Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

In the Scarlet Cloud Palace, all the masters of the Shu sect looked down at the corpses being brought up one after another.

When they saw all kinds of clothes, each family understood one thing: there were casualties, and almost no one was spared.

Ning Duo and Shang Lang stood below. After the two reported their reports one after another, the old man Yu Wenhan spoke first: "A shocking corpse of a mid-to-late Golden Core cultivation? When we went to set up the formation a few days ago, there was absolutely no This kind of thing."

Ning Cheng sat at the head, with an equally dignified expression: "The Cangqiong faction presides over the Dabi, no matter what, it is impossible to escape the responsibility of ineffective protection. As for the origin of this shocking corpse, let us slowly and carefully investigate it, and we will definitely give you an explanation .”

All suzerains remained silent, since Sect Leader Ning Dai has already said so, it is not easy to ask questions step by step.

Tantai Minghao sighed: "No one wants such an accident to happen. But the most urgent thing right now is to decide the winner of today's competition."

Everyone raised their heads in unison, looking at the extremely weird scoreboard since the second half of the night, their expressions were indescribable.

Outside the main hall, a hoarse low laugh came from far to near, Li Hongling wearing a veiled hat, and Shi Shiran stepped into the door.

She looked up at the mighty scoreboard, and said, "That's right, hurry up and set the first place."

Yuan Qinghang smiled at her: "Master, you are here."

Li Hongling looked at the wound on his shoulder, under the black veil, the masked face sank slightly.

She turned her head to look at Li Qinghong, and said coldly: "You have all beard and tail, and there is no injury."

Li Qinghong's face was pale, and he lowered his head: "Mother...it's my fault, I didn't protect senior brother well."

Shang Lang next to him was extremely surprised, and gave Li Hongling an indignant look.

What kind of elder is this? He is so eccentric, obviously both of them were injured!

Tantai Minghao coughed: "The score is completely out of order, and the current score may have to be cleared and recalculated."

Li Hongling sneered: "Oh, why?"

Tantai Minghao said: "All the elders here can testify that from a certain moment, the scores of all the disciples in the arena began to decrease inexplicably, presumably due to the impact of the shocking corpses in the arena."

Li Hongling asked back: "So what?"

Tantai Minghao smiled slightly: "Everyone remembers the score at the last moment before the chaos."

At that time, everyone was staring at the score board. Tantai Chao suddenly transferred the score to his younger sister, causing her to rank first.

Old Man Yu Wenhan snorted coldly: "The old man disagrees. There is no way to count the number of evil spirits killed in the second half of the night, how can it be based on noon?"

Although his grandson Yu Wenli's score is lower than Tantai Yun's, but the blind man knows that Tantai's family is a brother and sister's total score, although it is not against the rules, how can he swallow this breath?

Tantai Minghao's expression was as usual: "Then why don't you ask all the immortals to comment?"

The masters of the two martial arts sects were at war, when suddenly, a clear voice said in a low voice: "Master, is it because we don't talk and they decide like this?"

It was Yuan Qinghang who turned sideways with a smile. It seemed that the master and apprentice were whispering, but the voice was so clear that it was difficult for people to ignore it.

Tantai Minghao turned to stare at him: "Oh, do you have any objections?"

Li Hongling sneered, and a gust of wind rolled up the mandarin duck waist card in the palace in her hand.

She raised her hand brightly, her wonderful eyes were faintly sarcasm behind the black veil: "My family's current score is 1 points, which is more than the No. [-] of your two families combined. Did he violate the rules? Or the Cangqiong School?" What did you do to help him?"

The immortals nearby looked at each other, and someone said: "Of course I didn't say that, it's just..."

"Since no one has done anything, of course we have to follow this." Li Hongling cut off his words, "Who has such a big face to take it away without reason?"

Ning Cheng, who was at the top, said slowly: "Everyone's scores have been inexplicably lowered, and he is the only one who is not affected. I wonder if Sect Leader Li has any explanation?"

There was silence in the hall, and many people's hearts moved, and vague doubts appeared on their faces.

That's right, why is it that only the disciples of the Seven Poison Sect have the same scores?

Yuanqing Hang looked at Ning Cheng from a distance.

"Speaking of which, I don't understand the weirdness of the score card, and I also think the score is a bit hot." He looked normal and smiled casually, "Don't you immortals plan to find out the reason?"

