Chapter 8 Assassination

Gui Li looked in the dark, and saw that the old man's face was clear and thin, and his body was dressed in a gray robe. He was simple and simple, his behavior was calm, and there was nothing outstanding. If you walk on the streets of ordinary towns, I'm afraid no one can recognize this person as a monk.

But looking at the two people behind him, not to mention Yan Hong, Li Xun, who has always been arrogant, seems to have great respect for this ordinary old man, and he dares not neglect his behavior.

At this moment, when he heard the old man ask, Li Xun also hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Uncle Mingjian, in fact, it was the patriarchs of those fishmen and barbarians who died, so these monsters were crazy, so..."

At this time, the three of them happened to walk down the Xuanhuo altar. The old man in gray frowned and said lightly, "How did the fish man die?"

Li Xun smiled bitterly and shook his head. Yan Hong said next to him, "Uncle, the fishman patriarch was suddenly killed by a master less than a mile away from the ancient temple after meeting with Uncle Lv Shun and Uncle Lv in the 'unknown ancient temple' in the north of Hegu Mountain three days ago."

The old man in gray said "Hmm" and was obviously a little surprised. He said, "Who is the murderer?"

Li Xun shook his head and said, "We have checked for a few days, but we don't have any clue." Speaking of this, he seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then continued, "Originally, this matter should have been reported to the uncle, but the owner of the valley and the uncle had been guarding the Xuanhu altar for nearly a hundred years, and he had not asked about vulgar things, so he did not want to disturb the uncle."

The old man in gray smiled and said, "How can I not know the kindness of the owner of the valley?" I think if it hadn't been for these barbarians, and I still had some prestige when I subdued these barbarians, the valley owner wouldn't want to bother me, a bad old man.

Li Xun smiled and was about to say something, but the old man in gray didn't seem to want to say anything more about this topic, so he said, "Didn't Lv Shun also be present at that time? Less than a mile away, can't he find the murderer? Even if the ground is dug three feet, it has been dug out long ago.

When Li Xun heard this, he couldn't help looking at Yan Hong beside him. Yan Hong hesitated for a moment and whispered, "I think the murderer is too cunning and the Taoist is high. After a hit, he immediately escapes away, so even Uncle Lv can't catch this person."

The old man in gray snorted, but this time he didn't say anything more, but in his voice, a sense of disdain was about to come out. Obviously, he looked down on Li Xun and Uncle Lv Shun in Yan Hong's mouth.

The three of them said as they walked, half of the space was only three feet away, and they were gradually far away from the ghost. Gui Li slowly relieved, but he still didn't dare to relax. At this time, he only listened to the old man in gray who seemed to ask from afar. Because he had gone far away, his voice could not be heard clearly, but he faintly heard the old man in gray asking how the rebellious fishman barbarians were doing now.

Li Xun answered behind his back and said, "Now that the situation has stabilized, Uncle Lu led a group of disciples to block the monsters at the entrance of the valley, and used his magic power to suppress the fishman's arrogance. Now the two sides are facing each other. Those fish people said that they wanted to avenge their patriarchs, and the owner of the valley did not want to completely break up with the southern barbarian aliens, so he sent us to invite uncles..."

As soon as the words came to this point, suddenly, a fierce roar in the direction of the entrance of the distant valley echoed from afar, and the voice was extremely sad. Everyone present was shocked. Li Xun said in surprise, "It seems to be at the entrance!"

Before they could react, the sound of fighting surged up again for a moment, shouting fiercely and roaring endlessly, and the valley that had just fallen silent was once again shrouded in the sound of fighting.

The three people's faces changed greatly. The old man in gray snorted and waved his sleeve robe. The whole body suddenly turned into a gray light and flew to the entrance of the valley. Li Xun and Yan Hong also hurriedly followed.

When their figures completely disappeared in the night, Gui Li slowly came out from under the Xuanhuo altar, meditated for a moment, turned around and looked at the Xuanhu altar.

The huge building in front of him stands tall. Even a white jade pillar next to it looks so tall and majestic in the night, not to mention the red palace and pavilion above it.

not far ahead is the steps that the old man in gray, Li Xun and Yan Hong just walked down. Gui Li walked to the steps and saw that all the steps were also built of the same strange red stone as the height, which was integrated with the surrounding railing slate.

