Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Yuan Qinghang hesitated for a while.

He has dealt with the Mu family a lot, even made a big fuss in Shennong Valley, and destroyed many spiritual plants cherished by Mu Qinghui, so he is familiar with the Mu family's practice.

This kind of spiritual power fluctuation mixed with the scent of grass and trees should be the characteristic of soaking in medicinal herbs since childhood.

Who is in that closed room? ...

It shouldn't be Mu Anyang, he was seriously injured by Li Qinghong and has not recovered, he has been recuperating;

Nor would it be Mu Qinghui.That person has always been mild-tempered and doesn't like to compete for fame and fortune.

It wouldn't be Li Qinghong, he didn't have the innate aura of vegetation in Shennonggu.

That left only one person.

Mu Jiarong.

He wanted to leave quickly, but after struggling for a moment, he still sighed softly.

He turned around and dug towards the retreat room not far from the next door.

Finally, he got close to it out of breath, and put his hands on the stone wall. Sure enough, a more obvious vegetation smell penetrated.

Yuan Qinghang's hand trembled slightly, but he still gritted his teeth and raised his hand.

Biting his middle finger, a stream of blood flowed rapidly, seeping into the narrow mountain path under his feet.

It takes a lot of blood to activate the teleportation formation. He is already weak now, and he dares to use it unless it is absolutely necessary, but now, he doesn't care about so much.

With a flash of blood, his figure instantly pierced through the thick stone wall and appeared in the opposite stone room.

In the middle of the room, Mu Jiarong's handsome and delicate face was pale, the strands of black hair on his forehead were already wet with sweat, and the emerald green clothes on his body were completely soaked.

Yuan Qinghang was angry and impatient, this little poor boy, with the love and attention he received, if he formally broke through to practice, he would definitely not be without a teacher to take care of him.

Now he is the only one in danger here, he must be hiding it from his father and uncle Mu Qinghui!

Just as he was about to rush forward to help him sort out his spiritual veins, suddenly, an inexplicable palpitation came from his heart.

It was silent, yet massive and mighty, piercing through the rock and soil from all directions, like a terrifying huge existence, striking hard in his heart.

Yuan Qinghang took a step back, his face suddenly turned pale.

He has only encountered this terrible coercion once in his life—the night when Shang Yuan left the customs, that sudden spiritual shock!

Now that he is sober, he will be shocked by the sudden coercion. What about the people who are meditating here?

Sure enough, Mu Jiarong in front of him opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood. The spiritual power fluctuations in his body became more violent and frantic, obviously disturbed by the sudden coercion.

But the coercion outside is slowly approaching.

Like a ferocious and evil prehistoric beast, with a bloody mouth, it is examining the poor prey displayed in front of its eyes, and may bite it down at any time.

A boundless sense of crisis came to mind, and Yuan Qinghang felt his hair stand on end, and dared not make any more moves.

With all his strength, he hid his body in a corner of the retreat room, and immediately drew a hiding formation.

The phantom flickered, and his figure gradually became transparent.

The room was silent, Mu Jiarong's body was trembling, and the quiet and terrifying atmosphere outside was lingering.

Slowly, it finally approached here.

Yuan Qinghang's heart beat wildly, he quietly stretched out his hand, and waved at Mu Jiarong.

The weak cover blocked part of Mu Jiarong's spiritual power from running amok, and it seemed that he had regained his stability.

The coercion outside stopped behind the door for a while, and finally receded slowly.

Yuan Qinghang let out a long sigh of relief.

A drop of sweat dripped from between his brows and landed on the tip of his nose.

He was about to raise his hand to wipe it, when suddenly, there was a flower in front of his eyes.

The closed heavy stone door of the retreat room exploded silently from the outside. The loud sound that should have been made seemed to be completely absorbed by something. Only stone chips could be seen flying like snow, but no sound could be heard.

A tall figure slowly stepped in through the gap.

The melting and icy moonlight is blue and white, reflecting on the face of the coming person.

Shang Yuan, who hadn't seen him for many days, had a slight change in his face. The skin that was originally as tender as a baby seemed to have aged a little, showing some kind of rapid decline...

At the foot of Qianzhong Mountain, the vegetation is deep.

A group of Cangqiong Sect disciples were patrolling along the mountain path, and they met a group of Shuzong disciples head-on.

The leading young man was tall and tall, gentle and elegant. Seeing them, he smiled and nodded: "You little immortals have worked hard. I don't know if the hunt will make progress?"

A major disciple of the Cang Qiong Sect hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Mr. Yuwen is good, there is no news yet."

A young disciple next to him spoke bluntly: "The monsters of the Demon Sect are good at using poison and concealment. This mountain stretches for thousands of miles. If they escape here, we will look for it again. Isn't it useless?"

Yu Wenli said gently: "Since the young master of the Demon Sect came here, he must have a major plan, and he will not leave just because he met me face-to-face. In all likelihood, he is still here, and you have to work hard to pay attention."

