Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

After the shock, there was chaos in the hall.

A figure flashed, rushed forward, blocked the door of the side hall, and stopped Shang Lang who was running wildly.

But Li Qinghong's face was gloomy, and he stabbed Shang Lang directly with "Tu Ling" in his hand: "Stop! Who are you?"

Shang Lang ignored him, the light of the sword in his hand flickered like a poisonous snake, he held his dagger head-on, and the flames splashed everywhere.

Finally, several disciples of the Cangqiong Sect also exclaimed suddenly: "No...he is not a big brother!"

Most of the people in the hall hadn't reacted yet, they thought that the Sky Sect was fighting among themselves, Shang Lang was angry and killed his teacher, but they heard Yuan Qinghang's voice hastily added: "He is not holding the Blazing Sun Sword!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and when they looked carefully, it was enough to be frightening - yes, although it looked like a shining sword, but if you really looked carefully, you could still tell the difference from the Blazing Sun Sword!

Ning Duo didn't care about the other side, and hurriedly leaned over to look at Ning Cheng, a shadow flashed beside him, Yuan Qinghang had already rushed over, quickly opened Ning Cheng's eyelids, and his heart sank suddenly.

Pupils dilated, pulse stopped.It was already close to running out of fuel, how could it survive this fatal blow?

"My condolences." He said in a low voice, then turned his head and shouted, "Brother Hong, stop the murderer!"

Li Qinghong discovered something was wrong almost at the same time as him, so he was able to chase after him at the first time. At this moment, he was like a mad tiger. Is it your accomplice who transferred the tiger away from the mountain?"

Shang Lang on the opposite side of him finally stopped pretending, and his voice changed from a boyish tone to a gloomy one. While fighting fiercely with him, he said, "Then guess what, he went to the cemetery alone to check, and was ambushed, would it be possible?" die?"

Li Qinghong was taken aback for a moment, and the attack with the dagger in his hand just stopped.

Yuan Qinghang glanced at it, and secretly yelled badly in his heart.

Too bad, to catch the murderer who assassinated Ning Cheng, how could Li Qinghong really care about it, Shang Lang was in danger, that's why he messed up his position.

Sure enough, Li Qinghong retracted the dagger, no longer cared about the person in front of him, turned around and rushed towards the cemetery.

There was no one in front of that person to stop him, and with a sway of his body, he was about to flee.As soon as he moved, a silver rope came silently behind him, and it was Yuan Qinghang who made the move.

The silver rope flashed with brilliance, and in a blink of an eye it wrapped around his arm like a poisonous snake, and pulled it back sharply.

He shot mercilessly this time, with a few barbs on the silver rope, and poison on it, the man's arm was dripping with blood, and he felt itchy all of a sudden, and he couldn't help but fall backwards.

At this moment, countless candles around the hall flickered and all went out.

It was still bright just now, but suddenly the surroundings were pitch black, and there were screams all over the place.

Yuan Qinghang kept moving, the silver rope in his hand tightly entangled the target, looked in the right direction, and plundered towards the place where the person fell.

In the midst of the commotion, only a low magnetic voice said in a deep voice: "Everyone, don't be confused, and the light is the first."

It was Ning Duo's voice.

Following his words, a cluster of shining pearls lit up in his hands, instantly illuminating the surrounding area.Many people came to their senses and quickly took out flints and pearls from their storage bags, and the four lights in the hall lit up one after another.

In the light of the fire, Yuan Qinghang's figure was shaken, standing by the gate of the palace, with a person lying beside him.

The face is Shang Lang's face, but now that face is livid, with blood oozing from the corner of the mouth, but the person is motionless.

Yuan Qinghang bent down, stretched out his hand to feel the man's pulse, and shook his head.

Then he stretched out his hand and peeled it off, and sure enough, Shang Lang's face fell off, revealing a strange face underneath.

Yuan Qinghang gently rubbed the strange face, looked up at everyone: "This is the real face, who knows?"

People from all the immortal sects around shook their heads one after another, but no one knew him.

"How did this person die?" Someone asked in amazement.

Yuan Qinghang took out a very small poisonous needle from the man's mouth, as thin as a hair, and said: "Just like the head of Ning, he was killed by someone."

