Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Yuan Qinghang felt uneasy in his heart.

This evil aura is extremely difficult to catch, if he hadn't grown up with countless demon cultivators since he was a child, he wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.

But I wanted to find out where it came from, but I couldn't find it.

This uncomfortable feeling seems to be all over the mountains and plains, but he is sure that he can only vaguely feel it after stepping into the back mountain where the retreat room is located.

He flew fast, and his light figure was like an antelope on the cliff, rushing towards Ning Duo's place.

When a person breaks through, he not only needs to be calm and not disturbed, but also needs the pure and unadulterated aura around him.

Now this extremely weak evil energy is filling the air, once it is captured by the five keen senses when breaking through, what will happen? ...

Finally, in the dim night, on the edge of the cliff, the stone door of the retreat room where Ning Duo was staying appeared.

Yuan Qinghang suppressed the beating in his heart and stood in front of the door.

Gently press on the door, it is really unbreakable.

Even if it can be opened, he dare not move now.

He didn't know what level Ning Duo was at now, and any disturbance might bring unexpected results.

The indistinct evil spirits around him were still there, mixed in with the surge of spirit energy, which seemed more and more contrary to harmony.

Sweat dripped from Yuan Qinghang's forehead, and he slapped his palm on the ground silently. A few golden threads leaked from the black gold fan, and stretched along the stone cracks on the ground to the stone room.

After penetrating for less than a few meters, he encountered an extremely tight barrier.

The thick and surging wall of spiritual power blocked the front, obviously because it was filled with extremely high-precision spiritual stones, and the number was huge.

The Cangqiong faction has recently changed from poverty to sudden prosperity, Ning Cheng must have been generous, he piled a large number of spiritual stones into Ning Duo's retreat room, forming such an impenetrable barrier of spiritual power.

Yuan Qinghang pushed the gold thread, closed his eyes and searched for a while, finally found a gap, and inserted the gold thread.

But his heart sank.

If the golden thread can enter, it means that the barrier is not indestructible. This evil energy is pervasive, so it can definitely enter the retreat room.

Sure enough, the golden thread swayed slightly and suddenly froze.

In that empty room, there was not only a very faint strange evil spirit, but also violent fluctuations in spiritual power!

Ning Duo's breakthrough may not have gone smoothly, and he has even been attacked by some kind of mind!

Yuan Qinghang seemed to be caught by something.

He gritted his teeth, and shot a blasting talisman at the closed mountain gate, followed by a silencing talisman, the two were superimposed, a fierce flame flashed, but there was no sound, and a big hole was blasted in the door.

The stone chips flew and fell on his face, and he bent down and rushed in.

The inside is cold and spacious, surrounded by piles of spirit stones and shining pearls.

On the ground in the middle, a new cold jade bed was added. Ning Duo closed his eyes tightly, his handsome face was slightly flushed, reflecting the cold glow of the cold jade beneath him.

His brows were furrowed in pain.

Behind him, Ning Cheng was looking tense, his palms pressed tightly against Ning Duo's vest, and where they met, a faint cold mist rolled and steamed, filling the room.

When Yuan Qinghang fast-forwarded, he immediately turned around in astonishment, his eyes suddenly widened, startled and angry.

He didn't dare to leave all his hands behind Ning Duo's back, so he could only free one hand, and the sword flew back into his palm, and the blue sword edge flashed coldly.

Yuan Qinghang hurriedly rubbed his face a few times, tore off the human skin mask, swept it in front of him, and lowered his voice: "Ning Xianchang, it's me."

Hearing this familiar voice, Ning Cheng's face became more angry.

He quickly glanced at the drowsy Ning Duo, lowered his voice, and shouted, "What are you doing here again!"

Yuan Qinghang gritted his teeth, and the white jade and black gold fan hurriedly pointed at his wrist: "Ning Xianchang, you trust me."

Ning Cheng stabbed with the sword in one hand, and continued to send spiritual power to Ning Duo with one hand, his eyes were burning: "Go away!"

Yuan Qinghang was afraid of disturbing Ning Duo's fragile mind, so he didn't dare to fight him head-on, and walked away, avoiding his sword edge: "In my life, not only have I never harmed anyone, I will never harm him."

