In front of the dragon gate, there was silence.

Only the sound of people's footsteps continued to echo in the air.

"It is rumored that there are disciples guarding the mountain at Longmen, as well as divine beasts protecting the sect. Why is there nothing here?" someone murmured.

Even Song Han looked like he had seen a ghost: "I have been to this Longmen countless times. Could it be that there is a thief in the sect?"

The others are all servant disciples and cannot go up the mountain according to the sect rules.

But Song Han is the son of the punishment elder, so he naturally has many opportunities to enter the Lingxiao Sect.

He Qianqian said calmly: "I'm afraid something happened to the sect, so let's call them all away. After all, even if there are no gatekeepers, who would dare to break into my Lingxiao sect?"

With these words, everyone's doubts disappeared.

That's right, they are in Lingxiao Sect now!

They are the disciples of the largest sect in the world. In this Lingxiao sect, they are absolutely safe!

"It's a pity that Senior Brother Su Qian has disappeared again. I'm afraid he has gone back to lead the next batch of handyman disciples." Everyone sighed.

"Humph, are you an outer disciple?" Song Han stepped into the door.

This outer disciple may look good in the eyes of others, but to him, it is just a springboard.

Elders recommending their relatives would naturally not be allowed if it was the time when Lingxiao Sect was first established.

However, as time went by, more and more senior officials of the Lingxiao Sect began to behave in this way, and no one took care of it anymore.

Song Han took the lead and walked to the outer gate hall.

The door of the towering hall was locked tightly at this moment, and there was no sound at all.

"Where are we? The sun hasn't set yet. Hurry up and get us the certificate of passing as an outer disciple!" Song Han shouted loudly.

No one answered him.

Song Han looked up at the sky and was suddenly startled.

There seemed to be a mass of fog shrouding the sky, and the sun was unable to set.

This can't be Longmen.

As one of the eight gates of Lingxiao Sect, Longmen cannot be blocked by fog, even if it is a divine master!

"Something's wrong..." Song Han murmured, an ominous premonition welling up in his heart.

He Qianqian said coldly: "What is there to be afraid of? Is there anyone in the realm of the mighty Lingxiao Sect who dares to do harm to us?"

She stretched out her hand and pushed the door open with one palm.

All the furnishings in the outer gate hall were the same as in the memory, but there was not a single person there.

Song Han's eyes suddenly twitched, and his gaze fell on a corner in the hall.

There was a pool of blood there.

Everything was neat and clean all around, except there was a pool of blood, and an arm was lying in the blood.

It's as if someone deliberately cleaned it up, but failed to clean it up.

"No, there must be something wrong here!" Song Han felt as if his scalp was about to explode and his body retreated violently.

When the others saw this, although they didn't know what was happening, they subconsciously stepped back.

Bang!

Someone hit something and made a dull sound.

The man quickly took a look and saw that it was Su Qian, looking at everyone with a kind face.

"Senior Brother Su Qian, what happened to the Outer Gate Hall?" Song Han asked loudly.

Su Qian laughed and said, "Go in and take a look, you will know soon."

A handyman disciple shook his head and said, "Senior Brother Su Qian, you'd better send me back to the handyman's courtyard. This place is too weird."

There was no one in the majestic Lingxiao Sect’s main hall!

puff!

Su Qian still had a smile on his face, but his hand pierced directly into the heart of the handyman disciple.

Just dig out his heart.

"Since you have come with me, you must go to the end. Those who leave in the middle must die!" Su Qian said coldly.
Chapter completed!