Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Most of the top of Qianzhong Mountain had already collapsed. After the thrilling fight between the two, rocks flew everywhere and giant trees were broken.

Following Ning Duo's shocking act of self-exploding the golden core, half of the mountain where he and Shang Yuan stood collapsed completely, and countless rocks formed a torrent, pouring towards the side.

On that side, it is half of the bottomless cliff, which is also the place where Yuan Qinghang once fell.

At this moment, the figures of Ning Duo and Shang Yuan were simultaneously submerged in the rolling rocks along with the mud and smoke, and fell towards the bottomless cliff.

All the people watching the battle were thrilled and screamed.

Yuan Qinghang finally couldn't bear it anymore, he yelled, like crazy, he broke free from Ji Banxia's hand, and rushed to that side with all his strength.

Many people also reacted, raised their natal swords, and followed him, rushing towards the mountain over there.

Yu Wenhan, Ji Banxia, ​​Mu Qinghui, Chen Feng and others all looked anxious.

Standing on the top of the crumbling rocky mountain, a group of people looked down, and their hearts sank—the reason why the back mountain of Qianzhong Mountain is forbidden by the Cangqiong Sect is not only because it is quiet and remote, and it is listed as a retreat. The place is even more because the other half of the back mountain is connected to a deep and strange land.

At the bottom of the unfathomable cliff, miasma and poisonous mist linger all year round. I don't know how many years it has accumulated. Compared with the elegant fairy mountain separated by a mountain, it is more like a demonic realm filled with demonic energy.

But at this moment, countless smoke and dust were still rolling in the air, covering the darkness below, and Ning Duo and Shang Yuan could no longer be seen! ...

Yuan Qinghang rushed to the top of the mountain, staring blankly at the rocky soil below, moved his body, and was about to jump off, but Yu Wenhan had already been watching him closely, and hurriedly hugged him: "What are you going to do?"

Yuan Qinghang struggled hard: "Let me go down, if I get hurt, I need someone to save me!..."

Before he could finish speaking, suddenly, his body shook violently.

At this moment, from the dark and mysterious bottom of the cliff below, there was a roar of a familiar beast.

Majestic, low-key, with the aura of some kind of prehistoric and ancient spirit beast.

A looming black shadow was as huge as a peng, and it flew out from the turbulent flow of rocks below. Terrible airflow.

A Gu sculpture.

But it is a terrifying giant eagle king that no one has ever seen before. I don't know how long it has lived in that remote cliff bottom demon realm. Lazy and arrogant.

And on its back was a person.

The thin and elegant figure was motionless, the white clothes were stained with blood, lying on the huge back of the gu carving, it seemed a little slender, but it made Yuan Qinghang burst into tears in an instant.

The Gu Eagle didn't fly up immediately, but circled slowly below for a while, and sure enough, as the smoke and dust cleared, the vigorous and lively figure of the little Gu Eagle also appeared.

Flapping a pair of small meaty wings, he quickly followed beside the huge gu carving, happily raised his head, and hissed to Yuan Qinghang above his head.

It seems to be asking for credit, and it seems to be showing off his mighty and stalwart father.

Just when everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly, in the rocks around the little Gu Eagle, where the black air lingered, a bloody hand stretched out like lightning.

Like a ghost, it grabbed one of the little Gu Eagle's hooves and pulled it down forcefully.

The little Gu Eagle screamed and fell sharply.

In a blink of an eye, Shang Yuan's blood-stained face appeared behind the rock, turned over and jumped onto the back of the little Gu Eagle.

The Eagle King suddenly turned his head, flapped his fleshy wings and rushed towards the little Gu Eagle, but Shang Yuan was riding on the little Gu Eagle, holding its neck with one hand, the little Gu Eagle was strangled until his eyes turned white, and he was in pain. Tumbling in the air.

The Eagle King's eyes were fierce, but he didn't dare to launch any attack, his huge body approached the little Gu Eagle, circling anxiously around it.

Shang Yuan was covered in blood, and he didn't know how badly his body was injured when Ning Duo Jindan blew himself up, but the phantom of the baby above his head seemed to be vague and re-condensing.

Two Gu carvings, one big and one small, were flying and circling below. The Eagle King saw the opportunity, and stretched out his sharp beak to peck at Shang Yuan. It landed on the neck of the little gu carving.

