Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Of course, the storage bag that can be hidden in the body is limited in volume, but it is no more than the size of a fingernail.

After it was dug out, it was blessed with spatial magic inside, and it swelled in the wind, but when it was opened, there were not many things that could be accommodated.

These are the basic materials necessary for extreme environments.

A few pills of life-saving precious elixir, a few silver needles necessary for medical repair, dozens of talisman seals, there are finished products with great power, and there are also high-quality blank talisman papers.

And that little evil stop brake disc.

This thing was very small, so Yuan Qinghang let it in. Fortunately, it was not completely searched.

There is also a small flint in the storage bag, a huge pearl.

As soon as the pearl came out, the surrounding darkness was finally dispelled.

The surrounding soil and rocks are intertwined, and about half of the wing room looks like a collapsed cave that has been abandoned for a long time.

He glanced at it briefly, not daring to delay any longer, and picked two out of several precious life-saving pills.

One nourishes qi and builds muscle, and the other regulates damaged viscera and meridians.

After swallowing it, he used silver needles to stop the bleeding, meditated for a while, and finally regained most of his energy.

The pearl on the side is faintly shining, and in the darkness, everything is quiet and bleak.

He stood up and went forward to touch the soil and rocks beside him.

The soil was wet, and there was a faint layer of water droplets condensed on the rocks, which was a bit chilly in the cold.

He knocked on a protruding stone casually, and the dull sound disappeared in the soil layer in front of him not long after.

He thought for a while, took out a blank talisman, bit his middle finger, and drew a few exquisite runes on it.

He slapped it in the crevice of the rock: "Look!"

The pattern of the talisman seal lightened slightly, and got into the soil along the gap.

Yuan Qinghang closed his eyes, a faint ray of consciousness attached to the talisman, feeling the touch spreading in front of him.

The soft soil, the hard rock, and occasionally small living things were disturbed, like insects and snakes hiding in the soil, when they were disturbed by the talisman, they suddenly avoided it.

After bumping around for a long time, his heart became heavier and heavier.

All the while without hitting the plant's massive root system.

Only near the surface will the root system take root.This shows that this place is indeed deep in the belly of the mountain.

It was also difficult for Ning Cheng, Qianzhong Mountain was his home field after all, so he could easily find such a place.

Although he didn't have the heart to kill him at the last moment, but he is sealed here, are you planning to starve to death?

He stopped, thinking quickly.

no water.

This small storage bag can't fit so much, the first thing that is missing is life-saving things like spiritual spring water.

Although at the middle stage of the golden core, one can last for a long time without drinking or eating, but after all, people have to consume energy. This place is isolated from the world, and there is no way to supply spiritual energy.

Although Ning Duo and Mozong's people will definitely search for it desperately, no one knows where to start with Ning Cheng. Whether he can survive until rescue arrives is really hard to say.

No, you can't just sit and wait.

Rather than running out of supplies, take the initiative to attack, find any direction, and force digging is better than sitting and waiting!

He resolutely went all out, took out eight talisman seals distressedly, and fixed them in the rocks around him according to the eight trigrams, and hurriedly urged: "There are all directions, go find them quickly!"

The eight divine senses were attached to the talisman and disappeared suddenly.

He closed his eyes and continued to search. After a long silence, the talismans in other directions encountered the same rocks, soil and insects, but suddenly, a faint strangeness came from the talisman on the "kan" position. .

Yuan Qinghang's spirit was lifted, and he received several other spiritual senses, and all his mind was gathered on the threshold.

The spiritual sense in front of him bumped into a smooth thing unexpectedly.

Explore around, this smooth and flat place is square, about the size of a small courtyard, and there is a solid barrier in front of it.

Yuan Qinghang's heart moved.

It looked like the retreat room in the mountains that Ning Duo had stayed in before, but it was a little smaller than that one, surrounded by spirit stones for absorption during cultivation, and it was in the mountains.

He retracted his consciousness a few meters, then changed direction in this mountainside, and stretched it out again, searching hard.

Sure enough, once the direction was determined, there were dozens of rooms of the same size within a few miles.

If nothing else, this should be the group of retreat rooms in the back of Wanzhong Mountain!

Ning Cheng killed him and didn't have time to transfer him. He probably found an abandoned cave he knew and sealed him inside.