A suzerain shook his head: "We are also puzzled."

Yuan Qinghang's eyes flickered: "I seem to have some eyebrows, why don't I say it, all the immortals, listen?"

Old Man Yu Wenhan stared at him: "Say it."

Yuan Qinghang walked to the pile of evil corpses under the hall: "I just had nothing to do on the way back, so I inspected it and found an interesting thing, which can probably explain why everyone's scores have inexplicably decreased. "

Yu Wenli couldn't help but ask, "Why?"

Yuan Qinghang dragged the skeleton of a wild fox and easily threw it into the middle of the hall: "Because these evil spirits have died three times."

... After a moment of silence, there was an uproar.

These words are strange and abrupt, completely confusing.

Ning Duo stood not far away, staring at him with bright eyes, dimly radiant.

Shang Lang was impatient: "What does it mean to have died three times, please explain clearly?"

The white jade and black gold fan in Yuan Qinghang's hand lightly picked up a rotting bone of a wild fox, and said word by word: "It means, except for the time when they died many years ago, just last night, they were all shot again." Killed twice!"

Everyone was clamoring, Shang Lang asked eagerly: "What do you mean?"

Yuan Qinghang sighed: "The first time I died was many years ago. Judging from the old wounds of the carrion bones, there were teeth marks bitten by large beasts, so I died from being hunted by other beasts."

Shang Lang leaned over and took a look: "Mmm, yes."

"It was gnawed to death alive, and there was resentment in its death. After the mountain was closed here, large and small formations were arranged everywhere to urge yin and gather evil, so it was urged to become an evil spirit, and it was unearthed yesterday."

Yuan Qinghang pointed to a new wound on the wild fox's skull: "Then I met a disciple of Shuzong and was killed as a score. Looking at the wound, he was chopped to death by a single knife."

A senior disciple of a small school next to him poked his head over, and suddenly exclaimed: "Ah, I remember this wild fox. I killed it when I first entered the mountain, that's right!"

Yuan Qinghang smiled and said: "Then its kill score will be recorded on your head."

The disciple nodded again and again: "That's right, it's [-] points."

Yuan Qinghang turned over the other half of the wild fox's ribs: "But here, there is still a scorched black wound with a cross. I just don't know who's talisman is like this?"

On the other side, several Shuzong disciples wearing black clothes looked at each other and raised their hands cautiously: "This is our family's talisman."

Yuan Qinghang said "Oh": "When did you kill this thing?"

Someone came over and took a look: "Last night, the Yin Gathering Formation in the center of the valley was broken, and a large number of evil spirits poured in. At that time, the situation was critical, so we resorted to this kind of thunder and fire talisman to beat them all together."

Shang Lang was on the side, his eyes even more confused: "But... Wasn't it solved before?"

Yuan Qinghang smiled slightly: "After the awakened startled corpse is killed, the resentment will not disappear for a short time. If it is attracted by an unusually strong evil spirit, it can often cheat the corpse again."

The hearts of the people in the hall were shocked, and many suzerains of the Shuzong suddenly realized, and their hearts were a little brighter.

Next to it, Yu Wenli blurted out: "After the corpse is resurrected again, it can't be counted as a successful kill...so the scoring point is gone again!"

Yuan Qinghang nodded: "So the truth is that the grievances of that Jindan cultivator last night were too heavy, and under the blessing of the Yin Gathering Formation, a large number of evil spirits who had just been killed were revived."

Yu Wenli murmured: "The person who killed them for the first time is often not the same person as the person who killed them the last time."

Speaking of this, even Shang Lang and other Sword Sect disciples suddenly realized: "Oh, I understand. As long as the things you killed earlier are revived, all the points will be invalid!"

Yuanqing Hang's fan "slapped" together, and said with a smile: "That's right, Mr. Shang is so smart."

Yu Wenli looked at him, his eyes suddenly became strange: "It's still wrong. Why didn't your score drop? Could it be that the evil you killed earlier didn't come back to life?"

Yuan Qinghang was about to explain, but the old man Yu Wenhan next to him waved to him: "Come here."

Yuan Qinghang respectfully stepped forward and stood in front of him.

Yu Wenhan looked at him with a much gentler expression: "After you killed these evil spirits, you completely destroyed the formations that restrained them?"

