Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Although people from all the sects of the Immortal Family also guessed the identity of the startled corpse, but when they really heard it from Ning Cheng's mouth, the impact was quite different.

Shang Yuan was full of green energy, staring at Zheng Yuan's corpse, but did not immediately refute.

In this corner of the cemetery, there are patches of locust trees that grew up at some unknown time behind them, and the yin energy is like a substance. Under the nourishment of this yin energy, the bones of Zheng Yuan's corpse were faintly black before, but now they have become even blacker.

Ning Cheng's voice was full of grief and shock, and he murmured: "Senior Brother Zheng, although you died wronged back then, the wrong has its own owner and the person who killed you has already died, so why... "

Zheng Yuan has been dead for many years, how could he really understand his words, suddenly roared, and the epee in his hand swung towards Shang Yuan again.

With one stroke of the sword in Ning Cheng's hand, sparks splattered and met its epee. Zheng Yuan seemed to have sensed the faint aura of his fellow apprentice, and was startled slightly, the epee could no longer cut down.

There seemed to be a gleam of water in Ning Cheng's eyes, he lowered his eyes to hide his expression, and with all his might, Zheng Yuan's startled corpse flew back a few steps, crashing into the locust tree behind him.

A few locust trees snapped apart, and a gust of wind gusted, revealing a person behind.

Sitting in a wheelchair, motionless, looking at Zheng Yuan's corpse that fell beside him, his body began to tremble.

There is no trace of business! ...

Everyone exclaimed, and they were all inexplicably surprised: Shang Yuan's own son, since Shang Yuan forcibly opened his meridians in the main hall last time, seemed to be able to stand up and walk a few steps, he was rarely seen in front of people, so why? Will suddenly appear here?

Yuan Qinghang was secretly startled, and quietly glanced at Ning Duo beside him.

Ning Duo's eyes were shaken, he stared at the few people over there without saying a word, and frowned sternly.

Yuan Qinghang's heart moved, and he whispered: "You lower your head."

Ning Duo didn't know what he was going to do, but he didn't ask, and immediately bowed his head submissively.

Yuan Qinghang quickly took out the materials of disguise from the storage bag, briefly shaped his face a few times, and whispered a few words in his ear: "Do as I say, don't talk too much, Keep it as short as possible."

Ning Duo stared blankly, took a deep look at him, and nodded with difficulty: "Okay."

Yuan Qinghang quietly hid something in his hand again, and while no one was looking, he sprinkled a pinch on the luxuriant weeds under his feet.

When the medicinal powder met the blade of grass, it immediately penetrated into it. Yuan Qinghang vigorously urged the talisman to push the weed towards Shang Yuan's feet.

The night was dark, and the situation on the field was weird. No one paid attention to their feet. The weeds swayed and grew wildly, and soon spread to Shang Yuan. Yuan Qinghang gently squeezed his fingers, and the grass blades exploded silently, and fresh juice burst out. Silently sprayed beside Shang Yuan.

Shang Yuan didn't realize it, looked at his son in the wheelchair, frowned and said, "What are you doing here? Hurry up and get back!"

Shang Wuji stared at the stunned corpse in front of him, trembling his hands, as if he wanted to touch its ferocious black skeleton, but couldn't bear it.

He raised his head in a daze, and looked at Shang Yuan in great pain: "Father... You said that he died of madness, is it true? Why was his face shaved off after his death, and his resentment was so heavy?"

The elders and masters of the immortal sect who knew about the past suddenly commotioned, and they were even more surprised: when Ning Wanfeng betrayed the sect many years ago, he was accused of two major crimes.

First, coveting the position of the sect's suzerain, using a gu to assassinate the only son of the sect, Shang Wuji;

Second, the poison scheme was discovered and debunked by his younger brother Zheng Yuan, and the tool for casting Gu was found in his room. Master Shang Yuan regretted that he still couldn't bear to kill him, so he only abolished the golden core and expelled him from the sect.But when he was about to leave, he felt dissatisfied and killed Zheng Yuan who had exposed him again, and then he escaped from the mountain gate.

But why does Shang Wuji now say that Shang Yuan said that this apprentice Zheng Yuan died of a madness?

If this is the case, then why is such a false charge placed on Ning Wanfeng?

It seems that something that has been hidden for many years is ready to move and surface in this treacherous night.