The place where he is located is not far from the diameter of these closed rooms, but it is extremely dangerous to get through by manpower.

Similar to the Ten Thousand Blade Tombs, when they were looking for the mountainside passage leading to the Small World, they didn't dare to forcefully blast it.

If a landslide is triggered, people will really be buried alive!

He stood quietly in the darkness, and suddenly smiled after a while.

At that time, it was Ning Duo who disregarded life and death and didn't care about the outcome, swung his sword alone, pierced through the road ahead, and found the only life for the two of them.

Now that guy is no longer around, is he afraid of death and sitting here resigned to fate?

He took a deep breath, casually chopped at the rock beside him, and pried off a thin piece of rock.

Using stone as a knife, he dug hard into the soil on the ridge without hesitation.

The dug soil can be piled in the space behind. If you dig in front, you have to turn back again to transport the soil back. The farther you dig, the harder it is.

But what does that matter?

He was just physically tired inside, but the fool outside didn't know how anxious he should be!

……

He didn't know the time of the day and the moon in the belly of the mountain. He had just taken the elixir to heal his injuries. Although his back still hurt and his physical strength was weak, he dug with great enjoyment and was not depressed.

Every meter you dig, the closer you are to the retreat room group in front, there must be people there, and there are many people!Qianqian

When he was tired, he would sit in the narrow mountain path to rest for a while, and when he was hungry, he would take half of the elixir to continue his life. Although the surroundings were claustrophobic and frightening, his heart seemed to be on fire.

No one should try to kill him, he hadn't met Ning Duo yet, and said a few words to him that he hadn't understood, so he wouldn't die here out of nowhere.

I don't know how many days later, or more than ten days, finally, the talismans sent out to search froze and stopped a few meters away.

Yuan Qinghang felt relieved and almost collapsed in the narrow mountain road.

His hands were shaking, his face was covered with dirt and dust, and the wound on his back was bleeding non-stop due to the constant exertion.

But his eyes, under the reflection of the night pearl around him, are as bright as stars.

As long as you find the retreat room, the outside world is just around the corner!

There were many square retreat rooms dotted in front of him, but after a little thought, he hesitated.

Inside, there should be quite a few people from the Immortal Sect who are practicing the Canglong Jue, either making a breakthrough or consolidating their realm.

If he breaks the wall with a "bang" and rushes in, if he happens to startle and drive people into a trance, isn't that a heinous crime, and even kills people?

After thinking about it, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly took out the evil brake disc.

The retreat room couldn't be so coincidentally full, right? There are always a few vacant ones, as long as he can find one that is unoccupied, he will rush in and try to find a way to open it from the inside, then he will be safe.

He placed the compass flat on the ground and carefully aimed at the closest secret room ahead.

After a while, the compass pointer moved slightly, and the blue pointer on the side showing vitality kept jumping.

That's right, there are people in this room, and they are full of vitality. Obviously, the master's cultivation base is strong, at least in the middle and late stages of Golden Core.

Can't go in, have to change room.

He moved the compass and aimed at the location of another retreat room.

There were still people, and the vitality fluctuations in this room became even more chaotic, as if they were about to break through or go berserk.

Yuan Qinghang sighed and changed another place.

…Taking into more than a dozen retreat rooms one by one, they were indeed full, and there were people inside.

Yuan Qinghang shook his head in distress, and changed to a more remote location.

On the compass, the blue yang needle representing vitality has always been beating, but now, the blue needle stopped suddenly.

The red needles began to swing wildly, spinning like leaves falling in the wind, trembling endlessly.

Yuan Qinghang's eyes froze suddenly.

The brake plate for suppressing evil spirits is a peerless spiritual object. During the Grand Competition of the Art School, several great masters donated materials, and several great masters jointly made and polished it. There is absolutely no possibility of making a mistake with the increase bonus.

Why does this retreat room, which is supposed to have people from the Xianzong cultivating in it, show a sign of great danger?

He couldn't find the chance of living, but he even had strong resentment.

This is the stronghold of the Cang Qiong sect, and there are people dead inside, so no one notices?Or, did this person die suddenly? ...

That's right, if someone suddenly went wrong while practicing and was not found out in a short period of time, and was unwilling to reconcile before dying, it might also fill the room with resentment.

