Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

In the middle of the formation, Mu Qinghui shook his heart and shouted loudly: "All the elders, according to the strategy discussed during the day, go out and fight together!"

Someone hesitated and said: "But... what about the Lingxiao Palace of Jianzong?"

It is strange to say that in such a crisis, nearly half of the staff has disappeared.

Mu Qinghui gritted his teeth and swung his sword: "Because the merchant thief is injured, let's fight first!"

He rushed to the front of the formation and shouted loudly: "Open the formation!"

The Shuzong disciples on duty hurriedly opened the hidden formation eyes, and a group of Immortal Sect members rushed out first.

In the center of the battle group, Ji Banxia struggled for a few moves, but was hit in the side by Shang Yuan's palm. Instead of retreating, he advanced, and blood spurted out of his mouth, sprinkled on the dead bones around him.

Those ghostly white bones had already been smashed to pieces by Shang Yuan, and this mouthful of blood filled with strong blood seeped in, and the evil spirit suddenly became strong, and they regrouped in a moment, rushing forward.

Broken bones, like blades.

Shang Yuan swung his palm away, and the strong wind blew up countless dead bones into the air: "How dare you show off your skills!"

A domineering spiritual force covered the dead bones, and once they were loosened and tightened, those dead bones were like soft wood, and suddenly turned into a piece of powder, floating in the air and falling.

But in the bone cavities of those withered bones, there was a strange dark purple light flashing suddenly, and the crushed powder was mixed with extremely powerful corpse poison at some point!

Shang Yuan was caught off guard, his body was already a little stained, he snorted coldly, stepped forward, and slapped Ji Banxia on the head with his palm.

Ji Banxia swayed, the blood under his feet suddenly appeared, a teleportation array spread out, Shang Yuan's palm wind was everywhere, most of his body was already submerged in it, but he was finally swept by the terrifying palm wind, a mouthful of blood spewed out, and the sound of bones breaking suddenly sounded.

Seeing that he was about to be left on the spot, the teleportation array under his feet suddenly expanded a little bit, covering his limp body in the middle.Qianqian

With flashes of light, Ji Banxia finally escaped and disappeared, but it was Yu Wenhan who shot in time from a distance.

Several sword lights pierced through the air at the same time.

Mu Qinghui and several masters of the Sword Sect were in all directions, desperately trying to kill them.

Shang Yuan's eyes shone brightly: "Good time!"

The familiar green aura suddenly appeared on the top of his head, and a faint golden baby slowly appeared with its eyes closed.

As this weird fantasy appeared, the air pressure around him increased by more than several times than before, forcing the surrounding Xianzong people to stop breathing completely.

There was an uncontrollable panic in everyone's heart: it appeared.Every time such a strange appearance appeared on the top of Shang Yuan's head, it would be accompanied by extremely terrifying combat power, fighting fiercely, and this moment really began!

But the arrow is on the string, and there is no turning back. Several Jindan masters put their hearts on the line and rushed forward: even if it is a wheel battle, the consumption will consume this demon to death!

Blood was flying, and the spiritual power was shaken. After a while, several people suddenly flew out sideways, with broken arms and injured bodies, and blood gushed wildly.

Shang Yuan let out a long laugh, his anger was raging, his palm suddenly reached forward, and he snatched Mu Qinghui's sword empty-handed. With a flick of his finger, the sword as tough as iron was broken inch by inch, and he turned back and stabbed Mu Qinghui's chest.

Mu Qinghui's body was immobilized by the coercion, seeing that the broken sword was only a few inches away from his heart, he couldn't help feeling cold.

Unexpectedly, this precious sword followed him all his life, but in the end it became the murder weapon to kill him.

At this moment, a shocking sword energy flew from a distance, and with the sword light, it pushed away all the broken blades.

Mu Qinghui only felt his body loosen, and the next moment, a soft whip flew out from nowhere, knocking him out.

He staggered and fell in the distance, and when he took a closer look, the one who killed Shang Yuan was a person who had disappeared for a long time.

——The head of the Lingxiao Palace, who has a deep hatred with Shennong Valley and a deep-seated grudge, is named Chen Feng.

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Behind him, sword lights flashed through the air and landed in unison, all of them were the suzerain masters of those big sects who had just disappeared.

The sword light was glowing, and everyone's eyes were bloodshot. They surrounded Shang Yuan and fought desperately.

Now that he has decided to face it head-on, all hesitation and fear will only cause greater and heavy losses. Even if he loses, he has to try and be reconciled!

Shang Yuan was not afraid of rejoicing, and shouted: "Tantai Minghao, Yu Wenli, you two don't need to go up, go and guard Da Zhenzhen, and don't allow anyone to go back. Let one go, and your two families will use one doorman." I will make up for my life!"

