Chapter 149 Tian Yin

Song Yueming looked up at the night through the window.

The hour had already come when it was time to be ugly.

He glanced at the surrounding roommates, who had long since fallen asleep. Only then did Song Yueming feel a little relieved. He adjusted his clothes, gently pushed open the door, and walked out.

After stepping into the room, he became even more cautious, avoiding the disciples of the Sword Hall who were in charge of night patrols.

With his cultivation, this was not an easy task for him. After several dangers, he finally managed to leave the residence of the inner sect disciples.

At that time, the sweaty youth took a deep breath and strode towards the peak of Chongju Peak.

The residences of direct disciples were much more relaxed than those of inner disciples. After all, almost every direct disciple possessed the cultivation of the Netherpassage Realm, and the guards of ordinary disciples of the Sword Hall seemed to be at a disadvantage.

Hence, Song Yueming's journey was fairly easy. As long as there wasn't a loud noise, it wouldn't be a big problem.

Very quickly, he passed through the residence of the direct disciples. The former was where the elders and deacons were located.

Song Yueming took another deep breath and looked up at the night.

It should be almost time.

Hurry up.

He told himself that the pace under his feet was a little faster.

About fifteen minutes later, he passed through the courtyards, and a mansion with the words "Zhong Manor" written on it appeared in front of Song Yueming's eyes.

Song Yueming stopped and carefully hid in the dark.

The hiding place was a barrier formed by three large trees. It could skillfully avoid the line of sight, but it could also clearly observe the situation in the direction of the mansion.

Song Yueming found this place very easily. Obviously, this was not the first time he had come here at this time.

Compared to other quiet courtyards, the Zhong Manor was much bigger and more noisy.

There were more than a hundred Sword Hall disciples patrolling around.

To some extent, Zhong Changhen had already been imprisoned here. Of course, with his cultivation that was comparable to the Immortal Realm, if he really wanted to leave, these disciples would naturally not be able to stop him. However, no one else knew why he was like this.

Song Yueming looked up at the sky again.

The moon is almost empty.

It was almost time for Yin, Song Yueming thought, but his eyes were fixated on the patrolling disciples.

His body arched up like a full bow.

His gaze was like a torch, like a wolf hibernating in the forest.

…

The two teams on patrol coincidentally met at the same point, then turned around and headed to both sides.

In the middle, Song Yueming was also facing a short but extremely obvious gap.

Song Yueming's heart skipped a beat.

At that time, the True Essence around him surged, and his body shot out like a cheetah. His speed was pushed to the limit that he could reach. He instantly arrived at the foot of the mansion. Before the patrolling soldiers could turn around, he jumped into the mansion gate.

This scene of only ten breaths of time caused Song Yue, who had never done such a thing before, to feel her heart skip a beat. Fortunately, he was not in danger. With this thought, he let out a long sigh of relief and was about to turn around and head deeper into the mansion.

Just as he turned around, a black figure appeared in front of him.

Song Yueming was vigilant as she leaned against the wall and took a step back, looking vigilantly at the black figure that suddenly appeared.

"These past seven days, you've been outside my mansion every day. Today, you've finally sneaked in. Tell me, what do you mean?" The figure asked in a low voice like a ghost.

At this moment, Song Yueming could finally see the figure clearly through the moonlight. The youth's body trembled and he suddenly knelt down.

"Junior Song Yueming, I beg Martial Uncle to save my Linglong Pavilion!"

Seeing that, the figure did not reply, but the corner of his mouth curled into a smile under the shadows.

…

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

…

In his sleep, Xu Han was awakened by the crowd running outside the house and the loud bell ringing from afar.

He sat up, sleepily dressed, and walked out of the room. He saw Qin Keqing, who had just gotten up, looking at Xu Han outside the room with puzzlement written all over her eyes.

"It's the Black Dragon Bell." She said.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

The thick bell continued to ring. Xu Han's head was a little blurry, and someone else was ringing the Black Dragon Bell again? Could it be that there was another accident at the mountain gate?

It was an eventful autumn.

He secretly sighed and was about to go out to check.

"The surname is Xu!" However, just as the door opened, it collided with Fang Ziyu, who was rushing over in a hurry.

"Not good!" The eldest young miss had no time to collide with Xu Han. Instead, she looked straight at Xu Han and said loudly, "The person surnamed Song is crazy. He is ringing the Black Dragon Bell in Xuanhe Peak!"