Sure enough, Ning Cheng exclaimed and trembled, "What did you say, Senior Brother? Senior Brother Zheng was obviously killed by Ning Wanfeng back then?"

Yuan Qinghang stared at the field, and suddenly interjected coldly: "I have examined his body, he was stabbed to death by a familiar person, and he was defenseless."

His voice was weak, but in the silence, it was extremely clear, and everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

The Sky Sect claimed that Zheng Yuan was killed by Ning Wanfeng, which was the same as Yuan Qinghang's autopsy after the Shuzong Grand Competition, but Shang Wuji, as Shang Yuan's son, said that his father told him that Zheng Yuan was Be obsessed.

Who is real and who is fake, and why can't they match up? ...

The juice of grass leaves under Shang Yuan's feet quietly exuded a faint fragrance, but he hadn't noticed it at all. He just looked at the person opposite him gloomyly, and suddenly shook his head.

"Are you... all going to rebel?" He sneered, his originally low voice became strange and sharp: "It's useless to talk about old things, shut up!"

Shang Wuji yelled suddenly, desperate: "No! How did Senior Brother Zheng die? Father, please explain clearly! I can sacrifice for your great cause, but what about them? Should they all die like this?"

Shang Yuan's expression suddenly twisted, and he threw himself forward, wanting to slap Shang Wuji with his palm: "I told you to shut up!"

As soon as he moved, a figure beside him rushed out frantically, stabbing with the sword in his hand: "Don't hurt father!"

Shang Lang's expression was extremely excited, and he stabbed Shang Yuan straight with his sword: "It's fine if you hurt me, but you still want to hurt him? He has been sick for so many years, and he respects and respects you. Even if you don't recognize your relatives, you can't hurt him again!"

The Blazing Sun Sword in his hand was like crazy, Huo Huo Jianguang was protecting Shang Wuji who was on the wheelchair in the middle, and he was completely desperate.

Shang Yuan squinted his eyes with a strange dazed expression, stared at Shang Lang, and suddenly said sharply: "It's fake again, it's all fake, don't lie to me again!"

A look of madness flashed across his face, and with his big palm slapped, a gust of frightened wind swept towards Shang Lang head-on.

Shang Lang's cultivation is far behind his grandfather's at 01:30. Seeing that Shang Yuan's giant palm was about to hit him, he turned over and threw himself on his father, protecting Shang Wuji who had depended on him since he was a child, and his heart was cold.

At this moment, two sword lights shot up into the sky, rushing towards Shang Yuan from both sides at the same time.

Ning Cheng, Ning Duo!

One of the masters and apprentices was nearby, the other was outside the crowd, but Ning Duo's figure was one step faster, and the sword of Yinghui came to the world like a thunderbolt, lighting up the surrounding with great power.

Shang Yuan only felt a terrifying sword intent behind him, as if he had known him before, he suddenly turned around, and the phantom of the baby above his head suddenly appeared: "Who!"

Shang Lang narrowly escaped death, drenched in cold sweat, jumped up from the wheelchair with his father in his arms, and jumped out of the crowd.

Ning Duojianguang encountered obstacles in front of Shang Yuan's surrounding qi, and did not press forward, his face was cold, like cold jade in the dark night.

Everyone looked up, but they were all startled suddenly.

Everyone knows that this is Ning Xiaoxianjun, but it seems a little different, his face seems to be a little more handsome and gentle, and his age is more like a young man in his 30s and [-]s, rather than a teenager.

It's only been a few months, why does Ning Xiaoxian Jun seem to have changed?

When Shang Yuan turned his head, his eyes suddenly widened, as if he saw something incredible, but such a powerful person suddenly took a step back: "You, you are!..."

Ning Duo looked at him quietly, and said two words softly: "Master."

……

There was a sudden silence all around, and everyone was in a trance.Ning Xiaoxian, what is Shang Yuan?

Shouldn't it be called Taishangmen, or Shizu? ...

Shang Yuan staggered violently, stared at the gentle and handsome young man in front of him, and rubbed his eyes with his hands.

In a scarlet sight, the person in front of him was as quiet as it was many years ago, gentle and elegant, respectful to him.

With a cold war in his heart, he avoided the dreamlike phantom in front of him and looked around.

No...it's all a weird mess.

