Chapter 1757 Retreat

These twelve golden immortal assassins should be proficient in some kind of stealth secret method. Once they enter the mansion, they will dissipate into the air, and the patrolling human immortal guards will not be able to find any trace of them.

Soon, they walked through the outer courtyard and arrived at the inner courtyard as if they were in no one's land. They quickly locked onto the hall where Song Yan was dining and sneaked over quickly.

Song Yan's expression remained unchanged and he continued to eat with a smile. He even picked up a piece of vegetables and put it into Song Xue's bowl next to him. Suddenly, a sweet smile appeared on the other person's face.

Suddenly, Yueyue, who was eating at the same table, moved her brows slightly, and then looked at Song Yan.

Obviously, she also discovered the existence of the assassin, but she was not sure, so she looked at Song Yan for confirmation.

Song Yan smiled at her and told her not to worry.

In the blink of an eye, this group of assassins arrived outside the hall in a grand manner. It can be said that they were extremely arrogant and did not take Song Yan and others seriously at all. At this moment, Shishi also felt something.

suddenly!

Murderous intent surges.

The Qi machines of the twelve Golden Immortal Assassins locked onto Song Yan, like poisonous snakes spitting out their poisonous messages.

They should belong to the same organization, and both use a black iron dagger that exudes a faint luster.

"Puff puff!"

The black iron dagger stabbed Song Yan's vitals with a deadly cold light.

"It doesn't make people feel comfortable even when they're having a meal! You guys are so annoying!"

At this moment, Song Yan suddenly spoke with a calm expression, completely regarding the twelve black iron daggers as nothing.

Then, the twelve assassins appeared, but they seemed to be stuck in some stagnant time and space, just stagnant in mid-air, with cold expressions on their faces.

"Bang bang bang!"

Song Yan stood up, raised his hand and waved out one after another.

He photographed the twelve Golden Immortal Assassins out of the hall one after another, and then stepped out.

The twelve Golden Immortal Assassins who were shot away also woke up at this moment, but expressions of horror flashed across their faces. At that moment, they collectively fell into some kind of terrible illusion, and they couldn't even feel the time. It passed by, but before it became clear, it was already shot away.

Yes, at that moment, Song Yan activated his soul magical power "Huan".

He simply constructed a stagnant illusion and completely trapped the twelve Golden Immortal Assassins in it.

"Who sent you?" Song Yan looked at them and asked.

"withdraw!"

Assassins pay attention to hitting with one hit and leaving without hitting.

Therefore, when these twelve golden immortals saw that the assassination failed, they merged into the air without hesitation and planned to withdraw.

"If you want to leave, have you asked me if I agree?"

Song Yan sneered, raised his hand and punched twelve times.

The punch was as powerful as lightning, and in an instant the twelve Golden Immortal Assassins were knocked out of the void and fell heavily to the ground. There was blood from every corner of the mouth, but they were seriously injured.

"Tell me, who sent you here?"

Song Yan stepped forward and asked again.

"go to hell!"

At this moment, the twelve Golden Immortal Assassins suddenly rushed towards him, and their bodies expanded rapidly like inflated balloons.

"No, they are going to blow themselves up!"

Song Yan was startled, reached out and grabbed them all, and forced them all into the temple space. Otherwise, if they were allowed to self-destruct here, the entire mansion would probably be blown up.

Song Yan followed closely and entered the temple, controlling the will of the temple and suppressing their self-destruction.

"This is where?"

The twelve Golden Immortal Assassins were all shocked, especially when they felt that the energy in their bodies was completely sealed, and their faces became even more ugly.

"Bang bang bang!"

Song Yan was too lazy to talk nonsense with them, and directly knocked eleven of the Golden Immortal Assassins unconscious, and then used the puppet magical power to enslave another Golden Immortal Assassin.

After some questioning, he finally found out the origin of these assassins.

They are all assassins belonging to the Purple Dragon Domain Ling Family Assassin Hall.

Get orders from above to assassinate him.

This place is very far away from Baidi City. I didn't expect the Ling family to find him so quickly. The eight aristocratic families are indeed extraordinary.

Then he asked about the assassins of the Ling Family Assassin Hall.

The twelve of them are twelve of the one hundred and eight stars in the Ling Family Assassin Hall, and they can be considered middle-level assassins at most.

Above them there are Xuanxian-level assassins.

These Xuanxian assassins are elusive and will not appear in the Assassin Hall, so even they have never been seen.

It is said that the most powerful assassin in the Ling Family Assassin Hall is called "Wuchang". Wu Chang has the strength of the Ancestral Immortal Realm, but his identity is even more mysterious. Even Ling Feitian, the leader of the Assassin Hall, cannot command him. Only the head of the Ling Family can. The command "impermanence".

After hearing this news, Song Yan once again gained a little more understanding of the heritage of the eight great families.

The best he can do now is fight against the mid-stage Xuanxian. If he wants to kill the mid-stage Xuanxian, it may be difficult to do so. It will be difficult to fight against the late-stage Xuanxian.

If the Ling family sent out Xuanxian-level assassins to deal with him, he would be fine, but the people around him might not be able to resist.

Arrangements must be made in advance.

Thinking of this, he walked out of the temple.

Without waiting for the girls to ask, Song Yan said: "These twelve Golden Immortal Assassins are all sent by the Ling Family. If this fails, they might send the Xuan Immortal Assassins. Therefore, in order to ensure your safety, you have to enter the temple again." Got it!"

After hearing Song Yan's words, the girls all looked a little downcast. They all understood that their strength was too low and had become a drag on Song Yan.

After the meal, Song Yan took the girls into the temple.

Then he went to see Fang Tianyue, explained the situation to them, and brought them into the temple.

As for the servants and guard maids in the mansion, he still couldn't trust them, so he sent them away with a large sum of fairy stones.

In just one day, Song Yan was the only one left in Nuo Da's mansion.

"Damn it! I'm still too weak!"

Song Yan was a little aggrieved.

Then, he went to Dikuitang and met with Nangong Mingyue, asking him to gather the people in Dikuitang and hide them as much as possible to avoid being discovered by people from the Ling family. As for the elixir business, he also stopped for the time being.

After all, the Ling family has already noticed this, and once Di Kuitang is discovered, they will probably send a large number of experts to destroy them.

Nangong Mingyue nodded and asked, "Mr. Song, are you planning to...?"

"I have to find a place to retreat for a while!"

Song Yandao, once he breaks through to Xuanxian, he will have the capital to fight against Xuanxian in the later stage. Unless the Ling family sends out the ancestors, he will not be afraid of assassination at all.

But how can Zuxian be easily dispatched?

Just when Song Yan left Nangong Mingyue, Zhou Yuxian chased him out: "Master Song, you are in trouble. Otherwise, you can go to the helm to avoid it."

"No need!"

Song Yan took a deep look at Zhou Yuxian and disappeared directly.

A few days later.

Song Yan appeared in a mountain forest millions of miles away, and he was going to find a place to retreat in this mountain forest.

After some searching, he found a fairly good valley in the mountain forest. After some arrangement, a large amount of fog poured in from the surrounding area, completely covering up the valley.

Then, Song Yan sat cross-legged in the center of the valley and began to retreat.