Yuan Qinghang lay on the ground in a daze, and finally woke up slightly.

There was a sharp pain in his chest, as if a broken bone was stabbing his chest.

Shuang Jiang was guarding beside him, watching him wake up, and said eagerly: "Young master, are you awake?"

Yuanqing Hangqiang cheered up, took a pill and swallowed it with trembling hands, and beckoned a disciple of the Medicine Sect to come over: "You, come and help me fix my chest."

Although there is a panacea that can quickly heal the wound and induce broken bones, but after all, the injury is serious and additional rescue is needed.

The little disciple came over in a hurry, and under his guidance, helped him fix the ribs. Yuan Qinghang let him fiddle with it, frowning and looking at the battle group ahead.

Not good, although according to the arrangement during the day, the masters of the sword sect took turns to go into battle, retreating with one blow, and the battle damage was treated by the medical repairers in the rear in time, but it was only when they really went to the siege that they discovered that the battle damage was much greater than expected.

"How's the situation?" He asked in a low voice.

Shuang Jiang's eyes were filled with tears: "Guardian Ji was seriously injured and retreated, and Immortal Master Mu Qinghui was also seriously injured. People from Jianzong took turns to fight, but two people have already died in battle."

There was also a trace of unbearable and fear in her beautiful eyes: "By the way... one of them's golden core was forcibly poached by Shang Yuan. Shang Yuan had already had many injuries on his body, and seemed to be starting to weaken. But this golden core shattered." After being absorbed by him, he seems to have taken some tonic medicine, and his combat power has suddenly increased."

Yuan Qinghang's heart sank suddenly.

He stared forward, and in that instant, Shang Yuan's ghostly figure had flashed to the side of a person again, and he slapped down the chest of the master of the Sword Sect.

The next moment, he stretched out his five fingers rapidly, stretched down along the man's chest, stretched and probed, and pulled out a huge black hole in the man's dantian.

The golden light overflowed between his fingers and permeated his whole body. The dim baby above his head suddenly opened his eyes, greedy and ferocious flashed across his expressionless little face.

In the blink of an eye, Shang Yuan's spiritual energy surged a bit higher than before!

Yuan Qinghang felt a throbbing in his heart, gritted his teeth and sat up.

Shuang Jiang was in a hurry: "Young master, what are you doing?! This is how you want to go up?"

Yuan Qinghang shook his head wearily: "No, I have to change the plan... If this continues, I'm really giving him the head."

He panted a few times, then randomly stuffed a few powerful refreshing pills into his mouth, quietly turned over and stood up, sneaking into the surrounding night.

Lines of blood flashed across the ground, quietly outlining layers of thin lines like spider webs.

……

Behind the battle circle, the forest was deep, and Ning Cheng stood in the shadows, motionless.

He neither went up to help Shang Yuan in the battle, nor commanded the disciples of the Cang Qiong Sect to attack anyone.His eyes were shining brightly, looking at the bloody battle ahead, he seemed to have a strange excitement.

But at this moment, in the shadow beside him, a cold light flashed silently.

A black shadow flashed from the bushes behind him, and the Tuling dagger in his hand pierced fiercely at his back with a strong wind.

The sword in Ning Cheng's hand suddenly came out of its sheath, and he faced the cold light with his backhand. The lightning shot out and he let out a mournful sound.

"It's you?" He said lightly, "It was Shang Yuan who killed your father, why don't you go find him?"

Li Qinghong's eyes were bloodshot, and he stabbed repeatedly with the dagger in his hand, which was completely desperate: "You didn't catch me and give him as a hostage, how could my father die?!"

Ning Cheng's sword light flashed, and a sword pierced his arm, blood was everywhere: "You are not my opponent."

Li Qinghong didn't seem to feel the pain, not only did he not retreat, but instead, covered in blood, he rushed to him in the blink of an eye, frantically swiping the dagger: "Really?"

Ning Cheng has a long sword, and it is easier to fight against the other side, but Li Qinghong is so desperate to stick to his body, and the short weapon is even more convenient. As Tu Ling's dagger stabs wildly, Ning Cheng is in a hurry, and he gets hit on the body.

He didn't know what kind of poison was applied to the dagger, but he felt a numbness in the side of his waist, and it was a little inconvenient for him to move, and he was shocked.

Li Qinghong grasped his short delay, and suddenly raised his hand, a cluster of small needles as thin as a cow's hair rushed towards Ning Cheng's face.

