After Chen Mang rescued Kong Jian, he and Qing'er came to the top of Guangming.

At this time, all the disciples of the Ming Cult went to the foot of the mountain to resist the siege of the six major sects. The troops on the top of Guangming were very empty, and there were almost no patrolers.

The two of them walked on the mountain for a while and soon found the family of the Ming Cult disciples.

Looking at the scattered courtyard in front of him, Chen Mang couldn't help but be stunned and turned to Qing'er and said, "Qing'er, your ears are so good, why don't you lie on the ground and listen to where the secret is?"

Qing'er gave him a angrily glance: "If you want to listen to yourself, I can't hear it anyway."

Chen Mang couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, and thought for a while and said, "Why don't we just catch someone and ask him where Yang Buhui lives?"

Qing'er nodded and soon set her eyes on a more grand yard that looked like a person with identity living. She jumped into the wall with a little toe.

After a while, Qing'er opened the yard gate from inside and walked in to welcome Chen Mang.

In the hall, two women were lit up by Qing'er. One was a woman in her thirties and the other was a girl. She looked 70 to 80% similar, and she looked like a mother and daughter.

After seeing the appearance of the mother and daughter clearly, Chen Mang glanced at Qing'er with a strange look.

Their purpose of this trip was to find the entrance to the Guangmingding Secret Road and to bring out Cheng Kunzang's explosives. Unexpectedly, Qing'er caught Yang Buhui by just one person. This is a great luck! If it is in modern times, he would have to take Qing'er to buy a lottery ticket no matter what!

While he was thinking about it, Qing'er had already drawn out the sword and pressed the tip of the sword against the girl's chest. He opened the woman's acupoints with a little distance from his right hand.

The woman's acupoint was untied, and she begged for mercy with a panic look on her face, "Please, don't hurt my daughter!"

Qing'er snorted coldly and said, "I'll ask you and answer. If you dare to hide it, I will stab her with a sword!"

The woman nodded repeatedly with tears in her eyes and said, "As long as it is something I know, I will tell you the truth. I just ask you not to hurt my daughter..."

Seeing Qing'er like a big villain, Chen Mang couldn't help feeling helpless and said to the woman with a gentle smile: "Don't be afraid, we are not bad people."

The woman turned her face and looked at Chen Mang, afraid of being unhappy for him, so she forced a smile on her face and nodded vigorously, "Well! Hero, you are a good man. Just ask what you want to know."

Looking at her smiling face that was even worse than crying, Chen Mang shook his head in a hilarious way and said to Qing'er: "Let's untie the little girl's acupoints, she's just Yang Buhui."

"Is this a coincidence?"

Qing'er was stunned and slapped Yang Buhui's acupoint with a casual palm.

Yang Buhui was slapped by her and sat on the chair, and said angrily: "Who are you? You dare to come to my house to commit crimes. I will let my father kill you all!"

"Your father doesn't have that great ability."

Qing'er hummed disdainfully and turned her face to Ji Xiaofu: "Ji Xiaofu, please take a closer look at who I am."

Ji Xiaofu looked at Qing'er's face carefully for a while, and suddenly screamed in surprise: "Ah, uncle! You are uncle Qing'er!"

Qing'er had reexamined her at this time and found that her kung fu had been abandoned and almost lost her separation from ordinary women. She sighed and said, "Oh, since you volunteered to follow Yang Xiao, then let's do it. Where is Yin Liting now? Take us to find him!"

"Yes, uncle!"

Ji Xiaofu respectfully gave a respectful salute, led the way in front, and soon took Chen Mang and the others to the room where Yin Liting was imprisoned.

As soon as Chen Mang entered the door, Yin Liting immediately recognized him, struggled with the iron chain on his body and stood up, shouting ecstatically: "Uncle Master, you finally came to save me. I thought you forgot me!"

"Your uncle just thought about explosives in his mind, and he really forgot you..."

Qing'er complained about Chen Mang, and waved the sword in his hand as he spoke, and cut off all the shackles on his body with a few clangs.

"Thank you aunt!"

Yin Liting, who had removed the shackles, felt relaxed, took a few breaths of free air, and then said with a stern look: "My boy's skills have been achieved, so let's go and fight with Yang Xiao for another fight to avenge the imprisonment for these ten years!"

"Bang!"

Chen Mang slapped him on the back of the head: "Fight against you, a big-headed ghost, help Uncle Master bring explosives first!"

Yin Liting bared his teeth in pain, glanced at Yang Buhui who was covering his mouth and laughing at him, and complained in a low voice: "Uncle Master gives me some face, someone is there..."

