Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Retreat indoors.

Ning Duo sat with his eyes closed, the light blue blood vessels on his eyelids twitched slightly, and his long black eyelashes lifted.

The surrounding area was quiet, except for the fragments of spirit stones that had been drained of spiritual energy all over the place. The sapphire ground was extremely clean, and nothing amiss could be seen.

Ning Chengshou sensed his movements and rushed over: "Duo'er, how are you?"

Ning Duo slightly stretched his muscles and bones, only to hear "crackling" sounds from all parts of his body, as if all the rusted joints were opened when he rushed to the gate, he was extremely flexible.

A surge of spiritual energy flowed freely throughout his body, as if he had been completely reborn.

Finally reached the Great Perfection of Golden Core, this feeling is indeed far from comparable to previous breakthroughs.

He opened his palm, and the Sword of Repentance flowed with brilliance, and flew into his hand, making an intense whistling sound, "buzzing" and trembling.

Ning Duo held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and poured boundless spiritual power into the Yinghui Sword. For a moment, a strange feeling filled his heart.

The soul of the sword attached to the Sword of Repentance seems to have real spirituality.

In the joy and joy that passed on, there was also a bit of sadness and loss, and it seemed that the new owner's cultivation base had suddenly improved, becoming more and more like its former owner.

He bowed to Ning Cheng and said, "I have successfully broken through, and the spiritual power in my body is flowing freely. I feel very good."

Ning Cheng stared blankly at the familiar light and sword intent on Ying Hui's sword, and said softly, "Very good. Only you can use this sword."

Ning Duo raised his head, looked at the flying stone chips all around, hesitated slightly: "Did I lose my mind when I broke through and almost hurt Master?"

Ning Cheng said softly: "It's just that the spiritual power ran away, and the movement was a little louder. Fortunately, I was watching from the side, and everything was safe and sound."

Ning Duo said sincerely: "Thank you, Master, for guarding us all night and for your kind protection."

Ning Cheng looked at his handsome and quiet face, was silent for a while, then lowered his eyes: "You don't have to be grateful to Master, as long as you don't use the Sword of Repentance at me in the future, you will be satisfied as a teacher."

Ning Duo was taken aback suddenly by saying such a heavy word.

He lifted up his skirt, bent down and bowed down: "Master!..."

Ning Cheng waved his hand and said lightly: "It's okay, I'm just talking casually."

The morning light came in from the damaged door of the retreat room, Ning Cheng squinted his eyes and looked at the morning light of the distant mountain.

"Get out. Don't stay here long."

Ning Duo stood up silently.

Following Ning Cheng, he walked to the door, and his eyes fell on the big hole that was blown up.

His footsteps stopped, his eyes quickly swept away, and suddenly, he landed on a small brown spot on the stone wall.

When Ning Cheng turned his head, he saw that his feet seemed to have taken root, and he was motionless. He frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ning Duo hesitated: "Master, this door... seems to have been attacked by a talisman?"

Ning Cheng said indifferently: "When you rushed through the barrier, your spiritual power ran away, and when I suppressed it, the two spiritual powers collided with each other, and the disaster reached here."

Ning Duo let out a soft "hmm".

He followed Ning Duo along the winding mountain road towards Chixia Hall.

Ning Cheng was walking forward, when suddenly, he heard Ning Duo whispering behind him: "Master, when I was retreating, no one came to disturb me, right?"

Ning Cheng's back seemed to be a little stiff, but he didn't look back, and said, "Why do you ask like that?"

Ning Duo's voice was low and deep: "When I was in a daze, I always felt as if someone had appeared. The person who was beside me in the middle seemed to be you, Master, and someone else."

Ning Cheng said lightly: "It's all like this. When you break through, your mind is chaotic, and all kinds of complicated thoughts will flash like a revolving lantern. Otherwise, how could you be so easy to go crazy?"

His figure was straight and his voice was flat: "The person you see in a trance must be the person you think about day and night. So, whose illusion did you see?"

Ning Duo pressed his thin lips tightly and did not answer.

His eyes were deep, and he looked down at his hands.

That little brown spot was sticking to his long and slender fingertips, and when he opened it, it turned out to be a sticky blood color.

……

Outside the welcoming house of the Seven Poison Sect, there was a lot of noise.

A group of Cang Qiong sect disciples rushed in with long swords in their hands, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The room is full of fragrance, with a faint herbal aroma.

It's just empty.

Shang Lang walked in the front and looked at Yu Wenli who was beside him: "Young Master Yuwen, do you think the members of the Seven Poison Sects were the young master of the Demon Sect leading someone to pretend? No way!"

Yu Wenli put his hands behind his back, with a gentle expression: "I saw it with my own eyes last night, it is absolutely true. The chief disciple was performing evil methods in the valley, and I ran into him. I fought fiercely with him. He was accidentally destroyed by me." The mask is exactly that Yuan Qinghang."

Shang Lang looked a bit reluctant: "Ah... so."