He has long been disregarding his own life and death. At such a close distance, Ning Cheng can stab him through his heart at any time. But while taking risks, it also has its own benefits. Ning Cheng is equally difficult to dodge when a poisonous needle is thrown so suddenly.

Ning Cheng was frightened and angry, and the sword in his hand formed a dense net, and twisted the poisonous needles away, but there were so many poisonous needles, some of them pierced through the wind of the sword and pierced towards his face.

At this moment, a scorching sword intent swung swiftly from the side, and flew those poisonous needles that had slipped through the net.

Li Qinghong thought these few needles were sure to hit, he was in ecstasy, when he suddenly saw this change, his heart was full of shock and anger, he turned his head to look, suddenly his body froze, and he stayed where he was.

Holding the "Zhi Yang" in his hand, Shang Lang flew forward, "Don't hurt my master!"

Li Qinghong's body trembled, he didn't know whether it was excitement or anger: "You..."

Shang Lang looked pained, ran to him, struggling to beg: "Brother Hong...my master was also persecuted, he didn't really want to deal with Zhuxian sect."

Holding the dagger in his hand, Li Qinghong shouted sharply: "What do you know? It's fine that you are always so stupid, don't make trouble!"

Shang Lang stood in front of Ning Cheng, stared at him blankly, and said in a low voice, "Brother Hong, come with me."

His handsome face was full of collapse and pain: "Let's get out of here, whatever they want to go crazy, we don't care about it, okay?"

Li Qinghong's face turned pale, and he suddenly stabbed him viciously: "Get out, who wants to go with you?"

Shang Lang remained motionless, and Tu Ling's dagger brushed across his cheek, cutting off a strand of black hair at the temples.

He looked at Li Qinghong in despair: "You despise me too? Everyone in the world says that our Cang Qiong Sect is a demon heretic, so you also want to sever ties with me?..."

Li Qinghong's eyes were blood red, and the Ling Tu Ling dagger in his hand kept trembling, hissed: "Yes. From today on, you and I will make a clean break. Next time you stop me from killing anyone, I will kill you."

After speaking, he swayed and disappeared into the dense forest behind him.

Shang Lang stood still, as if petrified.Behind him, Ning Cheng's voice sounded faintly: "Do you know why he is so crazy?"

Shang Lang turned around in a daze.

"Because when you were in a coma, he came to save you with his own hands, and then he was caught by the Supreme Master." Ning Cheng's voice was faint, but it was filled with great malice like a devil, "Then Mu Guzhu, in order to save his son, Died in the hands of the Supreme Master."

He looked ahead, watching the gimmicks flying in the battle group, Shang Yuan seemed to be crazy, and there seemed to be a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Lang'er, our Sky Sect is indeed an evil heretic, you are quite right."

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In the shadows, Yuan Qinghang was dripping with cold sweat, and blood dripped from his fingertips, dripping at the intersections of those intricate blood lines.

Shuang Jiang followed behind him step by step, sobbing anxiously: "Young master, your energy and blood are already so weak..."

Yuan Qinghang said in a low voice: "It turned out that when discussing countermeasures, I was the one who fought with all my strength."

Shuangjiang cried: "It's not your fault that you can't beat him, Shang Yuan is no longer a human being, he is an evil thing scarier than ghosts."

Yuan Qinghang said: "Some people have already died. If I can't bring back the rest of the elders, what face do I have to meet those silly children who risked their lives to assassinate Shang Yuan with me?"

The branches and leaves of the tree shadows in the distance swayed, and the ghostly aura left by Ji Banxia was still strong all around. In those evil auras, there was a black shadow that was indistinct and lying in the distance.

A pair of pupils shimmered, staring closely at Yuan Qinghang's every move.

Yuan Qinghang devoted himself to arranging the formation, completely unaware of the prying eyes from afar. He looked at the dense blood lines on the ground, shook his palm, and revealed the evil brake disc.

The compass was pressed at the center of the blood net, and a huge spiritual force spread from the pointer in the center, bringing blood to flow from his fingertips, and the ancient golden characters floated up one by one.

The ancient spells he found in the small world are missing and incomplete, but they are still majestic and majestic, carrying the mystery from ancient times.

He stood up, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, calmed down the severe pain in his chest for a while, slowly gathered his strength, and suddenly slapped his palms towards the center of the dense network of blood lines: "Hui!"

The blood lines suddenly lit up, and they were scattered towards the outer circle layer by layer. Suddenly, the black shadow hidden in the shadow stretched out its hand.

There was a gleam in his eyes, and he pressed down with both palms, right in the middle of an important blood line, his spiritual power fluttered, and he saw that the important blood line connecting vertical and horizontal was about to be disconnected from it!