Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

This back garden is where he played since he was a child, and the whole Shennong Valley loves him a lot, so naturally he would not be defenseless in such an important place.

When he was a child, when he was playing here alone, Mu Anyang taught him: If you encounter danger, find a way to touch this place, and someone will definitely come.

This is the first time he has pressed this button in more than ten years!

In an instant, the originally calm and peaceful back garden suddenly blew violently, and the flowers, plants and trees were blown to the ground.

Countless spiritual powers form barriers, with the sharpness of a blade, an invisible spiritual power net rises above the back garden.

Although the Mu family is not good at martial arts, but they have rich financial resources, it is really easy to spend money to hire someone to arrange this kind of formation that combines both offense and defense.

At the same time, sharp screams pierced the sky, and in the entire Shennong Valley, on the top of the mountain, and in the valley, alarms rang out everywhere!

Recently, the Demon Sect has been stirring up trouble everywhere, and all sects and sects are also very vigilant and have stepped up their guard. As soon as Mu Jiarong's warning came out, the guards of Shennong Valley woke up immediately.

Yuan Qinghang observed the defensive formation above his head, shook his body, and led Li Qinghong to a corner of the garden.

It's not really a powerful killing formation, but the gurgling water and the shadows of flowers and trees over there are the hidden eyes of the formation!

Running to the front, a three-color camellia tree was huge and lush, almost like a demon, looking at the blooming flowers, but in Yuan Qinghang's eyes, it was full of loopholes.

Among the three-color camellias all over the tree, the bright red ones are shining brightly. When you look closely, they seem seductively lifeless.

fake.

With a flick of his wrist, he threw out a talisman and hit countless big red camellias. Sure enough, those camellias withered and withered instantly, turning purple-black.

The guard array covering the roof of the back garden was immediately torn open several rifts.

Yuan Qinghang jumped up quickly, pulled Li Qinghong, and rushed towards one of the gaps.

Behind him, Mu Jiarong held the "Li Zhu" sword and rushed out of the crack, shouting, "Where are you going!"

Yuan Qinghang didn't care about him, the wind was blowing under his feet, and he threw a flashing thunder talisman behind him, and the lightning flashed: "Mr. Mu, hurry back, your mother's side is in danger!"

Mu Jiarong turned pale with fright, thinking that he had really fallen into a trick to divert the tiger away from the mountain, so he turned his head and ran away.

Just as Yuan Qinghang breathed a sigh of relief, his chest suddenly felt suffocated.

—— Not far away, a cyan sword energy cut through the air and intercepted them in their direction.

In the night, there was a handsome figure stepping on the moonlight, with blue clothes fluttering, it was Mu Anyang's younger brother and Ning Cheng's friend, Mu Qinghui!

Even if the golden elixir is not perfect, at least it is close to the final stage of the golden elixir breakthrough!

Yuan Qinghang was secretly anxious, and whispered to Li Qinghong: "Go away, I'll deal with him!"

Li Qinghong hesitated: "I..."

Yuan Qinghang said anxiously: "It's good to leave a report!"

Seeing Mu Qinghui's sword shining like a rainbow in front of him, and Shennonggu disciples rushing all around, Li Qinghong gritted his teeth, finally turned around, and ran towards the deserted mountain road on the other side.

Yuan Qinghang held a talisman in his hand, and the fire was burning, and he smashed it head-on.

Mu Qinghui's figure turned sharply in mid-air, and the tip of the sword picked up the talisman, detonating a ball of flames.

The moment Yuan Qinghang saw the flame ignited, his figure rushed forward and flashed in front of him, and more than a dozen talisman seals flew out at the same time, some fixed body, some fascinated, some exploded, many of them were The ones that were searched from Yu Wenli were all kinds, and it was really lively.

Mu Qinghui's face darkened, and he stabbed with the sword in his hand, destroying the flying talismans one by one.

His sword was extremely fast, seeing Yuan Qinghang in front of him, his wrist flicked, his spiritual power soared, and he stabbed Yuan Qinghang's chest: "Stay!"

Yuan Qinghang's fan suddenly opened, and was blocking the sword. The force came from his chest. Even if he tried his best to resist, his chest felt sweet, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

But taking advantage of this opportunity, the handle of the fan in his hand shot out a puff of spicy white smoke, covering Mu Qinghui's face.

Mu Qinghui didn't know whether the smoke was poisonous or not, so he didn't dare to push it, and retreated quickly.

When the white smoke dissipated, Yuan Qinghang's figure had already flashed several feet away.

Mu Qinghui raised his sword and chased after him, but along the way, wherever Yuan Qinghang passed, all kinds of destructive talismans in his hands were unceremonious, smashing all around, all aimed at the precious medicinal materials in the valley.

Seeing the destruction of those spirit trees and fairy fruits, Mu Qinghui felt very sad, and kept trying to stop them, and finally the distance between him and Yuan Qinghang became wider and wider.

Yuan Qinghang didn't stop for a moment, and a laughing voice came from afar: "The wood fairy stays behind, if you chase after a while, all the fairy grasses in your valley will die."