Yu Wenli looked at him with a faint smile: "Master Shang doesn't believe me?"

Shang Lang quickly waved his hand: "No, no. Mr. Yuwen is also worried that he will cause trouble again, so he came to inform everyone."

He scratched his head: "But since his whereabouts have been revealed, he must have taken people away immediately. Since everyone has run away, let them go!"

Beside him, a young disciple also said: "It must be that they are afraid that we will be too high-ranking, and we will do something bad before we have time!"

Yu Wenli stabbed out the sword in his hand, pointed towards the copper censer on the table, raised a handful of incense ash, and floated towards Shang Lang: "But the incense ash is still warm, the people from the Demon Sect must have just fled, Mr. Shang really doesn't plan to send someone to rush Chase?"

Shang Lang was completely unwilling to do this, but the Sky Sect is the master of this place, if he doesn't ask, it may be difficult to explain.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet, turned around and told the disciples of the Cangqiong Sect: "Hurry up, go out and hunt down the monsters of the Demon Sect. If you find any traces, report them immediately."

Yu Wenli smiled and said: "Young Master Shang, in my opinion, I'm afraid it should be arranged more properly."

Shang Lang said: "It's already taken seriously! Why don't you send some people from your sect?"

Yu Wenli nodded immediately, and said in an orderly manner: "Okay, first of all, please divide your people into several teams. All the routes up and down the mountain must be pursued. Our Yuwen family sent a large number of puppets to assist in the search. Once found, the Sky Sect will be responsible for dragging Stop the enemy, and at the same time send out a signal, I will immediately call more colleagues from various immortal sects to rush to help."

Shang Lang was dumbfounded: "Ah, you don't have to be so close to the enemy, right?"

Yu Wenli's face turned cold slightly: "Right now, all the immortal sects have the pillars of their sects rushing to practice, and the monsters of the demon sect suddenly appeared, and there must be a major conspiracy. If they interfere at a critical moment, wouldn't countless people be killed?"

Shang Lang fought a cold war.

Yes, even if Yuan Qinghang wasn't that bad, the two guardians were really bloody.

What if behind Yuan Qinghang, they are sitting in front of the command?

……

All over the mountains and plains, in the guard posts of the Cang Qiong faction scattered everywhere, beacon fires were lit.

On the main roads in and out of Ten Thousand Mountains, there is one person for three steps, and one sentry for five steps.

In the wild sky, people from the Beast Control Sect released a large number of spirit birds and birds, and blocked the sky with eyes like tigers.

On the side of Lingshan, several disciples of Lingxiao Temple walked together, searching for the distance along the deep grass and trees.

One of them bent down and walked quickly, while wiping his sweat indignantly: "This Ten Thousand Mountains is so big, searching for a few people, isn't it looking for a needle in a haystack?"

"Don't mention it, I think that Yu Wenli is avenging his personal revenge, and he wants to kill Yuan Qinghang of the Demon Sect through everyone's hands."

"Hey, our Palace Master also hates the Demon Sect very much. Hearing the news about the Demon Sect, he wished he could bring someone to look for him himself."

While complaining, suddenly a person shouted urgently: "Look! This way!"

There is a deep grass on the side that is as tall as a person, and it looks normal from the outside, but once you step in, you can clearly see a piece of fallen weeds with messy footprints on it.

As for the weeds that have been trampled and cut short, there is still fresh juice oozing from the fracture.

Several people's hearts thumped.

If it was a member of Xianzong, why would he choose such a remote and uninhabited place to walk?

The leading disciple of the Lingxiao Palace waved his hand, and all of them held their breath and walked forward along the fallen grass stems.

Going around the hills and avoiding the open land, the rocks in front of us are messy and mixed, forming a natural barrier.

Several people looked at the traces of vegetation on the ground, silently lowered their footsteps, formed a vague fan shape, and surrounded them there.

When they got closer, several people glanced at each other, and at the same time raised their sharp swords, soared into the air, and slashed at the chaotic rock!

The sword light flickered, extremely fierce.

But at the same moment, behind the rocks, a proud figure suddenly jumped up. On the snow-white robe, faint black and gold threads shone faintly, and the red scarlet pattern flew like a flame.

And the light of the sword in his hand shone with thousands of golden lights, like thunder that suddenly split in the clear sky.

The coercion is proud, and the thunderbolt splits the sky.

At a glance, the disciples of the Lingxiao Palace seemed to be completely shocked by the huge sword intent, and the swords in their hands were all trembling frantically in fear, unable to lift them up again.

The sword light in the figure's hand passed over the sword tips of everyone, like rain hitting plantains, at the same time.

Lightweight, yet ruthless.

Then, the swords in everyone's hands came out and flew into the air, forming a chaotic sword net.

Ning Duo was in mid-air, stretching out his long arms and holding several swords in his hands one by one.

The next moment, his figure descended lightly, with a graceful posture and a calm expression.

