Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

In the Chixia Hall, a large number of Immortal Sect members stood in groups, crowded.

They were talking to each other in low voices, but they all lowered their voices, not daring to make any noise.

There were no long desk chairs for receptions, and no fresh fruit spirit spring gifts, and an atmosphere of uneasiness permeated.

In the corner, there are about a dozen people in a medium-sized Xianzong. The leader of the sect is whispering to the head of the Haiqingmen: "No matter what happens today, we have to publicly express our hearts and ask to go immediately."

Beside him, another Jindan master of Shuzong also frowned and said: "We only came here for a short time as a guest. Who would have thought that they would stay here for three or four months. Do we have to stay like this forever?"

But the fellow disciples beside him didn't think so, with a trace of excitement on their faces: "I don't think there's anything wrong with it. I just practiced the Canglong Jue, and my cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds. It's simply wonderful. I'm not willing to ask me to leave now."

Sect Leader Chang looked at his slightly protruding eyes, and suddenly said, "Brother Qian, have you been feeling irritable and tingling in your temples lately?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and said: "It's natural. If you practice a new mental method, you will inevitably feel uncomfortable. Is there a good thing that you can improve by lying down comfortably?"

Sect Leader Chang pondered for a while, and said tactfully, "Brother Qian, if you break through, can you find someone to protect you?"

The man squinted at his own master of the art sect, with a hint of arrogance on his face: "My senior brother used to have a higher cultivation level than me, but now... I'm afraid I can't suppress my spiritual power when I broke through."

His senior brother kept his mouth shut, his expression slightly ugly.

The man smiled again: "But it's okay, senior Shang Yuan will respond to every request, and I will ask him to protect him when the time comes, isn't that all right?"

Chang Yuan'er has been standing behind her father without interjecting, but suddenly, there is a younger brother beside her who speaks rashly: "Hey, isn't Senior Shang just like Xianchang Qian's reborn parents from now on?"

The young man who spoke was wearing the clothes of the Haiqing Clan's juniors. He had a pleasant face, and his eyes were rolling around, very flexible.

That person was inconvenient to get angry, and snorted: "It's not an exaggeration to say that senior Shang has been so kind to you all for being so selfless in helping the fellow Immortal Sect."

The young man clapped his hands, with an envious look on his face: "Yeah, I used to have mediocre qualifications, but now I can not only feel proud, but also step on my peers who used to look down on me. It's so cool to think about it!"

He turned his head to look at Chang Yuan'er: "Little senior sister, my seniors are always bullying me, so I'm going to practice this too. When I become a big student, they will all kneel down and flatter me."

His appearance was a little childish, he seemed to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he spoke without restraint, and his voice was not suppressed, and it spread far away.

Immediately, many people's hearts were moved, and their expressions were strange.

Chang Yuan'er put on a straight face and scolded: "Little brother, if you talk nonsense again, be careful that the master will drive you out of the school and don't want you anymore."

The young man seemed to be very close to her, and he was not afraid of her, he groaned: "I am slow in cultivation and incompetent, this is a great sin, should I be willing?"

His eyes were bright, and he looked eager to try: "Senior Sister, if you don't want me, I'll just join the sect of the Sky Sect, and no one would dare to stop me."

Four weeks ago, many people were attracted by this place, and many people's eyes flickered when they heard what he said.

Some people are thoughtful, some have angry faces, and some are worried. They look at each other with familiar people with uneasy eyes.

Headmaster Li of the Lingwu Hall stood not far away. He had been silent at first, but at this moment he suddenly spoke, as if casually asking his son, "No one in our Lingwu Hall has practiced Canglong Jue so far. You see people in your generation constantly Don't you have any idea to crush you?"

Li Ji replied loudly: "Go back to father, the child is afraid of death, so forget it."

Beside the huge pillars around the hall, there were quite a few white-clothed disciples of the Cangqiong Sect standing straight, one of them was wearing a high-grade shirt with a scarlet embroidered on it, he frowned and asked, "Mr. Li, what do you mean by that?"

