Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Mu Qinghui looked at Mu Anyang's weird expression, only knowing that he was in a complicated state of mind, turned to Li Hongling, and said solemnly: "Guardian Li, the three Golden Core masters are here today, you obediently restrain your hands, we promise we will never humiliate you .”

Chen Feng also sneered and said: "A sword has no eyes, if you have to fight stubbornly, you are a beautiful woman, and you end up with a broken body and limbs, it would be unsightly."

Li Hongling completely ignored the two of them, her white wrist was holding the blood-red rope, her beautiful eyes were fixed on Mu Anyang, and the expression in her eyes changed.

After a while, she finally said, "Where's Hong'er?"

Mu Anyang stood stiffly, under the eyes of everyone, he didn't speak for a long time.

Just when everyone was secretly wondering, he finally said, "Li Hongling, let's go."

Chen Feng frowned: "Brother Mu?"

Li Hongling said: "Let's go? If you don't hand over the young master, we will wait for your Shennong Valley to be bloodbathed tonight."

He never asked him to hand over Li Qinghong.

Mu Anyang's expression was forced to be calm at first, but for some reason, after hearing her words, the muscles on his face twitched slightly, as if he suddenly became angry.

"Are you only thinking about the little young master, and you don't care about your son?" He said word by word, the sword in his hand humming softly, "Aren't you afraid that I will kill him?"

Li Hongling said indifferently: "Years ago you smashed my golden elixir and knocked me off the cliff. If Sect Master Yuan hadn't saved me, I would have already been a wronged soul. Naturally, I have to fight for the flesh and blood of their Yuan family." I have to protect my life."

Mu Anyang was extremely angry: "That's because you are insane! I am not married to you yet, and I have another place in my heart. It's easy to get together and part, so what's wrong?"

Over the years, he has been holding back a wave of bad breath, and at this moment, he didn't care about the presence of many outsiders, and said in a hateful voice: "You took advantage of your natal family's power and your strength to break into my new house on my wedding day and kill my wife. She You are just a mortal who has no strength to restrain a chicken, but you forcefully kill him, how vicious you are!"

Li Hongling's pretty figure stood beside the collapsed palace, she didn't say a word, she just sneered.

Chen Feng was on the side, and couldn't help but said: "Brother Mu, what did you say to her? Every family in the Immortal Sect has a commandment, and they are not allowed to kill mortals for no reason. She is so jealous and vicious, Brother Mu didn't kill her directly. It's magnanimous."

Mu Qinghui also shook his head and sighed softly: "Guardian Li, that woman is just a mortal girl who gathers herbs, and accidentally saved a senior brother who fell and was injured."

He looked at Mu Anyang: "It was the senior brother who fell in love with her at first sight, and it was the senior brother who insisted on repaying his favor and marrying her. You just don't want to accept her as a concubine, but you want to kill her and the newborn baby. This kind of behavior is not ordinary venting anger. It is simply evil, sycophantic and cruel, and the anger of both men and gods."

Li Hongling looked at the three men around, and suddenly laughed, the bigger the laugh.

She was born beautiful and flamboyant, although she has been dressed as a woman for so many years, her appearance is still that of a girl.

She gently held the black silk on her temples with her slender hands, and smiled sarcastically and bitterly: "You stinky men are really shameless. He changed his mind first. If I don't accept wives and concubines in the same house, I'm jealous; he Hurt my reputation, if I don't swallow my anger, I am not magnanimous."

"He made my father so angry that he went mad and died. If I don't take revenge, am I still worthy of being a daughter?"

She put away her smile and flashed a stern look on her face: "There's no need to talk about all kinds of old grievances."

The red soft rope in her hand drew a flash of lightning in the air, pointing directly at Mu Anyang: "—Hand over our young master, otherwise as long as I don't leave me today, I will stare at Mu Jiarong day and night, and don't kill him." I, Li Hongling, swear that I will not be a human being."

Yuan Qinghang stood quietly in the darkness outside the palace, feeling extremely anxious.

While listening to the debate inside, a flag was unfurled silently, wedged deep into the ground.

There was a lot of people around, and there were encounters with subordinates brought by Shennonggu disciples and Li Hongling everywhere, and they were fighting endlessly, but there were no low-level disciples approaching here.

With a light figure, he quietly walked around the Kongsang Hall, planting flags continuously, densely packed, and gradually formed a seven-star array densely covered with stars.

The next moment, he took out the evil-stopping disc, poured spiritual power into it, and instantly the compass glowed brightly, and the surrounding eyes also glowed brightly at the same time!

Since this compass is a great prize in the Grand Competition of the Shuzong, of course it is not only used to explore Yin and seek spirits, its biggest function is the formation boost that Yuan Qinghang seldom uses!

After everything was properly arranged, he quietly approached a corner of the hall and took out a pitch-black vial.

...Everyone in the hall was at war with their swords, and suddenly, a very light white smoke drifted in from the night outside.

Mu Anyang and Mu Qinghui are both masters of the medicine sect, and they knew that it contained extremely powerful drugs as soon as they smelled it, so they hurriedly shouted: "Shut your breath!"

