Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Shang Yuan didn't expect that Shang Lang would attack him at all, this shock was far worse than the one just now.The red worm in front of him buzzed and immediately attached to his body.

The poisonous insect didn't know the mystery, Shang Yuan's skin was already as hard as a stone, but it was still able to penetrate, sucking blood and biting.

Shang Yuan raised his hand abruptly, and slapped himself hard. Those poisonous insects died immediately one by one, but their mouthparts were still deeply pierced into his skin like a tarsus.

Shang Yuan flicked his skin violently, countless thin blood mist sprayed out from his body, and finally fell with those insect corpses.

There was silence all around, and the Shang Lang who had sprinkled the poisonous insects had already taken advantage of the chaos and ran away. Shang Yuan shook his body, only to feel that his eyes became scarlet, and everything in his sight made people anxious and dazed.

In the usually keen spiritual sense, there seemed to be more noises amplified. There were faint gasps, slightly moving footsteps, rustling of locust tree leaves, and even the rustling of dying poisonous insects all around. can be heard.

He stood there silently, feeling something was wrong in his heart.

Is it because he just crushed the golden core of the five masters and plundered too much, so that he nourished the spiritual consciousness too much and had a short-term hallucination?

... Otherwise, where are the two Shang Lang?They all seemed to be completely flawless and flawless in appearance.

No, if this continues, there must be something out of control.

He slowly moved to the side of the cemetery, suddenly his dantian sank, and he shouted sharply: "Ning Cheng?"

No one answered in the cemetery, and Shang Yuan was about to call again, when suddenly, a soft voice sounded from behind him: "Master, keep quiet."

Holding a long sword in his hand, Ning Cheng stood quietly under a row of tombstones, his eyes dim: "Master, don't reveal your location, lest they plan against you."

Shang Yuan nodded.Even if you don't take these people seriously, the pervasive harassment like mosquitoes and flies is enough to upset people.

He shook his head slowly, only to feel that his eyes were scarlet, and suddenly asked: "Why is there a red mist everywhere?"

Ning Cheng seemed taken aback: "No, Master. The sky is clear and bright."

Shang Yuan was taken aback, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and his heart sank.

Ning Cheng suddenly said: "Master, come with me."

His flying figure led the way, and walked straight to the corner of the cemetery: "I'll take you to take a rest, don't rush for a while."

Shang Yuan only felt that his breathing became more and more depressed, and he knew in his heart that something was wrong, so he followed closely behind him.

Passing through rows of tombstones, in the corner of the cemetery, a lonely cabin stands quietly.

Ning Cheng opened the wooden door in front and said respectfully, "This is the place where the disciples on duty in the cemetery used to rest at night."

Shang Yuan stepped in gloomyly.

In the small wooden house, it was a shabby place, and a bloodstain on the ground jumped into sight.

Shang Yuan frowned, in the red field of vision, he only felt that the bloodstain was particularly glaring: "What is this?"

Ning Cheng didn't seem to care, and said indifferently: "Oh, a few years ago in the Grand Competition of the Shuzong, a startled corpse somehow ran out, disturbing the disciples of the Xianzong, and killing countless people."

Shang Yuan's eyes darkened: "After I left the customs, why didn't I hear about it?"

Ning Cheng said: "It's a trivial matter, it's not worth alarming the master. By the way, the startled corpse was a master of Jindan before his death, and his resentment remained unchanged after his death. At that time, Duo'er suspected that he used the moves of our Cangqiong sect."

Shang Yuan was shocked and looked up at him: "What?"

Ning Cheng said: "Duo'er came here late at night to visit the grave and wanted to find out who it was. But he couldn't find it, and instead found the corpse of the disciple guarding the tomb here."

The tip of his sword lightly pointed at the old blood on the ground: "I don't know who, in order to silence this little disciple, killed this little disciple."

Shang Yuan remained silent, and a strange coercion seemed to slowly radiate from his body.

He said slowly: "Then what do you think... who is that startled corpse?"

Ning Cheng seemed a little dazed: "Maybe he is one of the past generations of the Cangqiong Sect?"

Shang Yuan lowered his eyes and didn't make a sound. Suddenly, the green aura rose slowly above his head, and a little Nascent Soul appeared in it, half of his face was gray and black, and the other half was light gold.

The light gold and gray-black are constantly changing, making the phantom of the Nascent Soul look like a ghost, without the appearance of a fairy, but it looks like a demon will become a demon.

Ning Cheng looked at Shang Yuan who was meditating with his eyes closed, his eyes were strange.

