Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Yi Baiyi was dumbfounded, and said in a daze, "It's shocking for you to open your mouth like this, do you have any evidence?"

Yuan Qinghang smiled: "Sooner or later, there will be evidence. When I told Senior Yi, I just insisted on a principle - I have to explain well to those who are willing to listen to me, so as not to disappoint him."

Yi Baiyi was in a daze, and smiled wryly for a while: "This is a big deal, I'm always willing to believe that my little friend is pure-hearted, but what's the use of me believing it alone?"

He shook his head: "Why did you appear in Mu's house? This is not the place for you."

Yuan Qinghang stood quietly, then suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled off his shirt, revealing his smooth chest.

On the top, at the heart, a round fresh wound is impressively visible!

"My mother passed away many years ago, and she left a letter, telling me to bring it to Master Mu Gu to read when I become an adult." He looked a little sad, "After Master Mu Gu read it, he suddenly shot me and took it away by force. I had a few drops of blood in my heart, and then I brought it to you again."

He stared at Yi Baiyi closely: "Based on my knowledge, I can roughly guess a little."

He deliberately paused, letting Yi Baiyi digest his words, and then continued: "So, senior Yi, am I... the real son of Master Mu Gu?"

Yi Baiyi stood up abruptly from his seat, stared at his chest in a daze, his lips trembling: "You... isn't your mother Yuan Zuoyi's younger sister? How could she and Mu Guzhu..."

His face was pale, and suddenly he muttered to himself: "I understand! It is rumored that your biological father is unknown, so it turned out to be the case!"

Yuan Qinghang's heart was sharp, he quickly closed his shirt, and smiled at Yi Baiyi: "Sorry, I was just joking."

Yi Baiyi looked at him in astonishment: "What?"

"The owner of Wang's blood is not me, but my friend." Yuan Qinghang retreated to the window, jumped out, and turned around, "I asked you the answer directly. I was afraid that you would not answer, so I had no choice but to use this trick. "

He looked sly and slightly apologetic: "Senior Yi, farewell, see you later."

……

Leaping onto the beam, he quickly ran back along the path just now.

Mu Anyang already knew the shocking answer, but Yuan Qinghang knew nothing about his temperament. Who could guarantee whether he was a normal person who would take pity on his parents or a pervert like Tantai Minghao?

In case he hates this traitor of the Demon Sect who suddenly appeared, and kills him, it is not impossible!

Going all the way, with the wind whistling in my ears, I finally arrived at that valley, saw the piranhas at the gate of the prison, and Mu Anyang stepped out from inside.

Behind him, two disciples in Tsing Yi carefully carried the stretcher, on it was the motionless Li Qinghong!

Far away, it was impossible to tell whether Li Qinghong was dead or alive, Yuan Qinghang was holding a poisonous needle in his hand, and was about to throw it out regardless of everything, but saw Mu Anyang turned his head, and whispered to the disciple behind him: "Be careful, Step lightly, don't bump into his wound."

Yuan Qinghang paused and was stunned.

Just when he breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly, under the valley in the distance, dazzling flames soared into the sky!

In all directions, from the foot of the mountain to the halfway up the mountain, siren rockets ignited everywhere, and the voices of people began to boil vaguely.

Shennong Valley has just been attacked, and when it is doubling its vigilance, it suddenly warns everywhere. There is only one possibility, that is, the powerful enemy is attacking again, and there are many of them!

Yuan Qinghang was both surprised and delighted: the help talisman he sent out was received so quickly, and help came quickly, but he didn't know who it was?

Suddenly, he felt inexplicably tense.

When he and Li Qinghong ran out from the Demon Sect, they took advantage of Li Hongling's absence, so could she be nearby?

Just as he was wondering, a light whistling was clear and sharp, full of hostility, and rushed up the mountain from the foot of the mountain.

Sure enough, Li Hongling's familiar voice sounded far away: "Mu Anyang, get out! If you dare to hurt our little young master, I will make your Shennong Valley scorched and buried with him!"

Mu Anyang turned around abruptly, under the cool moonlight, his expression was extremely complicated.

It seems to be shocked, it seems to hate, and it seems to be inexplicably dazed.

He looked down at Li Qinghong on the stretcher, gritted his teeth, and whispered to the two disciples: "Take it to my pharmacy carefully, treat it carefully, use the best medicine, and don't allow anyone to disturb it."

The two disciples hastily agreed, but he warned again: "Don't wake him up for now, give him some medicine to calm his nerves and sleep."

At this moment, Li Hongling's voice was a little closer. Behind her, streaks of dark smoke meandered up, flinging their teeth and claws in all directions.

Just like Yuan Qinghang just now, she is also poisoning the spiritual grasses and plants all over the mountains and plains in Shennong Valley, but her actions are more merciless than Yuan Qinghang's.

