Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Yuan Qinghang remained motionless, discerning the unfamiliar voice behind him, and said, "Master of Bai Tong Tong?"

The people behind him were silent for a while: "You know again?"

Yuan Qinghang glanced around anxiously, thinking of countermeasures, and said perfunctorily: "Just blindly, after all, there are not many people around me who are so elusive, sneaky, and sneaky."

It took a long time for the person behind him to sigh softly: "Your cunning and unpredictable temperament is enough for your mother."

Yuan Qinghang's thoughts changed sharply, and he said with a smile: "Your Excellency is very familiar with my father?"

Suddenly a cold chill rose from behind, Yuan Qinghang glanced around from the corner of his eyes, and vaguely felt that a row of locust tree seedlings in the rear suddenly trembled, and the yin energy of the vegetation seemed to overflow the ground at this moment.

"What do you mean?" the person behind said slowly.

Yuan Qinghang laughed: "No one in the world knows who my father is. If you don't know him, how do you know that my character is not like him?"

These words made sense. The people behind him were silent for a moment before they said lightly: "Although I don't know him well, I also know that he is upright, gentle and honest. How can you be so nonchalant and scheming like you?"

Yuan Qinghang was startled suddenly, and wanted to turn around, but just as he moved, the cold and sharp air in his lower back tightened quickly, like a sharp thorn: "Young Master Yuan, don't move."

Yuan Qinghang curled up his fingers, and a thin needle leaked out quietly from the fingertips.

He took a light breath: "Then you really know who my father is. Bai Tong Tang is really specialized in this field, with hands and eyes all over the world."

When Yuwen Muyun and his mother joined hands to retreat, in order not to add shame to the family, they chose to keep it secret. Except for people who were really close to Yuan Zuoyi and Ji Banxia, ​​let alone the immortal sects, they didn't even know about it. There are very few insiders.

The man behind said: "Of course. Bai Tong Tang has been standing for many years, and this is what makes a living."

Yuan Qinghang said with a smile: "Really? Since you make a living by selling news, then this secret could have fetched a sky-high price. Why hasn't Bai Tong Tang been sold to Yuwen's family?"

There was silence behind him, Yuan Qinghang felt the faint chill, his muscles tensed up, and his fingertips clenched the purple poisonous needle tightly.

After a long time, the voice behind said slowly: "It seems that you and Yu Wenhan have recognized each other."

Yuan Qinghang smiled and said: "So you see, secrets are up for sale, and sometimes they will suddenly depreciate."

The man said: "The turmoil of the past is not our topic today. Young master Yuan, I was having a headache on one matter, and I haven't figured out how to make it happen. Suddenly, you came to the door. I can't say it. I can only ask you to help me." I'm a little busy."

Yuan Qinghang said happily: "Master, please tell me that there is nothing difficult to discuss. It is really difficult to discuss. You will threaten and lure anyway, and you will do everything you can."

The man behind him probably had never seen such a casual bargaining before, and it took him a long time to think about it before saying: "Young Master Yuan, this great change between Shang Yuan and the Xianmen family has been tossing for so many days, do you want to end it sooner?"

Yuan Qinghang sighed: "I think more than anyone else."

"If you want Shang Yuan to die, you have to do it quickly. When he slowly finds the golden core to replenish, no one can predict the consequences." The man's voice changed, low and soft, with a bit of deceptive sincerity, "Hurry up and set up a Trap, killing him in one fell swoop is the best strategy, isn't it?"

Yuan Qinghang listened attentively and said: "Of course that's good, but who can guarantee to kill him?"

The man behind him smiled softly: "How does Young Master Yuan Xiao feel about this place?..."

Following his words, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the originally silent cemetery, and there seemed to be a very light whistling sound resounding beside the rows of pale tombstones.

Yuan Qinghang was secretly angry in his heart, and said coldly: "The hall master is also very proficient in magic techniques, but I don't know if disturbing the corpse like this is damaging the morality?"

In the cemetery, there are all the burial places of the sword cultivators of the Cangqiong Sect. This person performed some spells, but he had the intention of making use of Yin energy to cause trouble!

The man behind him didn't care about it at all, and sneered: "Ji Banxia is good at ghost formations, and he's not going to startle wild corpses and ghosts everywhere. Why, it's only natural for the people of the Mozong to do it, and I have no conscience when I do it. Young Master Yuan, You are quite skilled in using these two sets of scales."

Yuan Qinghang said angrily: "He used nameless wild corpses, and you disturbed the gentlemen of the past generations of the Cangqiong Sect!"

The man behind him suddenly laughed loudly, and the laughter was erratic: "Shang Yuan has killed countless people, and he has already lost his life. If the immortal kings of the Cang Qiong Sect are in the sky, if they know his evil deeds, why not jump out of the ground? Young Master Yuan, you It's really ridiculously pedantic, and at this moment, you really look like your father again!"

