Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Shang Yuan's figure came again, silently catching Li Hongling who had fallen on the ground.

Li Hongling finally woke up from the trance, flicked her fingers wildly, several colorful smokes floated out, and went straight to Shang Yuan's door.

Although Shang Yuan held his breath, the light smoke didn't enter his lungs, and stuck to his skin, leaving a burn mark on his skin.

The scorching marks expanded in an instant, eroding people's skin violently, and in an instant, pain and itching spread on Shang Yuan's exposed back of his hands and neck, as if the water was attacking recklessly.

Shang Yuan hated and was angry, he swung his palm far away, and the strong wind swept by, hitting Li Hongling until blood spewed from his mouth.

He was about to continue to grab Li Hongling, but Ji Banxia and Yu Wenhan had already attacked at the same time.

The two of them clapped together on the ground, and Yu Wenhan's "sleeping formation" threw himself at Shang Yuan's feet, dragging him for a moment, while Ji Banxia called out a huge dead bone, which also drilled out from the ground. He hugged Shang Yuan's legs.

No matter how frantically Shang Yuan beat him, he smashed the skull of the withered bone, but the withered bone didn't feel it, it just dragged him tightly.

Li Hongling braced herself to take advantage of this precious opportunity.Flying into the air, he quickly fled away.

Among the grass and trees, countless poisonous snakes surged out, blocking her whereabouts, and she was finally lost in the distant jungle...

When the incident happened suddenly, everyone in the formation was in a state of turmoil. Mu Jiarong burst into tears and rushed forward. The "Li Zhu" sword in his hand slashed at the invisible barrier in front of him: "Let me out, I want to save my father!  … ..."

Mu Qinghui looked sad and angry, but he didn't lose his mind after all, stepped forward and grabbed him: "Jiarong!"

He looked at Ning Cheng in the distance, with a complicated expression and a vague, unspeakable pleading.

Ning Cheng caught his gaze, lowered his eyelids, and finally stepped forward, and lightly touched Mu Anyang's pulse on the ground.

After a while, he raised his head, looked at Mu Qinghui in the formation, and shook his head lightly.

Li Qinghong, who was held in Yuan Qinghang's arms, stared blankly at his movements, and suddenly let out a roar like a seriously injured little animal.

He struggled to fall to the ground, staggered and rushed up, the Lingtu dagger in his hand trembling, and slashed towards the cold barrier in front of him, crazy but powerless...

Wisps of blood slowly gushed out from his chest and fell to the ground. He didn't seem to notice it. He just stabbed the barrier mechanically, as if he wanted to break through the distance separating Yin and Yang, father and son, but the big formation remained motionless.

His body was suddenly embraced by a pair of powerful but warm arms, and Yuan Qinghang's mournful voice rang in his ears: "Brother Hong...you take a break."

With a light touch of his fingers, Li Qinghong, who was almost insane, was knocked unconscious, he hugged him by the waist, and jumped back into the crowd of Shennong Valley.

Mu Qinghui lost his mind, reached out his hand to catch the blood-stained Li Qinghong, opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound hoarsely.

Outside the big formation, Shang Yuan's face was extremely pale, and a doctor had already stepped forward to help him detoxify and apply medicine.

Yuan Qinghang turned his head, looked at him from a distance, and said coldly: "If I were you, I would hurry up like a mouse, find a quiet place, and slowly force out all the remaining poison."

The use of spiritual power will only make the blood rush, and some powerful poisons can even quickly penetrate into the heart veins and cause death.

Naturally, Shang Yuan also knew this truth. He took a glance at everyone and said slowly: "No hurry, I will wait for you slowly. When I come back next time, I promise that only one person will die like today."

...With a whistling sound, he turned and left with Ning Cheng and all the disciples of the Cang Qiong sect.

The sky is getting brighter, and an orange morning light slowly spreads among the distant mountains.The sun shines brightly, shining in the huge isolation array, but it doesn't seem to bring any warmth.

There were no traces of the enemy outside, so Yuan Qinghang and others went out and came to Mu Anyang.

Mu Qinghui inspected Mu Anyang's aura personally, tears finally dripped from his eyes.

Originally, Shang Yuan's palm was intended to seriously injure Li Hongling, and if he forced her to find the whereabouts of the antidote, it would not kill her with one palm.But Mu Anyang's situation is different from others.

At that time, Li Qinghong's knife in the heart was very dangerous, and he had already hurt the root. Although there were various panacea and miraculous medicines that saved Mu Anyang's life, the root was still very weak.