Yuan Qinghang just wanted to stop Mu Qinghui, the poisonous powder that he sowed was very light, as long as he poured a lot of spiritual spring water to the roots in time, he could be saved, but how could Li Hongling's sowing be so good?

In the vast night, she couldn't see clearly, but she could still see streaks of black life behind her that were not extinguished but thickened, like dragging the tail feathers of death behind her, and pieces of precious spiritual grass fell down in an instant.

Sure enough, before Mu Anyang had time to meet him, Mu Qinghui's voice sounded in the distance, with anger: "Vicious witch, stop!"

He is usually obsessed with the cultivation of medicinal materials and spiritual plants. Mu Anyang is responsible for the external affairs of the entire Shennong Valley, and he mainly takes care of the cultivation and breeding. The vegetation in the valley is full of his painstaking efforts. The actions of Yuan Qinghang just now have made him heartbroken. Now seeing Li Hongling did the same thing again, she was really angry already.

A cyan sword light pierced through the night sky, towards Li Hongling's direction, and slashed down in the air!

In the pitch-black night, the cyan sword light and a red soft cable struck together, and the electric light shone, shaking the mountains.

Li Hongling's red figure was like a ghost, and immediately retreated under Mu Qinghui's sword, and flashed into a garden of herbs, and the surrounding area withered in an instant.

Her clear and indifferent voice resounded through the valley again: "Mu Anyang, when are you going to shrink back?"

Mu Anyang stood still for a moment, and finally rose into the air and flew towards that side!

Yuan Qinghang watched Mu Anyang go away, and quietly followed the two Tsing Yi disciples in front of him.

The mountain road was rugged, and those two people obviously listened to their master Mu Anyang's words very much, carefully carried the stretcher, and walked forward in small steps.

Just after turning a corner, there was a sudden rustling of leaves overhead, as if there was a breeze blowing past my ears.

Immediately afterwards, a flower appeared in front of my eyes, and countless leaves seemed to fall lightly.

The two disciples raised their heads in astonishment. Those leaves covered the sky and covered the sky, blocking their sight, and two thin translucent talisman seals were quietly sandwiched between them.

Silently, it stuck to their foreheads.

With a "gudong", the two disciples suddenly closed their eyes and fell down at the same time.

Yuan Qinghang's body fluttered down, his hands were quick and his eyes were quick, he blocked the falling stretcher, and took Li Qinghong into his arms.

The entire valley was buzzing with people, the palace on the top of the mountain was brightly lit, and the disciples of Shennong Valley came out in full force.

But at the same time, apart from Li Hongling, some figures also appeared in the halfway up the mountain and in the surrounding Herbal Gardens.

Wherever he went, bursts of black smoke floated in the night sky.

Yuan Qinghang felt relieved: Li Hongling didn't come here alone after receiving the request for help, but brought a lot of subordinates with her!

However, how can such a big fight in Shennong Valley prevent the two sides from killing each other?

He hugged Li Qinghong and hid in the grass by the side of the road, quickly took out the silver needles, and pierced several spiritual acupoints on his body one by one.

After unbuttoning his clothes and checking, he discovered the severe wound on his shoulder.

The wound completely pierced through the left shoulder blade, and it was extremely severe.If it is a little more biased, it can pierce the lute bone and cripple people!

Who did it?Mu Anyang?

Shocked and angry in his heart, he hurriedly found a pill for nourishing blood and carefully fed it to Li Qinghong.

After a while, Li Qinghong's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes.

"Brother Young Master, you... have come to save me again."

Looking at his pale face, Yuan Qinghang thought that he had just come out of the Ten Thousand Gu Cave, and the injury on his left arm hadn't healed yet, and this time he injured his shoulder again. : "Brother Hong?"

Li Qinghong gave a weak "hmm": "I always cause trouble for you."

Yuan Qinghang said: "Where is the Jiuzhen Soul Gathering Pill I gave you before? Take it out and save your life."

Li Qinghong lost his mind for a while, seemed a little dazed, and said in a low voice for a long while: "It's gone."

Yuan Qinghang was furious: "This damned Mu Anyang! Did they search you?"

There were three Jiuzhen Soul Gathering Pills as prizes in that medicine competition, he gave one to Li Qinghong and kept two for himself.

Of these two, one was given to Ning Duo in the Wanren Tomb, and the other was fed to him at the bottom of the Broken Soul Cliff, but now the only one left was searched by the Mu family.

But suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Li Qinghong in shock: "You...have you used it up?!"

Li Qinghong closed his eyes and did not answer.

Yuan Qinghang stared at him blankly, and everything finally became clear.

"You are so stupid, why didn't you save your own life." His eyes were a little sour, and he complained in a low voice.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, he found several kinds of panacea in the storage bag, and asked Li Qinghong to swallow them one by one: "You are seriously injured, don't move around. I'll set up a shield and hide you here, go Go and come."

Li Qinghong frowned lightly: "What are you going to do?"