The little Gu Eagle screamed, blood flowed from his neck immediately, and he fell down violently.

The Eagle King screamed, worried about the child's safety, his huge body also chased down, trying to catch the little Gu Eagle.

Shang Yuan was waiting for this opportunity, when the figures of the two Gu Eagles intersected each other, he kicked his feet, jumped up from the little Gu Eagle, and slapped the unconscious Ning Duo beside him.

It seemed that he knew that he was seriously injured and that he would never have a chance to make a comeback. In his eyes, there was only mad killing and hatred, and the spiritual power bursting out of his body, with all his strength to put all his eggs in one basket.

It was cold and eerie, and the aura was bitter, and Ning Duo, who was close at hand, was photographed...

The unconscious Ning Duo remained motionless, his face as pale as paper, and when Shang Yuan's palm hit him, a dazzling light suddenly burst out from his lowered wrist.

Vast and mysterious, endless.

Two bright orbs flew out from the bracelet on his wrist, and the surrounding runes flickered, the radiance was bright and gentle, instantly engulfing the spiritual power coming from all around them, and suddenly received it!

The energy was compressed sharply, and the surrounding air was dancing wildly, but Shang Yuan's exhausting blow disappeared completely without a trace.

"Curb the disaster"! ...

The pair of ancient treasure bracelets that Yuan Zuoyi forcibly obtained from the small world of the secret realm can be separated or combined. They were once divided into two halves. One half was given to Ning Wanfeng by the windy and moonless lake as a gift for Ning Duo's birth. present;

The other half was left to his little nephew Yuan Qinghang who was also born not long ago.

The fate is "restraining disasters". It turns out that the real meaning is that when the master feels that his life is in danger, he can help the master to stop this terrible disaster and curb the catastrophe.

In the air, Yuan Qinghang had already taken advantage of Ji Banxia's unguardedness, broke free from his shackles, and jumped straight down.

The wind whistled in his ears, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the white figure below.

The target is approaching rapidly, getting closer, getting closer.

The white jade and black gold fan in his hand suddenly opened, and he slammed it hard in the air, and the momentum of the rapid fall was slowed down a bit.

He let out a sharp whistle, and the little Gu Eagle below heard the whistle, endured the pain, flew over with flapping wings, and narrowly caught his body.

Yuan Qinghang's men didn't stop, and the silver rope in the fan flew out, rolling straight towards the white figure not far away.

Yinsuo got up, flew back upside down, and brought Ning Duo back.

Yuan Qinghang's eyes were blurred, tears filled his eyes, and he went to check his breath tremblingly.

...The air around him is turbulent, it is not easy to detect, and it seems that it cannot be felt when it is shaking.

Yuan Qinghang's heart was beating like a drum, and he felt suffocated for a while. Under his heart full of despair, he didn't care about administering needles and feeding medicine. Without hesitation, he took a sharp breath, then bent his face, and pressed his trembling lips to Ning Duo's. .

In a trance, it seemed that a similar scene flashed in my mind, but at this moment, there was no tenderness, only the cold sadness and fear in my heart.

Take a mouthful and keep breathing.Lips and lips fit tightly, and quickly separate.

The teeth collided with each other, and the collision produced a little blood, which flowed down the corners of their mouths.

The little Gu Eagle also seemed to know that the little master on his back was doing extremely important things, although his body was heavy, he still struggled to shake his wings and tried his best to keep his balance.

It seems that only a short time has passed, and it seems that a long life has passed.

Yuan Qinghang's lips trembled and was about to print it again when Ning Duo's eyelids finally moved slightly.

The morning sun is just rising, like a dream, there seems to be a hint of warmth on his pale and cold face, in his slightly opened eyes, a pair of black pupils are like pure obsidian raised in mercury, staring blankly at Yuan Qing in front of him Hangzhou.

The next moment, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he opened his arms. Under the mountain stream, the Yinghui Sword whistled and flew back to his palm with an echo.

And his body arched violently, shooting out like an arrow towards the cliff behind Yuan Qinghang.

The golden core was shattered, and the sword was radiant, but it no longer carried any shocking power, only the last obsession remained, and he slashed towards Shang Yuan who rushed over again at some unknown time.