Yuan Qinghang was speechless for a moment, murmured and sighed: "Go on."

The man seemed a little impatient, and his tone quickened: "First set up a killing array here, you and Shang Yuan will fight to the death here, and at the last moment, I promise to kill him in one fell swoop, it's that simple."

Yuan Qinghang frowned and pondered, "How do you set up a killing array?"

"According to my information, Ji Banxia is no longer by your side, right?" the man said, "I don't worry about letting him control everything. I'm in charge of the formation here."

Yuan Qinghang's thoughts changed sharply, and he said, "Can you do it?"

The man smiled slightly, and slapped his palm on the tree trunk by his side. Suddenly, all the tombstones in the cemetery trembled endlessly, and the swirling Yin Qi caused countless soil to rustle down: "There are all kinds of spells in the world. When it comes to the mastery of ghost formations, I can't help it." Although not as good as Ji Banxia, ​​it is enough."

This seems to be an understatement, but it implies extremely high skill cultivation. Yuan Qinghang saw it in his eyes and was secretly shocked-this is true. Naturally, the masters of the world are able to understand by analogy.

It's as if he had studied arts with Ji Banxia since he was a child, and he had dabbled in talisman seals, formations, and driving beasts and driving spirits.Even the Yuwen family, who are known to be proficient in mechanism puppetry, and the Tantai family, who are good at controlling beasts and driving spirits, it doesn't mean that their clansmen are only good at this skill.

It turns out that this mysterious master of the Bai Tong Tong Hall is also a hidden master of the art sect. Apart from the astonishing teleportation technique shown earlier, he is also quite proficient in controlling the ghost formation.

Yuan Qinghang said slowly: "You mean, let us work hard to exhaust Shang Yuan's spiritual power. It is best to fight to the death, and then you will come forward to reap the record?"

The man is not ashamed: "Probably so."

"But Bai Tong Tang has always lived in seclusion behind the scenes, so it seems a little unreasonable to grab this extraordinary achievement now?" Yuan Qinghang said.

The man smiled easily: "Maybe I can have some other benefits, but it's not enough to be humane. Young Master Yuan Xiao only needs to say whether he agrees or not?"

Yuan Qinghang rolled his eyes: "Why is Shang Yuan willing to step here? He is old and cunning, isn't he afraid that this place will become Ji Banxia's home field?"

"Because there is a huge opportunity to lure him." The man wrote lightly, "At that time, the Xianzong people will be designed, with heavy casualties, and finally forced here. Shang Yuan is facing countless disabled Jindan masters, why? Not excited?"

Yuan Qinghang's back froze suddenly: "What kind of people called Xianzong will suffer heavy casualties?"

The voice of the person behind was softer: "Young Master Yuan, if you don't throw out some real bloody bait, how could such a suspicious old thief like Shang Yuan step in here?"

Yuan Qinghang gritted his teeth: "What do you want?"

"It's up to you to blow up the spiritual veins on the top of Qianzhong Mountain, killing and injuring a lot, and the rest have nowhere to hide and are forced into here." The man said in harmony, "You can quietly inform the people of the Demon Sect to escape first, you see, You don’t need to sacrifice the Demon Sect, so I can finally do my best to you.”

Yuan Qinghang's heart sank suddenly.

It took a lot of effort for both the fairy and the devil to settle their suspicions. If this development really followed, the Mozong escaped ahead of schedule and let him blow up the spirit veins to hurt people. Wouldn't it be another huge hatred between the two sides?

"Then at a certain time, someone will find out evidence that I killed someone?" He calmly said, "Is the hall master trying to put me to death?"

The person behind seemed to sigh softly: "If I really want you to die, you have died countless times since you were young."

What he said was extremely weird, Yuan Qinghang vaguely felt that something was wrong, but couldn't grasp the point.

But I heard the person behind him say again: "Even if you take the blame again, so what? At worst, we will go back to the past when everyone shouted and beat us. Does the Demon Sect really care about this? Just be your young master of the Demon Sect with peace of mind. Why bother to take advantage of everything."

Yuan Qinghang said coldly: "The benefits are not taken by myself."

The man behind him didn't argue with him, but said: "In short, this good reputation is recognized by both immortals and demons. Young Master Yuan, don't covet it, it's better to give it to others."

Yuan Qinghang said slowly: "Give it to Yu Wenli?..."

The people behind him suddenly became quiet, and said for a long while: "Young Master Yuan is really smart. You see, you have been doted on since childhood, and you can get what you want. Now that you have recognized your grandfather again, everything is just a blessing, so why bother?" Grab this small profit with him?"

The strange feeling in Yuan Qinghang's heart was even greater. Last time he accidentally overheard this person talking to Yu Wenli in the valley, he somehow felt that he was taking good care of Yu Wen's family. Now it seems that he is even more worried about Yu Wenli.

He lowered his eyes and said quietly: "He can take these things as he pleases. But you don't even think about asking me to blow up the spiritual veins and kill anyone."

