons in this world that can cut it in half like this with one blow."
Lin Qingyang straightened up and looked around. "Judging from the degree of fragmentation of the other corpses, these all seem to be written by the same person."
Mo Yan looked a little more serious. "Red Refining Sect is not weak in strength. Who can single-handedly destroy the entire sect overnight?"
The two looked at each other and saw surprise and doubt in each other's eyes.
At this moment, a gloomy and majestic voice came through the heat wave.
"Who else but Cang Mo!"
Looking around, he saw a middle-aged man wearing a dark robe striding out, with an ancient face, gloomy eyebrows, and an extremely cold expression.
Coming out with him was Lu Ming, whom he had seen on Immortal Alliance Ceremony five years ago, still with that arrogant and arrogant face.
There were two people next to him, one was an old man in purple clothes, who should have been sent by the Tianxuan Pavilion. The other was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, with a face as pale as paper and red eyes. Judging by his clothes, he was not a disciple of Divine Sword Mountain.
"Lu Peak Master, Elder Chen." Mo Yan greeted lightly.
Lin Qingyang glanced at the leader, Lu Peak Master, and knew in his heart that this man was Lu Ming's biological father, Divine Sword Mountain Hundred Swords Peak Master Lu Qing.
Lu Qing's eyes fell on Lin Qingyang, and he frowned in displeasure. Before he could say anything, the pale boy rushed forward and knelt down in front of the pile of corpses with a "pop". With red eyes, he stared at Black Iron's shattered hands on the ground, and lifted them up tremblingly.
"Dad..."
Lu Qing said in a deep voice, "This is the only son of Master Tie, Tie Feng."
"Cang Mo!!" Tie Feng clutched the iron hand tightly and roared through gritted teeth. His eyes were about to burst, as if he was about to vomit blood.
"Don't worry, good nephew, Red Refining Sect's death will never be in vain. Immortal Alliance will definitely make Demon Emperor City pay for it with blood!" Lu Qing patted his shoulder with a solemn tone.
"Blood debt must be paid with blood!"
The disciples nearby were furious and shouted in agreement. Everyone around them had expressions of indignation on their faces.
Mo Yan frowned and said, "Lu Peak Master, this matter has not yet been clarified, and it is not yet known who the real culprit is, so we cannot make any hasty conclusions."
Lu Qing sneered and looked like a knife, "The scene is full of Demonic Qi. Isn't it clear enough? The demon knife in Cang Mo's hand was left behind by the previous generation Demon King. It is not difficult to cut off Black Iron's arm."
Elder Chen next to him stroked his beard and nodded. "That makes sense. Looking at the world, apart from Demon Emperor City, I really can't think of anyone else."
Mo Yan frowned and was unable to refute for a moment. Just when everyone was excited, a sudden voice suddenly sounded.
"He's not the murderer!"
Everyone was stunned, and their eyes fell on the rabbit-headed Half-Demon wearing sunglasses next to Mo Yan.