"What?" Hearing this, Xu Han's heart skipped a beat and his hazy sleepiness disappeared.

He thought to himself, "Not good." In the end, he didn't care about anything else.

"Let's go take a look!" As he said this, he took the lead and left the room, leading everyone to hurry in the direction of Xuanhe Peak.

…

The Black Dragon Bell was the sacred object of the Exquisite

It could only ring in front of a matter that concerned the survival of the sect.

Song Yueming sounded the Black Dragon Bell, so Xu Han could naturally guess what he wanted to do…

However, Long Congyun had concealed this from Sikong Bai earlier. If Song Yueming acted like this, the entire sect would definitely know about it. At that time, even Long Congyun would probably be helpless if he wanted to excuse him again.

Song Yueming! What the hell are you thinking!

When Xu Han thought of this, his expression became gloomier and gloomier. He lowered his head and silently rushed forward.

Many disciples in the surrounding sects were also woken up by the Black Dragon Bell. They all realized that something big had happened and walked towards Xuanhe Peak at that time.

By the time they arrived at the entrance to Xuanhe Peak, the Black Dragon Bell was already filled with people.

They squeezed together and pointed at the youth dressed in green who was constantly striking the Black Dragon Bell.

However, the youth did not seem to have heard of this. He straightened his thin body and lifted the huge bell wood again and again, striking the huge bronze bell.

Seeing this, Xu Han and the others didn't care about anything else. They hurriedly lined up the dense crowd in front of them and walked to the Black Dragon Bell.

"Brother Song, what are you doing?" Xu Han asked in a deep voice.

"Surnamed Song, hurry up and come down. Don't be ridiculous!" Fang Ziyu was also very anxious.

However, the green-robed youth still didn't say anything. He used his reddened knuckles to continuously lift Zhong Mu and stubbornly rang the giant bell again and again.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

At this moment, there was a burst of noise from the crowd. Lang Chaosha, who had taken over from Ding Jingcheng to temporarily manage the Sword Hall, rushed over with a hundred disciples of the Sword Hall. Wherever they went, the crowd naturally retreated.

Very quickly, he arrived in front of the crowd.

"Song Yueming, do you really think that my Sword Hall is for decoration? Come and take it down with me!" Lang Chaosha saw that the person who rang the bell was actually Song Yueming, who had always had a grudge against him. Lang Chaosha, who was struggling to find an opportunity to seek revenge, was delighted, so he drank so much that he wanted everyone beside him to step forward and take it down.

When the disciples of the Sword Hall behind him saw this, they all stepped forward and wanted to capture Song Yueming.

Song Yueming's face darkened as he faced the aggressive surge of Sword Hall disciples. He tried his best to ring the Black Dragon Bell again, as if everything that happened outside had nothing to do with him.

The disciples of the Sword Hall arrived in front of him and grabbed him. Song Yueming gritted his teeth and swung his True Essence, breaking free from the restraints of the crowd and impulsing towards the Black Dragon Bell again.

The disciples of the Sword Hall naturally couldn't let him succeed and attack again. However, Song Yueming was clearly ruthless. He tried his best to avoid the crowd's encirclement and found an opportunity to strike the Black Dragon Bell. In fact, he had been restrained a few times. He gritted his teeth and smashed his head against the Black Dragon Bell, wanting to ring it. As such, dense bloodstains appeared on his forehead.

"You're courting death!"

Lang Chaosha saw that the disciples of the Sword Hall were unable to do anything to Song Yueming, so he took action. His cultivation was extremely high, so his speed was naturally faster than Song Yueming's. In an instant, he arrived in front of Song Yueming and struck Song Yueming's chest with his palm.

The green-robed youth's body trembled as he spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, sprinkling all over the body of the bronze bell.

"It doesn't hurt." But very quickly, the youth raised his head again. His entire body was covered in blood as he glanced at Lang Chaosha. He could not speak clearly as he spat out the words. Blood flowed out of his mouth. Then, he raised his hand again and used all of his strength to smash into the bronze bell.

Seeing Song Yueming's appearance, Lang Chaosha's heart trembled. He was actually intimidated by this youth's strange state.

However, such a daze quickly turned into anger. A trace of malice flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand again and gathered his True Essence. He was about to slap Song Yueming's forehead.

