More and more soldiers were summoned and began to dig out the rubble from the pile of rubble.
Although Temujin's injuries were not light, he had no intention of leaving. His eyes were fixed on the pile of rubble.
Soon, bodies were dug out one by one. They were the elite warriors who had followed him into the secret chamber. They did not have the cultivation of a Grandmaster, so they naturally could not survive the explosion in such a confined space.
Temujin remained unmoved. He needed to confirm the death of the Tongtian Shaman. "Keep digging!"
After a while, Li Chimei was also dug out. His jade-like skin was charred black, and his body was badly mutilated. His face was only vaguely recognizable.
When an explosion occurred in such a confined space, no matter how good his qinggong was, he had nowhere to hide. Moreover, he was at the forefront, so the impact of the explosion was the greatest. Even with his level of cultivation, he died on the spot.
Temujin's eyelids twitched. "Continue!" he said in a low voice.
Seeing Li Chimei's tragic death, Ba Siba suddenly felt a sense of sympathy. He and Li Chimei had always been good friends. Their martial arts were about the same, and he admired Li Chimei's knowledge and wisdom. But such a person had died just like that.
He knew that if he had not been searching for the remnants of the Tongtian Shaman outside, he would have been among the corpses. Li Chimei had always been the Khan's most trusted confidant, but after his death, the Khan looked at him the same as he looked at the corpses of other warriors.
He knew that the Khan cared about the life and death of the Tongtian Shaman the most. As long as the Tongtian Shaman was dead, no matter how many other sacrifices there were, he would not hesitate.
The surrounding soldiers and shamans all used their hands and feet to search. After a while, the crowd of soldiers cheered as they finally found the body of the Tongtian Shaman.
Temujin's expression changed. He hurried over, pushed aside the surrounding soldiers, and stared at the broken body. His clothing and hairstyle were barely recognizable. The only reason he could confirm his identity was because of the golden mask on his face.
Temujin frowned, still a little worried. He reached out and took off the mask on his face. The man's face had been burned by the high temperature, but his features could still be seen through the lines between his eyebrows.
Pang Diandian, who had heard the news, nodded. "It is indeed him."
"Hahaha, finally dead!" Temujin breathed a sigh of relief. Although the Tongtian Shaman always wore a mask and few people had ever seen his face, Temujin and Pang Ban did not include them, so they naturally recognized him.
Temujin felt as if all the pent-up frustrations in his heart had been swept away. He didn't even care about the injuries he had sustained. With a loud laugh, he ordered: "Give these warriors a proper burial. In addition, they will be promoted one rank and their positions will be inherited by their children and relatives. As for Li Chimei, he has no children. Enshrine him in the Hall of Meritorious Officials and let him enjoy the incense of our Great Mongolian Empire for generations to come. "
Ba Siba felt a little better. Although this Great Khan was not a generous and benevolent ruler, he was willing to give his subordinates high positions and generous salaries. This was also the reason why so many surrendered generals were willing to work for him.
"Imperial Preceptor, I'll leave Skyreach Shaman's henchmen to you." Temujin finally remembered that he needed to return to the palace to recover from his injuries. However, Skyreach Shaman had always been a thorn in his side. Now that he had finally gotten rid of him, he felt as if he could walk much more easily.
A few miles away, in a secluded residence, a black figure coughed up a mouthful of blood. "If I don't get my revenge, I'm not a man!" he said with hatred.
A mysterious old man wearing a cloak supported him and channeled inner energy into his body. "Supreme Lord, your injuries are not light. I'm afraid you won't be able to recover in a short period of time."
"Don't worry, I'm not a reckless person. I won't make a move before I recover," the black figure said with hatred. "I just don't know what went wrong this time. I was the one who told them to deal with Song Qingshu, so why did they suddenly attack me?"
If Song Qingshu was here, he would have recognized the two immediately. The mysterious old man in the cloak was Huo Shan, the Elder of the Mountain, and the black figure was Venerated Ming, who had disappeared for a long time.
"Man proposes but God disposes." The old man sighed. "It's a pity that we spent so much effort to replace the Tongtian Wizard. I didn't expect that we would fail at the last step. I'm afraid we'll have to redo all our previous plans."
Venerated Ming laughed. "At least I've recovered to the peak of my strength after absorbing all of the Skyreach Shaman's energy. Don't worry, when my injuries recover, it'll be easy for me to do anything with my Grandmaster cultivation."
When he first approached the Skyreach Shaman, the Skyreach Shaman had already planned to deal with Temujin. How could he not be happy to have such a powerful helper? Thus, he took him under his command.
Venerated Ming was highly skilled in martial arts and meticulous. Every time he completed a mission, he would do so beautifully and gradually gained the Skyreach Shaman's trust.
Later, he found an opportunity to sneak up on the Skyreach Shaman. Both he and the Elder of the Mountain were experts in assassination and could be said to be the kings of assassins for two generations.
Even the Skyreach Shaman, with his Grandmaster cultivation, failed miserably and had his energy sucked dry by Venerated Ming's Absorbing Stars Great Technique. Then, Venerated Ming put on the Skyreach Shaman's mask and began to impersonate him.
As for the crippled Skyreach Shaman, he was not in a hurry to kill him. Instead, he locked him in a secret room and interrogated him about all his secrets, gradually extracting all of his knowledge.
Venerated Ming did not expect to be able to escape this time. He felt that he really had to thank the Elder of the Mountain for helping him even in death.
"Continue to hide beside Xu Liewu. If there are any changes, I'll let you know," Venerated Ming ordered.
The Elder of the Mountain nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Are we really going to leave the Ming Dynasty alone?"
Venerated Ming's face was indifferent. "Now that the Mongolians are getting stronger and stronger, the Ming Dynasty of the Central Plains can only defend themselves and not fight back. Its potential is destined to be limited. Are we going to stay there and perish with them? It's easier to hide within the Mongolians and replace them from within. "
"After the last trip to the Western Xia, Xu Liewu has suffered serious losses in both power and prestige. Should we change our target now?" the Elder of the Mountain said.
"Of course we should change." Venerated Ming snorted, his eyes shining. "Xu Liewu can only be the King of the Western Regions at most. How can that compare to becoming the master of the entire world? If Temujin one day finds out that the empire he worked so hard to conquer has been given to me, I wonder how angry he will be. Hahahaha, pfft …"
Seeing him vomit, the Elder of the Mountain was shocked. "What happened to you, Venerated Ming?"
Venerated Ming's face darkened. "Those bastards even poisoned the tea. How despicable."
"Then what should we do? I'll go to the palace to find the antidote for you." The Elder of the Mountain stood up.
"No need." Venerated Ming waved his hand. "This little bit of poison won't kill me. At most, it'll just take some effort." If the Elder of the Mountain entered the palace and alerted Temujin, then the perfect escape plan would be wasted.
"Then rest well for the time being, Venerated Ming. If you need anything, let me deliver it to you." The Elder of the Mountain bowed to him and quietly left.
As Venerated Ming adjusted his internal energy, he thought to himself, Where should I go next?
Meanwhile, when Song Qingshu heard the huge commotion coming from the Shaman Sect, he rushed over. Just as he was about to arrive, he was stopped by a beautiful figure.
Looking at the fairy-like woman in white, Song Qingshu smiled. "Greetings, Miss Jin."
Jin Bingyun looked at him quietly for a long time before sighing. "Your acting skills are really good."
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