It's just that Ning Cheng was killed to stop talking. Killing this person should be to prevent him from exposing the mastermind behind it.

Yu Wenli stepped forward, glanced at the dead body, his eyes fell on Yuan Qinghang, and said indifferently: "Before this man died, he was captured by Young Master Yuan with a silver rope."

He stared at the blackened wound on the corpse's arm: "Young Master Yuan, is there a poisonous barb on this weapon?"

Yuan Qinghang stared at him: "My poison is not fatal. If I want to kill him, I will not make a sound and tell everyone to stop him."

Yu Wenli smiled slightly: "I didn't testify that Young Master Yuan is the murderer, but I'm just a little sorry, if you hadn't restrained him, maybe he could have avoided the poisonous needle that killed him."

This was said gently, as if he was sincerely sorry, but the hearts of those who listened were faintly moved.

When the lights came on, only Yuan Qinghang was around this person. If he really shot the poisonous needle, it is not impossible.

Yuan Qinghang put away the silver rope, and said casually: "What's the use of hiding? Since he has been exposed, the people behind him will not allow him to live."

He raised his head, and suddenly said curiously: "Master Yuwen, I have a question to ask you."

Yu Wenli said gently: "Excuse me."

Yuan Qinghang's eyes were sharp: "Before Sect Master Ning died, he only expressed one meaning, which is to prevent the signing of the spiritual pulse contract of the Sky Sect."

His voice was clear and slow: "Then he died, under assassination, and the killer used Shang Lang's mask."

Yu Wenli said in harmony: "It just so happens that you made this mask, and it was used by many people in the cemetery war."

Yuan Qinghang nodded: "Because many people have used it, it is inevitable that some will be lost. It is not difficult for anyone who wants to get it."

He smiled: "But that's not the point. The point is that Bai Tong Tang will never be free from suspicion. Then Mr. Yuwen, you are the only one who has contact with them here, shouldn't you invite them to come out and confront them face to face?"

Yu Wenli's eyes flickered slightly: "I'm sorry, I'm just responsible for passing on a message. It was the senior who contacted me on his own initiative and left the Gospel Falcon. I have no way to contact them here."

Behind the crowd, Ning Duo softly ordered a few young disciples to carry Ning Cheng's body down, separated from the crowd, and came to Yu Wenli.

"Young Master Yuwen, I think you must have a way to notify the people in Bai Tong Tang." He said flatly, "Please inform them that according to the master's last wish, the contract is hereby voided."

Yuan Qinghang turned his head coldly, looked around, and suddenly shouted loudly: "The demon sect outside the hall obeys the order, surround the hall, and no one is allowed to leave!"

A crisp chuckle sounded outside the hall, and Zhu Zhu responded, "Yes!"

There was a sound of clothes, and the footsteps were messy. I don't know how many people were setting up outside. After a while, Zhu Zhu smiled and said: "Young master, don't worry, not a single mosquito can fly out!"

Everyone in the Xianzong in the hall was startled suddenly, and their faces were suddenly ugly.

The Mozong secretly arranged so many people outside, what does this mean?

Yuan Qinghang stood in the middle of the crowd, still staring at Yu Wenli: "Young master Yuwen said that he couldn't get in touch with Bai Tong Tang, it doesn't matter. Why don't I try it."

Finally someone couldn't help it, and snorted coldly: "Young Master Yuan is so majestic, the Demon Sect surrounded the Chixia Palace with many people, but who is it going to surround?"

Ning Duo stood beside him, silently, picked up the Yinghui sword in his hand, and a few spirit storage talismans attached to it lightly.

The Yinghui Sword blew softly, and the golden brilliance flickered immediately, restoring the former majesty of Fengming and Longxiao.

Yuan Qinghang glanced at him with a smile, and then said again: "Of course I don't want to surround the people of the fairy sect."

His eyes fell on the lame guard next to Yu Wenli, and his eyebrows raised slightly: "Little brother, you just went out and back, and it only took a very short time. How did you pass the message to Bai Tong Tang?"

The lame guard was stunned for a moment, and said in a low voice: "It's agreed in advance, I will tell the meaning of the Cangqiong faction to the Falcon, and it will take it away after learning the words, and the other party will reply after listening to the message."

