Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

The situation between the two of them was weird, and the people around were all puzzled. Finally, someone shouted loudly: "Senior Shang, what happened? What is this monster from the Demon Sect doing here?"

Mu Anyang glared at Mu Jiarong, and frowned, "What's going on?"

Mu Jiarong said blankly: "I...I don't know."

He looked at Shang Yuan and said, "I'm practicing in a closed room. I'm at a critical moment. I don't know what happened around me. I only know that when he woke up, he..."

He looked at Yuan Qinghang again: "He was pulling me to run out of the door, and after that, Senior Shang chased me out."

With his hands behind his back, Shang Yuan took a deep look at him, "I was patrolling, and I noticed something strange in Mr. Mu's room. I went in and saw that this little devil was trying to do harm, so I came to rescue him."

Mu Jiarong hesitated: "He, he didn't hold me hostage."

Shang Yuan looked cold, shook his head and sighed: "Young Master Mu is really kind and foolish. If I hadn't acted, do you know that you are now a dead corpse like these people?"

Following the voice, he waved his palms, and the wind in his palms hit the retreat room behind him like a hurricane wave.

The rocks flew wildly, and the soil collapsed, as if countless giant thunders hit the mountain at the same time, smashing the gates of several stone rooms at once.

Several corpses rolled out along the rocks.

Surprises were all around, and the first disciple of Baicaotang rushed over, his voice terrified: "Master! Master, you..."

Yuan Zhitian was haggard and lifeless, lying among the rubble.

On the top of a mountain not far away, Yu Wenhan stood on the top of the mountain, and Yu Wenli stood silently behind him.

Several people looked at the corpses, and all of them narrowed their eyes.

Yu Wenhan was startled and dazed, and murmured: "What's going on?! How could so many people die?"

The eyes of the old servant behind him flashed brightly: "It's a good thing to have a look first before talking about it."

Yu Wenli remained silent, there seemed to be no expression on his handsome face, but a pair of phoenix eyes were faintly shining.

The first disciple of Baicao Hall frantically called Yuan Zhitian's pulse, and cried loudly: "Master, he is dead!..."

A Shuzong master also changed his expression greatly, and looked at another corpse, which was in front of his proud disciple Chen corpse.

Shocked and in pain, he pulled out his long sword and aimed at Yuan Qinghang: "You monster, take your life!"

Mu Anyang and Mu Qinghui glanced at each other, both of them looked ugly.

Mu Anyang pulled Mu Jiarong behind him, and his heart jumped wildly. If he came a little later, would he only see Mu Jiarong's body?

Yuan Qinghang looked at Shang Yuan and smiled: "The old man is so powerful, he immediately knew which rooms had dead people in them, did he go in beforehand?"

Everyone was slightly startled.

Shang Yuan looked at him indifferently, as if looking at a dead person: "Xia Chong is indescribable. With my current cultivation, behind this stone gate, where the breath is long and where there is emptiness, it is only a matter of a change of consciousness."

Yuan Qinghang still smiled leisurely: "So you turned your consciousness, instead of checking on the dead, you came straight to Young Master Mu. Why, do you think he will die next?"

Shang Yuan's face became even colder: "Because I sensed the aura of two people in his retreat room!"

Yuan Qinghang wondered: "Huh? Could it be that his teacher is guarding him?"

Shang Yuan was suffocated, and after a while he said again: "Because I know he is stealing, and there will be no one around."

Yuan Qinghang immediately interjected again: "So you knew that he was learning secretly, and neither stopped nor notified his family. Aren't you afraid that no one will learn your demon skills?"

He was quick in thinking, articulate, and pressed every sentence. For a while, Shang Yuan could only answer passively, and suddenly seemed a little weaker.

The eldest disciple of Baicaotang jumped up suddenly, his eyes were red: "Everyone still listens to this little devil messing around? Kill him and avenge my benefactor!"

There was a lot of noise and commotion all around, and the head of the art sect also took a step slowly, and the sword light flowed: "Yes, the demon is sophistrying, so don't listen too much."

Mu Anyang stood on one side, frowning: "Senior Shang, as far as I know, the door of the retreat room is restricted by noble sects to prevent people from disturbing you. How can this little devil get in?"

The master of Shuzong sneered: "He has been personally taught by Ji Banxia, ​​and his skills are against the sky. Is it difficult to open a door?"

