Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

At the foot of the mountain, at the end of the mountain path, the moonlight seemed to suddenly become extremely cold.

Ning Duo held the white jade and black gold fan tightly, his fingers trembling to the point of convulsions.

He raised his head, looked at Ning Cheng, and hissed after a while, "Master?...he's still alive, right?"

He didn't ask any more questions, but he was almost desperate, his eyes as calm as autumn water were suddenly bloodshot.

Ning Cheng was silent, looking at the huge fear in his eyes, and slowly said: "If you have already died in my hands, what will happen to you?"

Ning Duo stared at him blankly, then shook his head: "No...no. Master, you can't."

Ning Cheng said coldly: "Of course I will. I have wanted to kill him for a long time."

Ning Duo just kept shaking his head.

Ning Cheng gritted his teeth: "He was spying everywhere in the Cang Qiong Sect, and I met him. Finally, he got rid of the troubles and threw his body under the cliff in the mountain. Otherwise, why couldn't you find any news about him for so many days?"

Ning Duo suddenly staggered back, raised his head and let out a long cry.

The howling sound was no longer clear and clear as usual, but it was dull and desolate, with faint signs of spiritual power running amok.

Immediately afterwards, he opened his mouth, and a mouthful of dark red blood spewed out, falling on the vegetation around him, staining the leaves and branches dark red.

Ning Cheng was startled, rushed up and stretched out his palm: "You have just broken through, so don't think too much, protect your heart and adjust your breath slowly!"

Ning Duo swayed slightly, avoiding his movements, as if avoiding something extremely terrifying.

Ning Cheng's face froze suddenly.

Ning Duo's lips were dripping with blood, and his body was trembling: "Master, I have called you Master since I was a child. You are both a mentor and a father... But if you really regard me as your own, why do you have the heart to treat me like this?"

His voice was broken, and a little bit of blood continued to seep from the corners of his lips: "He is sincere and devoted to his apprentice. In the whole world, there has never been a single person... like him to me."

Ning Cheng looked at his messy breath, gritted his teeth, and his face was very pale: "Stop talking, sit down and adjust your breath!"

Ning Duo shook his head and looked at him blankly: "His goodness and his grievances are unknown to others, but you have always known them. So Master, did you kill him for my own good or for yours? My own personal anger and obsession?"

Ning Cheng's eyes finally showed a trace of madness: "People's hearts are unpredictable. Don't you know how your uncle died? Don't be as obsessed as he is!"

Ning Duo had a pale smile on his jade-like face: "I've already regretted it, regretted why I didn't betray this filthy fairyland like my uncle!"

With a wave of Yinghui Sword in his hand, golden brilliance shot up into the sky, and great grief and indignation filled it.

The sword light was fierce, and a vortex of emptiness was rolled up. The surrounding giant trees and tall grass fell down in an instant, and were twisted into the sword light, and shattered into bits of powder.

Ying Hui's sword slashed heavily, creating a bottomless crack between Ning Duo and Ning Cheng, winding and stretching to the distant mountains.

"Master, this is the last time I will call you that." Ning Duo's handsome face was as lifeless as a statue, "From now on, there will be no more..."

Before he finished speaking, a beautiful firework suddenly flashed across the dark night sky on the top of Qianzhong Mountain in the distance.

The tail is long, meandering straight to the sky, willful and flamboyant. After the explosion, sporadic fires scattered in the night sky, which lasted for a long time.

Ning Duo raised his head impressively, looking at the light.

……

On the edge of the cliff in the back mountain, Yuan Qinghang held Mu Jiarong by hand, feeling the weight of his body like a huge boulder pressing on the top, and only felt that his bones seemed to be shaking slightly.

He turned his head slowly, smiled and looked at Shang Yuan who was standing quietly not far away.

Mu Jiarong looked ignorant, and finally woke up from the stupor, and looked at Yuan Qinghang beside him in amazement: "You, you..."

Yuan Qinghang panted a few times, and said to him softly: "Don't say anything, just listen."

Mu Jiarong was about to speak, but his palm was touched by something, and a soft plant vine got into his palm.

The two of them were surrounded by wild grasses and green plants in the mountains, and it seemed that there was nothing unusual about a vine touching them by chance.

But Mu Jiarong had been dealing with flowers and plants since he was a child, his heart moved, he stopped talking, and held the vine in his palm.

A slight tremor came from the branches and leaves, and the surrounding sounds seemed to be absorbed in it.

Shang Yuan stared at the two with his hands behind his back, and finally spoke, but turned to Mu Jiarong: "Young Master Mu, come here."

Mu Jiarong hesitated for a moment, but Yuan Qinghang next to him seized his veins: "He can't pass, if he passes, he will die in your hands just like me."

Mu Jiarong trembled.

Knowing that he shouldn't believe the nonsense of the young master of the Demon Sect, but looking at Shang Yuan's vaguely strange face, he really didn't dare to step forward.