Stretching out his arms flatly, he pointed several hilts of his swords at the crowd, and said calmly and slowly, "My lords, your swords."

The disciples of Lingxiao Temple were terrified, they felt that their whole bodies were oppressed by the sword intent of the sword just now, so they almost fell to their knees, how could they dare to cause trouble?

The leader endured the humiliation, quickly took his sword, and said with a forced smile: "Is Ning Xianjun passing by? I'm sorry, I almost hurt you."

Ning Duo said indifferently: "Yes, I just saw the messy rocks and rocks, and suspected that people could be hiding, so I came to take a look."

He paused and said, "No one is inside."

Several Lingxiao Temple disciples looked suspiciously at the silent mountain and rocks, and wanted to take a step forward, but Ning Duo had already blocked the way: "No one is here."

The few people felt suffocated, and said embarrassingly: "Since Ning Xianjun has checked it, let's look elsewhere."

……

Ning Duo watched their backs disappear completely, then slowly turned around and stepped into the boulders.

Shuang Jiang poked his head out from behind a small rock, and quickly waved at him: "Ning Xianjun, here."

Ning Tuo walked forward and nodded slightly to her: "Hello, Sister Shuangjiang."

Shuang Jiang stood up pretty, raised his eyebrows and gave him a sideways glance: "I never thought that after ten years of goodbye, Ning Xianjun will become so powerful. When I was a child, I called you a demon on the left and a witch on the right. Now you call me sister again?"

Ning Duo's face was calm, but the roots of his ears were slightly red, and he said lightly, "Is there? I don't remember."

Shuang Jiang chuckled: "Of course there are. Not only did he frown coldly at me, but he even pointed his sword at the young master, stabbing his neck full of blood."

Ning Duo said quietly, "Where is he now?"

Standing beside Shuangjiang was Zhao Tingan, who couldn't help but said anxiously: "It disappeared last night, and then suddenly let Duoduo come back, telling us to leave quickly."

As soon as he let go of his hand, the little dream-making beast jumped to the ground and rushed towards Ningduo eagerly.

Ning Duo hugged it in his arms, and took off a paper talisman on its back, his eyes froze suddenly.

Yuan Qinghang's familiar handwriting was impressively written: "Your whereabouts have been revealed, my life is important, run away!"

Shuangjiang's face was sad: "As soon as Duoduo came back, he howled all over the room. After we woke up, we ran away immediately. But we were worried about the safety of the young master, and didn't dare to go far. We were just trying to find a place to hide before going out to investigate. All of a sudden, the mountains and plains are full of pursuers."

Another girl pouted, it was Zhu Zhu, and said angrily: "We didn't do anything, look at their formation, they might catch us, and they will kill us one by one immediately."

Ning Duo was silent for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice, "Isn't there any news about him?"

Shuang Jiang said: "Not yet, but since the young master can take the time to warn us, he must not be detained."

Zhao Ting'an was a little worried: "It was fine at the time, but it may not have been fine all the time. It's not that the young master would not talk like this if he was not in great danger."

Zhu Zhu also stomped his feet anxiously: "Our young master is so capable and cunning. If there is any danger, it must come from your Sky Sect. By the way, it must be that old thief of Shang Yuan."

Ning Duo was in a state of confusion, his handsome face was frozen like ice, and said, "Hide in peace, and be careful. I'll find out about his whereabouts."

……

In the pitch darkness, Yuan Qinghang groaned softly, and slowly woke up and turned around.

There was no light in sight, and the air was slightly damp and mixed with the slight smell of mud.

He slowly sat up, the wound on his back was pulled, and there was a burst of tearing pain.

Reaching out to touch it, the tentacles are sticky.

It's all blood.

This lunatic Ning Cheng... didn't kill him.

But it seems that it is no different from being killed. I am locked up in this dark and dark place, and nothing is left on my body. I am short of doctors and medicines. If I am locked up for a few days, I am afraid that I will die.

He waited quietly for a while, and when his strength recovered a little, he gritted his teeth and raised his hand. His nails were as hard as a knife in an instant, and he gently scratched towards his waist.

When Li Qinghong hadn't left before, he had shown off this method to him.

Ji Banxia's original evil technique, digs out a small piece of flesh and blood from the body, uses the technique to seal in a little life-saving thing, which cannot be seen from the outside, but at a critical moment, it can save lives.

This time, knowing that the situation was difficult, he specially asked Ji Banxia to teach him this technique, and it finally came in handy.

The skin was torn apart, and with a "ding dong", a tiny storage bag fell off.

He shuddered in pain and almost passed out again.

In the past ten years of rebirth, not only has he not suffered any hardships, he has even been delicate and healthy, wanton and healthy.

It almost made him forget the physical ordeals he encountered in his previous life.

Fortunately, now, it will be the ultimate exam.

I just don't know, if I fail to pass the examination, will everything come back to the top again, returning to the tragic state of being sick and dying? ...