It was not impossible to gradually recover after recuperating slowly for a period of time, but in the following period of time, there were constant disputes. When fighting with Chen Fengqi in the Chixia Palace, he had already tried his best.

This time, he tried his best to block the palm for Li Hongling, after all, he exhausted all his strength, his heart was broken, but he still had his last breath left.

Yuan Qinghang felt sad, the silver needle in his hand stabbed out tremblingly, and stabbed lightly in the unconscious Mu Anyang's heart.

Mu Anyang trembled slightly, and opened his eyes.

This injection was already a forced stimulation, giving him the last chance to recover.

Mu Jiarong himself is also very skilled in medicine. It can be seen that his father is already at the end of his battle. He was already out of breath from crying. He rushed to his side and firmly grabbed Mu Anyang's hand: "Daddy...don't go. I , I will treat you, and it will definitely be cured..."

Yuan Qinghang backed away silently, tapped Li Qinghong's neck in a coma to wake him up, and gently pushed him to Mu Anyang's side.

Li Qinghong was seriously injured and his body was unstable, he fell and fell beside Mu Anyang, his eyes met each other, tears dripped from his bloodshot eyes.

Mu Anyang braced himself, and grabbed Mu Jiarong's and Li Qinghong's hands one by one.

He tried his best to put on a calm expression, and said softly, "Both of you...don't cry."

He looked at Li Qinghong, his eyes were full of guilt and reluctance, he said in a low voice worriedly: "Daddy found you too late, there is no chance to compensate you more. But you are the elder brother... don't bully the younger brother in the future."

Li Qinghong's thin body trembled like a broken leaf in the autumn wind, tears ran silently.

It took a lot of effort before he let out a hoarse sob from his throat: "Father..."

Since he recognized his relatives, he has always been respectful but distant to Mu Anyang, and he only called him "Father", but this is the first time, like Mu Jiarong, he called him Daddy.

Mu Anyang trembled slightly, a very light smile appeared on his lips.

He panted for a while, then turned his head and looked at Mu Jiarong with difficulty: "You are loved by your mother anyway... Your brother and brother are suffering, and there are no relatives around you. For your father's sake, don't... Get angry with your brother again."

Mu Jiarong was sobbing so hard that he couldn't speak, he just kept shaking his head: "Father, take a rest, don't talk..."

Mu Anyang smiled slightly: "If you don't talk about it, Dad won't have a chance in the future."

He raised his head and looked at Mu Qinghui, who was beside him with a sad expression: "Junior brother... Shennonggu will be entrusted to you in the future, and there are two children, I hope you will find time to take care of them."

Mu Qinghui suppressed the tears in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Brother, don't worry, from now on, I will do my best."

Mu Anyang looked at Yuan Qinghang who was behind the crowd again, his eyes filled with gratitude and pleading: "Master Yuan, thank you for your benevolence and kindness, for being so kind to Hong'er. From now on, in the future..."

Yuan Qinghang felt pity in his heart, understood his intention to ask Gu Gu, and rushed to cut off his words: "Master Mu Gu, in my heart, Brother Hong will always be my younger brother."

Mu Anyang breathed a sigh of relief, the last flashback finally came to an end, and the glimmer in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Exhausting his last strength, he folded Li Qinghong's and Mu Jiarong's hands together and shook them lightly: "You two from now on...be better and take care of each other."

As soon as he let go, he finally quietly closed his eyes.

……

In the Wanren Tomb, under the Broken Soul Cliff.

A miserable wind and bitter rain filled with demon energy.

Bypassing layers of chaotic rocks, ferocious demonic energy floated like seaweed, and a figure in white stood among them, holding a sharp Emei thorn in his hand.

The devilish energy around him flowed slowly, and suddenly, a cold blade rushed out of the devilish energy, stabbing straight at his heart!

The figure in white suddenly jumped up, the Emei thorn in his hand was like a storm, facing the soldier spirit full of malice and violence.

The soldier's spirit is full of fighting spirit, but it is invisible and invisible, entwined with the Emei thorn in his hand, attacking continuously, carrying the fierce and hostile aura of the unknown master before his death.

Ning Duo's face was cold, and the Emei thorn in his hand danced even more urgently. After a long time, the blade soldier soul was finally defeated. With a low cry, he turned around and was about to flee into the black fog of evil energy.

Ning Duo sprang up and chased after him. He threw the Emei thorn in the air, and suddenly pierced into the center of the invisible soldier.

The soldier soul wailed, and was finally forced into the Emei stab.

The Emei thorn circled in the air for a few times, then turned and flew towards Ning Duo, and just as Ning Duo received it, the subdued soldier's spirit suddenly got into trouble and stabbed back at his wrist.