Several Cangqiong Sect disciples nodded repeatedly: "Young Master Yuwen reminded you right."

Yu Wenli led a group of people through the mountain road, and the lame attendant behind him whispered: "Master Li, the old man seems to dislike your participation in this matter."

Yu Wenli said indifferently: "I am participating in the encirclement and suppression of the Demon Sect on behalf of the Yuwen family. Every family has sent people, so it is not easy for us to stand by and watch."

Just as he was talking, he suddenly felt something and suddenly raised his head.

At the end of the mountain road, there was a person standing quietly.

His white clothes fluttered and his face was as cold as ice.

One of his slender and fair hands was holding the sword hilt by his side. He didn't move at all, but stood firm, as if he had merged with the sword.

Yu Wenli shrank his pupils, his eyes were guarded, but there was still a gentle smile on his face: "Ning Xianjun?"

Ning Duo came forward slowly and stood in front of him.

"Master Yuwen, I have something to ask."

Yu Wenli smiled: "But it's okay to ask."

Ning Duo's eyes were gloomy, but he was cold and calm: "You said you met Yuan Qinghang a few days ago, can you tell me about the situation at that time?"

Yu Wenli said in a harmonious voice: "I went out by chance and ran into him in a field. He is practicing evil methods..."

Ning Duo cut him off: "What evil? Have you ever really seen it clearly?"

The smile on Yu Wenli's face faded a bit: "Ning Xianjun, everyone knows that you have a deep friendship with the young master of the Demon Sect, and you have always supported him. So no one cares whether you believe it or not. "

Ning Duo stared at him colder and sharper.

"Young Master Yuwen, in the Wanren Tomb, you and I also drank together late at night, and had a brief heart-to-heart talk." He said solemnly, "I think that Yuwen's family is upright, and that Young Master Yuwen has always had a good reputation, so he should be a person with a bottom line. .”

Yu Wenli said lightly: "Thank you for the affirmation."

Ning Duo said: "But now, I am very disappointed."

Yu Wenli didn't answer.

Ning Duo said word by word: "You and I both know what happened in our hearts, we know what kind of person he is, and we both know that he will never perform any sorcery - you are blatantly slandering and lying."

Yu Wenli waved his hand.

The disciples behind him immediately retreated and disappeared into the distance of the mountain road.

Only then did Yu Wenli smile, and his beautiful phoenix eyes finally put away his gentle smile: "I thought I could be friends with him, but it's a pity that he is too aggressive."

Ning Duo shook his head: "It was you who killed the man first, and then blamed him. He just proved his innocence, but you are resentful because of it."

He said: "In your heart, you can feel sorry for others, but others can't fight back, right?"

Yu Wenli quietly put his palms behind his back, gently picked up a few talisman seals, burning faintly, but his face remained calm: "Many things in this world do not make sense at all. When encountering injustice, or just swallow it , or fight back."

His voice is still gentle: "I just want to protect myself."

Ning Duo finally looked at him with complete disappointment.

Suddenly he drew his sword.

The sky was full of brilliant light descending on the night sky like a golden thunderbolt, stabbing towards Yu Wenli's face door.

Yu Wenli was terrified, he retreated quickly, and the flaming talisman struck out from the air, wrapping around Ning Duo's sword.

Ning Duo's face was as frosty, and the rainbow light on the edge of his sword soared, cutting off Yu Wenli's flying talismans with a single blow.

The next moment, the tip of his sword was like a cold star, hitting Yu Wenli's throat.

A drop of blood slowly seeped out, Yu Wenli lowered his eyes to look at the sword light in his throat, his face turned pale.

"Ning Xianjun's progress in cultivation is really fast." His eyes flickered, "Is Canglong Jue really so heaven-defying?"

Ning Duo said, "You can try it too."

Yu Wenli's neck was stiff and he didn't dare to turn, but he smiled slightly: "I heard that this mentality is weird, Ning Xianjun must be careful when practicing, so as not to cause any terrible accidents."

Ning Duo slowly moved the point of the sword forward.

Yu Wenli couldn't hold back the gentle smile on his face anymore, took a step back tremblingly, and forced a smile: "Why, Ning Xianjun wants to kill people on the territory of the family?"

Ning Duo said slowly: "If you want to fight against him, you can. But you must be upright and speak with strength. If you ask me to hear you slander him in the future, I will never bear it again."

Yu Wenli said: "Oh, what about Ning Xianjun?"

There was a strange sarcasm in his eyes: "Do you want to fight against the hundred sects of Xianzong for him, and then kill all those who slandered and wronged him behind the scenes?"

Ning Duo raised the blade of the sword in his hand, and the graceful brilliance swept across his cheeks like a breeze.

"Others are deceived, I can't care so much." He took back the sword leisurely, lowered his head and blew off a few drops of blood on the sword, "But you are the initiator, and even more the source."