Standing outside the hall, Chen Feng inhaled a little inadvertently, and then his mind became dizzy.

Shocked and angry, he was about to draw his sword, but his arm sank slightly, as if being dragged into the mud by some force.

After all, he is a master of Jianzong, with rich combat experience, he already knew that some kind of formation was quietly set up nearby, so he sank quickly and rushed into the hall.

At the same moment, all the disciples of Shennong Valley in the distance shouted in panic: "Ghost formation, there is a ghost formation!"

A dark wind suddenly picked up, and countless remnants of beasts and rotting corpses in the mountains burst out of the ground, covering the sky and covering the earth, roaring and attacking!

The sky is full of smoke, and the bones are dense.

In the midst of the chaos, a figure quietly flashed to Li Hongling's side, and hurriedly shouted: "Aunt Hong, hurry up, I'm fine!"

Recognizing his voice, Li Hongling was surprised and delighted, and suddenly turned around: "You..."

Yuan Qinghang pulled her and ran out of the hall: "Brother Hong has also been rescued, let's go!"

The figures of the two flashed together in the smoke and mist, but behind them, Mu Anyang's sword energy chased them in the air.

"What did you save?" His voice was irritated, faintly frantic, "You can go, leave him behind!"

Li Hongling's body had already jumped several feet away, but when she heard this sentence, she suddenly turned her head: "What did you say?"

Yuan Qinghang felt anxious for a while, and shouted urgently in a low voice: "Aunt Hong, my ghost formation can only last for a while, so ignore him."

Li Hongling acted as if she didn't hear anything, and fixed her slender figure firmly: "Mu Anyang, who do you want to keep?"

After this delay, Chen Feng and Mu Qinghui had already caught up, and the two sword beams attacked at the same time, rushing forward.

Li Hongling gave a sharp smack, and the red rope in her hand faced Chen Feng, who had the most powerful sword, and at the same time shouted sharply: "Qinghang, you go first!"

Yuan Qinghang didn't answer, a string of blood droplets flew out of his hand, and even formed a string of blood beads, sprinkled on the nearest pile of skulls, shouted anxiously: "Disease!"

Following his gestures, the skulls of those rotting corpses flew towards the craftsmen in the formation, screaming and threatening.

Chen Feng and Mu Qinghui's sword light soared in unison, shattering countless carrion bones, and their arms were dragged down by the dead energy, but they became heavier and heavier.

Both of them were shocked - the power of the ghost formation under this young man seemed no less powerful than that of Ji Banxia, ​​and he vaguely looked like a master.

Yuan Qinghang glanced at Li Hongling and Mu Anyang out of the corner of his eye, secretly startled.

The two stood facing each other, but they didn't fight each other, and their expressions were a little strange.

Finally, Mu Anyang called out tremblingly: "Brother Chen, Junior Brother, you all stop."

Amid the flying bones, he stood there, looking at Li Hongling, with a difficult voice: "I already know what you did back then."

Li Hongling's body remained motionless, and the expression on her face seemed to be frozen.

Yuan Qinghang raised his palm slightly, fixed those rotting bones in mid-air, and surrounded Chen Feng and others not far away, up and down, up and down, but his heart was anxious and panicked, and the bad premonition was getting stronger and stronger.

"Aunt Hong... let's go!"

Mu Anyang looked at Li Hongling, with loathing and hatred in his eyes, but also a little strange depression.

He sighed for a long time: "In the public, there is no need to say too much. From then on, the grievances between us will be wiped out."

Li Hongling's frozen face finally opened a gap.

She laughed sharply: "What did I do? What do you know?"

Mu Anyang was silent for a long while, but still did not answer directly: "In short, Li Qinghong's life and death... has nothing to do with you from now on."

The hostility in Li Hongling's eyes suddenly soared, and the color of her ten fingertips turned black, and she rushed forward violently: "You idiot, you don't know anything!"

Mu Anyang blocked the sword in his hand, Li Hongling's nails were scratching on the edge of his sword, making several sharp sounds.

The two of them intertwined, and Mu Anyang whispered urgently in her ear: "I just took his heart and soul, and I also went to find Yi Baiyi."

Li Hongling is also a master of Medicine Sect, she has heard of these thaumaturgy all along, when she heard what he said, her body suddenly trembled.

"you!"

Mu Anyang gritted his teeth and said: "No matter what you want to do, the conspiracy has been broken now, and it is absolutely impossible to succeed again. You give up!"

……

In the bedroom of the master of Kongsang Hall, Mu Jiarong rushed in, and saw several maids lying on the ground in a mess, their faces darkened.

He screamed: "Mom!—"

The beaded curtain in the inner room was lifted, Mrs. Mu couldn't move, her eyes were terrified, and she was pushed out.

Behind her, half of a face as pale as a ghost was slightly exposed. Li Qinghong held Tu Ling in one hand, and strangled Mrs. Mu's neck with the other.

His dark eyes fell on Shang Lang behind Mu Jiarong, his face was expressionless, but the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

He looked at Mu Jiarong gloomyly: "Get out of the way. Don't force me to do it, and your mother and child will be separated forever."

