Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

After being dazed for a while, he suddenly became flustered and grabbed Ji Banxia's sleeve.

"Uncle Ji, I was wrong, I shouldn't have told him to go alone." He murmured, as if a blunt knife was slowly cutting his heart, "He would really die without me."

He suddenly let go of Ji Banxia again, and spun around on the hillside by himself: "No, no, I don't care about everything here...I'm going to Wanren Tomb."

Ji Banxia was silent for a while, and said: "You don't care about these things, of course I have no objection. But if you want to enter the Wanren Tomb, you should give up your mind."

Yuan Qinghang asked anxiously: "Why?"

Ji Banxia said: "Li Hongling has already tried, but she can't even get in. There is the last seal left by Sect Master Yuan at the entrance of the teleportation formation. Ning Duo was able to get in because..."

The muscles on his face twitched slightly, as if he was very unwilling to admit it: "It was because the seal of Yuan Zongzhu felt the breath of Yinghui Sword that it was able to pass."

Yuan Qinghang was startled, looked down at his black-gold-and-white-jade fan, and said eagerly: "My fan has fragments of my uncle's own saber intent on it, so I should be able to let me in too!"

Ji Banxia said coldly: "No, feeling the aura from the Demon Sword Zhanhong will only make the remaining will confused and self-repelling, don't you understand?"

Yuan Qinghang was in a state of confusion, gritted his teeth, and suddenly said after a long while: "He's fine. He'll be auspicious, come out safely!"

He continued: "Last time in the mountainside of the underground river, he went on an adventure alone like this, and didn't he come back with all his tail in the end?"

Ji Banxia said lightly: "So if you believe him, you can only wait outside, no matter whether he can get out or not."

While talking, a few young Xianzong disciples came from a distance, Li Ji and Chang Yuan'er came up close, first saluted Ji Banxia, ​​and said: "Young Master Yuan, some elders in the clan asked us to ask Ask, what are your plans next?"

Yuan Qinghang looked into the distance, dozens of sects of immortal sects divided up their places to rest, Lingxiao Temple and Shennong Valley were far away, looking like a sea of ​​blood and hatred, Yu Wenhan didn't bring a few people with him, he was alone Rest under a big tree.

Yuwenli has officially joined the team, and everyone's attitude towards Yuwen's family has become hostile.

Although it cannot be said to be a mass of loose sand, it is by no means monolithic.

Yuan Qinghang sighed in his heart, cheered up, and walked to the crowd of Xianzong.

His every move was closely watched, seeing him approaching, almost everyone cast their gazes over.

Everyone's eyes are also complicated.

Some are full of hope, some have slight doubts, and some have become defensive and suspicious because of the heavy casualties in previous conflicts with the Demon Sect.

Chen Feng stood under the shade of a tree with his hands behind his back, with an indescribably strange expression on his face.

In the past, his only son disappeared, and the suspect in the mist formation was the Mozong. He hated it in his heart. In all kinds of battles to encircle and suppress the demons, Lingxiao Palace has always been at the front.

Although the suspicion of murder fell on Li Qinghong, at that time Li Qinghong was still obeying the orders of the Demon Sect. Whether the Demon Sect ordered him to secretly kill the disciples of the Immortal Sect is still unknown.

What's more, after Li Qinghong returned to Shennong Valley, the entire Mu family had been secretly entangled with the Mozong. The few Moxiu who secretly rescued them just now are clear proof.

However, the young master of the Demon Sect whom he had always hated in front of him saved his life with his own hands.

If it is said that there is no intention at all, it is just a bodhisattva heart, chivalrous and courageous, but he doesn't believe it at all.

Yuan Qinghang nodded lightly at the heads of the suzerains, neither humble nor overbearing: "Everyone, I also know that many people have had bloody battles with the Demon Sect, and even have personal vendettas."

