Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Shang Wuji was physically disabled, there was no threat, and his will to die was determined, so there was no sign of grabbing the sword and committing suicide, and no one could stop him.

Seeing Shang Wuji's blood splattered on the spot suddenly, countless people exclaimed in unison and stayed on the spot.

Shang Lang yelled, his body went limp, and he threw himself beside his father's body, frantically trying to cover the bleeding from his neck.

Shang Wuji was disheartened, he didn't hold back the sword, but he couldn't survive, he saw blood bubbling on his neck, he was already lifeless.

Shang Lang turned his head and hissed to the surroundings: "Who will save him? Hurry up!..."

Mu Jiarong stared blankly at the side, knowing that there was absolutely no help, he stretched out his hand to help him, and whispered unbearably: "You...you wake up. Shibo has already..."

Shang Lang staggered away from him: "If you can't save him, just go away!"

The black shadow beside him flickered, and Li Qinghong rushed over.

The silver needle came out, and it was extremely fast. With trembling hands, he stabbed hard towards the key point of Shang Wuji's neck. The blood flow in Shang Wuji's neck finally stopped, but his face was pale and he had already lost his breath.

Li Qinghong seemed to be crazy, regardless of the blood on his hands, he just continued to inject needles, and force-fed the elixir into Shang Wuji's mouth, struggling for a long time, finally stopped in a daze.

Before he had time to say anything to Shang Lang, his face was already pale, and he fainted to the ground with a "gudong".

The last time he was stabbed through the chest by Ning Cheng, he was severely injured and powerless. Seeing Mu Anyang being hit by Shang Yuan's palm, he could only watch his father die in front of him, and he had been suffering from a heartache for a long time.

This time, seeing that Shang Lang, like him, had to suffer such heart-piercing pain, he was still powerless, and all the accumulated resentment and pain were vented at this moment, and his reaction was not much calmer than Shang Lang's.

Shang Lang finally came to his senses, looked at his father's body on the ground, and cried bitterly.

Shang Yuan stood in the distance, motionless, no one knew what he was thinking, let alone whether he was really not moved at all.

The bleak wind blew past the tops of the locust tree, and he suddenly shivered: "No, the old events of more than ten years ago have long since passed away, but they turned up again and again. Who is behind the scenes?"

No one answered him.

He finally moved slowly towards Shang Wuji on the ground.The footsteps were heavy, as if carrying huge invisible iron shackles, step by step, with endless bangs.

Wherever he passed by, everyone retreated one after another, as if they didn't want to be contaminated by his hostility.

Shang Yuan approached, tilted his head, looked blankly at his son on the ground with open eyes, and murmured for a while, "No, it's fake."

He raised his head, looked at Shang Lang who had a face of hatred, and shook his head: "You are fake too."

He counted the countless shadowy Shang Langs around him one by one: "Look, they are all fake."

Turning around, he frowned and looked at Zheng Yuan's screaming "ho ho" startled corpse, and Ning Duo who stood quietly beside him: "All are illusions, one by one, they are all dead, and there are no bones left."

Behind him, a soft voice suddenly sounded: "Master, I am real."

Shang Yuan turned his head abruptly, staring at Ning Cheng who had appeared by his side at some time: "Ha, yes. You are a big living person. But as a teacher, I never would have imagined that at a young age, you would be able to make money. You have done so many messy things here."

Ning Cheng lowered his head: "Master, I did this because I always wanted to give you a big gift after you leave the customs."

Shang Yuan frowned: "What?"

Ning Cheng took a step forward: "I..."

Yuan Qinghang stood not far away, facing Ning Cheng's crazy eyes that suddenly lit up, he was startled, and rushed towards Shang Yuan, a silver rope flew out from his hand at the same time.

He grabbed the dazed Shang Lang with one hand, wrapped the silver rope around the unconscious Li Qinghong, and rolled to the side with all his strength.

Behind him, Ning Cheng suddenly hugged Shang Yuan, and an earth-shattering golden light burst out from his body, as if a mountain had exploded.

It actually blew up the golden core and locked Shang Yuan with a sudden burst of huge spiritual power. At the same time, Zheng Yuan's corpse behind Shang Yuan teleported behind Shang Yuan like a ghost, as if he had received some guidance.