Slowly stepped on it, and Gui Li walked up. At this moment, the heat around him seemed to rise a lot, as if what he stepped on under his feet was not the red stone, but the real burning flame.

The steps of the Xuanhuotan went up to thirty-six levels, turned a corner, and continued to extend upwards. Gui Li took a deep breath, looked cold, and walked up slowly. The surrounding railings and stone walls are plain and unpretentious, without any carvings, especially quaint.

At this moment, even the wind blowing from the night sky became extremely hot. Xiao Hui lay on Gui Li's shoulder, his eyes were dripping around, and he looked around curiously.

Finally, after walking a total of three floors of 108 steps, Gui Li came to the Xuanhuo altar.

Although I had just seen the scene here from afar under the Xuanhuo altar, now I am in front of the Xuanhuo altar, standing in front of the tall hall standing in the center of the Xuanhuotan, looking at the huge building a hundred times taller than myself, and at the spire that pierces the sky like a sharp sword, the Feeling.

Red stone of the same material is cut into huge stones of equal size. Each piece is almost half a person tall and is piled up into a magnificent hall. Walking closer, in the hot air, the ghost clearly saw that these stones were so tightly connected that the gap in the middle seemed that even the blade could not be inserted. It's really impossible to imagine how the ancestors of the Incense Valley created such a magical temple.

Even he almost had an illusion that what was in front of him was not a palace at all, but a huge burning flame. And the flame is so huge that it seems that it will soon be overwhelmed and swallow up the small self.

Gui Li took a deep breath, calmed down, suppressed the feeling of admiration in his heart, and then turned his head and carefully checked the path into the palace of the Xuanhuo altar. He didn't take much effort to find it.

The whole tower-shaped altar did not even have a window, all of which were tightly surrounded by huge red stones. Only not far from him at the bottom floor, there was a door ten feet high and six feet wide.

Gui Li walked over and soon found that although the door was painted with red paint, it was still different from the surrounding stone wall, but a wooden door. I think so. If even the door in and out is a heavy stone door, it must be very troublesome!

Gui Li stood in front of the door for a while, but did not open the door immediately, but turned around and looked back.

In the whole Xuanhuo altar, except for the hot air, there is silence.

"Squeak!"

The next moment, he pushed the door open.

At the entrance of the Incense Valley, there is already a river of blood. More than a hundred tall and strong fish-headed barbarians shouted, extremely angry, holding all kinds of strange blades, with guns and knives, swords and halberd, fighting with the disciples of the Burning Valley around them. Blood flowed on the ground in the field, and the remnants could be seen everywhere. Among the casualties, there were many disciples of the incense valley, but more were still fishmen.

As for these limbs, I'm afraid they were all cut down by those cruel fishmen.

However, although this scene is terrible and the fishman is also extremely fierce, the situation is that the side of the Burning Valley gradually suppresses the Fishman, and it is obvious that there is still room for the Burning Valley. Dozens of disciples with higher Taoism are surrounded in a semicircle shape and pressing inward together.

It's just that these fishmen are really fierce, and their bodies are very different. Even if the monks are given a sword light from the disciples of the Incense Valley, they are afraid that they will be injured, but these fishmen are somehow extremely strong. In addition, the people in the Incense Valley seem to have received some orders, leaving room. In addition to the swordsman magic weapons of a few masters, the magic weapons of other disciples hit the body, and the fishman was at most beaten and flew out, which was extremely difficult to see blood.

However, on the one hand, everyone here in the Incense Valley has been a monk for many years, and the Taoism is not shallow. The power of the magic weapon alone is still better than these barbarian fishmen. Second, these fishmen are just powerful and thick. The disciples of the Incense Valley have evidence to advance and retreat. From time to time The upper hand.

Among the disciples of the Burning Valley, an old man commanded in the middle. It was Lv Shun who saw the ghost Li in the ancient temple of the barren mountain that day. At this moment, he frowned, his face was extremely ugly, and he was obviously extremely angry.

Fighting to the fierce place, he suddenly screamed, but a disciple of the Burning Fragrant Valley was careless for a moment, revealing the fault. He was hooked by a fishman with a weapon that seemed to be like a hook sickle, dragged down from the air and fell to the ground. In a moment, several fishmen around him rushed up, and the soldiers danced wildly. In a blink of an eye, they died, and even the body was not complete.