"Lang Chaosha!" Fang Ziyu, who was standing at the side, could not continue watching. She pointed her toes and jumped high. The sword in her hand transformed into sword qi that shot straight at Lang Chaosha.

Lang Chao was alert to Sha Xinsheng and took a step back, avoiding Fang Ziyu's sword strike.

"Do you want to kill him?" Fang Ziyu landed in front of Song Yueming and stared coldly at Lang Chaosha, killing intent surging in her beautiful eyes.

"Senior Sister, this child has repeatedly disrupted the mountain gate. His sin should be punished!" Lang Chaosha was clearly still afraid of this Second Senior Sister. He said with a calm brow.

"It's not up to you, Lang Chaosha. As long as it concerns the life and death of the Exquisite Pavilion, no one is allowed to ring this bell. I see that you have indiscriminately killed your fellow disciples several times. That's the real punishment for your sins!" Fang Ziyu was not a fuel-efficient lamp. She took a step forward and the sword intent around her was cold as she spoke.

"Senior Sister, don't help Zhou become a sinner." Lang Chaosha gritted his teeth and looked at Fang Ziyu who was standing in front of Horizontal Sword.

At this time, Song Yueming walked in front of the Black Dragon Bell again and picked up the huge bell wood.

Fang Ziyu turned a blind eye to Lang Chaosha's threat. She glanced sideways at the youth and said, "Ring your bell. Your senior sister is here. I will settle this matter with you later."

Hearing this, Song Yueming, whose face was covered in blood, revealed a smile. "Thank you, Senior Sister." He said weakly, and after saying that, the thick bell rang again, echoing in the silent Linglong Pavilion.

The surrounding disciples gathered more and more, and the gaze in Lang Chaosha's eyes changed. Finally, a cold light flashed again.

"Disciple Fang Ziyu of the Chongju Peak helped Zhou Wei commit a crime. Come with me and capture him!" He said coldly.

The surrounding Sword Hall disciples hesitated when they heard this. After all, behind Fang Ziyu was the Great Evolution Sword Immortal Zhong Changhen. They were inevitably afraid.

"What? Am I useless? Do I have to report this to Elder Sikong?" Seeing this, Lang Chaosha's heart sank and he shouted again.

Sikong Bai and Zhong Chang hated the crowd, but after weighing the situation in their hearts, they all stepped forward one after another.

There were hundreds of experts from the Sword Hall, including some personal disciples. Even Fang Ziyu was clearly no match for such a lineup. However, she did not intend to retreat. At that time, she swung her sword and took the initiative to welcome him.

Since they were all from the same sect, Fang Ziyu naturally did not dare to kill them. He was also afraid to attack. The disciples of the Sword Hall were also afraid of injuring Fang Ziyu, so they only sent over ten people to entangle him. The rest of them bypassed him and rushed towards the blue-clothed youth behind her. Fang Ziyu had the intention to defend himself, but in the end, he was a little weak and was restrained by others, making it difficult for him to escape.

At that moment, the vast group of people arrived in front of Song Yueming and wanted to take down the youth covered in blood again.

However, Song Yueming turned a blind eye to the fists and feet of the crowd. Seeking an opportunity, he used all sorts of methods to ring the huge bell, but his clothes were torn apart by this pull. His injuries, which had not healed a few days ago, had also worsened a little.

"Sigh" Xu Han, who had been watching from the side for a long time, let out a long sigh at that time.

He moved with lightning momentum, and the aura around him circulated. All the muscles in his body bulged, and the 365 acupoints in his body were also frantically activated by him at that moment.

His speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed in front of everyone.

However, Xu Han's target was not the disciples of the Sword Hall who were attacking Song Yueming, but Lang Chaosha, who was commanding the crowd from the side.

Xu Han was well aware of his battle prowess. Even though he had improved recently, he was probably on par with Fang Ziyu. This was because Fang Ziyu did not use that terrifying swordsmanship.

Fang Ziyu couldn't stop so many disciples, so he naturally couldn't.

However, Xu Han understood one thing. A very simple principle was to capture the thief and capture the king first!

Therefore, his left hand stretched out and turned into a palm, slapping straight towards Lang Chaosha. Lang Chaosha obviously did not expect Xu Han to attack him. The last time he was beaten up by Xu Han, he had already left a shadow in his heart. Seeing Xu Han attack, he subconsciously placed his hands in the shape of an oblique cross in front of his chest.