The skin on Shang Yuan's face seemed to be a little less tender and smooth than what he saw a while ago, as if the skin of a baby had become a little rough, and even the acne marks that young people would grow appeared.

Shang Yuan said indifferently: "If he dies, he will also die under your hands. Demon sect monsters have long been infiltrated into the Immortal Sect Conference, waiting for someone to retreat and practice, and then wait for the opportunity to make a move."

He pointed to Mu Jiarong: "The young master of the Mu family is rushing through the pass. You sneaked in and shattered his golden core, and destroyed his internal organs. You were about to leave when I bumped into you, so you killed him."

Mu Jiarong listened blankly, feeling even colder in his heart.

He was clearly alive, but Shang Yuan's eloquent account seemed like he was describing his death afterwards.

Yuan Qinghang smiled and said: "The old man has a good plan. It's a pity that he is still alive now."

Shang Yuan said indifferently: "Isn't it held hostage by you? So next, you will definitely kill the hostages."

Yuan Qinghang shook his head: "It's not good for you to talk to yourself like this."

He raised his chin and pointed to the sporadic retreat rooms behind Shang Yuan: "There are so many people, but not everyone is insane. Someone is always in between retreats. Guess, is anyone listening through the wall right now?"

He said leisurely: "One, or two? In case there are several, old man, are you sure you can find them one by one?"

The blood on his face was mixed with mud and dust, and he couldn't see the original picturesque features in a state of embarrassment, but his eyes were as bright as morning stars, reflecting the cold stars in the sky: "If you can't find them, why don't you just kill them all?" , and then plant it all on my head?"

The coercion on Shang Yuan's body increased little by little. On the top of the cliff, there seemed to be a vacuum, and everything in it was oppressed and unable to breathe.

He looked at Yuan Qinghang from a distance, thoughtful: "Yuan Zuoyi is really a centipede that dies but doesn't stiffen, even the little veins left behind are so powerful at such a young age."

Yuan Qinghang was straight, resisting the sweet smell in his throat, and said with a smile: "Evil is overwhelming, and I am upright and honest, so I am naturally stronger."

Mu Jiarong gave him a strange look.

I don't know if I said it too righteously, but he is a young master of the Demon Sect, with a notorious reputation, so bragging about himself brazenly doesn't seem to be out of line.

Shang Yuan said in a harmonious voice: "It's a pity that even if you are as powerful as your uncle, you will still die. The law of heaven is clear, to eradicate evil and rape, you are like him, and death by my hands is also a good fortune for your family."

Yuan Qinghang rolled his big eyes, "My uncle is a genius, how can anyone kill him? Wasn't he stabbed by Ning Wanfeng's sword first, and then dragged his body to fight against so many of you, so he was outnumbered Is it?"

Shang Yuan said indifferently: "That's why the law of heaven forbids all people to betray their relatives."

Yuan Qinghang smiled and said: "If you can't beat them, let's fight together. The masters are really powerful and powerful!"

Shang Yuan took a step slowly, his expression remained unchanged, and when he raised his palm, it was as red as blood: "You..."

Yuan Qinghang shouted: "Wait!"

Shang Yuan's palm paused slightly, and a terrifying spiritual force could not be released: "What are the last words?"

Yuan Qinghang pointed to the sparkling fireworks in the sky: "This is the cloud-piercing bomb unique to your Cangqiong faction, it is used for emergency warning. I heard that in the fog formation, Mr. Shang used it to find a lot of bullets." People. There is only such a small one beside me."

Shang Yuan looked at the sky indifferently: "Oh?"

Yuan Qinghang said: "Then guess, how many people from the Cangqiong Sect will come in a hurry?"

He pointed to the retreat rooms behind him again: "As long as there is one person listening, you can guess again, will they find it strange, why do you have to kill me before people come?"

……

Just at this moment, voices gradually came from the distant mountain road, and the dots of torches became bigger and bigger.

And above the valley of Qianzhong Mountain, there are also several bright sword lights coming through the sky.

The great masters with higher cultivation bases and able to break through the restrictions in the mountains of the Cang Qiong Sect are rushing over with their swords.

Yuan Qinghang glanced at the sharp sword lights from the corner of his eyes, and suddenly his heart trembled.

The one at the front is a sharp golden streak, piercing through the clouds and piercing the sky, galloping towards it with the intent of endless thunder.

There was a surge of enthusiasm in his heart, and finally he couldn't help it anymore, a ray of red flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Mu Jiarong exclaimed, frantically trying to take out the pill, but Yuan Qinghang secretly tapped his palm, and the vine moved and stuck to Mu Jiarong's wrist.

Yuan Qinghang suddenly raised his voice and let out a melodious whistle.

Shang Yuan looked at him indifferently: "Calling for my good disciple? It's fine if he comes, I'd like to see what he will do for you."