In an instant, the disciples of Burning the Fragrant Valley were in an uproar, and many people could no longer control it. They increased their strength in their hands, and the magic weapons flying swords flying all over the sky suddenly roared fiercely and attacked in groups. However, for a moment, the screams sounded one after another, and several fishmen had been killed by magic weapons.

It's just that these fish are really fierce in nature. Seeing these bloody scenes, they are not afraid, but also crazy to fight, and they are not afraid of death.

Lv Shun's sword flew to the air and shouted loudly, but both the fishman and the disciples of the Burning Valley were all red-eyed. Unexpectedly, no one paid attention to his words, and a bigger massacre was about to begin.

At this time, the night sky, which had been hanging high in the lonely moon, suddenly darkened. Lv Shun frowned and looked into the sky, and saw a gray cloud coming. Lv Shun's face changed and he couldn't help humming.

How fast the gray cloud came. It flew in front of me in a blink of an eye, and the power was getting bigger and bigger. The wind in mid-air rotated rapidly, and gradually turned into a tornado with a diameter of several feet, mixed with a sharp sound, and a "woo" rushed down from the night sky

Almost at the same time, all the flowers and trees around the ground were blown out by the strong wind, and the sand and stones on the ground went away. The disciples of the Burning Valley and some fishmen with low skills were even swept up by the strong wind and thrown out.

Everyone was shocked. Before they could react, the tornado had fallen to the ground. In the sound of the shrill wind, the sound of " bang" was loud. Dozens of fishmen were caught by giant hands. They were beaten and flew back and fell to the ground heavily.

The fishmen squeaked, and their voices were shrill and unpleasant, but they were quite frightened. After the wind turned for a moment and separated all the fishmen and the disciples of the Incense Valley, it slowly stopped. The wind gradually subsided, and the huge wind gradually dissipated, and the figure of an old man in gray appeared.

The disciples of the Incense Valley were stunned, and then fell to the ground one after another, saluted the old man together, and said respectfully, "Uncle Shangguan."

Lv Shun also slowly fell back to the ground at this moment. He came over and looked at the old man in gray. The blue veins on his face jumped, and then said with a smile, "Brother Shangguan, how can you startle such a big man?"

The old man in gray looked at him, smiled faintly and said, "The Lord of the Valley has an order, and I have to come."

Lv Shun's face changed.

At this time, Li Xun and Yan Hong had also arrived and fell from the air. Li Xun walked to Lv Shun, lowered his voice, and whispered, "Uncle Lu, it was Lord Gu who ordered me to invite Uncle Shangguan."

Lv Shun snorted, and his face was even more ugly, but after all, he didn't say anything more and turned his head.

The old man in gray did not look at him. He turned around and looked at the bloody ground in the field, and his face darkened.

At this time, those fish people gathered in one place, and their eyes fell on the old man in gray. But at this moment, they seemed to recognize the old man in gray. Somehow, these fishmen who were not afraid of death were a little afraid of the ordinary old man in gray and dared not rush forward for a moment.

The old man in gray withdrew his eyes and said in a low voice, "Where is Sun Tu?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man ran out of the disciples of the Incense Valley. It was Sun Tu who went with Lv Shun that night and knew the barbarian language.

He ran to the old man in gray, with a respectful face and said, "My disciple is here."

The old man in gray looked at him and saw that this man was gray-faced. It seemed that in the fight just now, because his Taoism was not high, he was afraid that he had suffered a little, but fortunately he was not dead. After all, there were not many people who could understand these barbarian languages.

The old man in gray immediately said, "Come and turn over their words to me."

Sun Tu answered carefully and stood aside.

The old man in gray looked at the fishman and said loudly, "I'm an official. Come out to talk alone."

There was a shrug in the fish crowd over there. Obviously, they understood Shangguan's words. And the name seems to have a kind of magic for them, which is very extraordinary. After a long time, a tall fishman came out.

Shang Guan Ce looked at him twice and said slowly, "Do you know me?"

The fishman hesitated for a moment and said, "squib."

Sun Tu next to

immediately translated, "They know."

Shang Guan Ce's face remained unchanged and said, "Why do you attack my valley? Is there no one to bully me and burn incense in the valley?"

The fishman's face was angry, and he began to say, and his voice was very angry.