Shang Yuan said: "That's not true. There are other ways."

He flicked his sleeves suddenly, and a huge gust of wind hit those dilapidated stone chambers. He struck his palms at the same time, and a flash of lightning shone there.

Under the electric light, behind several stone chambers, a faint hole was exposed, and the soil was fresh.

"The restriction was imposed by me. This little devil couldn't open it at all, and actually dug a dirt path in from behind." He said word by word, "Everyone, you can tell by looking at the dirt on his body."

All eyes fell on Yuan Qinghang.

With a flick of his finger, Mu Anyang sucked a little dirt from Yuan Qinghang's body through the air, and then went to those caves to compare, and his expression finally changed a bit.

"What do you have to say?" He looked at Yuan Qinghang.

Yuan Qinghang's heart sank.

It's really hard to explain what happened.

He touched his nose: "Yes. I came out of the mountainside and just passed by."

There was a lot of croaking all around, and several voices yelled loudly: "It's late at night, you ran to pass by the mountainside where the Cangqiong Sect is practicing?"

Someone even sneered: "Not only passing by, but also struggling to dig a tunnel, which happened to lead to the retreat room of several dead people. What a coincidence."

"Do you really think everyone is a fool? If you want to quibble, you need to find a reasonable excuse!"

Yuan Qinghang looked at Ning Cheng opposite with a wry smile.

"If I said that I came to visit Ning Xiaoxianjun, but I was pierced by Ning Xianchang's sword and trapped in the middle of the mountain, wouldn't it sound more fake?" He sighed.

Ning Duo shuddered and turned to look at him.

"So you these days..."

Yuan Qinghang looked at the bloodshot eyes in his eyes, couldn't bear it after all, and quickly whispered: "It's okay, it's okay, don't you see that I am living well?"

Ning Cheng's face changed, and he said coldly: "It's nonsense, everyone, don't believe him!"

Ning Duo raised his head abruptly and looked at him quietly, the pain in his eyes seemed to overflow.

Mu Qinghui looked at Mu Jiarong's blank expression, and suddenly said: "Everyone, don't be impatient, it's a matter of great human life, and it needs to be sorted out slowly."

He bowed his hands to Shang Yuan, stepped forward to investigate a little bit, inspected several corpses for a while, and said in a deep voice: "The meridians have been cut off, the golden core has been destroyed, and disappeared. As far as I know, there seems to be no magic spell in the Demon Sect. Want to take away the golden core?"

The big disciple of Baicao Hall next to him trembled all over, and looked at Yuan Qinghang with hatred: "Aside from the evil law of the Demon Sect, is there anything else?!"

Yuan Qinghang looked at him with pity: "Your brain is really small."

The disciple was furious, and stabbed out the long sword in his hand: "I will kill you!"

As soon as Jian Guang arrived, a rainbow flashed slightly, and with a "crack", his long sword was broken into several pieces, flew into the air, and fell to the nearby cliff.

Ning Duo's face was indifferent, and he was dressed in white: "Whoever makes a move again will end up with such a sword."

The mountain wind was bleak, and he stood alone in front of Yuan Qinghang, as if blocked by thousands of troops, awe-inspiring and indifferent, like a god of death.

Shang Yuan looked at him from afar, as if looking at someone familiar.

After a while, he sighed leisurely: "After so many years, I have already forgotten that I once had an apprentice who was so obsessed with ghosts and finally fell into the devil's way."

He raised his arm violently, a terrifying huge cyclone gathered, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder: "In this case, it is better to clean up the sect as soon as possible, lest you make a terrible mistake like him."

The thunder ruffled, the strong wind blew up, and the air flow suddenly rose, carrying the momentum of thunder, and attacked the two people on the edge of the cliff together.

This blow seemed to have broken through the limits of everyone's cognition, and a palpitation gripped everyone tightly, and all the grand masters' faces changed slightly.

Is this the strength of Nascent Soul Realm?

None of them are sure to take this blow, and it is difficult to dodge!

There was also a crack of fear on Ning Cheng's face.

The long sword in his hand flashed with a blue rainbow, and he rushed forward: "Duo'er!"

Shang Yuan swung his palm and cut off his sword light: "Get out!"