It may be a godsend opportunity to rush into this room now and hurry up to leave.

He was about to grit his teeth and go over there, but suddenly he felt a blur in his heart and stopped again.

… Urgently urging the compass, he searched one by one, and searched all the remaining retreat rooms.

Before he knew it, his forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and his heart sank into the cold bottom of the sea.

... not just this one.

Among the dozens of closed rooms, most of them have living people, but there are four rooms full of resentment, and the evil spirit permeates the stone wall, like the essence, it seems to seep out like overwhelming.

If it was a coincidence that someone died in one room, then how could no one notice that there were already four dead people lying there? !

Yuan Qinghang's heart "thumped" and he tried his best to calm himself down.

You can only go out from these closed rooms of the dead.

There is a vague guess in his mind, huge and terrifying, a corner of the truth seems to be just in front of him, showing a cruel face.

He closed his eyes and rested for a while, and without hesitation, dug into the nearest retreat room.

Coming closer, he touched the stone wall embedded in the soil, and sacrificed two powerful talisman seals.

One blasts, one silences.

The fire flashed, and the stone wall in front collapsed. He held his breath and rushed in.

The fragments of spirit stones scattered all over the place are not much worse than those used by Ningduo a few days ago. It is obvious that the previous master was also the master of a sect with a wealth of wealth.

By the wall directly behind, a figure crookedly leaned there, lifeless.

Yuan Qinghang walked forward slowly and raised his head.

Although he had already made preparations, when he saw that face, he couldn't bear to close his eyes.

People you know.

One of the earliest people who practiced Canglong Jue, the master of Baicao Hall, and the great master of medicine cultivation, Yuan Zhitian.

I saw that his face was rosy, his appearance was lifelike, he seemed to be a little younger, but his eyes were staring, as if full of fear and hatred.

From the neck down, the skin all over his body was chapped and dry. The most frightening thing was that there was a big hole in the dantian of his lower abdomen.

The surrounding meridians and blood vessels are all dried up, and the place where the golden core originally existed is empty.

Yuan Qinghang bent down, looked coldly at the wound on his abdomen.

There was no sign of the blood vessels being torn off, and the golden pill didn't seem to be taken off abruptly, but the meridian nodes were slightly broken.

It looks more like the trace left by the golden core burst.

But after the explosion, there will always be fragments of the golden elixir, what about now?

Now not only can't see any fragments, but also can't feel any residual spiritual power of the master.

...Yuan Qinghang sighed slightly, and stretched out his hand to close his unrepentant eyes.

The passage to the outside of the retreat room is sealed.

The person who killed him is about to come out, but there is no evidence.

He stood in front of Yuan Zhitian's body for a long time, turned around, and followed the guidance of Ye Xiezhi's disc again, and found the remaining retreat rooms.

Forced to break open one by one, without exception, all the people inside were already dead corpses.

One of them was indeed the eldest disciple of Lingxiao Palace who made a breakthrough first, and the remaining two, Yuan Qinghang vaguely felt familiar, and only remembered seeing them in the crowd before.

One was an outstanding disciple of a certain art sect, who didn't die in the mist, but died here after all.

But the other person is a not too big or too little Sect Master of the Immortal Sect.Although it can't be called the name, it is already the top level of Dzogchen in the late Jindan period.

But now, in this lonely cave, behind the closed stone wall, no one knows that they have fallen for no reason, and their deaths are miserable.

Standing in the last retreat room, Yuan Qinghang only felt that his body was getting colder and colder.

I don't know if it's because of too much force, the body is continuously losing blood, or because I feel the strong evil spirit when I am beside this resentful corpse.

He gritted his teeth, walked to the exit passage of this retreat room, and listened carefully.

I don't know if it's day or night outside, anyway, the retreat rooms are all on the cliffs, facing the uninhabited valley outside, as quiet as a tomb.

He raised his hand and was about to slap it, but suddenly, the brake disc in his hand moved slightly again.

This time, it was the blue vitality pointer that responded.

Yuan Qinghang was taken aback.

Set up the compass and release the last search talisman. Soon, there was an obvious violent fluctuation of spiritual power in the retreat room in the other direction, frantic and disorderly.

There seems to be a familiar feeling, and there is also a trace of very pleasant grass and trees in the soil.