Ning Duo snorted softly, and a streak of bright red blood suddenly appeared on his wrist. He didn't care about it, and spiritual power surged out of his hand, pouring it into the Emei thorn, and coldly suppressed it with his will again.

After a long while, the soldier soul finally died down, obediently remained still, and fell into his hands docilely.

Ning Duo took a few breaths, and casually threw the Emei thorn into a huge storage bag on the ground.

The next moment, he had a long knife in his hand, and blood was surging on it. It was a blood knife that was also famous in the Demon Sect, and it came from a powerful demon cultivator.

With a long knife in his hand, he didn't rest on the spot, and continued to move forward step by step, stepping into the more dense valley of magic energy in front of him.

There was silence, amidst the murderous intent, suddenly blood shot up into the sky, his snow-white clothes were faintly visible in the black demonic energy, and he was caught in another bitter struggle.

After an unknown amount of time, his figure reappeared from the layers of black mist. Although his spine was still straight, his body was stained with more blood after all.

The originally snow-white robe was already dotted with blood, and the three red clouds on the hem seemed to be more poignant and beautiful red flowers blooming.

But the demonic long knife he held tightly in his hand was full of brilliance and demonic aura.

——It is already a brand new weapon with the soul of an ancient soldier attached!

He closed his eyes and leaned against a clump of rocks, and took out the small storage bag he was wearing next to him from his arms.

He reached in with his hand, but was slightly taken aback.When it was stretched out, not only did it find a panacea in its hand, but it also contained an equally round pebble.

The color is transparent and crystal clear, with beautiful red marks on it. It is the one that was found from the underground river here, hidden by Duoduo's side like a treasure, but snatched by him at random.

He silently swallowed the elixir that replenished his strength, and lowered his head to caress the small pebble, with a gentle light in his eyes.

After only a short rest, he stood up again and put the pebbles into his personal storage bag.

Taking a new weapon from the storage bag on the ground, he turned around again and entered the miasma in front of him.

...... The sky gradually changed from bright to dark.In the Wanblad Tomb, in the completely enclosed space, Wanshan is lonely and silent through the ages.

When he came here last time, he was surrounded by crowds, young disciples were laughing and laughing, but this time, he was the only one left.

Even the man with the sly smile and the airy look is not here.

The cold moonlight was the same as it was two years ago, dimly shining on the bottom of Duanhun Cliff, and also shining on the figure who had been fighting below.

It seems that they are not tired at all, and they seem to know that the time will not wait for us. What they are about to face is the most terrifying and powerful enemy in the world.

The moonlight is cold, the edge of the cliff is covered with moss, the white clothes at the bottom of the cliff are bathed in blood, and the weapons in the hands are changed one after another. The fierce and lonely battle never stops.

... I don't know how long it has passed, and how many times the morning and night have turned upside down, and more and more soldier souls have been subdued in the storage bag, and every time Ning Duo makes a move, it becomes more and more fierce and fierce.

Every move is simple and grand, but it has the most direct lethality. Every time it faces the ancient fighting spirit that has been silent for thousands of years at the bottom of the cliff, it becomes more and more easy to handle, looking down on it.

Another sleepless night passed, and the morning light suddenly rose, illuminating the silent Tomb of Thousand Blades.

Ning Duo walked out from the bottom of the cliff step by step, straightened his body, raised the rabbit and fell down, and walked up the mountain wall. Not long after, he had already stood on the Broken Soul Cliff again.

The waves on the opposite side are still the same, and the sound of the water is booming, no different from before. It seems that it has been running like this for thousands of years. I have seen the voices of people once every 12 years, and ushered in the silence of the mountains for the next ten years.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Ning Duo came to the place where Yuan Qinghang had shot him down, and slowly drew out the Yinghui Sword.

As if sensing the skyrocketing cultivation of his master, Ying Huijian let out a joyous cry, extremely excited.

Ning Duo looked at the waterfall, and suddenly he got up, and like last time, he jumped towards Qianzhang Bailian who was facing him.

The difference is that last time he fell in a coma, but this time, the Sword of Repentance in his hand was carrying a thunderbolt as it slammed down towards the water curtain.

Ying Hui's light shakes the five continents, and the thunderbolt splits gold and breaks thousands of cities!

Starting today, the Sword of Yinghui is finally no longer the relic of the gentle fairy Ning Wanfeng back then, but a sword with a sense of autonomy.A completely different style of magic weapon.

From the countless battles at the bottom of the cliff, she has been reborn, colder and more ruthless, but also more affectionate.