In the early morning, the rooster just crowed, the sun just showed a little corner, the sun scattered on the eaves of the tianxingmen hall, everything seemed so beautiful, but only one thing seemed so bad, Qin Feng's mood.
Just an hour ago, Qin Feng received a phone call. It was a team specially sent from zongmen to look for the missing disciples before he went to bed last night. There were 11 people in total, three sixpinjing and eight sixpinjing.
At the beginning of Qin Feng's thought was that if he found out that there was something wrong with the disciples he sent, he would let them come down. After all, those people are just scattered cultivation. Their cultivation should not be too strong. Three six levels of cultivation are enough to deal with them.
But what Qin Feng didn't expect was that after these disciples passed by, they only called back a phone call that he couldn't believe.
"The whereabouts of the missing persons were not found, but more than ten bones were found at the scene, and there were keepsakes of disciples of our clan and other four major sects nearby."
After hearing this, Qin Feng was silent for a long time.
This time, he sent out two disciples of four level cultivation. For him, or the whole Tianxing gate, two four level cultivation is not too much. But for these disciples and their families, it almost integrated into their efforts for the most part of their lives. All of a sudden
Often think of this, Qin Feng will be some can't help themselves, two hands in the head, silent.
"Dada..."
A familiar sound of footsteps came, walked to his side not far away, then sat down in the usual place, followed by the sound of pouring tea.
"Now what are you going to do?"
Asked the familiar voice, followed by the sound of tea.
Qin Feng didn't look up, but continued to look at the picture on the table. It was the picture he asked the disciples who were investigating there to take. It was the picture of several disciples after the accident, but there was some in the picture, just a skeleton with less flesh and blood, even no face.
"It's not a simple injury."
Qin Feng was silent for a long time. At last, he looked up. Qin Han was still sitting in the chair beside him. At this time, he was drinking tea there. It seemed that everything happened had nothing to do with him.
After listening to Qin Feng's words, he nodded casually.
"And what else?"
"They ate all the meat of the disciples. It may be the martial arts of the cult. What ceremony was held there? They just caught the disciples we mixed in."
Qin Han still nodded and motioned for him to continue.
"I've been on the phone with the other four clan leaders before, and the people they sent are the same as us. There's no news, but the keepsakes found on the scene are indeed from their clan. I think this cult may have some strength if we can find and beat all the undercover agents who have been installed in all the clans and subdue them
Qin Han nodded, but did not speak.
"But we have collected and destroyed all the heresy, heresy skills and martial arts as early as 20 years ago. Those guys are unlikely to be passed down from the heresy before, so I think they are probably..."
"Relic cult!"
The two said in unison.
Then Qin Han put down his teacup and looked at Qin Feng.
"After talking for a long time, I finally said something."
Said, stood up to move a muscle, and then looked to Qin Feng.
"Go to inform the patriarchs of all sects. It may not be easy this time."
Qin Feng didn't speak much after listening. He took out his mobile phone and called directly.