"The soul-chasing incense has lost its effect!"
The triangular-eyed monk screamed in surprise, and the others' faces suddenly darkened. "Six of us stopped to wait for you, and you did this?"
"You're using fake incense to fool us?"
The triangular-eyed monk was anxious: "This is a treasure exchanged from the temple, it can't be fake!"
"Could it be possible that Lu Yuncheng has already escaped from the Soul-Chasing Incense's tracking range in just this short while?"
"It's really possible. Old Wang's death was also very strange..."
"Impossible! Who can travel thousands of miles in an instant? Even a great master in the Spiritual Transformation Stage can't do it. Lu Yuncheng must still be in the city!"
“…”
After everyone talked for a while, one of them glanced at the ground inadvertently and suddenly looked horrified.
Didn't one of them die? How come there are seven pairs of legs besides himself?
His scalp tingled, and he didn't dare to warn anyone, so he slowly backed away unconsciously.
At this moment, a strange chuckle suddenly sounded.
The man's face changed instantly. He stomped his foot on the ground and rose into the air, fleeing quickly. But no matter how fast he was, he could not be faster than the shadowless sword light.
But a flash of silver light appeared, and the man's head and Nascent Soul were neatly split into two halves, turning into a headless corpse and falling to the ground.
With a muffled "bang", the other six people woke up as if from a dream, looking at the young monk standing among them with fear, and no one dared to take action.
The atmosphere was tense for a moment, and then one of them suddenly knelt down and kowtowed, shouting:
"Senior, please spare my life! If you don't kill me, I will tell you everything I know, without hiding a single thing!"
As soon as the man finished speaking, his body suddenly swelled up, and then exploded into a rain of blood.
"Restriction?"
The young monk brushed away the blood rain with a flick of his sleeve, his eyes flickering slightly: "It seems that these people are all from the lower class. Even if they can ask something, it may be misleading."
He waved his right hand, and there was a whistling sound in the wind, and sword snow quickly poured out from between his sleeves.
The six people were terrified and were buried by the wind and snow before they could escape. They were unable to leave even a last word.
A moment later, the young monk waved his sleeves to hide the sword snow, and saw only six pools of blood on the ground. There was no corpse left, but his expression was still indifferent, without any change.
This young man was none other than Xiang Sheng in disguise.
She had already decided to come and kill the witnesses.
If she didn't come in person this time, some of her methods would be exposed to the Pantheon, and they would inevitably make inferences.
Moreover, only when everyone died and the Pantheon was unable to figure out Lu Yuncheng's strengths and weaknesses could they buy her the most time to practice.
With this in mind, she waved her sleeves again, and the power of deceiving the heavens surged out, disrupting the will of heaven. Then, she wiped away the bloodstains on the street and took away the Forbidden Rain Talisman Plate.
After making sure that nothing was left out, she left.
However, Su Qingqing followed the second divine thought and came to the vicinity of the Sword Sect's branch courtyard, where she saw the disciples cleaning up the bodies of the assassins.
Is it over already?
She moved a little closer and immediately heard the conversation between the disciples.
"Senior Brother Zhuang is really amazing!"
"These Dongzhou cultivators are so ignorant that they dare to assassinate Senior Brother Zhuang!"
"Did you see what Senior Brother Zhuang did just now? It was so fast."
"I didn't see it clearly, but since Senior Brother Zhuang can become the youngest true disciple of the main sword lineage, he must be quite capable."
"Hmph, Senior Brother Zhuang is fighting outside, making such a big noise, but Senior Brother Li and Xiang Jianjue are actually indifferent and don't even think of coming out to help."
"Xiang Jianjue is a ruthless person, but why did Senior Brother Li become like that?"
"I think Senior Brother Li has been bewitched by Xiang Jianjue!"
“…”
Su Qingqing didn't listen to the rest of the arrangement.
"Junior Brother Li and the others hid in Luoji Tavern. They hid it from even their fellow disciples, but they couldn't hide it from the Pantheon's spies..."
All kinds of thoughts flashed through her mind, and then she rushed without stopping to the place where the third divine thought was guiding her.
But just when he was halfway there, the guidance of his spiritual thoughts suddenly broke.
Su Qingqing's face darkened slightly, and she continued on her way.
A moment later, she followed the direction of her original sensation and came to an unusually clean street.
Su Qingqing looked around but found nothing.
There was no blood, no trace of fighting, no remaining breath, nothing.
She stretched out her finger and touched the void, and the surrounding water vapor immediately condensed into a drop of water, suspended in the air.
There is plenty of water vapor.
There is no rain tonight, and the reason for the abundant water vapor can only be the ban on rain.
"Lu Yuncheng is most likely dead."
Su Qingqing's face was solemn. When she tracked down the Sword Sect's branch, she had already thought that the place guided by the third divine thought must be Lu Yuncheng's residence.
The first wave of troops' assassination attempt on Xiang Jianjue was fake. Their real purpose was probably to spy on Li Changting's strength.
The second wave of troops was a complete cover. Zhuang Teng had the magic weapon given by his mother to protect him, so how could he be killed easily?
After realizing this, she rushed here immediately, but she was still a step too late.
Now that Lu Yuncheng is dead, the Dongzhou cultivators in the city will definitely think that it was Xizhou who was defeated by Lu Yuncheng in the sword list, and thus use underhanded tactics.
Add a little more fuel to the fire of the Pantheon...
Su Qingqing took a deep breath and turned to leave.
The Pantheon's plan succeeded, and she must be feeling proud of it. Something big is bound to happen tomorrow, and she needs to think carefully about how to deal with it.
…
At the same time, in the Pantheon stronghold, the purple-robed monk sat on the armchair. Instead of the smug look on his face that Su Qingqing had imagined, his expression was so gloomy that it looked like water was about to drip out of it.
He slammed his palm on the edge of the chair, stood up and roared: "A bunch of trash!"
"Lu Yuncheng only has a little more cultivation, why did he let him escape? Eight late-stage Out-of-Body cultivators, how could they be a match for a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator? This is a huge joke!"
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