"Oh, I haven't seen each other for ten years. Our Liting has really grown up. Everyone knows to maintain their image in front of their sweethearts."

Chen Mang teased and immediately made Yin Liting and Yang Buhui blush.

Chen Mang knew at a glance that they had a good impression of each other, so he stopped talking about anything, got back to the point, and told Cheng Kun's conspiracy in a few words, then took everyone to find the secret passage of Guangmingding, and brought out the explosives hidden by Cheng Kun in boxes one by one.

These explosives have always been a big concern for Chen Mang.

The secret path project of Guangmingding has long been hollowed out underground. If these explosives explode, the entire Guangmingding will probably collapse. Although he and Qing'er are not afraid, it is hard to say that the disciples of Wudang and Emei are.

After moving all the explosives out, Chen Mang finally felt relieved and told Yin Liting to take care of it carefully, then he took Qing'er back to the secret path.

Soon, the two of them came to the Ming Cultivate General Assembly and hid on the side and peeked.

At this time, Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao, all the people in the scattered area were already present, and Peng Yingyu had a bulging bag next to him, which obviously brought Zhang Wuji with him.

Monk Peng said: "I came from the northeast and learned that Kong Zhi, the head of the Shaolin Sect, brought his junior brother Kong Xing and more than a hundred disciples, were coming to Guangmingding to participate in the besiege of our sect."

Leng Qian said: "Zhengdong, Wudang!"

Yang Xiao's face changed and he asked, "Who leads the team in Wudang?"

Leng Qian turned his face and said nothing.

Monk Peng looked at Yang Xiao with disdain and said sarcastically: "Wouldn't everyone come the same? I will not let anyone go anyway. My Master Yang, in the years you have been in charge of power, some ecclesiastical people have relied on their martial arts to be traitorous, lustful, abducted, and plundered, resulting in the reputation of this sect. Should you be rectifying it well?"

"Monkey Peng, what do you mean!"

Yang Xiao's face was so gloomy that water was about to drip out of water when he heard Peng Yingyu's sarcasm.

However, before he could attack Peng Yingyu, Zhou Dian, one of the five scattered people, attacked Yang Xiao first and slapped Yang Xiao: "Fuck, there is no Master Yang in our Ming Cult. Yang Xiao, you want to be the leader. I, Zhou Dian, are you dissatisfied with it!"

Zhou Dian was not Yang Xiao's opponent. After two or three moves, Yang Xiao was slapped in the face.

Seeing this, Peng Yingyu shouted: "Zhou Dian, I'll help you!" Then he went up to fight with Zhou Dian and Yang Xiao.

"It's all my brothers, stop beating!"

Seeing that everyone had an internal strife, Wei Yixiao hurried forward to persuade the fight, which soon turned into a big melee of four people.

Seeing this, the others joined the battle group one after another. Soon, the field had become a competition of internal strength.

While Chen Mang was hiding beside him and watching the show quietly, he suddenly noticed something was happening in the northeast corner. He looked over there and saw a monk sneaking out and approaching Yang Xiao and others quietly.

When he approached Yang Xiao, the monk suddenly started a attack, and his move was like lightning, and he pointed at everyone present!

In an instant, everyone in the Ming Cult fell down one after another, leaving only the monk standing in the field, making a long smile.

"Hahahaha! Today I have to take revenge, it's so satisfying! When you are down, don't forget to tell Yang Dingtian that the one who destroyed your Ming Cult is my Hunyuan Pili Hand Cheng Kun!"

After a burst of laughter, Cheng Kun walked forward with a smile on his face, and it was about to kill Yang Xiao and others one by one.

At this time, the cloth bag beside Peng Yingyu suddenly swelled, and with a bang, the entire cloth bag exploded instantly.

Cheng Kun was startled by the sudden change and quickly covered the broken cloth with his monk's robe.

When the scene calmed down, Cheng Kun lowered his arms and saw a young man standing in front of him, emitting a holy aura on his body, with a solemn appearance, which made people dare not look directly at him!

"Chengkun, today will be your day of worship next year."

The boy spoke very plainly, as if he was a divine decree, without any emotion. Then he waved his palm out, and a fire dragon emerged from his palm, roaring and swallowing Cheng Kun!

Cheng Kun didn't even have time to scream, and was instantly burned into ashes by the fire dragon!

Everyone present was stunned, looking at the young man who looked like a god in the venue, opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak.

Peng Yingyu was the first to come back to his deity, his eyes rolled, and he shouted: "The Holy Fire is the Holy Fire! The Ming King is born, believer Peng Yingyu, pay homage to Mingzun!"
Chapter completed!