That rusty epee pierced into Shang Yuan's lower abdomen with flowing clouds and flowing water!

The Rusty Sword has been buried deep underground for many years, not only has it been filled with resentment from its master, but it has also brewed heavy corpse poison.

It is difficult for ordinary weapons to hurt Shang Yuan's copper skin and iron bones, but this heavy sword cuts into Shang Yuan's skin with ease.

The dantian is not only where the golden elixir is, but also the place where the Nascent Soul is bred. Shang Yuan's whole body is locked by the spiritual power of Ning Duo Jindan's self-explosion. This sword is unstoppable and hits his dantian.

Shang Yuan yelled loudly, his green energy soared, and the phantom of the baby above his head suddenly opened his eyes, his childish face twisted into a ball, and he let out a cry...

Shang Yuan hissed in pain, and slapped Zheng Yuan's skull into pieces with one palm, and then slapped Ning Cheng heavily with another palm.

Zheng Yuan's corpse staggered and fell apart completely, turning into dry bones on the ground, while Ning Cheng's body flew upside down in an instant, gushing out a mouthful of blood.

A figure in white clothes rushed up to the sky and caught Ning Cheng in the air: "Master!"

It was Ning Duo.

Ning Duo's body fell rapidly in the air, and Yuan Qinghang rushed up immediately, looking at Ning Cheng, his heart sank again.

Tonight, too many people had died, and he never wanted to see one person let go, let alone, this person was Ning Duo's only remaining teacher and relative.

No matter what Ning Cheng has done, his upbringing and caring for Ning Duo are all kindness that Ning Duo cannot ignore in his life...

Although I hated this person deeply in my heart, knowing the motive behind his behavior, for some reason, made me feel vaguely embarrassed.

He looked at Ning Duo's grief-stricken face, took Ning Cheng who was dying, put him on the ground, and said in a low voice, "I will try my best."

Tears were faintly in Ning Duo's eyes, he suddenly raised his head, and looked at Shang Yuan over there with a murderous intent.

Shang Yuan staggered a few steps, his face was contorted, the green energy above his head kept rising and circling, the baby above his head was silent, but his small face was wrinkled, his skin was aging rapidly, and among the many wrinkles, there was faint blood oozing out.

Looking at it this way, it doesn't look like the Nascent Soul in Baoxiang's solemn body, but it looks like a soul-hunting imp attached to him.

Everyone stared at this strange situation, everyone was terrified, only Yu Wenhan suddenly shouted: "Kill the old thief!"

He pressed hard on a locust tree beside him with his palm, and blood invaded along the trunk, and the overwhelming locust tree leaves suddenly fell off and flew towards Shang Yuan.

The seemingly weak leaves were as sharp as blades. With a cold killing intent, they formed a small killing formation and attacked the green energy above Shang Yuan's head.

All the elders finally came to their senses, and as soon as they gritted their teeth, they showed their natal weapons and surrounded him.

——Anyone can see that Shang Yuan was seriously injured this time, if he seizes this opportunity, he might be able to kill him completely!

While Yuan Qinghang was helping Ning Cheng with diagnosis and treatment and feeding medicine, he glanced there a few times out of the corner of his eye.

Under Shang Yuan's severe injury, he was also greatly stimulated. At this moment, he was already mad. A pair of blood-red palms flew up and down. Suddenly, he pounced on a sword repairman like a ghost, and snatched his sharp sword with his hands. With a "click", Break into several pieces.

With a maddened effort, the broken swords instantly flew into the chests of several people around them. Under the huge impact, they passed through the chests and killed several people immediately.

Shang Yuan reached out with both palms at the same time, quickly took out the golden pill from the two of them, and crushed it.

Suddenly, the golden light shone, his face flashed with a fascinated look, the baby on top of his head also opened his eyes, and the blood in the wrinkles quickly disappeared.

Yu Wenli stood beside him and shouted loudly: "Everyone, don't give him the Golden Pill. He is going crazy right now, and his combat power has actually recovered!"

With a finger of his long sword, many startled corpses turned their heads frantically and rushed towards Shang Yuan.

Shang Yuan's palms fluttered, and the skeletons of the startled corpses broke under his hands, and they fell to the ground.

——I don't know if it's the backlight, or the fierceness is aroused, at this moment, Shang Yuan is obviously seriously injured, but it seems that there is no obvious drop in combat power from the original peak!

