Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Yuan Qinghang ran around all night, exhausted his energy and exhausted his strength in the last forced blood, and fell into Ning Duo's arms at this moment, he just felt as if he was in a dream.

His whole body was limp, he didn't know if he was exhausted to the extreme, or this man's embrace was too comfortable, he fell down in a daze, dazed, and grabbed Ning Duo's chest with his backhand.

"You..." Before he could finish his sentence, blood spurted out of his mouth and landed on Ning Duo's chest, with spots of red plums printed on it.

Ning Duo's arm tightened suddenly, as if he wanted to strangle him tightly into his body, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move, hold me tight."

Holding Yuan Qinghang with one arm, he jumped up.

A golden radiance rolled up in the sword of Yinggui in his hand, which instantly dissipated into thousands of sharp lights, sweeping towards the crowd of corpses that were rushing nearby.

Like the scorching sun shining into the ice and snow, where the vast sword light rolled, countless corpses creaked, and I felt extremely frightened.The body froze suddenly.

The next moment, the corpses were shattered, countless broken bones flew, and thousands of white cherry blossoms seemed to be scattered in the dark night sky.

Beside Ning Duo, bones were smashed into flakes, scarlet flesh was turned into mud, and dark green locust tree leaves were falling all over the sky, revealing a large dead space.

The countless disciples of the immortal sect and the masters of various sects around were so shocked that they all held their breath and looked at the talented disciple of the Cang Qiong sect who had disappeared for a long time.

Ever since Yuan Qinghang pierced his heart with a sword on the edge of Qianzhong Mountain, no matter how earth-shattering things happened in Shimen, and no matter how perverted Shang Yuan and his master Ning Cheng, he seemed to have completely disappeared from the world.

Some people speculated that he was heartbroken by the young master of the Demon Sect, so he left the world;

Some people also said that he knew in advance that such a murderous event would happen in the teacher's school, and he could not violate the teacher's order, and he was unwilling to join forces, so he avoided disputes.

But no matter what, when the young genius of the Sword Sect who had disappeared for so long finally reappeared with the Sword of Repentance, his coldness and silence remained the same, but he seemed to be a completely different person.

In the minds of many great masters, a horrifying thought came to mind at the same time: what realm is Ning Duo at this moment?Nascent Soul?No no...impossible.

But if it is said that it is at the same level as everyone's Golden Core Consummation Realm, it is obviously wrong.

Just the state shown by these two swords just now has shocked everyone - even a master swordsman who has been in the Golden Core Great Perfection state for many years, it is difficult to wield the elegance of this sword!

Yuan Qinghang raised his head vigorously, looked at Ning Duo without blinking, wrapped his arms around his neck, and snorted softly.

Ning Duo immediately lowered his head and stared at him quietly.

Seeing the blood on his face and body, he closed his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes trembling coldly, and said in a low voice: "Does it hurt?..."

Yuan Qinghang didn't answer, but leaned his head into his arms again: "I'm scared...haha. The fake blood was wiped on to confuse and scare the corpse."

As if showing off, he raised his hand vigorously and wiped the blood on his face: "Here, look."

It's okay if he doesn't show off his abilities, but when he moved, the blood froth from the corner of his mouth continued to flow out, spraying Ning Duo all over.

Ning Duo didn't say anything, but there seemed to be water in his eyes.

"Aren't you a very good medical practitioner?" He said with difficulty, "How can you make yourself like this?"

Yuan Qinghang panted a few times, and grinned: "Doctors don't heal themselves. But don't worry... I know it well."

He has been seriously injured. For many days, he has relied on secret medicine to forcibly refresh himself. Tonight, he has been running non-stop. Under the high tension, he doesn't even seem to feel pain.

But at this moment, when I suddenly saw the person I was thinking about, I didn't know how much worry, confusion, and ecstasy I felt.

Once he relaxed, the pains all over his body came together, he only felt that half of his body was soaked in icy snow water, and the other half seemed to be thrown into hot boiling water, suffering endlessly.

Only the small half of the body that was next to Ning Duo felt better, the chest was warm, firm and generous.

