"The soul-chasing incense is no longer effective!"
The triangular-eyed monk screamed, and the others suddenly looked gloomy: "The six of us stopped to wait for you, but you did this?"
"Deliberately fooling us with fake incense?"
The triangular-eyed monk was anxious: "This is a treasure exchanged from the temple, it can't be fake!"
"Is it possible that with this quick effort, Lu Yuncheng can directly escape from Zhuihunxiang's tracking range?"
"It's really possible that Lao Wang died strangely..."
"Impossible. Who can travel thousands of miles away in an instant? Even a great master in the transformation stage can't do it. Lu Yuncheng must still be in the city!"
"..."
Everyone talked for a while, and one of them inadvertently glanced at the ground, suddenly showing horror on his face.
Didn't one of them die? Why does he have seven pairs of feet besides himself?
His scalp was numb and he didn't dare to remind him aloud, and his body slowly retreated unconsciously.
At this moment, a strange chuckle suddenly sounded.
The man's expression changed instantly, he stamped his feet on the ground and took off into the air, escaping quickly, but no matter how fast he was, how could he outrun the shadowless sword light?
But seeing a flash of silver light, the man's head and Nascent Soul were neatly divided into two halves, turning into a headless corpse and falling to the ground.
With a muffled sound of "bang", the other six people just woke up from a dream. They looked at the young monk standing among them with frightened faces. No one dared to make a move.
The atmosphere was deadlocked for a moment, and one of them suddenly knelt down and kowtowed with a "plop" sound, while shouting:
"Senior, spare your life! As long as you don't kill me, I will tell senior everything I know and I won't dare to hide anything!"
As soon as the man finished speaking, his body suddenly swelled, and then exploded into a shower of blood.
"Restricted?"
The young monk swept away the blood rain with his sleeves and his eyes flickered: "It seems that these people are from the bottom. Even if you ask something, it may be misleading."
He waved his right hand, only to hear the howling wind, and sword snow quickly poured out from between his sleeves and robes.
The six people were in panic. Before they could escape, they were drowned by the wind and snow, unable to even leave a last word.
After a moment, the young monk waved his sleeves to collect the sword and snow, and saw only six pools of blood on the ground, with no bones left, and his expression remained indifferent, without any change.
This young man is none other than Xiang Shu in disguise.
She had already planned to come here to kill people and silence them.
If she didn't come here in person this time, some of her methods would be exposed to the Pantheon, and they would inevitably deduce something.
And only when everyone is dead and the Pantheon cannot figure out what is true on Lu Yuncheng's side can she gain the most time to practice.
Thinking of this, she waved her sleeves again, and the power to deceive the sky surged out to disrupt the heaven's secret. Then he wiped away the bloodstains on the street and searched for the Rain-Forbidden Amulet Plate.
After making sure nothing was missed, she left.
However, Su Qingqing followed the guidance of the second spiritual thought and came to the vicinity of Jianzong's annex, where she suddenly saw the disciples in the annex cleaning up the corpses of assassins.
It has ended?
She moved slightly closer, and the conversation between the disciples immediately reached her ears.
"Senior Brother Zhuang is really amazing!"
"These Dongzhou monks really don't know how high the sky is and how dare they come to assassinate Senior Brother Zhuang!"
"Did you see clearly what Senior Brother Caizhuang did just now? It was so fast."
"I didn't see it clearly, but Senior Brother Zhuang can become the youngest true disciple of the main sword vein, so he naturally has two skills."
"Hmph, Senior Brother Zhuang is fighting outside. There is so much commotion, but Senior Brother Li and Xiang Jianjue are indifferent and don't even know to come out to help."
"Xiang Jian Jue has a wolf-like heart and a dog-like heart. That's all. How come Senior Brother Li has become like that?"
"I think Senior Brother Li was bewitched by Xiang Jianjue!"
"..."
Su Qingqing didn't listen to the rest of the arrangement.
"Junior brother Li and the others hid in Luo Ji Tavern and hid it from all the disciples, but they couldn't hide it from the Pantheon's informants..."
Various thoughts passed through her mind, and then she rushed non-stop to where the third spiritual thought guided her.
But just after they were halfway through the chase, the guidance from the divine mind suddenly disconnected.
Su Qingqing's face darkened slightly and she continued on her way.
After a while, she followed the direction of the original induction and came to an unusually clean street.
Su Qingqing searched around and found nothing.
There was no blood, no trace of fighting skills, no residual breath, nothing.
She stretched out her fingertips and touched the void, and the surrounding water vapor quickly condensed into a drop of water, suspended in mid-air.
There is plenty of water vapor.
There will be no rain tonight and the reason why there is abundant water vapor can only be the rain ban.
"Lu Yuncheng is probably dead."
Su Qingqing's face was solemn. When she tracked the Jianzong Villa, she had already thought that the place guided by the third spiritual thought must be Lu Yuncheng's residence.
The first wave of troops to assassinate Xiang Jian was definitely fake. The real purpose was probably to spy on Li Changting's strength.
The second wave of people was just a cover. Zhuang Teng had a magic weapon given by his mother to protect him. How could he be killed easily?
After figuring this out, she rushed here immediately, but it was too late after all.
Now that Lu Yuncheng is dead, the monks from East China in the city will definitely think that it was Xizhou who lost to Lu Yuncheng in the Sword Ranking, so they will resort to evil tactics.
The Pantheon adds a little more fire...