Yuan Qinghang said in harmony: "Destroy the formation, and use the requiem talisman by the way. They have no complaints in their hearts, so they won't cause trouble again."

There was no sound in the hall, and everyone's heart was shaken.

It was precisely because of his meaningless act of kindness that these undead were buried and saved, so that they would sleep peacefully and not be driven into evil again.

And his score was actually preserved because of this.In the dark, it seems that there is really some kind of providence!

Next to him, Tantai Minghao said calmly: "But no matter what, this little brother's highest score is only more than 2000. And our Yun'er has won more than [-]."

He looked around and gave a wink to a guru he had befriended.

The grand master understood, and he quickly agreed with a smile: "Yes, yes, it can't be said that more than 2000 points are more than [-] points."

Your Majesty, suddenly, a clear and pleasant voice rang out faintly.

Ning Duo, who had been silent all this time, opened his mouth: "Master, this disciple has something to report."

Ning Cheng looked at him from a distance: "Say."

Ning Duo raised his head, and Mingrui flashed across Boping's mirror-like eyes.

"This Jindan stage shocked corpse has a very high level of cultivation, far surpassing all evil spirits. It is also the culprit who killed these Shuzong disciples." His voice was unhurried, but the words were clear, "This junior wants to ask the elders for advice. If killing it is counted as points, how much is it worth?"

Li Ji's eyes lit up in Lingwu Hall, and he quickly whispered something in his father's ear.

His father frowned, glanced at his son, then turned his head, hesitantly said: "Such a powerful evil spirit, I think it can be counted as ten thousand."

Tantai Minghao's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

Ning Duo bowed deeply to the head of the Lingwu Hall: "Thank you, Sect Master Li, for making the decision."

He looked at the people in the main hall: "I and this Li Xiaoxian jointly killed the corpse in the end, and it can be regarded as half of the credit. Therefore, this junior feels that it is not too much to give him another five thousand points."

In the hall, there was silence.

Li Hongling stared at him with strange eyes.

Ning Duo lightly raised the tip of his sword and pointed at Yuan Qinghang, "All the disciples in the arena can testify that at the last moment last night, he died alone and led away evil spirits, which resulted in serious injuries."

Yuan Qinghang's face was dull, and he came back to his senses after a while, and smiled coyly: "No, no, it's just a minor injury."

Ning Duo ignored him, and only looked at the elders of Shuzong on the field with clear eyes: "If it is based on the final points, he is the first. If it is based on the real record in the second half of the night, he is still the first."

On the high platform, Ning Cheng looked at him indifferently: "Okay, here are all elders, don't overstep."

Ning Duo lowered his head and backed away slowly: "I have finished what I want to say."

In the silence, Li Hongling suddenly raised her head and laughed, her voice hoarse and cheerful.

"Congratulations, I didn't expect that there would be such an apprentice in the sect of the Sky Sect, it's really good bamboo shoots."

These words were so ruthless and spicy that they pointed out that there were no good people in the Cangqiong Sect.

Ning Cheng slowly raised his head, his gaze was like a needle, staring at the Seven Poison Sect members without saying a word.

The atmosphere in the hall was deadlocked, only Yu Wenhan sighed leisurely.

He looked at Yuan Qinghang in front of him: "It takes time and effort to destroy those formations, why don't you hurry up and compete for points?"

Yuan Qinghang smiled, and said calmly: "The younger generation just thinks that they were not evil corpses, but were disturbed by innocent people. It would be too cruel if the corpses were trapped in the formation."

He and Yu Wenli stood side by side in front of Yu Wenhan. One was elegantly dressed in white, and the other was dressed in sackcloth, unabated from the dirt. But for some reason, everyone's eyes in the hall fell on him involuntarily.

Yu Wenhan stared at him, and there was a strange weakness in his old eyes that were not angry or arrogant.

After a while, he said sadly: "Thundercraft, Bodhisattva heart... This is what a knight of the immortal sect should look like."

He suddenly raised his spiritual power, and his voice was like a bell: "Our Yuwen family agrees that this little brother is the first in the competition. I don't know what everyone thinks?"

Without waiting for the elders of the Shuzong to speak, Li Ji mustered up his courage and rushed to say: "We all obey Brother Li. Last night, the evil spirit was so cruel. If he hadn't given us a few powerful talismans, today's hall would certainly be a mess. We need a few more corpses from our family."