Before he finished speaking, his body had already jumped forward suddenly, and the poisonous needle in his hand drew a purple cold light, and threw it backwards.

He was seriously injured, and seeing this man's unfathomable skills, he knew that he was no match for him at the moment, so he didn't want to hurt anyone, but just forced him to escape for a while.

Sure enough, the man suddenly dodged his body, and with a wave of his palm, a hard barrier was instantly formed, standing in front of the poisonous needle, and with a "ding dong", the poisonous needle fell powerlessly.

However, Yuan Qinghang's body had already leaped out a few feet, and he let out a sharp whistle, and the small gu carving outside the cemetery heard the call, roared from a distance, and the huge figure rushed towards this side.

Yuan Qinghang used all his strength to meet the Gu Eagle, and in an instant, he had already jumped in front of the Gu Eagle, and threw himself on its back.

Turning over and sitting on it, he finally felt relieved, turned his head and pointed the middle finger over there: "You idiot!..."

Suddenly, his smile froze on his face, and his whole body was cold.

The fuzzy black mist dissipated, revealing the black-clothed figure inside. Although his face was still unclear, he seemed to be able to see the certainty of victory on his face.

From a distance, he clapped his hands at Yuan Qinghang.

With this clapping, a tomb next to him suddenly exploded, revealing a person inside.

His beard and hair are white, his eyes are closed, and he doesn't know life or death.

It was Yu Wenhan! ...

The figure in black said softly, "The old man is fine, don't worry."

Yuan Qinghang was so angry that he wanted to bleed: "What do you want!"

The man in black sighed: "The old man is worried about everyone's safety, and he doesn't want you to worry about it. I came here alone to inspect, and accidentally inhaled the miasma in the cemetery. If you want him to go back safely, just follow our agreement." plan, and everything is happy.”

Yuan Qinghang said coldly: "What if I don't do it?"

The man in black shook his head: "The grandparents and grandchildren who just met may be separated forever. The old man will no longer be able to experience the feeling of licking a calf, and you will not be able to be happy."

Yuan Qinghang stared at him firmly, and said word by word: "I'm sorry, I want to gamble."

He looked at the face of the man in black from a distance, as if he wanted to penetrate the black mist on his face and see inside: "I bet you have a relationship with Yuwen's family, I bet you won't kill Yuwenli's grandfather, I bet I Even if you're not threatened, you won't kill people to build your prestige."

He sneered: "Because you are too smart, you know that killing Mr. Yuwen is of no benefit, it will only completely cut off all possibilities of cooperation, why not try another plan!"

The man in black stood still, and after a long time, he suddenly smiled.

"You're right, let's change the plan." He said in harmony, "I'm easy to talk to, so you stay and the old man goes."

He clasped his palms together and slapped the tombstone, and countless dirt flew back, blocking the tomb, and re-sealed the unconscious Yu Wenhan inside.

"You can't breathe in the tomb, so make a decision as soon as possible." He said in harmony, "You will be bound automatically, and I will let the old man go back. Grandpa and grandson love each other deeply, and I believe that with you as the hostage, he will agree to that plan."

……

On Qianzhong Mountain, the sun gradually set in the west.

Shuang Jiang wandered back and forth on the top of the mountain, looking anxiously at the twilight sky in the distance.

Li Qinghong's figure circled around from behind the rock, looked at her expression, and frowned: "Brother Young Master hasn't come back yet?"

Shuang Jiang said anxiously: "Yeah, I don't know what he is doing. He is seriously injured, but he insists on looking for Mr. Yuwen! It's a good thing now, neither the old nor the young have come back."

As soon as the words fell, there was a long roar in the distant sky, and the figure of the little Gu Eagle flew over in the twilight.

Shuang Jiang was overjoyed, rushed to the edge of the cliff in a hurry, saw the little Gu carving fall, and was suddenly taken aback.

"Old man, why is it you?" She looked into the distance hesitantly, but did not see the figure of the mother Gu Eagle, "Where is the young master?"

Yu Wenhan didn't answer, his face was ashen, and he didn't say a word.

He jumped off Gu Diao's back, looked at Shuang Jiang and Li Qinghong, his lips trembling.

It took a while before he said: "Qing Hang... I happened to meet you Guardian Ji in the mountains and was taken away by him."

Only then did Shuang Jiang heave a sigh of relief, and patted his heart: "That's good. Oh, old man, why do you look so ugly, do you want to ask Young Master Li to show you?"

Yu Wenhan looked at Li Qinghong in a daze, then nodded suddenly: "Yes, yes...you come with me."

Grabbing Li Qinghong's hand, he vigorously dragged Li Qinghong into a nearby retreat room, and slammed the door shut.

His face was as pale as a ghost, he completely lost his usual majestic expression, staring at Li Qinghong, he said with difficulty: "I...I want you to do something for me."