Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Tan Taiyun nodded: "The people who do things are absolutely uneasy and kind. The vision and hearing are blocked here. I'm afraid they want to disperse everyone and break them one by one."

Shang Lang frowned: "But so far, it seems that no one has been attacked?"

A disciple of the art sect next to him hurriedly said: "I still don't understand? We have so many people, and there are many experts among them, so the opponent is naturally afraid. First trap everyone with a formation, exhausting everyone, and then come to kill! "

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

"But... who is it that can have such a great ability and such a vicious design?" Mu Jiarong murmured.

A group of people looked at each other in blank dismay, and several people blurted out at the same time: "Demon sect!"

Before entering the valley, Ji Banxia, ​​the right protector of the Mozong and the genius of the Shuzong, appeared strangely. If it had nothing to do with him, who would believe it?

Yu Wenli glanced around, and suddenly said: "Li Qing, Li Hong, two little immortals, has no one seen it?"

Shang Lang shook his head worriedly: "I was the last one to come out. They and Junior Brother Ning walked last together."

Yu Wenli lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking, but there was a strange look in his eyes.

Shang Lang said anxiously: "Now we need to find more people first. The situation here is weird, everyone should disperse, the danger is indeed too great."

Ning Xiaozhou cried and said: "If you go to find someone, won't you be separated again?"

Mu Jiarong suddenly said from the side: "I have a kind of spice here, which has a strong smell. If you apply it on your body, you may be able to find each other by this."

Shang Lang was overjoyed: "Oh, this is a good idea! The sound insulation array can only isolate sound, and the dense fog can only block sight, smell and smell, but it is not so easy to cover."

Mu Jiarong took out a small square porcelain box, and as soon as he opened it, all the people around him fell back and almost fainted from the smoke: "Master Mu, is this spice?"

Obviously it smells disgusting!

Mu Jiarong gave them a blank look: "What's so strange about the stinking flavor raw materials that are too concentrated? It's rare and strange."

He took out another clean bottle, and the spiritual spring water in it was tinkling.He picked some bright yellow paste from the porcelain box, put it into a clean bottle, and shook it vigorously.

Sure enough, the stench just now disappeared quickly, and a strong strange fragrance wafted around.

Mu Jiarong tapped a little bit with his fingertips, and said: "This incense sticks to clothes and hair, and the fragrance will last for a long time. Within a mile or two, a person with a good nose can faintly smell the scent and use it to determine the direction. should be no problem."

Shang Lang was overjoyed, and looked up at Yu Wenli: "Young Master Yuwen, what do you think is going to happen next?"

Among the younger generation, Ning Duo of the Cangqiong Sect, Shang Lang, and Chen Qiyou of the Lingxiao Palace have always been the best when it comes to combat power and reputation, but when it comes to resourcefulness, Yu Wenli of the Shuzong has always been faintly overwhelming. momentum.

Now when things happen, everyone can't help but look to him for an idea.

Yu Wenli didn't refuse: "Well, please stay put, Young Master Mu of Shennong Valley, so that you can meet the fellows from the fairy sect who have been found. Brother Shang and I took the people from Jianzong, and we went to look for it together. people."

He paused, and then said: "Once you find someone, tell them to follow the scent to meet here. If you feel that the scent is getting weaker, you must turn back, and don't lose contact with the big team."

Everyone nodded one after another, and hurriedly sprinkled spices on Mu Jiarong's body, and set off separately.

Mu Jiarong and a few disciples of the Medicine Sect with weaker cultivation bases sat together under a boulder, restless.

There were 20 people gathered together just now, and now suddenly there are only a few of them left, and the surrounding area has returned to dense fog and mist, empty and dead silent, and there is nothing but a strange fragrance in the world.

A person suddenly shivered, and said in a low voice: "...Young Master Mu, do you think they can come back?"

Mu Jiarong said coldly: "What nonsense are you talking about? Of course I can come back."

"But will the person who brought us here stay still?" The person's voice trembled, "What if he hides in the dark and strikes suddenly?"