Mu Qinghui felt pain and pity in his heart, so he had no choice but to stop in his tracks.

Yuan Qinghang's feet were blown by the wind, and he ran for several miles non-stop, and finally escaped to the uninhabited mountains.

He leaned against an old tree and let out a long sigh of relief.

It's okay, only Mu Qinghui has the highest cultivation in the valley, as long as he is lured away and then thrown away, he will be safe.

Li Qinghong didn't have any powerful pursuers, just relying on that poor kid Mu Jiarong, don't talk about chasing and killing him, just don't get stabbed by Li Qinghong again!

He was about to go around there, trying to find a way to meet Li Qinghong, but at this moment, two sharp sword intents shot up to the sky across the mountain peak.

One has the meaning of clear grass and trees, while the other is outrageously sharp, one in front of the other, splitting the night sky all the way, chopping down blatantly.

Yuan Qinghang raised his head in horror, seeing the two sword lights soaring into the sky in shock, his heart suddenly jumped.

That clear grass and tree sword energy is Mu Anyang.

Mu Anyang, who had gone out, came back.

Who else is there?

Who were those two sword lights stabbing at? !

Over there, seems to be the direction of Li Qinghong's escape?

In an instant, he was sweating profusely, and his mind was shaken.

……

Among the flowers and trees, two fairy elders stood coldly among the scattered branches and leaves, and one of them had lost his long sword.

The point of the sword was nailed to the young man's shoulder on the ground, and pierced into the ground, the spike of the sword was long and trembling.

It was Mu Anyang and Chen Feng, the master of Lingxiao Palace, who went out to suppress demons together and returned together.

Since the last discussion in the Cangqiong Sect, under Ning Cheng's mediation and arrangement, each sect joined forces in twos and began to encircle and suppress the demon sects everywhere.

Most demon cultivators are good at using poison and controlling yin spirits, and they are easy to get tricked if they are a little careless. When the sword sects act, most of them go with the masters of the medicine sect, which is convenient for treatment and detoxification.

This time Lingxiao Temple joined forces with Shennonggu, just came back from a Demon Sect stronghold, because it was close to Shennonggu, Mu Anyang invited Chen Feng to come and rest.

As soon as he entered the mountain, he met Li Qinghong head-on.

How could he be allowed to escape when the two masters joined forces.With one strike of Chen Feng's sword, Li Qinghong had already been severely injured.

In the distance, a large group of Shennonggu disciples held torches and shouted loudly, chasing here.

There was a pool of blood beside Li Qinghong, trembling all over, lying on the ground.

Next to him, Mu Anyang looked at him with a strange expression.

He walked forward slowly and looked down at Li Qinghong: "What are you doing here?"

Next to him, Chen Feng's face was indifferent: "Brother Mu and this cunning and insidious little devil, what to say, just kill it."

His beloved son, Chen Qiyou, has not yet been found dead. Everyone guessed that an accident has happened. Of course, he has a deep hatred for the people of the Mozong.

Li Qinghong looked up at them without saying a word.

Mu Anyang's face darkened: "You still want to continue to harm Jiarong?!"

Li Qinghong panted lightly: "Yes, if you don't come back, maybe your son's body will be collected."

Even though Mu Anyang has a good temper, he finally got really angry at this moment.

He coldly pressed the hilt of the sword that Chen Feng had nailed to Li Qinghong's shoulder, and pulled it out abruptly.

The blood on Li Qinghong's shoulders was soaring, he trembled, and curled up in pain, but he didn't utter any groans.

Mu Anyang looked at him, and there was a flash of regret in his eyes: "In vain, I thought that your youthful nature could be saved. It really is Li Hongling's son, who is as vicious as a snake and scorpion."

Li Qinghong gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of blood: "Bah, what are you worthy of being called my mother? No matter how ruthless she is, she was forced by someone who was heartless and shameless."

Mu Anyang laughed back angrily: "Is that what Li Hongling told you? It doesn't matter. She killed my wife and children, and you killed Jiarong with your own hands. If I take your life, it's a good reincarnation."

Li Qinghong stared at him, his eyes were red: "If you want to kill, then kill, what a fart."

The voices of people in the distance are getting closer and closer, mixed with Mu Jiarong's voice: "Father, is that you?"

Mu Anyang listened to his son's voice of surprise and grievance, and when he thought of his son's suffering these days, his heart finally hardened.

He held the long sword in his hand and was about to hand it out, but the moonlight was like water, clearly shining on the young man's face on the ground, and there seemed to be such a strange familiarity.

Mu Anyang stared blankly at his face, this sword couldn't penetrate for some reason.

Holding his sword, he looked at Li Qinghong who was on the ground, and suddenly said: "I want to ask you something, if you think it through clearly, you will be able to answer it eloquently."

Li Qinghong closed his eyes, gasping for breath.

Mu Anyang hesitated for a moment, then said slowly: "Apart from scratching Jiarong in the mist formation, did you do anything else?"

It was a weird question, but Li Qinghong suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him viciously.

"If you have really done something with a conscience, it is your last chance to say it now." Mu Anyang said word by word, "As long as your words are right, I can make the decision for you and spare your life." .”