A group of terrified corpses wandered around restlessly, and countless immortal masters stood quietly by and watched.

In addition, there were actually countless Shang Lang standing in twos and threes around the startled corpse, some with grief on their faces, some with anger, and some with hatred, but none of them said a word.

Behind him is Zheng Yuan's corpse, and in front of him is Ning Wanfeng, who has been dead for many years.

He only felt that there was a group of demons dancing wildly in his sight, and countless ghosts and relatives surrounded him, as if they wanted to put him to death.

His breathing became heavier and heavier, as if something was irritating his internal organs, a strange sweet fragrance came from his feet, lingering all over his body, and his breathing became difficult.

He suddenly laughed wildly, with arrogance: "Why, you three good brothers, do you want to come together to find Master to speak?"

He pointed to Shang Wuji who was held in Shang Lang's arms in the distance: "You are not angry that I broke your legs."

He turned around, pointed at Zheng Yuan's corpse with a sneer, his eyes were bloodshot: "You are dead, and you still want to seek revenge from me? You have been honest for so many years after your death, but now you want to make trouble, let's see if you have the ability !"

There was commotion all around, and everyone could see that he was in a state of confusion and couldn't distinguish between reality and fantasy, but the information revealed in his words was terrifying.

Why did he say that Zheng Yuan wanted to seek revenge on him?

Ning Duo stood quietly behind him, but suddenly called softly again: "Master."

Shang Yuan trembled slightly, then finally turned around and looked at him.

His demeanor was not as domineering as he was to his son, nor as fierce as he was to Zheng Yuan, but he fell silent.

After a while, the crimson in his eyes became more intense, as if soaked in blood: "Wan Feng... why are you here? You didn't die by my hands."

Yuan Qinghang quietly stood in the shadow behind Ning Duo, with cold sweat on his hands.

No one dared to make a sound, they held their breaths to listen to this old secret, only a group of startled corpses were still about to move, Yu Wenli struggled to control the group of corpses from time to time, and did not dare to disturb this strange situation, it was harder than others much.

Ning Duo remained calm, his voice hoarse, and said: "Master...you killed me."

He was related to Ning Wanfeng by blood, and they were all the same in height and shape.A cold and handsome face is even more similar in temperament. After Yuan Qinghang modified Ning Wanfeng's portrait a little, under the heavy night, he really looked like an old friend reborn.

Many seniors who had met Ning Wanfeng suddenly understood: Is Ning Xiaoxian taking advantage of Shang Yuan's confusion to impersonate Ning Wanfeng?

In the past, I only thought that this junior from the Cangqiong faction looked similar to Ning Wanfeng, who was famous all over the world, but I didn't expect that when I saw it tonight, it was simply the same person!

Shang Yuan's body was stiff, and he stared at him for a long time before regaining some dignity as a teacher: "I didn't kill you. The one who killed you... was Yuan Zuoyi, the Pojin Jue."

He raised his voice and said sharply: "Everything is for the common people, for the righteousness, and you are all voluntary, so why do you have any complaints?"

Ning Duo's fingers trembled slightly, and Ying Huijian seemed to sense the master's anger, and suddenly let out a clear whistle.

Yuan Qinghang's heart sank, fearing that he would lose his temper, he quickly grabbed a Shang Lang mask and put it on, stuck his head out behind the tree, trying to imitate Shang Lang's angry voice: "That's not the righteousness of the world, It’s yours! You made my father disabled, killed Senior Uncle Zheng Yuan with your own hands, and threatened Uncle Ning with the kindness of nurturing him, telling him to do things for you...Grandpa, you have such a cruel heart, what a great game of chess!”

With all kinds of clues and mysteries entwined, he had already pieced together an outline of what happened back then in his mind, and he didn't have full confidence in his heart when he ventured to shout out like this.

Ning Cheng, who hadn't made a sound for a long time, suddenly raised his head and looked at him in shock. Through the mask, he seemed to hear Yuan Qinghang's familiar voice, and the look in his eyes was extremely complicated.

The green air above Shang Yuan's head hovered densely, and the phantom of the Nascent Soul turned black and pale gold, and the skin on his face was no longer tender, but seemed to be very old.

He stood there alone, his robe fluttering, surrounded by shade locust trees, like a Yama from hell.