There was a strange pity in his eyes, and it seemed to be a slight sarcasm: "Or can I end up with the golden core broken and betrayed the teacher like my evil disciple?"

Yuan Qinghang's body froze suddenly.

His bright eyes dimmed slightly, and he looked at the cliff below his feet, as if he was lost in thought for a moment.

Then, he said lightly: "No. Ning Wanfeng walked the wrong path, stepped into the trap, he shouldn't repeat the same mistakes."

Several sword lights finally arrived in an instant. The person in the front was dressed in white, but there were already bloodstains on it, and the black hair was slightly messy by the strong mountain wind.

Ying Huijian blew lightly, put it away from under his feet, and obediently returned to his wrist.

Yuan Qinghang's eyes fell on the blood on his lips, and he felt a pain in his heart, and said softly: "What's wrong with you?"

Ning Duo stepped forward step by step, the bloodshot eyes were clearly visible under the moonlight.

His eyes were deep and focused, without blinking, but his voice was as calm as ever: "I'm fine, how about you?"

Yuan Qinghang smiled slightly: "It's very good, it can't be better."

"me too."

The corners of their mouths were bleeding, Ning Duo was still handsome, but Yuan Qinghang's body was covered in muddy dirt, and his face was covered with dirt and blood, like a ghost who had just crawled out of the dead.

But staring at each other, saying these simple words, knowing that there is a storm ahead, and powerful enemies are looking around, but they only feel peaceful and sweet, like a young couple reunited after a long absence.

Behind Ning Duo, Ning Cheng looked at Yuan Qinghang in shock: "You..."

Yuan Qinghang's eyes finally turned to him, and he grinned at him, his white teeth gleaming in the dirt all over his face: "Ning Xianchang, I'm still not dead, is it unexpected?"

Ning Cheng's face was livid and he didn't say a word.

Yuan Qinghang sighed: "But I still have to thank you for not killing me."

The great masters who kept coming from Yujian arrived and landed on the nearby hills one after another. Chen Feng stood coldly on the side of the hill, while Mu Anyang and Mu Qinghui landed side by side. When they saw Mu Jiarong, their expressions changed drastically.

"Jiarong!..."

Yuan Qinghang gently pushed on Mu Jiarong's arm: "Go."

Mu Jiarong staggered a few steps and ran towards Mu Anyang involuntarily. When he turned around again, Yuan Qinghang had already distanced himself from him.

Standing beside Ning Duo, he waved at Mu Jiarong from a distance in the night: "Don't practice this damn thing anymore, haste makes waste, and listen to the elders."

After thinking for a while, he said sincerely: "Dr. Hong's life is hard, he is most sensitive and angry, hard-spoken and soft-hearted. As long as you treat him sincerely and say something soft, he will return the same and will not disappoint you. "

On the mountain road in the distance, Li Qinghong's lonely figure stood in the bushes, and suddenly he firmly grasped the thorns around him.

Countless hard barbs pierced into his palm, dripping with blood, he rubbed it painfully, making those barbs go deeper into the flesh and blood.

Mu Jiarong stood beside his father and uncle, the fear in his heart finally subsided,

But he listened blankly, feeling a little uneasy.

Why do you listen to this, but it seems to be explaining something?

Ning Duo stood side by side with him, turned his head, seemed to have sensed something, and said softly, "What are you doing?"

Yuan Qinghang reached out to take his white jade and black gold fan from him, and stared up at him.

He smiled softly, with strange meanings in his eyes, and said in a very low voice: "Xiao Qijun, did you promise to listen to me in everything?"

Ning Duojun's face was indifferent, but his eyes were equally gentle: "Yes."

Yuan Qinghang showed a blood-red pill with his fingertips, and suddenly covered his mouth: "Where's the poison?..."

This happened suddenly, Ning Duo was unprepared, and the pill had already been taken into his mouth.

He moved the tip of his tongue slightly to block the pill, and stared at Yuan Qinghang with a pair of eyes, but he did not swallow it.

There was commotion all around, Shang Yuan frowned, and Ning Cheng yelled out in horror: "Duo'er, don't swallow it, spit it out!"

Yuan Qinghang looked into Ning Duo's eyes, as if he wanted to look into his heart: "Swallow it, trust me."

A strong wind rose suddenly on the top of the mountain, blowing the clothes of the two people by the cliff, as if they could fall off the cliff at any time. The people around didn't know what happened here just now, but felt that the situation was inexplicable and strange, and they all fell silent.

Ning Duo's eyes were bloodshot, and he finally said in a low voice, "I really... can I trust you?"

Yuan Qinghang forced his eyes not to hide, and said in a low voice: "Yes."

Ning Duo nodded.

He raised his eyes and looked at Ning Cheng's anxious and frightened eyes, his Adam's apple twitched.

The pill fell and swallowed in the stomach.