Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Chen Feng staggered, his face turned black and blue instantly, and he turned over and fell down.

The people around were originally in chaos, all dodging around, but this happened suddenly, but no one could have expected it, they were all extremely shocked, and they all stood frozen on the spot.

A disciple of Lingxiao Palace finally came to his senses, rushed forward and shouted: "Master!"

Chen Feng's color changed from black and blue to vaguely black, his eyes were closed tightly, and he was already unconscious.

Several disciples of Lingxiao Temple drew their swords in their hands, surrounded Mu Anyang, and shouted angrily: "Hand over the antidote and save my suzerain, or you will die forever!"

Mu Anyang's face was pale, he didn't know whether it was a struggle in his heart, or he was seriously injured, but he just kept silent.

Next to him, Mu Qinghui rushed over with a sword, and looked coldly at the disciples of Lingxiao Palace: "Why, you dare to threaten Shennonggu?"

Mu Jiarong also rushed forward, shaking the "Lizhu" soft sword in his hand, and said angrily: "What are you, you dare to point your sword at my father?"

Li Qinghong swayed out from nowhere, staring at Chen Feng on the ground from a distance, his gaze was dim.

Seeing the power of the Mu family, the eldest disciple of the Lingxiao Palace looked around in grief and indignation: "Everyone commented, their eldest son killed our suzerain's only son, and Mu Guzhu plotted against our suzerain again in order to protect his son! It's the same with all fathers and sons." Vicious and despicable, what is the law of heaven?"

The people around were silent. This kind of family feud, it seems that both sides have difficulties and reasons, and it's really hard for outsiders to favor one side.

Next to him was the great doctor Xiu and Chen Feng who knew each other, so he hurried up to give emergency treatment, but the exclusive poison made by Shennonggu couldn't be easily cured.

After a while, the big doctor just forced a few mouthfuls of black blood from Chen Feng's throat, and Chen Feng was still unconscious.

The Mu family stood on the sidelines, absolutely not intending to take any action to remedy the situation. The Lingxiao Palace was leaderless and chaotic. The head Chang of the Haiqing Sect and the Sect Master Li of the Lingwu Hall looked at each other quietly, feeling even more irritable in their hearts.

If Chen Feng died, the Lingxiao Palace of the Sword Sect would immediately decline; if he was revived, he and Shennonggu would never die in the future.

In any case, the original plan that everyone expected the two sects to raise their arms and jointly force Shang Yuan to make concessions has been completely destroyed.

On the high platform, Shang Yuan overlooked the chaos below, and finally spoke.

"For those immortal friends who are willing to stay, the Cang Qiong Sect will naturally treat each other well. In the middle of practicing the Canglong Jue, if you need a guardian at any time, you can ask the Cang Qiong Sect for help."

He looked at Tantai Minghao at the side: "If someone like Patriarch Tantai can't find someone with a higher level of cultivation to protect the Dharma, I have a duty to do so."

He looked coldly at the group of people standing on the right: "As for everyone, are you still unwilling to contribute to the encirclement and suppression of the Demon Sect?"

Originally, Chen Feng and Mu Anyang were the leaders there, but now the two families have turned against each other, leaving only old man Yu Wenhan standing majestically in front, but he looks very lonely.

The rest of the families looked at Yu Wenhan and held their breath, feeling uneasy.

Shang Yuan stared at Yu Wenhan: "Brother Yuwen, I think you hated the Demon Sect deeply back then, what do you say now?"

Yu Wenhan's expression was chilling: "Whether I kill people or go to war, I always do it voluntarily. No one can force me to do things."

He looked at Shang Yuan and Ning Cheng on the high platform: "What's more, the way is different and they are not conspiring with each other. I can't agree with what your master and apprentice have done, so naturally we have to part ways."

Shang Yuan stared at him, and suddenly heaved a long sigh: "Unexpectedly, the dignified Yuwen family will also fear death and avoid war one day."

He suddenly raised his voice, and said solemnly: "The bloody battles of other families have contributed, and some people want to sit back and enjoy the benefits. There is no such good thing in the world. From today, each family will send out at least two masters who are above the early stage of Jindan to participate in the battle against demons. Wait Dispatch."