He quietly approached the window and made a silent gesture to the outside.A moment later, a black puppet bird flew up silently from the tombstone in the distance.

……

Yuan Qinghang crouched down, hid behind a tree a few miles away, and was about to continue to arrange for the teenagers around him, when suddenly, he felt a palpitation in his heart.

A group of teenagers around him were also terrified at the same time, shrinking their necks: "What, what?..."

Yuan Qinghang stared at the distance, his eyes fell on the trembling tombstones, and suddenly he shouted softly: "Quick, the injured ones smeared all over their bodies!"

Everyone had already obeyed his advice, without asking the reason, one by one started to fight, and someone shouted urgently: "I'm not injured, what should I do?"

Yuan Qinghang grabbed him and roughly covered his face with the blood on his body to smear him: "Unity and friendship, help each other!"

After a while, a group of teenagers became bloody and terrifying. Yuan Qinghang shouted urgently: "The evil spirits will be unearthed later, the disciples of Jianzong and Yaozong should not be brave, and follow the disciples of Shuzong in groups."

He turned his head to look at the selected Shuzong disciples: "Do you remember the spell I taught you?"

A group of people trembled: "I remember... I seem to have forgotten it."

Yuan Qinghang made a vicious expression: "If you forget, you will die!"

Following his words, the leaves of countless pagoda trees in the cemetery began to move without wind.

Rows of tombstones vibrated violently, soil flew, and the roots of those locust trees protruded hideously from the ground, supporting countless coffins underground.

A strong evil spirit suddenly overwhelmed the sky, and whimpering noises came from the rotten coffins, and the entire cemetery seemed to have fallen into an abnormal time and space.

Suddenly, one after another coffins scrambled to stand up from the ground, the sound of "bang bang" was endless, the planks of the coffins exploded, and the corpses that had been decayed for many years staggered to their feet! ...

Even though they were already prepared, a group of teenagers still couldn't help but screamed together.

Yuan Qinghang shouted urgently: "What are ghosts crying and wolves howling, they like to find popularity and human voices!"

Sure enough, everyone held their breath, only this side was the most noisy, and the startled corpses in the entire cemetery immediately turned their heads to this side.

Some of the corpses were great powers from the previous life, and they had been dead for hundreds of thousands of years, leaving only a skeleton exuding a shining light, while others were not old enough, and even had uncorrupted flesh and blood hanging on their bodies.

Those who can be buried here are at least those prominent figures of the Cang Qiong Sect, ordinary outer disciples, who are not eligible to enter after death.

One after another, wreckages rose in a file from the ground, and they were instigated by some sorcery. After looking around in a daze, they carried the buried sword and rushed towards the side that made the sound!

A group of teenagers were so frightened that their teeth were chattering, and some couldn't help but inhale softly: "Don't, don't pinch me."

Chang Yuaner's face was covered with blood, and she strangled Li Ji's arm: "Shang Yuan is not scary... woo woo woo, these are the things that are scary."

Yuan Qinghang whispered: "Shut up and spread out."

The teenagers quickly divided into several teams and scattered one by one. The faces of more than a dozen Shuzong disciples had already been painted with phosphorous powder by Yuan Qinghang to look like skeletons. With the guard behind him, he silently recited the spells taught by Hang Gang in the Yuan Qing Dynasty.

Several rotting corpses rushed to the front first, facing a group of young people who were full of vigor, but for some reason, their footsteps hesitated.

The smeared blood smelled like the same kind, and the incantations uttered by the juveniles gathered all the evil spirits around them, covering the living people. All of a sudden, these irrational corpses were confused.

A group of teenagers didn't dare to show their spirits, for fear that the yang energy would attract the attention of the startled corpses. They could only hear the quivering of locust tree leaves around them. There was a harsh scratching sound.

After a long while, the nearest row of startled corpses found nothing, and finally dragged the sword slowly, turned around and ran away.

Yuan Qinghang breathed a sigh of relief, made a hiding gesture to everyone, and chased in the direction where the startled corpse left,

Chang Yuan'er looked at his figure, suddenly her nose was slightly sore, and she began to sob softly.

Li Ji was the Shuzong disciple who was in charge of protecting their team. He turned to look at her, and quietly took her hand.

The palms of the two people were covered with smeared blood, sticky and dirty, but holding it like this gave them endless courage for nothing.

Li Ji said in a low voice: "He will be fine. Look, how many times he has led everyone to encounter strange and difficult things, and every time, didn't they turn danger into good luck?"