Yuan Qinghang looked at Yuwenli with a smile: "Young Master Yuwen, you are skilled in magic, you must also know that the Gospel Falcon is just a puppet bird, and you don't know how to use the teleportation talisman, do you?"

Yu Wenli nodded: "Yes."

Yuan Qinghang looked curious: "Your subordinates only have half a stick of incense time to go back and forth, and the gossip falcon has to learn the tongue on the spot and fly over to pass the message, which is not enough time."

Ning Duo took a deep look at him, his eyes flickering with admiration.

Yuan Qinghang went on to say: "Then is there a possibility that the master of the White Tongue Hall is actually in this hall, and can see and hear the latest developments at any time, so he can give feedback immediately?  … "

In the main hall, there was a sudden noise, and many people were startled and looked around suspiciously.

Yu Wenli thought for a while, and said happily: "What you said makes sense. But so what, there doesn't seem to be any evidence pointing to them killing people."

Yuan Qinghang smiled: "No matter what, I still have to invite them to show up."

He looked at all the masters of the immortal sect, and said word by word: "I also ask all the immortal masters to check carefully whether there are any problems with the disciples and acquaintances around you. For example, there is an extra stranger, or someone behaves differently, like Wearing an acquaintance's mask?"

His words were quite terrifying, and suddenly many people hurriedly distanced themselves from the people around them.

Standing opposite, Yu Wenhan said in a deep voice: "Young Master Yuan Xiao is right, Bai Tong Tang is timid and behaves suspiciously. No matter if they killed someone or not, force them out before asking!"

Chen Feng nodded: "Okay!"

Inside the Scarlet Cloud Palace, the chaos suddenly jumped, and someone cried out in pain from time to time: "Oh, why are you pinching my face!"

"Let me test it. Young Master Yuan Xiao said, maybe someone used a mask, you see Mr. Shang has been impersonated..."

For a long time, all the immortal sects replied one after another: "Our Baicaotang is our own people."

"There are only four people here in Lingxiao Temple, so there is no problem."

The voices of Chang Yuan'er and Li Ji also rang out one after another: "Young Master Yuan Xiao, the people in our Lingwu Hall and Haiqingmen are all right."

The members of the various families automatically stood together and separated from each other, and they could be seen clearly at a glance. After a while, the counting was completed, and there was no suspicious person in any sect.

Yu Wenli sighed softly: "Master Yuan Xiao, Bai Tong Tang just wants to start some business, the head of Ning is not willing to sell Qianchongshan, and he is not willing to take responsibility, the worst is that the business will fail, Bai Jia Xian Sect will get nothing, Why give a businessman a crime according to the crime?"

Yuan Qinghang's eyes glanced coldly in the hall, passing through countless pairs of eyes, and various thoughts in his mind turned sharply.

No... there must be something wrong.

How could the master of the Hundred Tongue Hall, who has a strong desire for control, resist not being there? How could the business of millions of spirit stones be negotiated only through a gossip falcon?

He lowered his eyes and quickly recalled what happened just now in his mind. Suddenly, a vague question flashed in his mind.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the crippled guard: "The last time you went out, my subordinates said they saw you disappear in an instant. Did you use the teleportation talisman that Mr. Yuwen gave you?"

The lame guard looked at Yu Wenli shyly: "Yes..."

Yuan Qinghang took a step forward slowly, and stood a little closer to him: "Can you take a look at the teleportation talisman?"

The lame guard backed away in fright: "Use, use up."

Yuan Qinghang looked at him kindly: "Is there another possibility that you used the teleportation technique instead of the teleportation talisman?"..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his hand stretched out like lightning, and suddenly grabbed the lame guard's face!

The limping guard retreated quickly, and suddenly he didn't appear to be limping at all, and he was extremely agile.

His figure suddenly faded, and a cloud of black smoke rose up, covering a large area around him, so that he couldn't see anything clearly.

Yuan Qinghang yelled lightly, and swung the silver rope in his hand like lightning, piercing the center of the black mist: "Hello, hall master, what is there to hide your head and tail?"

Beside him, Ning Duo's sword was swung out at almost the same time, pulling out blossoming sword flowers, the spirit storage talisman exploded, and the spirit power raged, sealing off the retreat around the lame guard!