He waved his palm in the air, and a terrifying force instantly hit the white jade ground under his feet.

With a loud bang, the ground shook, and where the palm was facing, a huge hole with no bottom appeared, and it was torn apart.

"Whoever doesn't agree, you can stand up now." He said grimly, the threat in his tone no longer concealed.

Yu Wenhan's face was flushed, and he smiled angrily: "Okay, then let me experience the power of the Nascent Soul Realm, and see if Sect Master Shang can kill all the dissatisfied people?"

He bulged his long sleeves, as if driven by infinite wind, several gale winds suddenly rose in all directions, forming a hurricane formation and attacking Shang Yuan.

Shang Yuan sneered, standing up in the air, and pounced like a giant bird: "The Yuwen family blatantly opposes the attack on the Demon Sect, there must be collusion with the Demon Sect!"

The hurricane array is very powerful, and it is Yu Wenhan's famous technique. This move exhausted his entire life's skills, and the expressions of the people around him changed, and they frantically dodged, for fear of being involved.

But Shang Yuan's attack was even more terrifying.

In the center of the hurricane, he swiped casually with one palm.

Suddenly, a crack visible to the naked eye appeared in the center of the formation's eye, which had a huge suction force, and there was faint black air rolling inside.

Yu Wenhan shook his body, and was immediately engulfed by the churning black air, his face suddenly turned reddish purple, and pain appeared suddenly.

It was as if his breath was being strangled by something, tearing his mind apart.

The next moment, a cluster of blood arrows suddenly shot out from his mouth, flying several feet away.

With one move, Grandmaster Shuzong and the current Patriarch of the Beiyu Wen family have been completely defeated.

Shang Yuan retracted his palm, and his blood color suddenly appeared, and he slapped Yu Wenhan on the chest.

Yu Wenhan's body suddenly fell to the side like a kite with a broken string.

Tantai Minghao didn't know when, but he stood on the sidelines, and suddenly stretched out the crippled palm, and stabbed out with a sharp claw that looked like a man or a beast, and stabbed silently at the back of Yu Wenhan's head.

In the eyes of the berserk hurricane, a brocade-clothed figure looked like a ghost, stabbing Tantai Minghao's wrist with a long sword.

Tantai Minghao shrank his wrists sharply, dodging the blow, turned his head to look at the attacking person, the strange claw moved slightly: "Young Master Yuwen, don't worry, I've dealt with your grandfather, and I'll come to seek your life again."

Yu Wenli didn't answer, he supported the crumbling Yu Wenhan, and with a teleportation, under Shang Yuan's infinite pressure, he moved the two of them a few feet away.

He stretched out his fingers like the wind, and sealed several spiritual acupuncture points of Yu Wenhan one after another, blocking the blood flow.

Without hesitation, he immediately turned around and bowed to the ground, saying: "Sect Master Shang is merciful! Grandpa is old and confused for a while. Please, for the sake of the younger generation's hard work, give the Yuwen family a chance to make amends."

Shang Yuan looked at him indifferently: "Oh?"

Yuwen Lifeng's eyes were cold, and he sternly shouted at the disciples in the opposite sect: "Come here yet! Do you want to stay there and wait for the sect to be exterminated?"

He was originally the eldest grandson of the Yuwen family, and he usually had a high prestige in the family. Now that Mr. Yuwen was unconscious, the rest of the people were shocked and frightened. After a moment of hesitation, he had to stand up.

Yu Wenli led the members of the Yuwen family, and said: "From now on, whenever senior Shang has any assignments, the Yuwen family will definitely rush ahead and never shirk. I also ask senior Shang to learn from it."

……

Sect Master Chen of Lingxiao Palace was poisoned, and his life and death were unknown.

The old man of the Yuwen family resisted and was seriously injured, and the eldest grandson of the family took the lead in defecting.

At this point, the alliance that had a chance to join forces with Yibo fell apart, and there was no longer any resistance.

……

In the middle of the night, the welcoming homes of each family were filled with oppression and chills.

Those who took the initiative to join the Cang Qiong Sect had already been taken away, and the rest of the families were ordered to return to their respective resting houses, but there were people guarding them outside, and they were vaguely placed under house arrest.

