etc.

Jiang Niannian suddenly stopped.

How did Tang Murou win the heart of Demon Lord Ye Linyuan?

Yes, one hundred years ago, when humans and demons fought each other, Wen Shili led hundreds of immortal sects to defeat the demons and imprisoned the Demon Lord in the Demon Prison Tower with magic. Tang Murou let the Demon Lord go because of her own selfish desires, which was a serious crime. However, she won sympathy from everyone by crying and wailing, and thus avoided the punishment of having her cultivation abolished.

The time is tonight.

Logically speaking, she had nothing to do with this matter, but why did she feel so uneasy?

Suddenly, a sharp cry instantly broke the silent night at dusk and spread throughout the entire sect.

"Oh no! Oh no! Demon Lord Ye Linyuan has escaped!"

At dusk, in the main hall of Qinggu Peak.

The usually deserted hall was now bustling with people, whispering and discussing.

Half an hour ago, Wen Shili sent people to seal off the entire Qinggu Peak and gathered everyone there. The Demon Lord had already escaped and could not be brought back, so the only thing to do was to gather everyone to find the spies who let him go.

"Nian Nian." Yin Buqi's eyes were fixed on her, glancing at her from time to time, his eyelashes trembling slightly, looking weak and innocent: "I'm sleepy."

"Be good, we can go back after we catch that guy. Well... come and sleep here tonight." Jiang Niannian touched his head and said embarrassedly.

"Okay." Yin Buqi smiled, being unusually obedient.

There was a noise at the door, and Yin Ruoxu hurried in with seven or eight guards from the Demon Prison Tower.

Wen Shili stood in the hall with a cold expression and asked, "Master Yin, is there any news about the people who went after the Demon Lord?"

Yin Ruoxu shook his head and said, "Let him run away."

One of the guards had a complicated expression on his face and gritted his teeth and said, "Master, we know who let the Demon Lord go."

"Go on."

The guard looked around the crowd, stopped in front of Jiang Niannian, and said angrily, "It's her!"

Instantly, everyone in the hall looked over.

Jiang Niannian:?!

Yin Buqi's face suddenly turned gloomy and he looked at the guard with an unfriendly look.

Jiang Niannian said calmly, "I have no grudge against you, why are you wrongly accusing me?"

The guard said angrily: "I clearly saw it was you!"

Jiang Niannian glanced sideways at Tang Murou in the crowd. She was talking to Jie Jiao.

Yesterday the situation was urgent and I did not take a close look. Today, after taking a closer look, I found that Jieyou was very handsome, even more feminine than Yin Buqi. She was dressed in red, like a painting with thick ink and heavy colors, depicting all the romantic and gorgeous things in the world.

I thought Tang Murou would be nervous and guilty at this moment, but unexpectedly, Tang Murou turned around and smiled at her gently.

Yin Buqi sneered, "Convicting someone based on one side of the story, is this how Qinggufeng handles things?"

Yin Ruoxu looked over and frowned a little, feeling that the man looked familiar.

"Isn't this the man who defeated the young master yesterday..."

Yin Ci put his hands on his chest and gave the follower a sharp look, and the follower shut up.

"Of course not." The guard took out a Qiankun bag from his arms and said, "This was found near the Prison Demon Tower. The Qiankun bag contains various precious herbs. The spiritual energy in it all came from you. There is evidence, what else do you have to say!"

Jiang Niannian was stunned when she saw the Qiankun bag. It was indeed hers.

It was the one she gave to Shen Yu yesterday, but why was it here now?

"It is indeed mine, but I gave it to Saint Fuhua yesterday. I don't know why it appeared in the Demon Prison Tower. Why don't you confront him?"

Yin Ruoxu sighed: "Shen Yu left Rimuli yesterday to go down the mountain to rescue people. He won't be back for half a month at the earliest."

Jiang Niannian felt that something was wrong with Yin Buqi's aura beside her. She glanced at him soothingly and said, "If that's the case, why not use the soul-searching technique? Souls never lie."

When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.

Soul-searching technique is an evil technique among the hundreds of immortal schools, but it is widely used because of its convenience.

Cultivators at or above the Lianxu stage who have absolute cultivation suppression can search the souls of cultivators with lower cultivation, directly probing their spiritual power into the opponent's soul consciousness sea to obtain all their memories.

But after having his soul searched, the person being cast will most likely become stupid or even die, so this spell is generally used on the dead or sinners.

“No.” Yin Buqi raised his head slowly, his eyes emitting a blood-red cold light like a trapped beast, his chest heaving violently: “Niannian, no.”

Jiang Niannian continued, "I wasn't the one who let the Demon Lord go, but all the evidence points to me. In order to prove my innocence, I have no choice but to search his soul... But, if we want to search, we have to search together!"

Jiang Niannian looked at Tang Murou, and a surge of anger surged from the bottom of her heart. You are wrongly accusing me, right? Then don't even think about staying out of it!

Tang Murou turned her head away as if frightened, and timidly hid behind Tang Xuanye and Jieyou, her eyes slightly red. "Miss Jiang, what are you doing? You let the Demon Lord go, why did you let me join you in the soul search? This is unreasonable."

"That's right, Miss Jiang must have gone crazy. It's ok to search the soul of a living person, but why did she drag Miss Tang into it?"

"Did you hear that during yesterday's competition, Miss Jiang injured Miss Tang and even put poison on her sword!"

"Really? That's horrible, why would she do that?"

"Maybe he is jealous that Miss Tang is prettier than her, or maybe he wants to get a good ranking in the Immortal Alliance Conference and become famous. I really don't know why such a person can still stand here safely."

"No way, didn't Saint Fuhua say that Miss Tang got poisoned by accident and it had nothing to do with Miss Jiang..."

The group of people were chatting animatedly. They had all come into contact with Tang Murou many times before. Tang Murou's politeness, gentleness, and delicateness made people feel good about her, but the most important thing was her face that was enough to haunt everyone.

Jiang Niannian sneered: "What a frame-up! Weren't you the one who let the Demon Lord go? Are you scared now?"

"Miss Jiang, why did you wrongly accuse me like this?" Tang Murou had tears in her eyes, and she looked bewildered and innocent, choking with sobs: "My sword wound has not healed yet, and my cultivation is only at the Golden Core stage. How could I have the ability to let the Demon Lord go? I don't know how I have offended Miss Jiang, and you let you hurt me like this!"

"Don't worry, everything will be fine." Tang Xuanye held Tang Murou in front of his chest and comforted her, then threatened Jiang Niannian coldly: "If you slander Rourou again, don't blame me for being rude!"

A sudden burst of laughter rang out in the hall.

Jie Xie looked at Yin Buqi.

This man had narrow eyes like cold knives, lips like crimson roses, a very special voice that was charming and dangerous, and his skin was sickly pale.

He has always been confident in his appearance, but the person in front of him is even better looking than him.

Jie Jiao frowned, "What are you laughing at?"

Yin Buqi sneered: "I laughed at everyone in the hall, but no one could tell that the guard had been bewitched!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Buqi transformed a sword and stabbed at the guard who identified Jiang Niannian!