He looked at Yu Wenli coldly: "The next time I hear you spreading rumors and causing trouble, I should regret that the sword will not return without blood."

……

Watching Yu Wenli's figure leave, he stood quietly and turned around after a while.

At his feet, the little dream-making beast slipped out at some point, and followed him step by step.

Ning Duo looked down at it and stretched out his arms.

Duoduo immediately jumped into his arms familiarly, and curled up quietly in his arms.

Ning Duo walked forward silently, staring ahead, and said in a low voice after a while: "Duoduo, do you miss him?"

Duoduo let out a "squeak", his little head drooped limply, rubbing against his wrist non-stop.

On the pair of bracelets, there was a familiar aura left by the little master.

Ning Duo's voice became hoarse: "Sister Shuangjiang and I... have been looking for it for a long time."

Duoduo let out another mournful cry, looked around uneasily, and his eyes were a little dazed.

"I've searched all over the Thousand Mountains...and there's no trace of him anywhere." Ning Duo said, with a hint of despair in his voice, "It's been fifteen days, tell me, something really happened to him ?”

At the end of the mountain road, a figure stood there straight.

Ning Duo looked up and was startled.

"Master?"

Ning Cheng's face was livid, as if he was gnashing his teeth a bit: "Are you crazy enough?"

Ning Duo remained silent.

"All the decent sects of Xianzong are watching, looking at the best sword cultivator genius of the Cangqiong Sect, looking for a demon cultivator like crazy every day!" Ning Duo said bitterly, "Others are chasing, you want to get ahead Save him, really pretending that no one else can see it?"

Ning Duo lowered his eyes faintly: "I just want them to watch. Whoever dares to really chase him will be against my Yinggui Sword."

Ning Cheng was furious: "What do you want? Could it be that someone caught him and you are going to take revenge?!"

Ning Duo said nothing.

Ning Cheng shouted: "Even if you want to find someone, you can't go day and night. It's so late, why don't you go back with me!"

Ning Duo slowly stepped up, followed behind him, and walked towards Chixia Hall.

Duoduo lay in his arms, suddenly stood up a small body, and looked at Ning Cheng who was beside him uneasily.

Ning Duo was slightly startled.

His eyes fell on Duoduo's face, and he frowned slightly.

Duoduo was even more excited, twisting around, as if he wanted to pounce on Ning Cheng.

Ning Duo's eyes fell on the storage bag at Ning Cheng's waist, and his heart beat suddenly.

Duoduo's small black eyes just stared there.

His hands trembled slightly, and suddenly, when Ning Cheng turned the corner of the mountain road, the Yinghui sword in his hand jumped out of the scabbard lightly, and swiped towards Ning Cheng's waist.

The sword light was sharp, and his movements were fast and urgent. The silk ribbon around Ning Cheng's waist immediately fell apart, and the storage bag was cut by the sword.

Ning Duo hurried forward, trembling unnaturally: "Master, forgive me, I was careless..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes were frozen.

The slender fingers he was pressing on the hilt were trembling uncontrollably.

Among the things scattered on the ground, a white jade black gold fan stood out.

……

In the cave, Yuan Qinghang hid in the hiding place in the corner, biting his teeth tightly.

Just a few feet away, Shang Yuan was standing in front of Mu Jiarong, his eyes gleaming, strange and quiet.

Although Mu Jiarong couldn't wake up from the inner vision of breaking through the level, he seemed to feel the extremely dangerous breath, his eyelids were throbbing wildly, and the fine sweat on his forehead had condensed into bean-sized beads of sweat.

Shang Yuan stared at him, slowly raised his arm, and put it on Mu Jiarong's vest.

Yuan Qinghang's heart began to beat wildly.

The pained look on Mu Jiarong's face seemed to fade a little.The fluctuation of the spiritual power under the lower abdomen was even more violent, and the spiritual power of the whole body seemed to be forcibly guided by Shang Yuan, returning to the golden core.

Shang Yuan stared at Mu Jiarong's young face.

But on his face, there are two completely opposite feelings of old and delicate, terrifying and inconsistent.

And his hand finally slowly reached down towards Mu Jiarong's lower abdomen, and he lifted it suddenly!

Suddenly, something happened in the corner.

A puff of poisonous smoke filled the entire stone room with a pungent smell. In the mist, a thin and vigorous figure jumped out. With a wave of his hand, a few golden rays pierced into the back of Mu Jiarong's neck.

"Wake up!..."

Mu Jiarong snorted violently, opened his tightly closed eyes, and stared blankly at the front of him, his eyes were full of red threads, obviously still in confusion.

Yuan Qinghang grabbed his arm, pulled him staggering forward, and crazily rushed towards the broken stone gate.

He raised his hands at the same time, exhausted all his strength, and shot a few sharp lights into the dark night outside.

In the night sky of Qianzhong Mountain, a dazzling brilliance suddenly lit up.