There was a sect master of the Sword Sect with an ugly face, and he said loudly: "My senior brother died under the poison of your Li Hongling, and now I won't settle the score with you. But what is your purpose, let's open it up! "

Yuan Qinghang said lightly: "Oh, what do you think I have worked so hard for? In order to trap you, did you pack it up and send it to Shang Yuan?"

The suzerain gritted his teeth and said, "It's not for the sake of immortality, but for righteousness and chivalry."

Yuan Qinghang suddenly smiled.

He was born to be extremely good-looking, and his eyes were even more radiant, with starlight in them. Such a proud smile made his eyebrows more picturesque, and his expression was contemptuous: "I said yes, but you don't believe it."

He thought for a while, and said sadly: "But you are right, I am not for those. I am just for one person. I have to help him guard this Cang Qiong Sect, and help him protect his poor brothers."

He shook his head: "Like the last time, when he came out of the mist formation, he saw his little brother Zhou die tragically. Although he didn't say anything, I knew how painful and sad he was. This kind of angry thing, again It can't happen again."

Although he didn't say that person's name, everyone was silent, and a handsome young man's face appeared in his heart.

When the young master of the Demon Sect couldn't argue with all kinds of stigma, the sword cultivator genius of the Immortal Sect once carried a long sword and visited each family alone, without fear of cold eyes or reputation. Always defended him.

Even when Tantai Minghao was fighting with this little devil, he stood beside him without saying a word, and he did not hesitate to draw his sword against everyone.

Suddenly, someone said angrily: "You obviously injured him with a sword on the cliff, and Xianjun Ning felt ashamed to face others because of this, so he left sadly. Isn't it a joke that you are talking about him now?"

The person who spoke was a very young disciple of the Sword Sect. He also had a few words with Ning Duo at ordinary times, and he admired him very much. Now he looked at Yuan Qinghang, but he couldn't like him at all.

Yuan Qinghang smiled at him, but he was not angry: "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not."

Chen Feng stood in the distance, slowly staring at Yuan Qinghang, and said: "Okay, in the face of a strong enemy, let go of the grievances between the immortal and the devil first. To deal with Shang Yuan, everyone must let go of their prejudices first."

Yuan Qinghang nodded happily: "Our Demon Sect can guarantee that we will never take the initiative to provoke conflicts in this big formation. If there is any deep hatred, we can solve it ourselves after we go out."

Mu Anyang was on the side, and first stated: "Our Shennong Valley and the Demon Sect originally had a deep blood feud, but now we can guarantee mutual non-aggression."

The rest of the families were well aware of the pros and cons, and they all nodded.

Yuan Qinghang then said: "As I said just now, the defensive power of this large formation is very high, and everyone is safe here for the time being, so don't rush to get out and act rashly."

Chang Yuan'er's father frowned and said, "It's not a solution to be stuck all the time."

Yuan Qinghang shook his head: "No. Time is on our side."

In his eyes, there was a faint light flickering: "Shang Yuan must have some flaws. Don't you find it strange that he is in a hurry to kill so many people?"

Mu Jiarong asked eagerly: "What's so strange? It's nothing more than killing people to seize pills, absorbing other people's spiritual power for his own use, and cultivating some evil method."

Yuan Qinghang said: "If it can't last, what will happen?"

Mu Anyang suddenly said: "I vaguely feel that the skin and complexion on his face are constantly changing. Sometimes it looks like a baby, and sometimes it seems to be suddenly aging."

The people next to him asked in a daze, "Is there?"

Yuan Qinghang said: "Yes."

Shang Yuan's abnormality is actually not obvious, but Mu Anyang and a powerful doctor like him are good at seeing, hearing, and asking, and they can feel this subtle change just by looking at it.

Li Qinghong stood in the shadow of one side, and suddenly said: "If he can't absorb other people's golden core spiritual power, will he continue to age?"

As soon as these words came out, many people were shocked, and their hearts suddenly became clear.

