Young Master Xing was stunned, but did not let go. The old beggar seemed to be getting closer, his "

Just as he was about to get closer, a cold voice suddenly came from behind: "Get out of the way." Everyone turned around and saw that Guanglingzi had stood at the door at some point. His eyes were gloomy and his whole body exuded a chilling aura.

The old beggar's

Guanglingzi stared at the secret book in Young Master Xing's hand, and his tone was firm and unquestionable: "I must take this secret book away." He stretched out his hand and tried to grab the secret book from Young Master Xing's hand.

At this moment, a strong light came from the secret book, and golden blood patterns hovered in the air, as if forming an invisible barrier, tightly entangling Guanglingzi's arms.

Guang Lingzi's face turned pale in an instant, and a black spot quickly appeared on his arms, spreading rapidly.

"What kind of power is this!" Guanglingzi roared, his voice full of pain and helplessness.

Young Master Xing held the secret book tightly, felt the power from it, and an inexplicable sense of firmness surged in his heart.

Seeing this, the old beggar quickly said from the side: "This is the inheritance token of Tianji Pavilion. Only Allah can control it. If others touch it, they will only be backfired."

In this tense confrontation, Lei Dunzhu suddenly remembered his father's words before his death. He trembled and took out half of his jade pendant from his waist. The shape of the jade pendant perfectly matched a symbol on the secret book.

He placed the jade pendant on the secret book, and the golden blood pattern on the secret book suddenly became brighter, as if he had received some kind of response.

"This... what is this!" Guanglingzi's voice was a little unwilling. He stared at the jade pendant in the hand of the Thunder Lord, with a complex light flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, the old beggar whispered: "City Lord Sima Zhao, who colluded with foreign enemies, and personally destroyed the entire Tianji Pavilion."

Su Heng's"

Guanglingzi's face became more and more gloomy. He suddenly turned around and glanced at everyone,"

In this tense atmosphere, Su Heng suddenly stood up, her voice calm and firm: "No matter what, we must solve this mystery today, otherwise, the wronged souls of Tianji Pavilion will never rest in peace."

Guanglingzi smiled coldly and glanced across every corner of the clinic, as if looking for something.

At this moment, a sudden burst of footsteps came from outside the door, as if countless black shadows were approaching quickly.

Su Heng's eyes were firm, and she turned around and said to everyone: "Go to the dungeon of the backyard first, where there is a secret passage leading to the outside of the city."

The old beggar whispered: "Only by finding the other half of Yu Jue can we truly unravel the secrets of Tianji Pavilion."

The Lord Lei's expression was solemn. He held the jade pendant in his hand tightly and looked at Mr. Xing firmly: "We can't hesitate anymore, we must act immediately."

Young Master Xing nodded, his heart full of determination. He held the secret book tightly and said firmly: "Let's go, we can't sit here and wait for death."

Everyone acted quickly and prepared to face the upcoming challenges.

The heavy oak door of the clinic was smashed to pieces, and a group of black-clad killers swarmed in like a group of crows pounced on a fresh corpse.

Their swords were extremely sharp, and they flashed dangerous light in the flashing candlelight, reflecting a kind of cold, greedy hunger.

There was a clear tension in the air, with the old smell of sweat and the smell of cheap iron mixed with the sweet aroma of herbs.

A fierce battle broke out.

A man in a flowing blue shirt was moving at an extraordinary speed, and his figure turned into a blurred light and shadow when intercepting the first wave of attackers.

He is not an ordinary doctor or scholar. His movements are precise and fatal. Each blow contains martial arts skills that have been tempered for many years.

He was like a dam, blocking the surging tide and buying valuable time for others.

"Go away!" he roared, his voice hoarse due to excessive force, "Go to the back, go to the cellar! Quick!"

Others did not hesitate.

Young Master Xing held the book with a pulsating light tightly, and the warmth of the book penetrated into his trembling fingers like a life-saving straw.

He could feel the burden of responsibility on himself, which was the weight of secrets and ancient knowledge.

They followed Su Heng and hurried through the back room, pungent dry herbs and rhizomes filled their nostrils.

A trap door hidden under the heavy carpet was opened suddenly, revealing a dark, wet passage that stretched downward.

They crawled into the ground one by one, and the sound of fighting on it gradually became weaker.

The air in the cellar was dull, filled with the smell of mold, and other things...a metallic smell, almost bloody.

The flashing lanterns in Su Heng's hand cast long and dancing shadows, and they seemed to twist like living things.

When they reached the bottom, the Qingshanke suddenly closed the trap door, and the sound echoed ominously in the narrow space.

He turned around and showed a face full of firm determination.

He pointed to a heavy iron door on the wall in the distance.

"There," he said hoarsely, "it's a secret passage." But a strange look flashed in his eyes...what did he recognize?

Or doubt?

They rushed towards the door, but suddenly stopped.

In front of them stood a man tied up in chains and stuffed in his mouth, his eyes burning with a mixture of anger and despair.

He is one of the Prime Minister's secret guards - the one they have been hiding!

Another bizarre, disturbing change took place.

The walls of the cellar were not noticed in panic, but now they attract their attention.

The rough stones are carved with complex patterns and celestial figures, which echo the blood patterns in the book.

Stars and constellations are connected by mysterious symbol lines.

This cellar is more than just a hiding place; it is a map, the key to opening up greater things.

Its meaning is shocking.

Suddenly, a creepy laughter echoed in the cellar.

Guanglingzi, his eyes flashed with unnatural light, stood at the top of the stairs, his whisk flashed with energy.

He waved the whisk and a thin line that was almost invisible shot towards the book.

The thin thread wrapped around the book and pulled it over from Mr. Xing's hand.

When the book flies in the air, the blood patterns seem to be pulled out of the book and sucked into the whisk.

That book, now without those marks, fell to the ground, lifeless.

Su Heng reacted immediately, and her hand quickly reached to the sword around her waist.

"No!" she screamed and rushed towards Guanglingzi.

But it's too late.

A deafening roar came from above like the roar of a dragon.

The whole clinic trembled violently.

From somewhere above, there was a noticeable metal collision of gears rubbing against each other.

The ground at their feet began to move and tilt.

"Tianji Lock!" Su Heng whispered, her face full of fear.

"He activated it."

The walls of the cellar began to collapse, and dust and debris fell on them like rain.

The Qingshan Guest looked at the locked secret guard from the collapsed cellar, and a strange, almost sad understanding appeared in his eyes.

He walked towards the secret guard, his hands hanging above the chain...
Chapter completed!