In the wing room of the Mu family, Mu Anyang was lying on the bed, his face still pale.

Mu Qinghui sat by the bed, looking sad, hesitant to say: "Brother, over there at Lingxiao Palace, what do you think next?"

Mu Anyang stared blankly at the veil above his head, and said in a low voice: "Junior brother...in my whole life, I have only saved countless lives, but I have never killed an innocent person."

Mu Qinghui knew what he was struggling with, and said in a low voice: "As a parent, it is easy to lower the bottom line for the children. I have done everything, and there is no need to regret and blame myself."

He smiled wryly: "What's more, it's still unknown whether everyone can leave this Thousand Mountains alive."

Others are still confused, but the more experts they are, the more frightened they are.

Shang Yuan's behavior has long been seen in the wild, and he can't justify himself at all.

What exactly is he planning, they still can't see clearly for the time being, but if it is to deal with the Demon Sect, it is a big joke.

Mu Anyang's eyes were a little blurred, and he said, "Where's Hong'er?"

Mu Qinghui said: "He boiled medicine for you at the pharmacy, and said that there is a pill that needs to be watched personally."

Mu Anyang was stunned, and said in a low voice: "Junior brother, do you believe what he said? Do you think he has..."

Before Mu Qinghui could speak, he suddenly shook his head: "No, no, there's no need to answer..."

There was a hint of sadness in his eyes: "No matter what he did before, he was taught badly. I have never taught him a day since I was a child, so what qualifications do I have to say about him now?"

Mu Qinghui said softly: "Yes, that's all in the past. If you make mistakes, you can correct them. There is nothing good about it."

Mu Anyang closed his eyes, and said: "Junior brother, I asked you when I was seriously injured last time. If I'm not here, you must help me look after him. No matter what, don't let him be bullied again, and don't let him be bullied again." Displaced again."

Mu Qinghui was sad in his heart: "Brother, don't think about it, you are just injured. Is there any good medicine in Shennonggu? Just take a good rest."

Mu Anyang shook his head: "Anyway, you promise me... Jiarong's grandfather's family is also considered a big family, and he has a mother who loves him, so I don't worry about him. I only worry about Hong'er without my support..."

Mu Qinghui quickly said: "Okay, don't worry, as long as I'm here for a day, I will take good care of him."

... Outside the door, Mu Jiarong raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, but suddenly stopped.

His body trembled slightly, he turned his head, turned around and ran away quickly.

In the temporary pharmacy at the back, a small round medicine cauldron was stewed on the stove, and the flames were faintly burning.

Li Qinghong stared at the medicine cauldron with blank eyes.

The door was suddenly kicked open, and Mu Jiarong stood at the door with anger in his eyes.

Smelling the strong scent of medicine in the room, he sneered: "Why, you caused your father to be seriously injured, and now your conscience has discovered it?"

Li Qinghong turned his head slowly, looked at him, and didn't speak.

Mu Jiarong was even more angry, rushed up, stood in front of him, and stared into his dark eyes: "Others believe your nonsense, do you believe it yourself! You killed our family when the sturgeon was on your back, Chen Qi You were the one who killed you, right?"

Li Qinghong turned his head slowly, and continued to look at Huo Miao: "What's none of your business?"

Mu Jiarong said angrily: "Why is it none of my business? This is about the entire Mu family! You killed his son, and you have no ability to handle it yourself, which made my father stand up for you. It didn’t heal, and now it’s happening again.”

Li Qinghong said slowly: "Your father? Isn't he also my father?"

He lowered his eyes lightly, and said to himself: "The old cow licks the calf, the centipede lays eggs, he wants to protect me, why are you so jealous?"

Mu Jiarong was angry and anxious: "Who wants to be jealous of you? You play tricks on Shang Lang, pretend to be cute to lie to my father, and lie to the world that your hands are not stained with blood. You, a person who is full of lies, will reap the consequences sooner or later!"

Li Qinghong said lightly: "You are just jealous. Because your father is not yours now. He loves me and dotes on me, and also intends to pass Shennong Valley to me in the future."