Li Qinghong pursed his thin lips, did not look at him, but turned his eyes to the path not far away.

The torches were clustered together, Shang Lang and Mu Jiarong were standing at the intersection, and they had already caught up at the same time.

One is handsome and sunny, the other is proud and noble, standing side by side like a pair of lovers.

Even the look in the eyes and the expression on the face are all exactly the same. When they look at him, they are shocked and complicated.

It was like looking at a bloody wild dog lying on the ground, unable to move.

He gasped for a few low breaths, and suddenly laughed loudly, proudly and harshly.

"What can I do? I'm so happy watching them bleed so fast." He grinned, "It's so fun to kill people, and it's even more fun to watch people die slowly."

Chen Feng was furious, stretched his wrist quickly, snatched his blood-stained sword from Mu Anyang's hand, and beheaded Li Qinghong: "Such a villain, why keep it!"

The sword light was like lightning, and it was about to slash to the ground, but at this moment, a person rushed over from the side.

The "Zhiyang" sword in Shang Lang's hand was spitting heat, and he tried his best to push away Chen Feng's sword: "Dianzhu Chen is merciful!..."

Chen Feng is the world-famous master of the Sword Sect, and his status is no less than that of the head of the Cangqiong Sect, and his cultivation is equally astonishing. If Shang Lang makes such a sudden move, all the spiritual power on his sword will naturally bounce back and hit Shang Lang. chest.

Shang Lang swayed, blood overflowed from his mouth, but his body did not retreat but advanced, blocking Li Qinghong's body.

Chen Feng was startled and angry, and also afraid that he would hurt the disciple of the Cangqiong Sect, so he said angrily, "What are you doing?"

Shang Lang touched the ground with one knee, his face was pale, and he said: "This junior is in a hurry and offends the Palace Master, he deserves death."

He turned his head and glanced at Li Qinghong, who was bleeding profusely and was dying: "He...he is still young, and he was confused for a moment because he listened to the orders of the elders of the Demon Sect, and couldn't tell right from wrong."

Chen Feng sneered: "I think it's the Cangqiong sect's followers who have nothing to say, and you are the one who can't tell the difference."

Shang Lang gritted his teeth: "But no one saw him kill with his own eyes. Although Young Master Mu and I were injured, we did not die."

He looked up at Mu Jiarong's injured face, guilt flashed across his eyes, and he said in a low voice: "So I want to say something boldly, at least...you should find evidence of his murder first, and then follow the law of the immortal sect." public trial."

Not far away, Mu Qinghui had also arrived.

He stood next to Mu Jiarong, patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, and sighed softly to Shang Lang: "Young Master Shang, you are so confused. The monsters of the Mozong killed so many people in the mist formation, did they ever So many worries?"

Shang Lang raised his head with a bitter expression: "Senior Mu, but if we also lynch and kill indiscriminately, wouldn't we be the same as them?"

Chen Feng still wanted to reprimand, but Mu Anyang suddenly spoke beside him.

"Master Chen, you and I have already been exhausted from fighting for days, so we don't need to worry about such a small role." He put his long sword into its sheath and said calmly, "If you want to kill, don't be in a hurry."

He waved his hand: "Take it away and throw it into the prison in the valley."

Immediately someone came up and lifted Li Qinghong who was on the ground,

Mu Anyang raised his hand, raised a ferocious ivy with barbs, and wrapped it around Li Qinghong's body.

"This blood-sucking vine is the most greedy for spiritual power. If it is good at using spiritual power, it will grow crazily until it penetrates into the blood and penetrates into the lungs." He said coldly, "You know this yourself. It's better to know how powerful it is."

Li Qinghong closed his eyes and did not answer, his body limp and paralyzed, dripping with cold sweat.

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Holding torches, all the disciples surrounded a group of immortals and went away.

Mu Jiarong was walking beside his father, and suddenly turned to look at Shang Lang.

Shang Lang stood behind the crowd and did not follow immediately.

In the darkness of night, his eyes were dazed, looking through the walls of people, looking at Li Qinghong who was forcibly dragged without touching the ground.

Mu Jiarong gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and rushed forward by himself.

The night returned to darkness, and the hustle and bustle disappeared.

The ground was still dripping with blood, and the flowers and trees were crumbling.

A black shadow came rushing from a distance, stopped suddenly, and looked at the bloody mess in front of him.

It was Yuan Qinghang who had just arrived.

His heart was beating wildly, he raised his head, stared at the fading fire in front of him, and tried his best to calm himself down.

Don't be in a hurry, don't be impulsive!

He turned around and looked around, ran to a valley, found a fairy tree full of spiritual energy, swiped quickly with one hand, and drew a small teleportation array on the ground.

He took out a piece of talisman paper and hurriedly wrote a line of words on it. He flicked his fingers quickly, and the talisman paper fell into the formation and burrowed into the ground.

Such a small teleportation array is not for delivering people, but for sending messages to specific contact points!

After delivering the talisman paper, he turned around and quietly followed the direction in which the members of the Mu family left.

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