"That's right! Shang Yuan was trapped in Jindan Dacheng more than ten years ago. It has been hundreds of years old, and the signs of the five declines of heaven and man are becoming more and more obvious." Someone murmured, "Although this Canglong Jue has helped him break through Nascent Soul, will the realm be unstable?"

Yuan Qinghang said lightly: "I'm afraid it's not only unstable, it may even collapse at any time. So he is the one who is worried."

Yu Wenhan stood far under the tree, and said slowly: "Those who are in a hurry will easily make mistakes."

Yuan Qinghang looked at the old man respectfully: "So we just have to wait."

...Soon, the day passed in the busy rescue, healing and discussion, and in the dense forest, it came to night.

A round of bright moon rose into the sky, hung among the treetops, and silently illuminated the Thousand Mountains.

Each family found a cave suitable for rest and a leeward tree shade to rest, and some sects even brought tents and bedding with their storage bags large enough.

Shuangjiang walked over to a bonfire with several bowls of fragrant meat porridge in his hand, and said respectfully, "It's been a busy day, everyone, let's have something to eat."

There were three people sitting by the bonfire, Yuan Qinghang, Ji Banxia, ​​and Yu Wenhan.

Yuan Qinghang buried his head, took a piece of kraft paper in his hand, on which a lot of dots and lines were densely drawn, waved his hand absently: "Okay. You put it first."

Shuang Jiang leaned over and couldn't help asking curiously: "What are the masters of Shuzong studying?"

Ji Banxia said: "This defensive array is not invulnerable. If a master of Shuzong will find a way to attack sooner or later."

Yu Wenhan's face darkened, he was ashamed and worried.

Shang Yuan is not good at spells, but there is his cunning and witty grandson outside.

And Yuwenli's skill cultivation base is already a top talent among the younger generation.

Yuan Qinghang pretended not to see the embarrassment of the old man, rubbed his slightly throbbing temples, and pointed to a few places on the kraft paper: "When Yujian and I were patrolling over the mountain last time, we saw these eyes. I thought it was wrong at the time, so I buried some counter-array flags nearby."

That's why a reverse defensive formation was able to be set up in such a large area this time, and even the spiritual power consumption to support the large formation was secretly transferred from the original mountain sealing formation.

Shang Yuan didn't understand, and couldn't see any flaws, but what about Yu Wenli?

Yu Wenhan gritted his teeth: "I'll go there in person later to hide the formation eyes here. In addition, I will place some fake formation eyes nearby to lure the enemy to attack and consume their energy."

Ji Banxia nodded: "I'll add a few more ghost formations, so that most of the people who step in will be injured first."

Yuan Qinghang suddenly thought of something, frowned and said: "Senior Yuwen, there is someone who has been by your grandson's side recently. I just found out now that he is the master of Baiyutang. Do you know what relationship he has with your Yuwen family?"

Yu Wenhan said blankly: "It never happened before, why did he help Li'er?"

Yuan Qinghang was full of doubts in his heart: "That's why I asked you. From the few times I have dealt with him, he is not only very friendly to your Yuwen family, but also seems to be very proficient in spells, and his teleportation skills are extremely exquisite. , is the only one I have ever seen in my life."

There seemed to be a moment of shock in Yu Wenhan's eyes, and he hesitated: "Teleportation?..."

Yuan Qinghang cheered up: "Yes, do you know anyone who is good at this technique?"

Yu Wenhan's eyes were dazed, but he shook his head after a while, with an extremely ugly expression: "No...not now."

In the mountains and forests, the night wind pushed the sound of forest waves. Although the moonlight was bright, these hundreds of people seemed insignificant like a drop in the ocean.

Everyone in Shennong Valley found a place behind a leeward hillside, set up several big tents, and slept in them respectively.

Shennong Valley has always been affluent, and usually just sells various panacea, which is full of wealth. The daily expenses are exquisite, and even when going out, there are disciples who bring all kinds of exquisite utensils.

The tent is made of the fur of spirit beasts, it is tightly windproof, thick and strong.