He suddenly grinned: "You're terrified, and you're so angry that you're dying, but it's a pity you don't dare to say it publicly. A child like you who grew up in a honeypot is a waste."

Mu Jiarong's face was flushed with anger, and he was so excited that he became dizzy and said angrily: "You are a bereaved star, you beat your mother to death as soon as you were born, and now you are here to harm my father! "

Li Qinghong, who had been bickering with him all this time, suddenly changed his expression.

He turned his head viciously, his eyes turned red instantly: "Say it again?"

Mu Jiarong said angrily, regretting slightly in his heart, but he was not willing to show weakness in his mouth, and said loudly: "I said that it will be a disaster for anyone who meets you. If Chen Feng recovers in the future, he will definitely kill Shennonggu. By then , do you want people from Quangu to bury you with you?"

With a flash, Li Qinghong leaned forward like a ghost, and grabbed his throat suddenly: "I won't beat anyone, I'm here to beat you!"

Mu Jiarong didn't expect him to attack suddenly, he didn't notice for a while, and he was captured immediately, almost out of breath, and said: "You have the guts to kill me now!"

Li Qinghong said: "Do you know why your mother is afraid of me? I told her, if she wants to deal with me, one day I will run into your room at night when no one is prepared, and stab you with left and right stabs Draw dozens of lines with Tu Ling."

He sneered: "She was scared to death, hehe, don't dare to mess with me again."

Mu Jiarong was half dead with anger, and hissed: "You bastard, what kind of man is it to scare my mother like this?"

Li Qinghong said coldly: "I've always been a young person, unlike you famous sects who are full of benevolence and morality, but are more disgusting than maggots behind your back."

He worked harder with his fingers, and managed to watch Mu Jiarong's breathing become increasingly difficult: "I've wanted to treat you like this for a long time. Ever since I first saw you from a distance when queuing in the big competition, I hated it so much."

The air in Mu Jiarong's lungs gradually thinned, and he kicked his feet wildly. He said with difficulty, "You...are you crazy? I didn't know you back then!"

Li Qinghong's forehead was suddenly throbbing with veins: "I just hate that you are delicate and expensive, hugging you from front to back; I just hate that you are ignorant of the world and doted on by thousands of people!"

He hated Dasheng in his eyes, and his fierceness gradually increased: "From the first moment I heard your name, I thought you were extremely annoying. What Jiarong, isn't it just eating the fairy grass that makes people fearless, thunderous, beautiful and prosperous, bah !"

Mu Jiarong was so suppressed that he couldn't speak, he fumbled with something beside him with his backhand, and with all his strength, he slammed Li Qinghong on the head.

But it is an idle alchemy furnace.

Li Qinghong didn't dodge either, even though his head was splashed with blood, he let go of his hand, turned around and rushed out the door.

……

There were people guarding outside, but it was the people of the Sky Sect who specially sent people to watch the Zhu family.

Li Qinghong raised his hand, a cloud of mist instantly fascinated several guards, like a wounded beast that walks at night, he rushed towards the residence of Lingxiao Palace.

It didn't take long to arrive at the elegant house where Lingxiao Palace lived.

It was late at night, and there was still a faint light in the main wing, presumably there were disciples guarding the injured master all night.

With dim fire in Li Qinghong's eyes, he stooped to the window, pierced a corner of the window paper, and gently sent a wisp of smoke inside.

There was only one young disciple inside, wearing the costume of the disciples of Lingxiao Temple, bending down and looking down at Chen Feng in front of the bed, as if watching the master's complexion.

As soon as the light smoke came into his nostrils, he shook his head blankly, and suddenly fell down.

Li Qinghong pushed open the window, turned over and jumped in.

The same medicinal fragrance filled the room, Chen Feng's face was like gold paper, lying on the bed dying.

Li Qinghong stared at him firmly, and approached him step by step.

Suddenly, he raised his hand, and Turing's dagger flashed coldly, stabbing down at Chen Feng's heart on the bed.

At this moment, there was a breeze behind his head.

Neck numb, he swayed, turned over and fell down.

With the candlelight flickering beside him, the little disciple who had been unconscious just now turned to him leisurely and sighed.