He looked up at the sky and murmured: "Really?...my game of chess? Yes, play with the world, with the hearts of the people, ha!"

He laughed long and arrogantly, "I, Shang Yuan, formed the alchemy at the age of ten and completed the golden alchemy at the age of 22. I am the number one immortal cultivator in the world. In the whole world, only my apprentice, Ning Wanfeng, can be with me. The progress was comparable to that of the previous year.”

He suddenly shook his head, as if he was a little confused: "No... Wan Feng formed alchemy much later than me. But because he was lonely since he was a child, he started to practice after he was adopted by me. Otherwise, he might have progressed as fast as me. "

Yuan Qinghang interrupted suddenly: "That's not true, Yuan Zuoyi is equally astonishingly talented, and even created the Pojin Jue, which can be called a generation of masters, even more powerful than our Immortal Sect."

There was a complex look in Shang Yuan's eyes, which seemed to be hatred and disgust, but also seemed to be admiration: "Evil sects crooked ways, although the things created are ingenious, but they can't solve the obstacles in the cultivation of immortal sects, what good is it!"

Yuan Qinghang's voice was hoarse, imitating Shang Lang's angry tone: "But you can't make it, so you covet his things, so you want to learn from it, right?"

Shang Lang said sharply: "What do you know! The cultivation techniques of the immortal family are of course far superior to the magic way, but the aura of heaven and earth has been withered for a long time, and no matter how difficult it is to break through to the perfection of golden core, who in the world can be willing to cultivate immortals?"

Jealousy was evident in his eyes, and he didn't hide it anymore: "Yuan Zuoyi's mentality is to first break and then build, and if you don't break, you can't build. The principle has something in common with Xianzong's cultivation. I want to study it. What's wrong?"

Yuan Qinghang couldn't help but sneered: "Ha, sure enough!"

This "sure enough" didn't sound like Shang Lang's tone at all, Shang Yuan finally became alert, his eyes swept over like lightning, and locked on him among a group of identical Shang Lang: "What did you say?"

Yuan Qinghang hurriedly raised his voice again, and shouted in grief and anger: "My father told me secretly! You want to steal Yuan Zuo's mind, see if you can break through the realm that has been stagnant for many years, and even want to become Yuan Ying No. 1 .So...you took advantage of the confidant friendship between Master Ning and Yuan Zuoyi to coerce him into learning how to break gold from Yuan Zuoyi. Isn't that right!"

Ning Duo stood quietly, and when he heard this, he finally shook his body lightly, as if struck by lightning.

All the Xianzong people present were shocked by what they heard. Many people had contacts with Ning Wanfeng, an outstanding junior, and felt sorry for him later falling into the devil. Now listening to Yuan Qinghang's analysis, I don't know Why, they all believed it half-heartedly.

Shang Yuan's face was fierce, and his voice was cold: "No one coerced him!"

He said so, but he never looked at Ning Duo, only looked around, and said with a sneer: "Wan Feng is a human child I saved, I raised him and taught him, his life is mine."

Ning Duo pressed his finger on the Yinghui Sword, with grief and indignation in his eyes, he said in a low voice: "So, the master wants... want me to tarnish my reputation, destroy the golden elixir, and cheat Yuan Zuoyi for the golden formula?"

Shang Yuan's panting became slightly thicker, his eyes were scarlet, and he finally turned his head to look at him: "Why did you forget? No one asked you to do this, you are going there yourself!"

Yuan Qinghang was secretly surprised. He couldn't think of why Ning Wanfeng volunteered, but suddenly, Ning Cheng exclaimed in trembling voice: "Master, you... you originally sent Senior Brother Zheng Yuan, right?"

There were tears in his eyes, as if he had just realized the similarity: "Senior Brother Ning and Brother Zheng were picked up together by you since they were young. They have a deep brotherhood. He knows that Senior Brother Zheng is not as qualified as him. Zong, but if you can't practice the golden formula, it's a dead word!"

He suddenly cried bitterly: "That's why he invited him to replace Senior Brother Zheng. But Master, why did you kill Zheng Yuan?!"

Tears rolled down his eyes: "Brother Zheng Yuan was killed by you. So he was defenseless, and you pierced his chest with a sword. After death, you were afraid that he would cause trouble, and then destroyed his face, so that even if he was unearthed, there would be no one." Recognize... Master, Master!"