Li Ji looked at him, but before answering, the little disciple from Haiqingmen who was next to him interrupted him again: "People who practice Canglong Jue tend to die violently, and they are the targets of the demon sect's heavy hit!"

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and said, "There's no need to be afraid. The sky will fall and there will be tall people supporting it. Even if the Demon Sect wants to kill people, they will choose the ones with high cultivation first."

Those who had practiced Canglong Jue all around froze.

The disciple of the Cangqiong Sect gave him and Li Ji a cold look, and said sarcastically, "If everyone is as greedy as you are, is there anyone to protect the world!"

The little disciple rolled his eyes: "Where are the common people in the world? It's obviously an internal matter of our Xianzong."

The disciple of the Cangqiong Sect was very angry: "The families of the Xianzong are the world for you and me!"

Sect Leader Li frowned and looked at Li Ji, and said lightly, "It's all right if you don't think about making progress. Our sect will be weak in the future, and we won't be able to recruit new disciples. You don't even have any juniors."

The complexions of some sect masters nearby all darkened.

The words of Master Li of the Lingwu Hall hit a huge worry in everyone's heart.

Even if the existing disciples practiced Canglong Jue, they are still disciples of the sect, but in fact, after receiving the great favor of the Cangqiong Sect, are they considered members of their own family or are they disciples of the outer sect of the Cangqiong Sect?

In the end, in the future, all good seedlings with immortal roots and spiritual bones will directly worship under the Sky Sect, and it is inevitable that each family will become weaker and weaker.

If things go on like this, the Cangqiong faction will be the only one, maybe they will be able to surpass everyone and become a transcendent existence that cannot be disobeyed? ...

A loud and distant bell rang ahead, and everyone who was gossiping fell silent.

From the height of the main hall, the tall figure of Shang Yuan stepped out slowly and sat on the huge chair.

He clapped his hands lightly, and the originally quiet place suddenly became even more silent.

"Everyone, it's a happy event to invite everyone here this time." He looked down with bright eyes, "Bring it up."

Several white-clothed disciples of the Cangqiong Sect rushed in, escorted three dying demon cultivators into the main hall, and pushed them to the middle: "Kneel down!"

Several people were bloodstained and glared, but their spiritual power was obviously suppressed. Pushed by these young disciples, they all staggered and fell to the ground.

Shang Yuan looked at the few people on the ground indifferently, raised his head and said: "These are a few heinous demon cultivators who secretly practice ghosts and ghosts and sorcery. The people who died on Qianzhong Mountain are probably their handwriting."

A person on the ground had blood all over his face, and his arms were unable to hang down, apparently all of them had been broken.

He gritted his teeth and yelled angrily: "Hey, what does the magic technique we practice have anything to do with you dead people! There is nothing wrong with punishing you if you want to commit a crime!"

Shang Yuan said: "The sorcery you practice is to devour the monster pills and use them for your own use, right?"

The man was even more angry: "So what!"

Shang Yuan said coldly: "All of the immortal sect's comrades who were murdered lost their gold elixirs and the nearby meridians dried up. This is exactly the same as your method of seizing the monster elixir. Do you still want to quibble?"

The man glared at him viciously: "Fart! You also know that what we want is the monster pill, and your golden pill stinks, so I don't even want it!"

Standing in the front row of the hall are all famous sects, and members of the Mu family all stand in conspicuous places.

Mu Anyang frowned and glanced at those people, and couldn't help but said: "Senior Shang, the technique of ghosts absorbs monsters and monsters, and uses the technique of manipulating dead monsters as puppets. Although the method is evil, it does not take away the monk's golden core."

Shang Yuan glanced at it lightly: "Evil arts can be advanced. These people are all powerful characters in the magic cultivator. How difficult is it to create new evil arts?"

Mu Anyang hesitated: "But this is speculation after all..."

Beside, Yu Wenli led a group of Shuzong disciples, standing quietly, but said in a warm voice: "Master Mugu, if it wasn't done by the Mozong, then there must be someone else. If you have doubts, you might as well speak out, everyone is welcome." See details."