Mu Jiarong's face was ugly: "If you want to kill so many of us, you have to look at them..."

Before they finished speaking, there was a very soft sound suddenly from the side of the rock behind them.

Mu Jiarong and several Medicine Sect disciples jumped up and shouted sharply: "Who's there?!"

The boulder was silent, but the thick white fog around it seemed to be blown by something, and it began to flow and turbulent.

Mu Jiarong's heart was "thumping", and he pulled out the "Li Zhu", and with a slight shake, he went around silently to the side of the rock.

In the flowing thick fog, a vague black figure stood there, motionless.

Mu Jiarong's scalp felt numb all of a sudden, and the "Li Zhu" sword pierced out: "Who?!"

The figure finally moved.

He was like a ghost, with a glare of cold light flashing across his hand, he was as anxious as a snake letter, and twisted Mu Jiarong's "Lizhu" head-on.

The soft sword is sharp, the dagger is fierce, and the two are separated at the touch of a touch. Mu Jiarong only felt a numbness in his wrist, and Li Zhujian almost let go of his hand, but during this staggering, he also saw the man's face clearly.

A handsome face was stained with blood, and the dark eyes set off the pale complexion, it looked like a ghost who had just returned from the underworld.

Mu Jiarong's face froze, and he looked at the person opposite: "It's you?... Did you also see the cloud piercing bullet?"

Li Qinghong stood in the thick fog, without saying a word, his eyes were empty, with a strange sense of despair and helplessness.

Mu Jiarong looked at him hesitantly: "Where is your brother? Is he not with you?"

Li Qinghong finally raised his head.

A look of pain suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Looking at Mu Jiarong and the people around him, he whispered: "Yeah, he's gone... But why are you guys still all right?"

In an instant, Mu Jiarong's heart suddenly rang out, and he stepped back abruptly: "What do you mean?...Don't come over."

Li Qinghong remained expressionless, caressing the Tu Ling dagger in his hand, and slowly took a step.

Obviously they are all disciples of the Medicine Sect, and there is no obvious difference in combat power. Mu Jiarong is also holding the "Lizhu" he just got in his hand. For some reason, his scalp feels numb.

Involuntarily, he stepped back again, staring nervously at Li Qinghong's hand: "Why isn't your brother Li Xianjun here?"

Li Qinghong looked at him dumbly: "What Li Xianjun, there has never been anyone named Li here."

A disciple of Shennonggu next to Mu Jiarong said in amazement: "What do you mean? You brothers are not..."

Li Qinghong sneered shortly: "You idiots. I..."

He clasped a small porcelain bottle with his hand, and was about to lift the lid, when suddenly, a cry came from the dense fog that had been silent for a long time, with a rush: "Jiarong, where are you, Jiarong? People come back!"

Li Qinghong's fingers froze, and he raised his head suddenly.

Shang Lang's figure rushed out from the thick white fog, and saw Li Qinghong opposite him at a glance, he was overjoyed: "Great! You're here too?"

He happily ran over and patted Li Qinghong's shoulder affectionately: "I prayed to God in my heart during this journey, it's best to be the first to find you. You stay at the end, if there is any accident , then I'm going crazy! By the way, where are the two of them?"

He suddenly stopped, and looked at Li Qinghong suspiciously: "Why do you look so bad?"

Li Qinghong stared at him in a daze, and finally let go of the finger that was pressing on the poison bottle.

After a while, he said in a low voice: "The two of them disappeared together...I'm a little scared."

Shang Lang suddenly realized: "Oh, don't be afraid! Everyone has been teleported to different places, and we are already looking for people everywhere."

Sure enough, five or six people followed behind him, including a few from the Medicine Sect, and Li Ji from the Lingwu Hall. They all nodded after hearing the words: "Yes, we were found by Xianjun Shang."

"To tell you the truth, if brother Shang hadn't found me, I would have been scared to death by bumping around all by myself."

Mu Jiarong stared at Li Qinghong and was about to speak when Shang Lang turned to him with a smile: "Jiarong, is he the only one here?"

