Ding Mian didn't expect Yan Ming to speak so rudely. He suppressed his anger until his face turned red and he stared at him, angry and afraid.

Ding Mian couldn't stand being scolded by Yan Ming, but his reason told him that he was no match for Yan Ming.

"Okay, okay! People with the surname Yan will not change the situation, so don't be too arrogant. There will be times when you are unlucky."

After Ding Mian finished speaking, he turned around and left.

"Senior Brother Ding, I'm leaving now..."

Taoist priest Chongxu wanted to ask Ding Mian what was going on when he rushed in so anxiously, but the other party waved his hand and ran out in big strides without wanting to stay here any longer.

"this……"

Taoist priest Chongxu had a bit of a wry smile on his face.

Although the strength of the Songshan Sect was greatly reduced and its status in the world was not as good as before, he still considered going to the other party to explain it afterwards so as not to hurt the public face between Wudang and Songshan.

Yan Ming, on the other hand, scolded Ding Mian away with a few words. His expression remained as usual, and he slowly picked up the tea bowl next to him and took another sip.

"Uncle Ding, let's just forget it?"

After walking out of the Wudang Sect's gate, several Songshan Sect disciples gathered around Ding Mian and asked angrily.

They have plummeted from Songshan disciples with a sense of superiority to what they are now, all thanks to Yan Ming. When they saw him suddenly, they wanted to take revenge on the spot.

Although I couldn't beat him, I still couldn't swallow the anger in my heart.

"Humph, it's up to us to decide whether it's over or not? Even if you are included, can we deal with Yan Ming?" Ding Mian said angrily.

Several disciples were speechless.

In the past, Yan Ming was able to single-handedly defeat several masters of the Songshan Sect, including Zuo Lengchan, which was a key battle to become famous. Now Yan Ming will only be stronger. Even if they all break through to the Grandmaster realm, then

Even if they are tied together, they are no match for Yan Ming.

Everyone is a little depressed.

But Ding Mian changed the topic: "But you are right, we really can't forget it like this, but we have to look for opportunities."

As Ding Mian spoke, he led several Songshan Sect disciples down the mountain.

After some time, night fell, and the Wudang Sect’s mountain gate became quiet.

Under the dim moonlight, a figure suddenly left the Wudang Clan and headed down the mountain.

His figure was erratic, seemingly without exerting much force, but his speed was extremely fast, and he could easily fly far away, almost beyond the limits of ordinary people's vision.

This figure is none other than Yan Ming.

Soon, Yan Ming arrived at the foot of the mountain, and then continued to go in a very clear direction.

Not long after, Yan Ming sneaked into a small village not far from the foot of Wudang Mountain.

In the courtyard of a farmhouse that doesn't seem to have anything special, several figures dressed as warriors are standing or sitting.

There was another person lying on the beam of the house under the cover of night to protect himself from the wind, with a pair of sharp eyes looking around from time to time.

They were just a few people from the Demon Cult who had escaped, and they even included elder-level figures.

An old man in black sitting in the center of the courtyard was frowning.

"Don't worry, Elder Tong, if we have something in our hands, the Wudang Clan will definitely help. We alone will not be able to escape the rounds of pursuit, but if they cause a conflict, we can take advantage of the chaos and escape.

."

There was someone comforting me next to me.

"Oh, I hope everything goes well, but..."

As soon as he said this, the figure standing guard on the beam suddenly trembled, then turned over and fell down, screaming in pain.

"who!"

"Canglanglang!"

Several people in the courtyard immediately stood up, drew their weapons, and stared around in horror.

"You have a good idea, but you don't take the methods of the Holy Religion too seriously, right?"

In the dark night, a clear and beautiful young female voice came, vague and indistinct, as if it was not half real.

But along with the sound of swishing movements, it seemed that many people were already approaching.

"Holy... holy aunt!"

The leader of the old man shrank his eyes, but remained calm, but the expressions of several people around him had changed, their faces were full of fear, and they unconsciously tightened the weapons in their hands.

"Holy Aunt, Dongfang Bubai is fatuous, willing to degenerate, and employs traitors. We have left the Holy Religion as a last resort. Considering that we have contributed to the Holy Religion for many years, why are we still forcing each other so hard?

!”

The leader, the boy elder, shouted loudly.

But suddenly, there seemed to be something grazing his cheek, and then someone next to him screamed and fell to the ground.