A group of young disciples were also stunned, looking at Yuan Qinghang's thin and straight back, someone was silent for a while, and then whispered: "Yes, he will definitely be a blessing."

……

Yuan Qinghang silently lingered behind the group of corpses, watching their whereabouts, his heart sank for a while.

After all, the young juniors are weak in cultivation, and with a little cover-up, they can cover up the aura of a living person, but those senior immortals with outstanding cultivation bases have pure gold cores in their bodies, and the yang energy exuded cannot be covered at all.

In addition to Master Shuzong who knows how to protect himself, the more powerful those Jianzong and medical practitioners are, the easier it is for them to be targeted by corpses!

Sure enough, a sword light suddenly lit up in front of him, and the head of a sword sect with a pale face finally swung his sword and slashed at the first startled corpse beside him!

Only bones were left on the corpse, and the long sword in his hand was covered with copper rust, but when he swung it, it was still as fast as lightning, with the remnants of memories from his lifetime.

In an instant, the headmaster had already fought the startled corpse several times, and his Jianguang Huo Huo was facing the ghostly spirit, extremely fierce.

As soon as the startled corpses around heard the movement, they turned sideways one after another, and all of them attacked him in unison.The man roared again and again among the corpses, and after a while he was exhausted.

Yuan Qinghang was anxious, he raised his palm, and several brimstone fire talismans flew up, right on the face of several horrified corpses beside the man, immediately corroding the bones to a "sizzling" sound.

An old man next to him also killed, and an exorcism talisman flew around. It was Yu Wenhan.

While fighting fiercely, he looked at Yuan Qinghang: "You are seriously injured, get out quickly, I am here."

Yuan Qinghang and him were separated by a group of startled corpses, and said with a soft smile: "Grandpa is here, I will be with you."

The cry of grandpa brought tears to Yu Wenhan's eyes, and he let out a long sigh.

There are more than hundreds of corpses here, all of them are masters of the Cangqiong Sect. Among the funeral objects after death, there is no shortage of natal swords.

Although most of them had no grievances or entanglements during their lifetime, they had buried their bones in the ground for many years, and suddenly encountered this extremely weird and evil technique of controlling ghosts.

After a while, someone suddenly screamed, and was stabbed in the chest by a rusty sword in the hand of a startled corpse.

An incomparably evil Yin Qi flowed into his wound along the edge of the sword, and before the blood could flow out, it was sealed in his chest.

The viscera were instantly corroded by Yin Qi, turning into a gap in the black hole. A green light flashed in the eyes of the startled corpse opposite him, and he reached out his hand to take out his internal organs, and chopped them up with a sword...

Yuan Qinghang shouted urgently: "You can't fight like this, there is no chance, you need to set up a large-scale exorcism array!"

Yu Wenhan hesitated: "I'm afraid it will be too late!"

How could he not know that that was the best way to deal with it, but to deal with so many fierce evil spirits, he had to use at least a middle-stage Golden Core or above Shuzong master.

But now, the masters of Shuzong are the main force to fight against the shocking corpse. Once they leave, the Jianzong and medical practitioners here will be in danger of being slaughtered immediately.

Yuan Qinghang quickly said: "It's better to do it before it's too late. It's better than suffering here. Grandpa, you bring someone here to support it first, and I will arrange it. Every time I call, you will arrange for a master to go there!"

Yu Wenhan gritted his teeth, worried in every possible way, but he also knew that he should not look forward and backward, and said, "Okay, you go!"

Yuan Qinghang's body was like a swimming fish, with blood all over his body, he got out of the group of startled corpses smoothly and rushed to the periphery.

Running to a huge tombstone in the due west, he stretched out his hand and pulled up the growth-promoting locust tree next to it, and took up the rhizome below. On it was a blood-red talisman, and next to it was a bright yellow talisman. Close to it, it was planted quietly by Yuan Qinghang after he discovered it.

Yuan Qinghang tapped with his finger, drew a blood talisman on it, pasted the two talismans together on the tombstone again, and shouted loudly: "Come on!"

Hall Master Li of Lingwu Hall fought his way out from the crowd of startled corpses, ran to him, glanced at the talisman, and couldn't help but groan: "Good boy, you deserve to be born as Ji Banxia, ​​a good cultivator!" !"

He stood in front of the tombstone, without waiting for Yuan Qinghang's explanation, he poured spiritual power into his hands continuously.

Seeing that he was knowledgeable, Yuan Qinghang didn't have time to exchange greetings, so he ran non-stop and ran in another direction, concocting according to the law, and yelled again after a while: "One more person!"