His father was startled, and said in a low voice: "Is this really true?"

Several disciples of Lingwutang nodded excitedly: "It's absolutely true, little brother Li saved all of our lives!"

Next to him, a young disciple from another small sect also said timidly: "After the fierce battle, it was Li Xiaoxian who helped us to treat the seriously injured as much as possible. He was not stingy and used very expensive medicine."

Some juniors with wounds on their bodies shouted one after another: "Yes, our third senior brother's spiritual vein was broken, and it was he who rejuvenated and connected it on the spot."

"If it weren't for Li Xiaoxianjun's hard work, many people would be disabled."

All of a sudden, there was a lot of chatter in Chixia Hall.

On the high platform, Ning Cheng said calmly: "Don't be rude, let the elders decide."

His voice carried the coercion of faint spiritual force, overshadowing the noise in the hall, a group of juniors only felt uncomfortable for a while, and did not dare to make any more noise.

Finally, the master of Lingwu Hall also spoke: "There is no objection from our sect, except for this Immortal Li Xiaoxian, I am afraid that there is no one else who can convince people."

The heads of several families who had received Yuan Qinghang's favor also nodded one after another, and the praise and harmony gradually rose in the hall, Tantai Minghao's face was pale, but finally he didn't speak again.

After a while, Yu Wenhan said in a deep voice: "Since that's the case, let's make it so."

With the final word, Ning Cheng saw that there was no chance of a comeback, so he nodded to Ning Duo.

Ning Duo walked quickly to the back hall, and after a while, he took out a prepared brocade box, raised both hands, and handed it to Yuan Qinghang.

There was no obvious expression on his handsome face. He looked at Yuan Qinghang, but his voice was low and soft: "Reward from the Shuzong Grand Competition, please collect it."

Shang Lang leaned over and said with a smile: "Li Xiaoxian Jun, congratulations, it's you again."

Yuan Qinghang silently took the brocade box from Ning Duo.

Gently press the button of the brocade box, and a burst of brilliant light shoots into the sky, reflecting on the glazed dome of Chixia Hall, forming a blurred rainbow light.

In the center of the box, a palm-sized compass lay inside, looking majestic.

Yuan Qinghang's eyes froze slightly, and he blurted out: "Serve evil and stop evil?"

Mr. Yu Wenhan nodded: "It seems that you also recognize it. For every monk of the art sect, this can be regarded as a rare treasure. It can be added when setting up an array, and it can double the purification when exorcising evil spirits."

Tantai Minghao was on the side, his expression had returned to normal, and he said kindly: "The various sects contributed a lot of precious materials for refining, and several of our great masters jointly cast spells to make it. It is powerful and invaluable. Keep it safe, and don't be robbed by people with ulterior motives."

Yuan Qinghang glanced at him with a smile: "Thank you for your kind reminder, senior."

This smiling tiger is very unpredictable.

Do you still want to remind people to rob, as if you are afraid that others will not be greedy?

Ning Cheng watched him put the treasure into the storage bag, and then opened his mouth.

"Since the ranking of the Grand Competition has been determined, next, it is better to find out the origin of this Jindan Shocking Corpse."

His eyes fell on Li Hongling and Yuan Qinghang, and he turned slowly: "The Seven Poison Sect is not only good at medicine, but also understands subtle techniques, so I think I have some experience in this kind of strange thing."

Li Hongling looked at him coldly: "Master Ning, don't beat around the bush. Just say it straight and suspect that it has something to do with us."

Ning Cheng's face was cold, and his eyes flashed: "Then does it have anything to do with the noble sect?"

Li Hongling was furious, and was about to speak, when Yuan Qinghang smiled and shook her head at her.

He looked at Ning Cheng with a strange expression: "Ning Xianzun, do you really want to ask now? Don't you plan to check it yourself first?"

Ning Cheng slowly grasped the scabbard in his hand, and a faint howling of the sword overflowed uncontrollably: "While everyone is here."

Yuan Qinghang nodded: "I know a little about corpse experience, so I'll make a fool of myself."

He turned around and came to the startled corpse, squatting down.

This rotting corpse has been severely damaged, and was carefully transported back by the disciples of the Cang Qiong Sect. Now it is placed aside alone, covered with a snow-white shroud.

In just this moment, the face covered with the shroud has been corroded black by the corpse's aura!