However, when Xu Han saw this, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth. When he arrived in front of Lang Chaosha, he fiercely nodded his toes and leaned to the right of Lang Chaosha. Then, he extended his left hand and right hand.

He waved his hand from bottom to top.

Seeing this, Lang Chaosha felt an ominous feeling in his heart, but it was too late for him to dodge at this moment.

As a result, the arm that was wrapped under the white cloth grew bigger and bigger again, and finally corroded his entire eye socket.

Pa!

A crisp sound resounded in front of the Black Dragon Bell at that time.

The Acting Hall Master of the Sword Hall was slapped by Xu Han in front of almost all the disciples of the mountain sect.

"You!" Lang Chaosha's right face turned red and swollen when he regained his senses. In his shame and anger, he was about to pull out the longsword in his hand. After all, his cultivation was at the Nether Opening Realm. If he really wanted to use it, it would probably take some effort for Xu Han to take it down. Naturally, he could not let Lang Chaosha feel satisfied.

Before Xu Han bullied him again, he slapped his whip leg heavily and took Lang Chaosha down. Lang Chaosha, who had already been dazed by anger, was caught off guard and put to the ground by Xu Han.

Xu Han took advantage of the hot metal to strike. He suddenly sat in front of Lang Chaosha. A dagger slid out from his sleeve and stabbed straight at Lang Chaosha's palm.

"Ah!!!"

A miserable scream suddenly sounded.

Everyone's faces turned cold. They saw that the dagger had pierced through Lang Chaosha's palm and firmly placed it on the ground. Yin red blood continuously flowed out of his wound.

No one would have thought that Xu Han would actually be so fierce that he would actually hurt Lang Chaosha in front of many disciples.

"Tell them to stop. The next time they don't, your throat will be broken." Xu Han said coldly in Lang Chaosha's ear. "I will keep my word."

His gloomy voice made Lang Chaosha, who was suppressed on the ground, not dare to doubt the truth of his words at all. His face was pale and he didn't care about any face. Immediately, he shouted at the disciples of the Sword Hall who were tangling with Song Yueming's Fang Ziyu, "Stop! Stop!" With that panicked appearance, how could he still have the bearing of a personal disciple?

"What's the ruckus!" At this moment, another voice came from the crowd. It was Long Congyun who brought along many elders and deacons and finally rushed over.

Dragon Congyun, dressed in a seven-star black robe, looked at Lang Chaosha, who was in a sorry state under Xu Han, and then looked at Song Yueming, who was covered in blood on the bell platform, but had a fierce gaze. He frowned.

"Did you ring the Black Dragon Bell?" He looked at the blue-clothed youth with a calm voice.

Seeing all the disciples and elders arrive, Song Yueming finally stopped the movement in his hand. He took a step forward and said, "It's precisely the disciple."

"Do you know that the Black Dragon Bell is a sacred object of the Exquisite Pavilion? You can't ring it casually until the moment of life or death. Otherwise, you will be guilty of betraying the mountain gate." Long Congyun said calmly.

"Disciple knows." Song Yueming nodded her head in response. Although her aura was somewhat dispirited due to the previous setbacks, her voice was extremely loud and clear, not the slightest bit exhausted.

Long Congyun's gaze became gloomier and gloomier at that time.

He carefully examined the youth in front of him once again. His cultivation was not outstanding. Long Congyun had never even heard of him before, but he was standing there. Even though his entire body was covered in blood and his clothes were ragged, Long Congyun felt that he was a hundred times stronger than the so-called direct disciples that he valued before. He was more than a thousand times stronger.

"Then tell me what it is that can make you ring the Black Dragon Bell." Long Congyun thought about this and asked again.

However, in his heart, he was still thinking about how to turn this matter into a small matter and a small matter.

Unfortunately, the green-robed youth did not understand the sect master's good intentions at all.

At that time, he looked around his fellow disciples, his eyes shining like torches.

Then his lips parted.

"Linglong Pavilion's twenty-seventh generation inner disciple, Song Yueming."

"Complaint to the Supreme Elder's Department."

"Change Sect Master for your own benefit!"

"Using power to reinforce ancestral teachings!"

"Chaos Sect with the Evil Code!"

"The three crimes should be punished at the same time. We should abolish our cultivation and expel them from the mountain gate!"

The youth said loudly at that time.

His voice was not loud enough to compare to Huang Zhong Da Lu's voice.

However, his words sparkled like a heavenly voice.

It's amazing.

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