He couldn't help but move towards Ning Duo, and closed his eyes in a daze: "You're not here...I miss you very much."

Ning Duo gently embraced his thin body, and his low voice was like a whisper: "Well, me too."

Yuan Qinghang murmured: "I'm tired...you have to be careful."

Ning's arm that was holding him was getting tighter, but his voice seemed to tremble slightly: "Okay, I will take care of everything, you can sleep for a while."

Countless corpses were about to move in the distance, and the fluctuation of spiritual power in Shang Yuan's hut was getting bigger and bigger. For some reason, the people around heard it, but felt inexplicably moved.

Even the young boys and girls blushed involuntarily, feeling that the whispers of these two people seemed to be quite sentimental, even more touching than the love words between a man and a woman in love.

Ning Duo took another deep look at the person in his arms, raised his head, and nodded slightly to Shang Lang who was opposite him.

Shang Lang's eyes became hot, and his heart was full of unspeakable feelings, and he called out in a hoarse voice: "Junior brother."

Ning Duo stared at Yu Wenhan again.

Yu Wenhan was staring in a daze from a distance, seeing his cold and serious eyes, he suddenly became excited and shouted excitedly: "Let's fight!"

Although Ning Duo didn't specialize in spells, Yuan Qinghang had already completed the previous steps, and as long as someone had a little proficiency in spells, he could continue.

And in the follow-up formation, absolute cultivation strength is far more useful than manipulative techniques!

In the eight directions, huge spiritual power surged and fluctuated, and the blood essence of the eight immortal sect golden elixir masters was poured into the talisman again, and the blood essence cultivated by the righteous way of mind was so powerful that eight snow-white tombstones suddenly lit up.

Among them, the east where Ning Duo is located is the most radiant, with pure blood and yang energy, and the tombstone under his hand is even more radiant, piercing people's eyes with pain.

Yu Wenhan shouted approvingly: "Ning Xiaoxian is clean and self-sufficient, this boy's essence and blood are really pure!"

The crowd holding their breath: "..."

It seems to have heard something private, but looking at Ning Xiaoxianjun's cool and handsome face, it seems that this should be the case.

The eight spiritual forces finally encircled, forming a vast and formidable formation.

The tombstones and coffins surrounded in the middle all began to rustle, and the evil spirit scattered all over the cemetery began to circle in a daze, and gradually gathered towards the wide-open coffin.

All the startled corpses also stopped attacking, their ferocious faces seemed a little dull, and they turned to look at their original coffins.

Finally, a startled corpse turned around slowly, dragged his broken sword, and moved towards the nearby tombstone step by step.When it got close, it stared blankly at the tomb for a long while, and finally lay down deeply, and fell asleep in the coffin.

Yu Wenhan was the closest, and hurriedly waved his hand, and a soul-fixing talisman was attached to the coffin.

There were several dull "dong dong" sounds from the coffin, as if the startled corpse was making its last resistance. After a while, the flag finally died down and there was no more movement.

All the startled corpses started to move, slowly looking for their own cemetery.For a moment, the entire cemetery was full of shadows, full of ghosts and corpses shaking.

Everyone didn't dare to move a little, watching those terrified corpses walking around,

After half a cup of tea time, most of the terrified corpses had returned to their positions. The cemetery was still full of evil spirits just now, and now there were only the last dozens of the most difficult horrified corpses left that had not been successfully subdued.

Chang Yuaner whispered to Li Ji beside her: "Why don't these corpses go back? Are they lost?"

Li Ji shook his head and said: "Some are because of their high cultivation base and firm will, and when they are unearthed after death and are shocked, they will fight according to the will remaining in life, which is difficult to control with ordinary spells. Others are because they had great resentment during life, and after death, they will fight a little bit. When it is guided by sorcery, it will become a vicious and evil thing, and it is even more unwilling to go back into the coffin."

Chang Yuan'er looked at the dozens of terrified corpses whose eyes were flickering, and felt chills in her heart: "In other words, these are the most difficult ones to deal with?"