Mu Anyang was at a loss for words for a while, Li Qinghong stared at him, and said quietly: "Anyone is possible. I see that Mr. Yuwen, you are sneaky, and you are very suspicious."

Yu Wenli smiled and looked at the members of the Mu family without answering.

On the other side, Tantai Minghao watched coldly, and suddenly yelled: "The monsters of the Demon Sect are all heinous. Just kill them directly and avenge the dead!"

With this sound, he suddenly jumped up, and with one hand like the sharp beak of an evil bird, he went straight to grab the leader demon cultivator.

His hand was originally strangled by Ji Banxia, ​​but later it was connected with some kind of artificial limb, and one was hidden in the glove.

But when he made a move suddenly, the disabled hand was full of spiritual power, as if it was not affected, and the people around watched him move, and all felt a sudden shock.

——This Tantai Minghao was originally cultivated at a high level. After practicing the Canglong Jue, the state that was regressed because of the scrapped hands has been completely reshaped, even higher than before!

The demon was seriously injured and was about to die, his eyes were red, but he didn't close them, as if he wanted to remember his enemy.

Just when the blood was about to splatter on the spot, suddenly, a cyan sword light rushed across the sky, and greeted Tantai Minghao: "Sect Master Tantai, keep someone under his command!"

It was Mu Qinghui who had been watching silently!

Tantai Minghao flipped his wrist, dodged quickly, and said sinisterly: "What are you doing, do the Mu family have friendship with the Mo sect, and you want to stop the big guy from beheading evil people?"

Mu Qinghui blocked the enemy with a move, stopped quickly, and apologized: "I'm sorry, I have a merciless request."

Shang Yuan sat on the high platform, looked at him lightly, and said, "Oh?"

It's a simple word, but a coercion is coming straight to Mu Qinghui, so that his body sinks, and he can hardly hold the sword in his hand.

Mu Qinghui suppressed the fear in his heart, and said in a harmonious voice: "Senior Shang, when refining medicine in Shennonggu, it is often necessary for living people to try it, but some medicines are powerful, so I dare not try them on people. It's a pity."

He looked at the few demon cultivators who were dying on the ground: "Since you want to kill, why waste it? Why not give it to us in Shennong Valley, and be a medicine man to test medicine, wouldn't it be great?"

The medical practitioners present all looked up in astonishment and looked at him.

The basic bottom line is that there is no need for living people or mortals to practice medicine and make alchemy.

Even if they were enemies of the Demon Sect, there was no reason why they were caught and tried to kill them. Otherwise, what would be the difference from the way of demons and evil?

This Mu Qinghui usually looks gentle and kind, but unexpectedly, he has such sinister thoughts in his heart.

Mu Jiarong exclaimed even more: "Uncle Mu?! How is this possible?"

Shang Yuan pondered for a moment, and seemed to be unable to find a reason to refuse, but for some reason, he looked at Li Qinghong who was below: "What do you say?"

Li Qinghong gritted his teeth and did not answer immediately.Qianqian

The last time Shang Yuan attacked Yuan Qinghang on the top of the mountain, he suddenly drew his sword and attacked Shang Yuan. Afterwards, Shang Yuan didn't blame him, but Mu Anyang was very frightened.

Seeing Shang Yuan's direct roll call now, I felt even more uneasy, and hurriedly said: "My son has been kidnapped by the Demon Sect for many years, and I hate them for entering the valley, so I naturally hope that they will die."

Shang Yuan was thoughtful, and finally nodded to Mu Qinghui after a long while: "Alright, I'll turn them into cripples first, and then I'll give you the medicine to test."

Mu Qinghui's face showed joy, and he took a step ahead, stabbing out with the long sword in his hand, and instantly pointed at the wrists and ankles of several demon cultivators.

Blood was flying, and several people couldn't help but wailed, with expressions of extreme pain on their faces.