Mu Jiarong was silent for a moment, then said coldly: "Yes. He appeared out of nowhere by himself."

While everyone was talking, the strange fragrance in the distance became stronger, Yu Wenli appeared from the mist and returned, and he also brought a series of found companions behind him, including Tantai Chao.

Yu Wenli saw Li Qinghong at a glance, his expression froze slightly, but he didn't say much.

Everyone discussed in the thick fog, and decided to follow this method and continue to search for people.

This time, many Jianzong disciples were found. After putting spices on their bodies, they set off again, and their strength became stronger.

After a while, more and more people were found one after another. Finally, after several round trips, the number of people finally found has reached 70 people, only a half of them were never found.

The number of people is increasing, but Shang Lang and a group of brothers from the Cang Qiong sect are getting more and more anxious.

Ning Duo, the second senior brother who is the most reliable in the sect and supposedly should have reunited with everyone as soon as possible, has never been seen.

Not only him, but among the people who haven't shown up so far, there is also that young man Li Qing who is incomparable in the limelight and who is also the master of the medicine sect.

Finally, the surrounding white mist gradually turned to gray, and the sky gradually got late.

After a while, the surroundings gradually became pitch black.

Looking up at the sky, the sky was tightly covered by the never-eliminated mist, like a huge black curtain covering everyone's heads, and even a ray of star and moon light could not penetrate.

At least there are plants in the Tomb of Thousand Blades, and you can pick up dried moss to make a campfire. There is nothing here except for huge boulders and dry and cracked ground, and you can't even start a fire if you want to.

Everyone took out all the lighting objects on their bodies, including luminous pearls and windproof grease candles, and lit a bunch of them in a mess, sitting together, the atmosphere was dignified.

Shang Lang and Yu Wenli were standing and discussing from a distance.

On the other side, the brothers and sisters of Tantai's family were standing under a boulder. They didn't know what they were talking about. Tantai Chao's voice became slightly louder: "Why do you always talk to outsiders? Hmph, that person treats you attentively, but it's just If you are afraid of our Tantai family, what good intentions do you have?"

Everyone looked around curiously, Tantaiyun was ashamed and angry, she stood up and seemed to want to leave, Tantaichao was discouraged again, and hurriedly grabbed her to apologize: "Okay, brother, I have no other intentions, just because I'm afraid that you will be killed." People are blinded..."

Yu Wenli suddenly raised his head and looked towards them with cold eyes.

Sitting next to Li Qinghong, Li Ji said sullenly: "Oh, originally at this time, everyone should rest comfortably in their respective doors, take a bath and smell the incense, how pleasant it is."

Next to him, a person murmured in a low voice: "Yeah, who would have thought that he would be trapped in this ghostly place."

Chang Yuan'er was dazed, and whispered: "We are all together anyway, and we have companions for each other. Those who have left orders, don't know how to be frightened and worried tonight."

A junior sister from Lingwu Hall forced a smile and said: "Don't worry, Li Xiaoxian is definitely fine. I reckon that when he was teleported, he might have deviated from everyone."

Chang Yuan'er blushed: "I...I am worried about those dozens of people, not just anyone."

Ning Xiaozhou moved his head enthusiastically: "Don't be afraid, Li Xiaoxianjun will definitely be with our Senior Brother Ning. He is proficient in spells, and Senior Brother Ning has just obtained the Sword of Repentance, maybe the two of them have already broken through and left! "

"If this is the case, it would be really great. If you find something wrong, hurry up and get the rescuers, so we can save it."

Li Qinghong suddenly raised his head and hissed: "Impossible! They can't get out at all!"

His voice was shrill, and his eyes were a little crazy. The people around him were startled by him, and they all turned to look at him.

After Li Qinghong called out this time, he also seemed to feel that he was abrupt, lowered his head, and remained silent again.

And in his hand, he was tightly clutching a small object, which shimmered.

On one side, Chang Yuan'er accidentally caught a glimpse of the object in his hand, and was suddenly taken aback.