Yuan Qinghang gently lifted the cloth, and several silver needles of different thicknesses appeared between his fingers.

He first pricked the rotting corpse's face a few times, and when the silver needle was pulled out, not only did the tip turn black, even a section of the tip of a thin needle had been corroded.

Immediately afterwards, he moved a certain place in the chest of the startled corpse, examined it carefully for a while, and then used the needle to pierce a bone cavity of the broken leg bone of the corpse again.

Shang Lang looked disgusted for a while, and quietly approached Li Qinghong: "Hey... what are you doing?"

Li Qinghong said softly: "It's the kind of thing that a gangster in the world would do."

Shang Lang said "Oh": "Do all of you doctors know this?"

Li Qinghong glanced at him, his voice seemed to be a little trembling: "Yes... When I was young, I was forced to share a room with many corpses, and I had to learn to open blood vessels and observe lesions."

Shang Lang looked at his pitiful appearance, and felt great sympathy in his heart: "Understood. If you want to learn how to save people, you have to learn these things, and you also need to learn how to use poison. Your brother doesn't seem too afraid, huh?"

"Well, he's very courageous." Li Qinghong lowered his eyelashes and said in a low voice, "I've been bad since I was a child... I can't compare to senior brother in anything."

Shang Lang was even more sympathetic: "Alright, let your senior brother do this kind of terrible thing, he is amazing!"

Next to him, Ning Duo's eyes swept over, and he took a deep look at Li Qinghong.

Here, Yuan Qinghang finally stood up, and casually put a few contaminated silver needles into the storage bag.

"Did you find anything?" Shang Lang asked eagerly.

Yuan Qinghang smiled: "First, this man was in the mid-to-late stage of Jindan before his life. Anyone who fought against him last night probably knows it."

"Secondly, the cause of death of this person was not poisoning. The silver needle turned black only because of resentment. He died from a head-on blow. Maybe the murderer was an acquaintance."

In the hall, there was an immediate uproar of shock.

"Why are you so sure?" Someone asked eagerly.

Yuan Qinghang said easily: "A monk in the mid-to-late stage of Jindan will not be completely helpless in the face of a tough opponent. He was killed with just one blow, and there was only one fatal injury. Presumably only acquaintances take advantage of it." Get ready."

All the masters in the palace had rich combat experience, and they all nodded in their hearts when they heard the words.

Yuan Qinghang said again: "Thirdly, after this person died, his tongue was cut off, his nose was cut off, and his entire face was scratched."

Everyone listening nearby felt a chill in their hearts. Mu Anyang and Mu Qinghui looked at each other, and Mu Qinghui murmured, "Why? Could it be that the murderer has a deep hatred with him and wants to disfigure him?"

Yuan Qinghang shook his head: "That's not necessarily the case. The biggest possibility is that the murderer knew that he was dead, and he was very resentful. He was afraid that he would be recognized if his body was unearthed one day."

Shang Lang was even more puzzled: "Then wouldn't it be better to completely destroy his body?"

Yuan Qinghang smiled, with a strange expression on his face: "Perhaps for some reason, this person's body cannot disappear inexplicably, and must be stored in the tomb?"

Above the main hall, there was an oppressive silence, and many people frowned thoughtfully.

Although what the young man said was unbelievable, the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it became, and the more he thought about it, the more terrifying and weird!

Ning Cheng snorted lightly: "Can you guarantee that the inspection is accurate?"

Yuan Qinghang nodded with a smile: "If the head of Ning doesn't believe it, you can invite an immortal from the Medicine Sect to come and have a look."

He suddenly patted his head: "Oh, and the most important point, I forgot to mention."

Everyone almost spat out a mouthful of blood: Why is this child panting when he speaks, and the most important thing he forgot to say?

Yuan Qinghang said: "The death of this shocking corpse was not long ago, that is, more than ten years ago. It can be as little as 15 years and as many as 20 years."

This was said casually, but it seemed like a shock, as if a thunder was blown in everyone's ears.

The old man Yu Wenhan was the first to exclaim: "What did you say? It wasn't hundreds of years ago, it was only a decade or so ago?"

Yuanqing Hang leisurely said: "Yes. Although the monks in the middle and late stages of Jindan are not rare, they don't run around all over the place anyway. So each sect and faction will confront each other to see who died in the past few years and is now in the tomb. Is the body still there, isn't it very simple?"