But Mu Qinghui said with a smile: "Why bother senior with such a trivial matter? I have broken my hamstrings and tendons, and I have completely become a useless person."

He turned around and waved his hands at the two disciples of the Mu family: "Take it back, lock it up properly, don't call it an escape."

Several people were dragged down, and the ground was covered with bright red blood.

A group of people passed by the gate of the palace, and passed by the people around Haiqingmen. The little disciple remained motionless, but when he raised his clear eyes, he fixed his eyes on several demon cultivators.

Where no one was paying attention, he closed his eyes for a moment, and the long black eyelashes covered a cluster of angry flames inside.

When it was opened again, it was as flat as a mirror.With a slight movement of his fingers, a puff of colorless and odorless smoke lightly attached to the bodies of several demon cultivators and applied to the wounds.

After he finished casting the spell, he looked forward from a distance, and quickly met Mu Qinghui's eyes.

There was a hint of gratitude in his clear eyes, and he quickly moved away.

Shang Yuan sat on the high platform and nodded to Ning Cheng beside him.

Ning Cheng took a step forward expressionlessly, and said, "There is another matter, Master wants to discuss with you."

Everyone's heart tightened for no reason, and they all held their breath and dared not speak.

"According to the inquiring news, Ji Banxia, ​​the right protector of the Demon Sect, frequently appeared in Qianzhong Mountain, and her whereabouts were uncertain. Li Hongling, the left protector, wanted to collect and purchase all kinds of highly poisonous medicinal materials. Presumably, she wanted to launch a violent blow to save the dead little girl. The young master takes revenge."

The whispers below became louder, Yu Wenhan finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said coldly: "It's not like I haven't fought before, so what's there to be afraid of?"

Ning Cheng didn't answer him, and just said indifferently, "In order to wipe out the Demon Sect's forces in one fell swoop, what Master means is that we must strengthen the fighting power of the various families."

Yu Wenhan said: "How to strengthen?"

Ning Cheng said: "Every sect must at least ensure that two people learn the Canglong Jue. From now on, they will concentrate on collective cultivation in the retreat room."

As soon as these words were said, it was like boiling water pouring into a frying pan, and the noise below became louder.

Chen Feng had been keeping his eyes cold and silent, but at this moment he finally said in a deep voice: "One disciple in our sect has already been killed, and the rest of you have no intentions. Thank you for not being sensitive to these two places."

Ning Cheng raised his eyes to look at him, and said lightly: "Everyone's contribution is indispensable."

Although his tone was calm, the strong meaning in it was extremely obvious. Everyone was shocked, saying that it was a discussion. Is this an attitude of discussion?

Rather than talking about it, it is better to say it is an order!

Chen Feng was even more furious: "I am a disciple of the Lingxiao Temple, and I say there is no need to practice, but I don't need to practice."

He said coldly, "Why, if you don't practice, will your Cangqiong sect force you to force it?"

Beside him, a master of the Shu sect also had a distorted expression, and hissed: "Yes, if there are no two people, is the senior Shang going to kill a few more of us?!"

Everyone looked at the person who spoke, and their hearts sank.

A few days ago, there was a family of Shu sects who went out of the mountain overnight, mistakenly touched the eyes of Hushan Dazhen, and was killed by Shang Yuan across the air. It was this family.

Shang Yuan sat motionless on the high platform chair, looking at Chen Feng and the person beside him from afar.

A terrifying spiritual power swelled rapidly, his body flew into the air, his toga and sleeves fluttered, and in an instant, he had already rushed to the front of the hall.

Everyone felt that there was a blur before their eyes, and several blood mist exploded in front of them.

The four figures swayed, and the two disciples of the Lingxiao Palace and the two disciples of the Shuzong next door all fell to the ground.

Amidst the shocking screams, Shang Yuan turned around like a ghost and flew back to his seat.

He said in a calm voice, "People from other families are cultivating, and they are about to have a bloody battle against the Demon Sect. There must be casualties. If you don't want to contribute, and you have to run away, it's better to die early."