Li Ji quietly took her icy cold hand: "Don't be afraid, there is a master of art like my father, and there is Ning Xiaoxian."

Unknowingly, he has regarded Ning Duo as the biggest savior on the field.

The eight masters of the Shuzong looked at each other, and they all knew that the effect of the exorcism array was so far, so Qi Qisong let go.

Yu Wenhan also released a lot of blood from his wrist, and now his clothes were covered with bloodstains, he said loudly: "Let's remove the rest together!"

Fighting overnight, first against Shang Yuan, and later against the corpses, almost no one among the masters of the immortal sect was unscathed.

Several of them had already died under Shang Yuan's hands, and the rest were all seriously injured, but after hearing Yu Wenhan's words, they all knew clearly that it would be impossible to fight without fighting, and echoed everywhere: "Okay, let's go together! Those old and young of the Cang Qiong Sect, the dead will also be chopped into pieces for them!"

Some people smiled bitterly: "The startled corpses didn't come out by themselves, but the people who disturbed them were vicious."

"Anyway, the members of the Cangqiong Sect deserve to die. Could it be that Ning Cheng and Shang Yuan were responsible for the sorcery in the cemetery?"

Behind the crowd, Ning Duo held the Yinghui sword in his hand, looked at the crowd quietly, and said nothing.

The people who were complaining suddenly came to their senses and shut their mouths in embarrassment.

Ning Duo's bright eyes were lowered, not looking at the crowd, and said calmly: "The young disciples of the Cang Qiong Sect were coerced, and the crime is not worthy of death. If someone brutally kills them to vent their anger, this junior will definitely seek justice for them."

At this moment, suddenly, there was a low and strange music from the underground of the cemetery.

Short and short, with a strange tone, it was extremely ear-piercing to the ears.

Amidst this strange music, there was an extremely thin and sharp "呲呵" sound coming from somewhere underground, carrying an even weirder ghostly aura.

Chang Yuan'er tightly strangled Li Ji's arm, her teeth chattering: "I, why do I sound like someone scratched the coffin board with their fingernails?"

Everyone also noticed the strange sound, but they couldn't tell the reason. Many people were startled when they heard Chang Yuaner's words.

It's really a bit like it!

As if to confirm what Chang Yuaner said casually, suddenly, the thickest locust tree in the middle of the cemetery shook suddenly, a tombstone behind the tree exploded, and a pitch-black coffin rose out of the ground.

Listening carefully, the sound of "呲呵" came from this coffin, as if someone was really digging at the coffin with sharp nails.

With great resentment, with persistent unwillingness and hatred.

Li Ji stood close, feeling the strong dead air in the crack of the coffin, and suddenly his pupils shrank suddenly: "The corpse king!"

Ning Duo raised his head suddenly, staring at the familiar coffin in shock, his heart shuddered.

Uncle Zheng Yuan's tomb.

Too many people were unearthed and killed, and they were reburied underground. At this moment, they have to be guided by others to break through the ground and see the light of day again.

For a moment, his eyes were cold, and the grief and indignation in his heart could no longer be restrained.

who is it?Who used Uncle Zheng's remains again and again to cause trouble?

It seemed that they also felt that this fierce corpse was different, and the rest of the lingering corpses suddenly became excited, their eyes became brighter, and they all turned their heads to look at the coffin.

The ear-piercing scraping sound finally stopped, and the next moment, the top cover of the pitch-black coffin exploded, and a startled corpse with disheveled hair came out of the coffin.

Just like what all the young disciples of the Shuzong had seen in the Grand Competition, there were still traces of carrion in the eye sockets, and the flesh and blood had been flattened on the face, but the evil spirit and resentment emanating from it were even worse than before.

The epee in its hand was gleaming with copper rust, and it seemed to be full of venomous corpse aura compared to the last time it saw it.

Inside the cabin, Ning Cheng slowly raised his head.

He fixed his eyes on the outside of the house, and looked at the dark place in the distance: "Master, it seems that a more powerful corpse has been unearthed."

He tilted his head, his face was strange, and a crazy look flashed in his eyes: "...It's so strange, Master, it seems a little familiar."