Mu Jiarong lowered the Lizhu sword in a hurry, his face turned pale: "Okay, I'll get out of the way, you let go of my mother, I promise I won't chase you."

Li Qinghong sneered, breathing weakly: "Go away, who is bargaining with you? I want to take her as a hostage."

Mu Jiarong was anxious and afraid, but he didn't dare to disobey, so he stood aside in fear: "Everything is up to you, please don't hurt my mother."

Shang Lang remained silent, turned his body slightly, and stepped aside as well.

Li Qinghong walked slightly, pushed Mrs. Mu step by step, and walked past the two of them.

Shang Lang lowered his eyebrows, and suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "Injury is so serious, if you try to be brave, you will die."

Li Qinghong paused, a trace of sarcasm appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Mr. Shang... Are you concerned about me, or are you cursing me?"

Shang Lang's expression was gloomy, and he weakly held "Zhi Yang" with his wrist: "I can save you once, but I can't save you the second time."

Li Qinghong sneered, ignored him, swayed outside the door, took Mrs. Mu, and disappeared into the night.

……

In Kongsang Hall.

Chen Feng couldn't bear it any longer, the sword force suddenly rose, instantly cut through several skulls around him, and sharply stabbed Hong Ling: "Just kill the vicious woman, what are you talking about with her!"

Li Hongling's body was advancing instead of retreating, with slender fingers, several strange streaks of pink smoke bounced straight towards his sword blade.

With a sound of "Zi La", a scorching mark appeared on the blade of Chen Feng's blood-drinking sword.

Mu Qinghui jumped up, and the same green smoke billowed in his hands, colliding with Li Hongling's pink poisonous gas and melting each other.

In the endless smoke, Chen Feng's sword flashed a flash of thunder, suddenly grabbed the soft rope in Li Hongling's hand, and slashed head-on.

Li Hongling was pinched from left to right, and she dodged his sword's edge sideways, but was finally swept by the monstrous sword intent, her throat sweetened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

In the darkness, suddenly, a black figure rushed out, rushed to Chen Fengjian, and pushed a woman towards Chen Fengjian: "Here you are!"

Chen Feng glanced at him, and his hands trembled in fright. The woman whose neck was just a few inches below his sword in front of him, who was it not Mu Anyang's wife!

He desperately withdrew his spiritual power, and half of the spiritual power was swallowed back on himself. With a sway of his body, he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

In an instant, the dagger in Li Qinghong's hand was cold and piercing, and he stabbed towards him with the force of the sword: "How dare you hurt my mother!"

A stern light flashed in Chen Feng's eyes, and with a slash of the sword, the mighty sword intent strangled his dagger.

Although Li Qinghong's Tu Ling was extremely vicious, but he was seriously injured, and he couldn't even show his full strength. He staggered and couldn't dodge. Chen Feng's sword was about to stab him in the chest.

But at this moment, his body suddenly soared into the air and flew backwards.

Mu Anyang rushed over, grabbed Li Qinghong's vest, and pulled him away from Chen Feng's sword light.

Everything was only in the blink of an eye, but Li Hongling suddenly shouted, with a stern tone: "Hong'er, kill him!"

Li Qinghong had listened to his mother's orders for a long time, in a hurry, without thinking, he handed the "Tu Ling" dagger back, and stabbed it into Mu Anyang's chest.

……

Tu Ling's dagger flashed fiercely, and blood spattered.

Li Qinghong's body fell heavily, he turned around in a daze, and saw his Tu Ling dagger resting on Mu Anyang's chest.

He moved his wrist slightly, as if he wanted to pull it out, but he didn't seem to dare to do it.

Mu Anyang frowned slightly, looked down at his chest, and fell down suddenly.

The incident happened so suddenly, no one could have imagined that Mu Anyang, a perfect master of golden core, would be caught by a seriously injured junior without any precautions.

Mu Qinghui screamed, rushed forward, and stretched out his hand to support Mu Anyang: "Senior brother!"

"Dad!" There was a cry at the door, and Mu Jiarong also rushed in, looking at Mu Anyang helplessly, "Dad, you..."

Standing at the door, Shang Lang looked at the blood on Li Qinghong's hands, his face full of disbelief.

The hand holding the Chi Yang Sword was suddenly clenched, but he didn't know how to do it well.

Li Qinghong's body was stiff, looking at the unconscious Mu Anyang under his feet, he finally let go of the dagger tremblingly.

Chen Feng was startled and angry, he held up the long sword in his hand, and beheaded Li Qinghong: "How dare you, thief!"

The sword's momentum was astonishing, but it couldn't fall.

On one side, the silver rope flew out of Yuan Qinghang's hand, wrapped it around his sword hilt from the side, and pulled it back forcefully, dozens of silver needles flew out at the same time, poking at Chen Feng's door: "The poisonous needle is here! "

Chen Fengfeng was as heavy as ice, but he didn't dare to take any risks, his sleeves rolled up quickly, he shot down the silver needle, and was about to turn to chase Yuan Qinghang, but Yuan Qinghang retreated quickly and floated beside Mu Anyang.