This sword is full of sharpness, even though it has no golden core cultivation base, it still has the power of years of hard training, and it slashes Shang Yuan's body heavily.

Blood splattered everywhere, and Shang Yuan slammed into the rock behind him, smashing out a huge crater in the shape of a human.

He lowered his head and looked blankly at the half of his shoulder that had been chopped off by the Sword of Repentance. Suddenly he opened his mouth, and a jet of black blood spewed out.

Ning Duo staggered and landed on a protruding rock beside him.

The melting warmth on his face had already turned into icy cold snow, and the Yinghui sword in his hand whined weakly and long, holding it up high, he was about to cut it down again.

A trace of real fear finally appeared in Shang Yuan's eyes.

His whole body was already covered with blood, the green aura above his head was as thin as smoke, and the phantom of the magic baby had long since disappeared without a trace.

He suddenly raised his hand, as if to block the sword, and shouted frantically: "You can't kill me!..."

Ning Duojian was stored but not fired, and stopped in the air: "Oh?"

Shang Yuan stared at his Yinghui sword: "Wan Feng... Wan Feng didn't die in my hands, he went to the Demon Sect willingly."

He murmured: "Wan Feng has a kind disposition, and if he gets a little favor from someone, he will be completely devastated... I have the kindness to adopt and nurture him, and his sword spirit will not kill me."

The little gu eagle circled and flew close, Yuan Qinghang jumped off its back, stood beside Ning Duo, and tightly held his hand that was not holding a sword.

Shang Yuan coughed fiercely, and large streams of black blood spewed out from his mouth with the fragments of his lungs and internal organs in it, shattered into pieces.

He looked at Ning Duo in horror, and hissed, "If your sword of remorse kills his benefactor, the soul of the sword will create demons, and you will never be able to advance an inch in this lifetime!"

Ning Duo looked at him quietly, and nodded, "You're right. If uncle had a spirit in the sky, even if he learned that the teacher who raised him was so despicable, he would be in great pain."

There was a flash of light in Shang Yuan's eyes, and he nodded in surprise: "Yes, yes..."

"You don't need the Yinghui sword, you can also slay demons and demons." Ning Duo cut off his words lightly, and threw the Yinghui sword backwards, straight into the cliff.

The next moment, he stretched out his hand, snatched the white jade and black gold fan from Yuan Qinghang's hand beside him, and stabbed straight forward.

More than a dozen fan bones were opened sharply, and the fragments of the demon sword Zhanhong screamed excitedly, with sharp light shining, and plunged forward into Shang Yuan's heart.

Ning Duo retracted his palm, and the bones of the white jade fan circled back, all stained red with blood.

"Sect Master Yuan was killed by you during his lifetime, and his soldier spirit must be happy to kill you." Ning Duo said in a hoarse voice, watching the blood gushing from dozens of holes in Shang Yuan's chest, his eyes were as flat as a mirror.

Ying Huijian circled back and landed gently at his feet.

He stretched out his arms to hold Yuan Qinghang, stood on Yinghui Sword, and flew towards the cliff above.

Yuan Qinghang pressed his lips against his ear, feeling a little uneasy: "Could it be that he...isn't dead?"

Ning Duo paused, Ying Hui's sword stopped in mid-air.

He slightly frowned and trimmed his eyebrows: "You are right to worry."

He stretched out his hand to take the huge storage bag at his waist, blood dripped from his hand, and the seal was released by itself.

Countless weapons with the soul of the demon cultivator whizzed out, like sharp weapons that had not seen the sun for years.

Ning Duo flicked his sleeves lightly, hundreds of thousands of weapons plunged down, like sharks smelling blood.

The sound of "Pu Chi" was endless, I don't know how many hundreds or thousands of times, the sound of piercing into the flesh and blood was terrifying and bloody.

Ning Duo embraced Yuan Qinghang's slender waist with one hand, raised his hand lightly, and covered Yuan Qinghang's eyes that couldn't help but look down: "I'm dead, don't worry."

.........

The top of the mountain is in sight, and the sun is shining.

The breeze came head-on, blowing away the thick blood in the air, and also blowing the white clothes of the dragon-slaying boy, tumbling and fluttering like a god.