On the top of the mountain, Ning Duo let out a soft scold, raised his hand, and threw the white jade and black gold fan at Yuan Qinghang, Yuan Qinghang took it and opened it impressively.

The golden light of the Yinghui sword in Ning Duo's hand shone brightly, rushing up to the sky like lightning, and the sword's edge was filled with majestic righteousness;

The fans in Yuan Qinghang's hands were spread all over the sky, and there was a looming Rainbow Slashing Saber Intent between them, showing the fangs that had never been shown.

In Shang Yuan's eyes, there was a trace of real killing intent: "Shall Yinghui join forces with Zhanhong, so what?"

In the cyan cyclone above his head, a small golden baby vaguely appeared, and as the baby opened its eyes, boundless coercion pressed down on the two of them.

The golden light of Yinghui Sword suddenly dimmed a bit, and the bones of the white jade and black gold fan in Yuan Qinghang's hand creaked even more, as if it was about to be torn apart by this coercion.

The cyclone suddenly intensified again, and the two people were in it, their bodies were straight, and they opened their mouths at the same time, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The surrounding mountain peaks were full of people from various sects of immortal sects. Looking at this situation, they were all terrified in their hearts, but for some reason, many young disciples vaguely felt that the righteousness of these two people who resisted Shang Yuan seemed to be More pure.

At this moment, the spiritual power fluctuated in the air, and a figure suddenly flew out from a mountain top, rushing towards Shang Yuan: "Senior Shang, please stop!"

Although the spiritual power was not as terrifying as Shang Yuan's, it was just as majestic. As the air fluctuated, a stagnant formation wrapped around Shang Yuan's cyclone: ​​"This is a big matter, take down this little devil first, and take him into custody." Interrogation is fine too!"

But it was the majestic Yu Wenhan.

Before he finished speaking, another black shadow pounced on the side at the same time, like a lion and a tiger fighting a rabbit, and coldly attacked Yu Wenhan: "The old guy is stupid and stupid, and he even helped the demon sect to escape."

Tantai Minghao didn't know when he flew out from a closed room, and he didn't know how long he had been eavesdropping behind, and forced Yu Wenhan back with a palm: "Senior Shang eradicates the demon, where is your turn to speak?"

Shang Yuan sneered, and the strength of his palm continued to increase, causing the two people in the center of the cyclone to fly their clothes and hair wildly.

Beside, another figure flashed out from the shadows, a dagger flickered and stabbed straight at Shang Yuan.

Although the dagger was weak, it was full of evil spirits, Shang Yuan frowned, looked at the pounced figure from the corner of his eyes, and swung Li Qinghong away with a palm: "Sure enough, the thief who came out of the Demon Sect, Don't the Mu family know you well?"

Li Qinghong turned over and got up, brandished the dagger and went up again, hissing: "If you have the guts, tell him to talk!"

Mu Anyang was terrified, he rushed forward and grabbed him, angry and anxious, he yelled in a low voice: "What are you doing, are you dying!..."

It was not easy to break the relationship with the Mozong, and even hurt the old subordinates with his own hands, but now he takes action to protect the people of the Mozong, is this crazy?

The Ling Tu Ling dagger in Li Qinghong's hand trembled slightly, his eyes were extremely painful: "Father... whoever kills, he will not kill."

He glanced at Mu Jiarong full of hatred, and no longer concealed his anger and malice: "He shouldn't have saved you, you idiot!"

There was chaos all around, Yu Wenhan and Tantai Minghao were fighting together, Mu Anyang grabbed Li Qinghong and prevented him from going forward.

Finally, a young man rushed out from behind the crowd, and eagerly turned over and bowed down: "Grandpa, please! Take down this little devil first, and interrogate the evil sect's conspiracy behind it?"

But it was Shang Lang who had been watching for a long time. His voice was urgent and his eyes were bloodshot: "Junior Brother Ning was confused for a moment. He is the best genius in the sect. How could he be killed just because of this! Ning Wanfeng has done a lot of evil, and you, Grandpa Just abolish his golden core and drive him out of the school!"

The people around slowly echoed: "Yes, don't be in a hurry, right?"

"Xianjun Ning has always been upright and upright, and has a good reputation as a chivalrous man. Give him a chance."

Shang Yuan listened to countless noises, and finally withdrew his strength.

Ning Duo and Yuan Qinghang went limp at the same time, and almost fell to the ground, feeling as if all the bones in their bodies were broken.