Yuwen Lijian followed the dragon snake, commanding the remaining startled corpses to continue fighting, while trying to protect Yu Wenhan behind him: "Grandfather, you step back, leave this place to your grandson!"

.........

Yuan Qinghang stared at the crowd besieging over there, and suddenly felt a little desolate in his heart.

How many of these people participated in the siege and suppression of his uncle Yuan Zuoyi during the battle between immortals and demons?

There is no vicissitudes of life, it's just that more than ten years have passed. These people never imagined that the leader of the fairy sect who took the lead in the siege and attack back then became the person being besieged today.

What is a fairy and what is a demon, but how can I tell clearly.

He withdrew his gaze, glanced at Ning Duo beside him, and said in a low voice, "Do you want to go?"

Ning Duo remained silent, the sword of Yinghui trembling in his hand, overflowing with killing intent.But after all, he didn't dare to leave Ning Cheng, for fear that when he came back, he would see a cold corpse, and said hoarsely, "...I will accompany Master."

Yuan Qinghang didn't dare to be distracted anymore, and looked down at Ning Cheng.

But he saw that his face was like gold paper, and a small hole exploded in his lower abdomen. The place where the golden core was originally was scorched black, and there were vaguely broken meridians connected around it.

Shang Yuan's palm hit a huge cave in his chest, leaving only a few wisps of spiritual power in his body, and the beating of his heart was so light that it was almost undetectable.

Although it is possible to hang the last sliver of life with the elixir, even if Yi Baiyi is there, it will definitely not save his life.

Ning Duo suddenly took out the storage bag quickly, with trembling fingers, found a pill from it, with tears in his eyes, and sent it to Yuan Qinghang: "This..."

During the Medicine Sect Grand Competition, there were only three precious elixir, the Jiuzhen Soul Gathering Pill.

One was given to Shang Lang and Mu Jiarong by Li Qinghong, one was taken by Ning Duo who fell off the cliff, and the last one was forced by Yuan Qinghang to Ning Duo.

Yuan Qinghang sighed secretly in his heart, knowing that this medicine could not really bring back the mortal man, but he couldn't bear to refuse, so he took it: "Okay, give it to your master to try."

As soon as the pill was delivered to Ning Cheng's mouth, Ning Cheng's eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes slightly.

His eyes fell on the elixir in Yuan Qinghang's hand, and he shook his head laboriously.

"No need, leave it to...you." He murmured.

Ning Duo was heartbroken, and looked up at Yuan Qinghang pleadingly.

Yuan Qinghang said in a low voice: "I try my best, and I have a strong medicine that can hang my life for an extra three months, but it is extremely painful. If I don't use this, I have a kind of calming and pain-relieving medicine, which can..."

Instead, I can walk through the last few days peacefully without pain.

Ning Cheng's eyes lit up slightly, and he said with difficulty: "Give me strong medicine..."

He turned his head to look at Shang Yuan, and grinned slightly: "I want to watch Master die."

With tears in his eyes, Ning Duo nodded slightly at Yuan Qinghang: "Listen to Master."

Yuan Qinghang finds out the elixir and carefully swallows it for Ning Cheng.

Ning Duo watched intently, finally stood up, and bowed deeply to Ning Cheng: "Master, I will go and fulfill your wish."

The Yinghui sword in his hand suddenly roared, like a dragon roaring in a mountain stream, a phoenix crowing in the sky, a golden lightning flashed like a thunderbolt, and jumped towards the crowd.

"Immortal Elder, please retreat for the time being." His face was as handsome as jade, and his figure was as tall and straight as a pine tree. In the dim light from the sky of the cemetery, he showed an elegant and stern killing intent.

"The Ning family's grievances and grievances have been going on for many years in the Sky Sect's sect." With Yinghui's long blade drawn horizontally, it was as if ten thousand golden rays came to the world, "Everyone has paid a lot, and the younger generation will bear it all."

Yuan Qinghang looked back suddenly, looking at the ten thousand golden lights, he suddenly felt extremely sour in his eyes.

"Yinghui's light shakes the five continents, and the thunderbolt splits the gold and breaks the thousand cities" - the sentence he vaguely remembered, finally came back to his memory at this moment.