Ning Cheng said angrily: "You have ruined his reputation, isn't that enough!"

Yuan Qinghang put away his usual smiling appearance, his eyes were as clear as a mountain spring, cold and tough: "If I really wanted to harm him, he would have died a long time ago."

Ning Cheng's face was twisted, full of extreme hatred: "Yes, you don't want to harm him, but if you get involved, he will be killed sooner or later!"

Yuan Qinghang glanced at Ning Duo. Ning Duo's face, which had just turned slightly red, was even more crimson, and his eyelashes were trembling rapidly.

Apparently, although he fell into a certain state of internal vision and couldn't get out, he seemed to feel the changes outside his body.

Yuan Qinghang was anxious, and his face suddenly turned cold: "Ning Xianchang, whether he will be killed by me is a matter of the future, but if you don't allow me to rescue him now, he will die! I am a doctor , if you are really for his own good, get out of the way."

Before Ning Cheng could reply, he twisted his fingers and snapped them lightly.

A few flexible golden threads buried in the ground suddenly popped out, tightly wrapped around Ning Cheng's ankle, and pulled hard.

Ning Cheng was caught off guard and was pulled down, and his palm immediately separated from Ning Duo's vest.

Ning Duo shuddered, and the spiritual power that had been restrained in his body suddenly ran away. He snorted suddenly, and pain showed on his handsome face.

Yuan Qinghang pulled a few gold threads, and Ning Cheng was thrown to the side. He ignored Ning Cheng, flew onto the cold jade bed, replaced Ning Cheng with one palm, and stuck it to Ning Duo's back.

Between the fingers of the other hand, several shiny silver needles appeared, and they stabbed down at the back of Ning Duo's neck!

Ning Cheng got up, his face was extremely angry, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out, hitting Yuan Qinghang's back: "You!..."

Yuan Qinghang didn't move, he applied the needle with one hand, and his hands kept slapping along several meridians. Ning Duo snorted softly, and the throbbing veins on his neck suddenly fell down.

Ning Cheng's sword tip was already approaching, and a shallow wound was cut on Yuan Qinghang's back, and a thin stream of blood immediately flowed down.

Yuan Qinghang said calmly: "If you want to kill me, you have to wait for me to save him."

Ning Cheng looked at Ning Duo's gradually improving expression, and finally slowly retracted the sword, but it still stopped behind Yuan Qinghang, with a cold look.

"If you dare to think a little bit wrongly, I will definitely tear you to pieces." He said in a low voice.

Yuan Qinghang sneered very lightly: "Ning Xianchang, your eyes are really blind."

Ning Cheng was squeezed mercilessly by him, but he didn't dare to speak any more, and watched his movements intently, with anxiety and unwillingness mixed in his eyes.

Yuan Qinghang calmed down, and the silver needles in his hands went along the back of Ning Duo's neck and pierced the spine, and then distributed to both sides of the waist.

Ning Duo's back muscles are well-proportioned and the lines are smooth and beautiful, but Yuan Qinghang has nothing to do but carefully help him sort out the messy spiritual power in his meridians.

Soon, it was combed to the vicinity of the dantian under the abdomen.

After searching carefully for a while, Yuan Qinghang breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart suddenly relaxed——Ning Duo's cultivation base is extremely solid, and although the golden core in his body is solidified in the middle stage, it is much stronger than ordinary people.Qianqian

Although he had practiced the Canglong Jue, the rupture of the golden core caused by the breakthrough was so subtle that it was almost invisible.

After sorting out his meridians, and taking all kinds of precious tonics he gave him in the past few days, it seems that it is only a near miss.

It can be said that Ning Duo has been preparing for a breakthrough like this for a long time, so there shouldn't be such a sudden danger.

This strangeness is probably because of the evil aura that suddenly appeared in the valley tonight, which induced the insanity!

After a cup of tea, Ning Duo's tense muscles finally relaxed, and his frown also relaxed.

It's just that he still maintains a sitting posture, and has not yet fully awakened from the threshold of breakthrough.