Sun Tu listened and translated, "He said, 'Our patriarch was killed when he met your people, and you actually said that you couldn't find the murderer. Obviously... Obviously, you did it. Although we fish people are not opponents of you, we should also fight to the death to avenge the patriarch!"

Shang Guan Ce frowned, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. He is the top figure in the incense-burning valley. His Taoism is unfathomable. A hundred years ago, in a secret fierce battle with the barbarians in southern Xinjiang, Shangguan Ze showed his divine power and shocked the barbarians. Since then, his fame has spread among the sixty-three foreign races of the southern barbarians. Today, Yun Yilan, the owner of the Fragrant Valley, asked him, who has not asked about vulgar things for a long time, for this reason.

Moreover, Shangguan Ce has lived in southern Xinjiang for a long time, and his understanding of these barbarians in the mountains is by no means comparable to others. This fishman barbarians alone knows that it is fierce, and the death of the patriarch is an unprecedented shame for them. It is really possible to die here regardless of everything.

If it's just this alien race, Shangguan's policy naturally doesn't pay attention to it. It's just that the barbarians in southern Xinjiang fight with each other on the surface, but the internal relations are complicated. What's more, there has been a peerless figure in the past hundred years, and it's even more similar. In

He was thinking about himself here. Next to him, Li Xun looked at Guan Ce and bowed his head to meditate, so he whispered to Sun Tu, "Didn't I control the situation when I left just now? The two sides confronted each other, and the fishman had no intention of taking action. Do you want our valley owner to Why did you fight again?"

Sun Tu said with a bitter face and a wry smile, "We are also strange! It was fine. Although I was a little nervous, there was no intention to continue to do it on both sides. Unexpectedly, there was a sudden scream from the fishman, and a fishman on the edge was killed somehow. At this time, the fishmen suddenly turned red and rushed up like crazy..."

Shang Guan Ce listened to his ear and suddenly said in a low voice, "Did our people do it?"

Sun Tu was tongue-tied for a moment, but Lv Shun next to him said coldly, "At that time, it was a mess. Who knows?"

Shang Guan Ce's face turned cold, and he suddenly raised his voice and shouted to the disciples of the Incense Valley, "When we confronted just now, did someone kill the fishman?"

Everyone in the Burning Valley was silent. The disciples looked at me and I looked at you. For a long time, no one came forward to admit it.

In the distance, the fishman had a burst of **, obviously very angry.

Shangguan Ce frowned and suddenly said to the fish standing in front of him, "I'll go and see the man's body."

After saying that, without waiting for the fishman to answer, he went straight over.

The fishman's face changed, but looking at Shangguan Ce's expression, he finally turned around, took him to the corner of the crowd, identified it, and then pointed to a fishman's body and said a few words.

At this time, Lv Shun, Li Xun, Sun Tu and others also came behind Shang Guan Ce. Sun Tu whispered, "This is the fishman who died."

Shang Guan Ce stood next to the corpse and looked carefully. The face gradually looked difficult. After a moment, he whispered to himself, "Awesome, awesome."

Li Xun stood behind him and looked at the body. He couldn't help frowning. The fishman's body still had a big knife in his hand, but the head on his neck was no longer there. There was a fishman's head not far away, which seemed to be his.

The fishman was actually beheaded cleanly and neatly.

Li Xun's eyes unexpectedly fell on the neck, and he saw that the wound was extremely flat, and he was obviously killed by the extremely sharp blade.

"Wow!" Suddenly, Lv Shun next to him shouted in a low voice, walked up, squatted down and looked carefully at the fishman's body.

Shang Guan Ce frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

Lv Shun looked at it for a long time and slowly stood up, but his face was already very ugly. He said in a low voice, "This wound is exactly the same as the wound left by the murderer when he sniped the captain of the fishman. The wound is flat, and the muscles are not twisted at all, but the depths of

Everyone was shocked and quickly took a closer look, as Lv Shun said.

Shang Guan Ce was shocked in his heart. Huo Ran turned around and said, "This murderer is here!"

Shang Guan Ce's eyes were like a knife, extremely sharp. At this moment, an ordinary old man seemed to suddenly emit irresistible sharpness all over his body. He slowly looked at everyone around him, and no one dared to look directly at him.

There was a sudden silence in the field. Only the night wind from nowhere blew through the branches and rustled.