Ning Duo made a backhand thrust, and Ying Hui's sword was deeply wedged into the underground stone layer, supporting his crumbling body.

Yuan Qinghang leaned against him in embarrassment, and spat out a mouthful of blood with a smile: "How are you?"

Ning Duo trembled slightly, leaning on Yinghui Sword with all his strength, and said, "Very good."

Shang Yuan looked at Ning Duo, and finally said: "Come here."

Ning Duo looked at him indifferently and remained motionless.

Shang Yuan pointed around again: "Everyone in the world is watching, young people will inevitably make mistakes, as long as you know how to go astray, you will still be a good disciple of my Cangqiong Sect."

Ning Cheng was at the side, calling out in pain, "Duo'er, you come back first...you can do what you want to do when you're alive, and everything disappears when you're dead!"

Ning Duo looked up at him, bowed slightly, with guilt in his eyes, as if making a final farewell: "Master... If I leave, he will die immediately."

Shang Yuan said indifferently: "If you don't leave, he will die as well. The difference now is, one or both."

There was silence all around, and finally a younger disciple made friends with Ning Duo, and he couldn't bear to persuade: "Little Immortal Ning, don't be obsessed with it. He has many lives and killed countless people. You are a good fairy, why bother?" ..."

Ning Duo glanced over there indifferently, but didn't answer.

Yuan Qinghang leaned on his shoulder and suddenly smiled softly.

He turned his head and looked at the handsome face beside him, at the bright blood on his lips.

"Remember when I told you that I always had the same dreams?"

Ning Duo was slightly taken aback: "..."

What Yuan Qinghang said before flashed in my mind, is it a dream?

Feed him poison when he was a child, push him off a cliff when he grew up, and then...

His eyes narrowed suddenly, and boundless shock swept his heart.

"You..." He had just spit out one, when suddenly his eyes blurred and the soles of his feet went limp.

The pill he just swallowed was burning in his stomach, as swiftly and fiercely as waves, and his vision seemed to be a little blurred.

Yuan Qinghang gently stretched his wrist towards the Yinghui sword on the ground, and covered Ning Duo's hand with his cold palm, holding the hilt of the sword.

His voice was almost a whisper, only Ning Duo could hear clearly: "Listen to your master and live well."

The next moment, he raised his hand horizontally, and sent the Ying Hui sword obliquely, piercing Ning Duo's waist beside him.

The blood surged wildly, instantly dyed Ning Duoxue's white clothes red, and flowed to the red clouds at the bottom of the robes, adding a touch of real blood to the red clouds.

There was a huge exclamation all around, and even Shang Lang and Ning Cheng didn't understand why, so they screamed out.

Ning Duo raised his head in a daze, looking at the blurred face in front of him.

Although his face was covered with smoke and dust, mud and blood stains, he still had the familiar picturesque eyebrows and stars in his eyes.

It's just that there is an indescribable nostalgia and reluctance in his expression.

Yuan Qinghang no longer looked at him, but turned his head to look at the crowd, grinning, with a little bit of blood on his white teeth: "Okay, I'll be a supporter before I die, and this trip is worthwhile."

Beside him, Ning Duo was gasping for breath, leaning against the Yinghui Sword, looking at the wound in his stomach: "You..."

Yuan Qinghang cut off his words and smiled: "Yes, you are so stupid."

Ning Duo stared at him blankly, and finally understood: "You lied to me..."

Yuan Qinghang laughed tall, as if proud and arrogant, and a little crazy: "Did you know? I have always been using you!"

Ning Duo stared at him desperately, feeling that the Yinghui sword in his hand was a little bit out of his grasp, and the pain in his eyes became more intense: "No..."

Yuan Qinghang said softly: "I'm sorry. It's doomed."

He whistled again, pressed his fingertips against the hilt of the sword, and the blood flowed towards the blood pact.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ning Duo's sword finally thrust out with his backhand, stabbing heavily into the chest of the person facing him.

Boundless night, icy moonlight.

The mountain wind was bitter, and it blew towards the two teenagers on the edge of the cliff.

Ning Xiaoxianjun, a genius sword cultivator of the Sky School, finally repented at the last moment, and pierced Yuan Qinghang, the young master of the heinous Demon Sect, into the cliff with a sword.