Another Shuzong master came out and took over the next position. Not long after, there were already five positions guarded, and a steady stream of spiritual power was poured into the tombstones of their subordinates.

As they cast spells with all their strength, the evil spirit overflowing from everywhere quietly gathered, and the leaves of the Yin locust trees in several directions began to wither visibly with the naked eye.

Yuan Qinghang ran to the south and called out again, but this time, it was Yu Wenhan who rushed from the crowd.

Yuan Qinghang was stunned: "You?..."

Yu Wenhan panted and jumped in front of him, and said briefly: "There is no one left!"

Yuan Qinghang was taken aback. Yu Wenhan said that there was no one left, which meant that there were really no more masters above the mid-stage Golden Core of Shuzong.

But this magic array needs to be completed by a team of experts with considerable cultivation. Any shortcoming will not only fail, but that shortcoming will also attract crazy attacks from ghosts, which is more dangerous than anyone else!

Everyone was silent, and the hands of several people who poured spiritual power slowly stopped.

At this moment, behind the tombstone beside him, there was a hoarse voice.

"……Let me try."

Yuan Qinghang turned around and saw Shang Lang's face.

He was confused, he didn't know which little disciple was wearing the Shang Lang mask he developed, and said: "You go down. No way, it's very dangerous."

The man raised his head and looked at him quietly: "You don't have any face left, so what is there to be afraid of when you die?"

Yuan Qinghang was startled suddenly.

Staring at that face, looking at those eyes that should have been shining brightly, he finally recognized who it was.

"Master Shang..." he said with difficulty, "I'm sorry."

Shang Lang didn't answer any more, and flew to the far southwest.

He was dressed in a snow-white robe with fluttering sleeves, and on the corners of his clothes, two red clouds fluttered faintly, with the last pride and spirit of a young man: "Come on!"

In the eight directions, the spiritual power is mixed with everyone's blood, pouring in with all their strength.

The shade locust trees around were trembling, countless roots were withered and broken, and the lid of the coffin next to it was wide open, as if waiting for the corpse inside to return to its place.

Those startled corpses seemed to have also sensed the huge crisis, and stopped attacking at the same time, and a few of them were the first to react, and rushed fiercely towards the southwest.

The sense of oppression is the weakest there, and there is no magic breath that they are afraid of!

In a blink of an eye, Shang Lang was surrounded by a group of terrified corpses, swiping the rusty sword and beheading him.

Shang Lang roared furiously, protecting the formation with his left hand, and the "blazing sun" sword in his right was as fast as a snowstorm, facing the murderous startled corpse with a single sword.

Yuan Qinghang had been prepared for a long time, the silver rope in his hand flew hundreds of meters, and wrapped around Shang Lang's wrist head-on: "Catch it!"

He flicked his wrist casually, and a thick stream of blood poured into Shang Lang's palm along the silver cord.

The powerful exorcism came in no time, and the terrified corpses around Shang Lang all retreated, but as the blood flow from Yuan Qinghang's hands became faster and faster, the exorcism around him suddenly weakened.

Near him, dozens of murderous corpses turned their heads, with will-o'-the-wisps in their empty eye sockets, they all turned to Yuan Qinghang, and swung at him with sharp claws and broken swords.

The big formation is about to be completed, and at this moment dodge and leave, all previous efforts will be wasted.

Yu Wenhan stared angrily, and shouted: "Get out of here!"

But Yuan Qinghang did not move.

His feet seemed to be nailed, and they were firmly nailed to the spot. With all his strength, he drove the last stream of blood into the tombstone: "Success!"

……

There was a burst of blood, and the coffins were all opened, but the few broken swords beside him were finally cut off.

At this moment, in the east behind Yuan Qinghang, a golden light flashed gently.

It was as if the rising sun was born in the morning, through the darkness of early morning, and thrown into this terrifying world.

The sword was extremely careful, as if he was afraid that he would hurt the most cherished person with this sword, the light of the sword was like a breeze, and like snowflakes.

There is endless murderous intent in the softness, and there is a thousand tenderness hidden in the coldness. He slashed down, sticking to Yuan Qinghang's body, and swung towards the murderous corpse beside him.

In an instant, countless white bones melted into pieces under the golden sword glow, flying up into the air.

Amidst the dry bone powder in the sky, a figure in white floated down and reached out to catch the crumbling Yuan Qinghang.

The long-lost arms hugged him tightly, and there seemed to be no emotion in a pair of clear eyes, but they seemed to be too overflowing to look directly at.

"Sorry... for being late."