Yuan Qinghang retracted his fingers, and the silver needle was hidden in his sleeve.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and turned his head wearily: "Okay, he..."

After feeling cold, Ning Cheng's sword pierced into his back silently.

Yuan Qinghang trembled and looked down at his chest.

Fortunately... there is no sword piercing the heart, no sword tip piercing through.

He took a quick breath and said in a low voice, "Don't startle him."

Ning Cheng's sword also seemed to be trembling slightly.

He didn't send it any deeper, he pulled out the sword, and the sword edge like autumn water was withdrawn silently.

Yuan Qinghang shook his head, only to feel the blood spurting from his back.

He pressed hard on his heart, the force passed through his chest and led to the acupoints in his back heart, slightly stopping the bleeding.

He turned around, staggered up, and walked wordlessly towards the door.

Blood flowed under his feet, forming a meandering stream, which was shocking.

Walking outside, he looked at the dark cliff and stopped.

Behind it, Ning Cheng's sword intent followed like a shadow, and it was posted again.

He smiled wryly: "Ning Xianchang...you really hate me."

Ning Cheng's voice trembled slightly, but his words were fierce: "All of you in the Demon Sect deserve to die."

"Why? Just because your senior brother and the members of the Demon Sect used to know each other, but they didn't end well, so you hate all the people of the Demon Sect?" Yuan Qinghang said in a low voice.

Ning Cheng's voice suddenly became hoarse: "My senior brother was forced to death by the entire Demon Sect! He obviously did nothing wrong, but everyone regarded him as a spy and forced Yuan Zuoyi to kill him."

His voice was full of pain and anger: "Hehe, Yuan Zuoyi, this despicable villain, said that it is hard to find a confidant, and said that he believed in him, so he couldn't keep him in the end?"

Yuan Qinghang was vaguely puzzled, but the wound was in severe pain, and his mind was turning slower than usual.

He frowned and said, "Ning Wanfeng... how did he die back then?"

Ning Cheng sneered and said, "After you die, go down and ask your uncle, maybe he can tell you."

With a gesture of the sword in his hand, he approached Yuan Qinghang's heart again: "Go to hell!..."

Yuan Qinghang shook the white jade and black gold fan in his hand, tried his best to avoid the sword, but his body was already crumbling: "Wait a minute."

Ning Cheng's sword paused: "What are you doing?"

Yuan Qinghang looked at the ten thousand-foot cliff behind him, and panted with a wry smile: "Ning Xianchang, after I die, you hide my body so that he won't see it."

Ning Cheng's expression changed.

"He was born with a hard life and was usually lonely. He always regarded me as his best friend." Yuan Qinghang said in a low voice, "If I die, he will be very sad... Perhaps in this life, no matter how difficult it is to laugh and be happy .”

Ning Cheng's face was livid, and he said word by word: "He will forget. It is better to be sad for a while than to be implicated or betrayed by you in the future."

Yuan Qinghang's eyes showed some sarcasm and pity: "You are already crazy, I won't tell you."

He paused, and then said: "Anyway, after I die, don't let anyone know, otherwise when Aunt Hong and Uncle Ji come to kill you, you will fight with them, and blood will flow like rivers on both sides."

Ning Cheng said coldly: "You are dead, why do you care so much?"

Yuan Qinghang was in a daze: "...I don't care about others, I only worry about him."

That fool was still telling him a few days ago that he would never marry a woman in this life, nor would he have children.

Still talking about things in the future, the two returned to the secret realm to pay homage to Yuan Zuoyi and his uncle, and then traveled around to play in mountains and rivers, killing demons.

...But if he can no longer see himself and knows that Ning Cheng killed him, how should he deal with himself?

A tiny crack finally appeared on Ning Cheng's cold face.

He stared at Yuan Qinghang's calm and sad face, stared at the dark blood that was constantly flowing under his feet, and finally screamed lightly, and the long sword stretched out sharply, and slapped Yuan Qinghang's neck.

Yuan Qinghang shook and finally fell down.

In the blurred vision, Ning Cheng, dressed in white, approached slowly, reached out and grabbed him.

The last glimpse was of Ning Cheng's dangling wrist, which was densely packed with criss-crossing scars.