He covered his face with both hands and screamed. He rolled around twice before his face was filled with black energy and he slowly died.

"Uncle Tong, what you said is wrong..."

Elder Tong and others suddenly turned their heads and looked towards the source of the sound. They saw a young and pretty woman sitting on the wall. Under the dim moonlight, they could not see clearly.

"Uncle Tong, you watched me grow up and hugged me when I was a child. You have also worked hard for the Holy Religion for most of your life, but you should not leave the leader without saying goodbye. Why don't you go back with me? I will definitely stand up for you in front of the leader.

say."

The woman advised.

"Cult Leader? Haha, Cult Leader! Our Cult Leader has not spoken for many years. Now all affairs in the sect are decided by Yang Lianting. Even if I go back, will I have a way to survive?"

Elder Tong scolded angrily, but there was a hint of sadness in his tone.

"well!"

The girl also sighed deeply and did not answer.

Because he knew what Elder Tong said was true.

Since Dongfang Bubai practiced the Sunflower Book, his martial arts has reached the top level in the world, but his temperament has become increasingly weird. The brothers in the sect have not heard Dongfang Bubai speak for several years, and all orders are conveyed by Yang Lianting.

At this time another voice sounded.

"Now that Saint Aunt has said all her good things, it's time for us to take action! Tong Baixiong, you are toasting me and you will be punished with wine!"

Immediately, several figures jumped in from outside and landed on the opposite side.

The leader of the Qinglong Hall of the Sun and Moon God Sect, the yellow-faced Venerable Jia Bu, the leader of the White Tiger Hall, Diao Xia Shangguan Yun, the elder Sang Sanniang...

Tong Baixiong glanced at them and recognized them all immediately.

There were several elder-level figures here, and there were still many people hiding in the shadows outside. Tong Baixiong's heart sank for a moment.

He was hiding here, and even the Wudang Sect, which was deeply rooted nearby, couldn't find him. Why did the people in the Demon Sect find him so accurately?

In this case, wouldn't all my plans become a joke?

Seeing that Tong Baixiong didn't look good, Jia Bu across from him spoke.

"Tong Baixiong, do you think you can break away from the Holy Cult by finding a way to cover up the three corpse brain pills in your body? You didn't expect that we still have a backup plan, right?"

"As long as the Three Corpse Brain Divine Pill is in your body for a day, you will always be a member of the Holy Religion. No matter life or death, no matter where you are, the Holy Religion can find you and kill you easily!"

"Now, you go back obediently, kneel down in front of the Eastern Cult Master and admit your fault. Maybe the Eastern Cult Master will be merciful and give you a good time."

The more Jia Bu talked, the more proud he became, shaking his head.

He is a newcomer who was promoted after the headmaster of Dongfang Bubai, and he is not easy to deal with a meritorious veteran like Tong Baixiong.

"You fart!"

Tong Baixiong shouted loudly, and with the surging energy in his hand, the weapon in his hand went straight towards Jia Bu.

Several people nearby also took action immediately when they saw this. They knew that for this plan, they could only have a chance of survival by fighting a bloody road.

"ah!"

Some people had just started to move, but before they had even taken a few steps, their bodies suddenly shook, and then the muscles on their faces twisted, and they looked like they were in extreme pain, and they fell to the ground.

"What happen to you guys?"

Tong Baixiong was dodged by Jia Bu's attack, and his side face was shocked when he saw it.

"Hmph, Tong Baixiong, do you think the Holy Cult has no way to defeat your methods? Are you still trying to block the Three Corpses' Brain Pill?"

As soon as he heard what the other party said, Tong Baixiong understood that it turned out that their method was countered, which directly activated the effect of the Three Corpses Brain Pill.

The Three Corpse Brain Pill is the nightmare of every member of the Demon Cult, and it is also Dongfang Bubai's weapon to control the Sun and Moon Cult.

As long as you take it, you must take the antidote regularly every year, otherwise the corpse worm will enter the brain and the pain will be unbearable.

Moreover, Dongfang Bubai also knows how to activate these three corpse brain pills at any time.

Tong Baixiong had worked hard for many years and believed that he had developed a secret method that could lock the three corpse brain pills in his body, cut off contact with the outside world, and keep it in a dormant state, so he dared to leave the demon sect.

But now it seems that his secret method has undoubtedly failed.
To be continued...