In the middle of the night, everyone around had fallen asleep, but one of the tents raised a small corner.

A thin black figure leaped out quietly, looked around for a while, and then disappeared into the night without a sound.

Along the mountain forest, he quickly reached the edge of the outermost formation, and hit the invisible barrier head-on.

Without hesitation, he took out the dagger that was overflowing with cold light beside him, and stabbed fiercely at the barrier in front of him!

The dagger seemed to be pierced by a piece of slippery soft skin, and it was instantly swayed, but it was useless.

He wasn't discouraged either, he spotted one spot, held up the dagger, and repeatedly stabbed it fiercely...

Although the barrier was strong, his spirit-slaying dagger was very wicked. After dozens of stabs, finally, there seemed to be a very slight sound.

He was overjoyed, and was about to thrust more forcefully, when a gust of wind suddenly passed behind him.

A figure stood silently behind him, raised his hand to grab his wrist, and threw him heavily to the ground.Qianqian

Li Qinghong rolled on the ground, and was about to get up and stab the person, but when he raised his head, he suddenly froze.

Ji Banxia stood in front of him, condescending, and looked at him coldly: "Come on, why don't you stab me? Anyway, you also took Ting An's arm off, so it's not too late to give me a shot."

Li Qinghong's body trembled, a slight fear appeared in his eyes, and he didn't say a word.

Ji Banxia sneered: "For Qinghang's face, I have been holding back and not touching you. But what are you doing now? Is it good for you to destroy the defensive array?"

Li Qinghong tightly pursed his lips, and suddenly hissed: "I'm not trying to destroy the formation, I just want to get out!"

He suddenly lay down on the ground, and kowtowed heavily at Ji Banxia: "Guarantor right, please help me, I want to go out, please help me open it secretly!"

Ji Banxia stared at him, with anger and pity in his eyes: "You are crazy, and you are going to treat Shang Lang? He has only known you for a short time, why are you so devoted to him?"

Li Qinghong only kowtowed heavily on the ground, but did not speak.

Ji Banxia said angrily: "Death is death. Is there any good person in the Sky Sect? Shang Yuan is his grandfather and Ning Cheng is his master. Maybe he is also a bad guy!"

Li Qinghong hissed: "Whether he is bad or stupid, I don't care. All I know is that he treats me well."

Ji Banxia sneered: "A proud son like him, surrounded by friends since he was a child, is naturally used to being nice to everyone."

Li Qinghong was stunned for a while, then whispered: "It's okay. He has no friends around now."

Ji Banxia was at a loss for words for a while, staring at the black hair on the top of his head for a while, and said bitterly: "One by one, they are all mixed up with the people of Xianzong. Qinghang is like this, so is you idiot. Hehe, follow the young master I didn’t learn anything, but I was infected with stupidity.”

He raised his palm, pressed his backhand on a hidden banner beside him, and said angrily, "Go away, die outside, just don't regret it."

Li Qinghong jumped up suddenly, looked at a gap that suddenly opened in front of him, and called out tremblingly: "Thank you, Guardian Right!"

Turning over and jumping out, his figure instantly disappeared into the gap.The next moment, he had already appeared outside the formation.

The mountain road was rugged, he ran wildly, and after a while, he finally arrived at the location of the Cangqiong faction.

He bypassed the patrolling disciples familiarly, and sneaked into the small courtyard where Shang Lang lived.

Half of the wing room was Ning Duo's residence, and now it was empty and cold.On the other side, there was a little disciple standing outside the room in a daze.

He raised his hand, and a puff of colorless blue smoke floated away, and the little disciple fell down immediately.

Pushing open the door quietly, he approached the bed step by step.

Lifting the bed curtain, Shang Lang's face was exposed on the bed.

It turned out that Yinglang's face seemed to have lost weight in a day, his complexion was pale and haggard, his breath was weak, and a bandage was wrapped around his chest.