Su Qingqing took a deep breath, turned and left.
She was probably very proud that the Pantheon plan had succeeded. Something big was going to happen tomorrow, and she had to think carefully about how to deal with it.
…
At the same time, at the Pantheon stronghold, the purple-robed monk was sitting on the Grand Master's chair. Instead of being as proud as Su Qingqing thought, his face was gloomy and about to drip.
He slammed his hand on the edge of the chair, stood up and roared: "A bunch of trash!"
"Lu Yuncheng has just a little more cultivation, why did he let him run away? Eight people in the late stage of out-of-body experience, not a match in the late stage of Nascent Soul? What a big joke!
Go find them all! If you can't find Lu Yuncheng before sunrise tomorrow, you know what the consequences will be! "
"roll!"
"Get out of here!"
Everyone was as silent as a cicada and left in pissed off state.
The purple-clothed monk's chest rose and fell violently, and after a long time, his face returned to calm.
He turned around and came to the inner hall, took out a long flute and placed it in front of the incense burner.
The long flute made a slight "wuwu" sound, and the white smoke was sucked into the flute, condensing into an illusory figure with a dull tone.
"What's the matter?"
The purple-clothed monk immediately knelt down, lowered his head and said in a shameful voice: "I have fulfilled my master's trust, and something went wrong. Lu Yuncheng is not dead, and he is very good at hiding it. I have tried various methods, but I can't trace him."
"madness."
The illusory figure spoke calmly, "Everything is subject to change. How can it develop exactly as planned? Are you panicking just because of this little thing?"
The purple-clothed monk was startled, "Master..."
"Whether Lu Yuncheng kills or not is not that important. What matters is what the Dongzhou monk thinks."
As soon as these words came out, the purple-clothed monk's eyes instantly lit up: "I understand, master, thank you for your advice!"
"As long as you know."
The white smoke dissipated, leaving only a lingering voice, "Take care of this matter, and don't let me down again."
The purple-clothed monk's eyes trembled. He clearly saw that the white smoke had completely dissipated, but he still said loudly: "I will definitely live up to my master's expectations!"
After a while, the monk in purple regained his composure and came to the front hall.
"Somebody come!"
A Pantheon monk immediately appeared, half-kneeling in front of the purple-clothed monk, "My subordinate is here."
The purple-clothed monk's eyes flashed coldly: "Go and summon everyone to find a monk whose body shape is 80% similar to Lu Yuncheng's. Send him over immediately!"
…
A night of silence.
The next day, Lu Yuncheng hid in an inn in the city and did not go to the sword tower. After experiencing this wave of assassinations, he would never dare to show off again.
He has no means to save his life. If he is targeted by the Pantheon again, he will definitely die.
His reputation, which he originally regarded as more important than his life, seemed to be no longer that important. Being reviled and despised by millions of Dongzhou comrades is better than losing one's life.
But what he didn't expect was that today, he still appeared in Jianta Square.
At the same time, after Su Qingqing sent Xiang Shen and the others into the sword tower, they stayed in the formation area, waiting for the Pantheon to attack.
Unexpectedly, until the tower was closed near Youshi, the Jianta Square was still harmonious and nothing happened.
When many monks gradually came out of the sword tower, a group of monks suddenly rushed out from outside the formation and shouted in panic: "It's not good, Fellow Daoist Lu is dead!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.
"Which fellow Lu Dao?"
"Lu Yuncheng?!"
"Didn't you see Lu Yuncheng's name on the sword list today? I still find it strange that he was killed?"
"Really dead!"
"The body is at the Chengdong Inn!"
When the Dongzhou monks heard this, they all went to the Dongcheng Inn to check, but unexpectedly, another group of people came from behind and directly carried Lu Yuncheng's body over.
That day Lu Yuncheng made harsh words under the sword tower. Many people had seen his face. When the body came, some people immediately recognized him.
"It's him!"
"Who did it?"
"I only occupied the sword ranking for two days. You Xizhou doesn't even have the capacity to accommodate people?"
For a time, the crowd was excited.
Su Qingqing watched and sighed secretly. Things turned out as she expected.
Xiang Shu had already left the tower and looked at the body lying flat on the field, frowning secretly.
She knew very well that Lu Yuncheng was not dead and that the body was probably a temporary forgery of Pantheon.
But to prove this, Lu Yuncheng must show up.
No! It’s not okay to show up.
Xiang Shen's eyes darkened slightly. Since Pantheon had cheated, he must have thought of a back-up plan.
This backhand was not difficult to operate. All it took was to encourage the Xizhou monks. During the quarrel between the two sides, Pantheon directly killed Lu Yuncheng.
When the time comes, Lu Yuncheng will fake his death and then die for real, which will only make the situation worse.
I failed to buy time. I lost this round of confrontation...
Several thoughts flashed through Xiang Shu's mind, and at the same time, the quarrel in the field became more and more intense.
The purple-clothed monk showed grief and anger, "After we, the casual cultivators, came to Xizhou, we were ostracized and disliked everywhere.
Fellow Daoist Lu is the leader in winning the sword list, which really makes us feel proud, but what does this mean now? "
When the purple-clothed monk said this, Naiying, who was standing in the crowd, immediately roared: "You cripples from Xizhou can't fight fellow Daoist Lu, so you're going to resort to dirty tricks?
We, the Dongzhou monks, must give an explanation for this matter! "
This statement immediately aroused the Xizhou monks to curse, making the situation even more tense.