Yuan Qinghang said: "Aunt Hong is here. Since we are out of danger, I will go and ask her to go, so there should be no more unnecessary conflicts."

Li Qinghong's eyes brightened slightly: "My mother... has she come to save me?"

Yuan Qinghang looked at him, and suddenly felt a vague panic in his heart.

He said softly: "Yes, she heard that you were captured, and she was very anxious. But you are so injured, if I take you to find her, I can only be her burden. I will go back as soon as I go, right away!"

Li Qinghong was as angry as a silk, and nodded slightly: "Okay... I will wait for you."

Yuan Qinghang nodded, quickly drew a small shielding array around him, nailed the qi-shielding talisman seal on the four corners, turned around and rushed away.

Li Qinghong lay on his back on the ground, endured the pain, and slowly adjusted his breath for a while.

The sound of killing was loud in the distance, poisonous gas was everywhere, and faint screams came and went.

He waited for a while, becoming more and more anxious, finally gritted his teeth and raised his hand with difficulty.

His hands formed a seal in the air, and a crack suddenly opened on his waist.

Dark red blood gurgled down, and "Tu Ling" exuded a sinister aura, protruding from his flesh and blood.

Since he got Tu Ling, he asked Ji Banxia to teach him a magic technique, which can hide the weapon in the body, nourish it with flesh and blood, and worship it with essence.

Not only can you communicate with the soldier's soul faster, but you can also hide freely at any time.

After being seriously injured by Chen Feng just now, Tu Ling's dagger was also shot down, but when no one was paying attention, "Tu Ling" was quietly retracted into his body.

He closed his eyes, panted for a while, a silver needle leaked from the sharp little fingernail, and stabbed hard at the "Fengchi" point on his neck!

……

On the top of the mountain, inside Kongsang Palace.

Li Hongling was dressed in red, holding a red soft rope in her hand, like a vicious boa constrictor, hitting the beams in the hall.

With a loud bang, half of the sturdy main hall collapsed, and several Shennonggu disciples below were smashed upright, screaming in pain.

Amidst the dust and stone chips all over the sky, a blue sword light pierced through the smoke and dust, and Mu Qinghui chased after him with a towering sword energy.

Li Hongling's red rope instantly trembled into a straight line, wrapping around his wrist.

With a wave of Mu Qinghui's long sword, the light of the sword soared, and immediately cut off a small section of the front end of her red rope.

His handsome face was full of anger: "Li Hongling, you have been tormenting and mutilating the Mu family's children for many years. Brother Nian has always been patient with you in the old days, but do you really think that Shen Nonggu can't do anything to you?"

Li Hongling sneered long and coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, tell Mu Anyang to hand over our young master!"

Mu Qinghui said angrily: "That kid is extremely cunning and full of tricks, who can stop him? He has already left, just half an hour ago."

Li Hongling walked away, throwing out a torrential rain of poisonous needles, the Shennonggu disciples outside the window screamed and fell down again.

She said coldly: "Really? Then why did he send out the SOS again?"

Mu Qinghui said coldly: "If you want to save your son, you have to give up. He is one of the main culprits of the Misty Formation. We captured him, so naturally we will take him to Xianzong for a public trial."

Li Hongling suddenly raised her head, a hint of shock finally appeared on her cold face: "What did you say? Hong'er is in your hands?"

Mu Qinghui expressionless: "Yes."

The red rope in Li Hongling's hand suddenly paused, and fell limply.

She stood there quietly, and suddenly asked strangely: "Did Mu Anyang catch him with his own hands?"

"I am the one who arrested him." A cold voice sounded from the side of the collapsed palace.

Holding the sword in his hand, Chen Feng stood by the side, and Mu Qinghui was on the left and right, sealing off Li Hongling's escape route: "The Left Protector of Mozong has always been surreptitious, and he finally showed up today, let mother and son stay together .”

Li Hongling looked around slowly, and shouted sharply: "Mu Anyang, come out!"

A long howl came from far and near, rushing from the back mountain where the prison was located, Mu Anyang's green robe flashed like a wandering bird, and finally arrived.

On the other side, Shang Lang and Mu Jiarong also rushed forward together, both holding their swords, watching the strange situation in front of them nervously.

Standing in the night wind, Mu Anyang looked at Shang Lang and his son, and said slowly, "Young Master Shang, please take Jiarong to escape for a while."

The "Lizhu" in Mu Jiarong's hand flashed, and he shouted anxiously: "Father, I can help!"

Mu Anyang stared at him, and said warmly: "There are monsters from the Demon Sect everywhere, and there is no one to protect your mother, why don't you go and watch?"

Mu Jiarong was startled, and suddenly thought of the past misdeeds of the beautiful devil in front of him, and panicked in his heart: "Yes, I will protect mother!"

Shang Lang hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly followed, and the figures of the two teenagers quickly moved away.