It was clearly a pink conch pearl, which she gave to Yuan Qinghang by the Zhisha Lake, and Yuan Qinghang then gave it to his junior brother.

She quietly looked at Li Qinghong, for some reason, she felt a chill in her heart.

The man looked at the conch pearl with eyes full of despair and helplessness like a trapped animal.

Is it just because his senior brother has not heard from him so far?

Not far away, next to Mu Jiarong, a brother hesitated in a low voice: "Young master, is there something weird about this person? I always feel that when he just met us, it didn't feel right."

Mu Jiarong gritted his teeth, stood up abruptly, and walked towards Shang Lang and Yu Wenli in the distance.

Outside the crowd, Shang Lang and Yu Wenli stood side by side, both frowning.

Yu Wenli said: "The enemy led our design here, but they haven't shown up yet. I'm afraid that there will be more nights and dreams, and there is a bigger conspiracy behind."

Shang Lang frowned: "So many of us are missing, every sect should have noticed something is wrong. Maybe someone will find this place soon?"

Yu Wenli's expression was not very good: "I'm afraid it will be extremely difficult. Since the black hand behind it has done such a big job, it must have ruined the possibility of tracking."

The layout of the teleportation array can be described as exquisite, if there is a slight error, the place to be teleported may be thousands of miles away.So every 12 years when the gate of the tomb is opened, the teleportation array at this exit is checked repeatedly by the formation master.

Besides, the teleportation front is not completely unguarded.

Now that something like this has happened, I'm afraid the guards have already been murdered, and I don't know how panicked and anxious the various sects will be when they find out.

After all, the best and most promising juniors from all schools and sects are gathered here. If something goes wrong, it will really catch them all, without missing anything.

After thinking about it, I can't think of any other reason besides the monster of the Demon Sect who has been dormant for many years.

Yu Wenli's sleeves moved suddenly, and a black triangular head poked out suddenly, silently uttering snake letters, with red light in the cold eyes, shaking around.

Shang Lang was taken aback suddenly, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the spirit stones inlaid in the black snake's eye sockets: "Brother Yuwen, the puppet snake controlled by your family really looks like a living thing!"

Yu Wenli glanced at the black snake that smelled of death, tapped it with his slender fingers, and gently stroked its head.

His face became even more ugly: "Although this puppet snake is no longer a living thing, it was also very spiritual in life. It came out so proactively, as if it smelled danger."

Shang Lang watched him stroking the snake's head. Even though he knew it was not a living thing, he still had goosebumps all over his body, and said awkwardly: "What a powerful puppet technique. The snake is dead, and it can still be so obedient and give an early warning."

Yu Wenli said slowly: "We must not wait any longer. Early tomorrow morning, I will join hands with all my colleagues from the Shuzong to go out and look for the eyes of the formation."

Shang Lang hesitated for a moment: "Brother Tantai will listen to your orders?"

Yu Wenli said: "I'll discuss it with him tomorrow, if he doesn't listen, I'll just let him go."

Shang Lang thought for a while, his eyes lit up: "Miss Tantai is more reasonable, brother Yuwen, why don't you go to her first?"

Yu Wenli smiled lightly, did not respond to this sentence, but suddenly changed the subject: "Brother Shang, I know that you have always been open and unsuspecting of people. But I want to remind you that it is best to keep a distance from little brother Li Hong." .”

Shang Lang was stunned: "Why? He is very nice, and his medical skills are very good."

Yu Wenli slowly touched the nameless sword at his waist, his brows were gentle: "Everyone here knows the basics, but the origins of his brothers and sisters are still unknown. The current situation is bizarre and dangerous. It will not hurt to be more prepared."

Shang Lang hesitated for a moment, then said: "Brother Yuwen, did Jiarong say something to you? He has a childish character and a bit of a temper, you don't have to..."

"Shang Lang!" A startled and angry cry sounded behind him, and Mu Jiarong's face was full of disbelief, "I regard you as a friend and respect you as an elder brother. I didn't expect you, you are such a villain?"