Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

The torrential torrent was wrapped around the boulder, and it was about to touch Li Qinghong's chest.

In the pitch-black night, a red soft silk fluttered proudly and fell from the chaotic sky.

Following a slender figure flying over, the spiritual energy on the red silk surged, and it tightly circled the boulder, but at this last moment, it tied the boulder and pulled it to the side!

When the boulder tilted, it deflected a little, Li Qinghong tried his best to move to the side, and finally escaped the fatal blow from the front, but immediately his chest felt sweet, and the bloody air rushed to his throat.

And that boulder turned around, but rolled down towards the direction where Hong Ling was attacking!

Li Qinghong turned his head vigorously in the water waves, and with a glance, he saw that the boulder hit a figure head-on.

In the dim darkness of night, a blood arrow sprayed out and fell into the surrounding waves.

Silver lightning flashed across the night, and in the pouring rain, the icy face he had been with for more than ten years was still familiar with the icy look.

Looking up at him, Li Hongling swung the red soft rope towards him and wrapped it around his wrist.

Li Qinghong stared blankly at the person on the other end of the red rope, his whole body seemed to be frozen.

Li Hongling closed her eyes, and at the next moment, she raised her wrist again, and the other end of the red rope flew up to a big tree not far away, her body soared into the air, and Li Qinghong flew towards that side.

Only halfway through the flight, he couldn't hold on any longer, his chest was excruciatingly painful, his body softened, and he suddenly fell into the water.

At the last moment of falling into the water, she exhausted all her strength and pushed Li Qinghong hard, throwing her off the treetop.

Li Qinghong let out a roar, firmly held on to one end of the red rope, and looked at Li Hongling in the water.

——The blow from the rolling boulder hit half of Li Hongling's body, and half of her breast ribs exposed on the water had already collapsed in the dim light of night.

Holding the red rope in her hand, Li Hongling panted lightly for a moment, then opened her mouth suddenly, and spat out a large blood clot, which was mixed with suspicious objects, like broken internal organs.

Since the mother and son broke up and separated in Shennonggu, although the two had met several times in public, when Shang Yuan attacked Li Qinghong, Li Hongling even rescued him, but the two of them never had a conversation.

Li Qinghong stood on the swaying tree branch, holding the baby in his hands, and suddenly used all his strength to pull the red rope desperately.

But the tree under him was already weak, and as the flood was crumbling, the tree shook suddenly when he exerted force, and it seemed that it was about to be pulled up by the huge force from the other side of the red rope.

Li Hongling suddenly said coldly: "Don't move, if you move again, you will die together."

Although her voice was calm, she never pretended to speak to Li Qinghong since she was a child, her prestige was still there, Li Qinghong's body trembled slightly, and she really stopped exerting force.

Half of Li Hongling's body was floating in the water, ups and downs, but she stretched out a hand to smooth out the hair on her temples, as if she was unwilling to give up her proud beauty at any time.

Li Qinghong had seen this movement countless times since he was a child, but when he saw it again suddenly, he felt heartache like a twist, tears streaming down his face.

Li Hongling raised her head and glanced at him indifferently: "You don't have to be sad, I'm not here to save you."

Li Qinghong remained silent, tears became more violent.

Li Hongling didn't seem to feel the sharp pain in her chest, she gasped and said, "Before he died, Mu Anyang said he didn't hate me anymore, and told me not to hate him anymore. But why?..."

She raised her head, letting the rain fall on her stern face: "He just saved my life, so he wanted to kidnap me. I just didn't... I will give this life back to his son, and I won't owe him anything." , in the future, under the Nine Springs, I will hate as much as I want, and he can't control me."

As if being hit hard, Li Qinghong called out tremblingly: "Don't..."

He suddenly exerted strength, and desperately pulled Hong Ling back, with a "click", a branch under his feet suddenly broke, and the roots of the tree under the water became looser and looser, and could no longer bear the weight of two people.

He looked desperately at Li Hongling's calm expression, and tears finally rolled down wildly.

He looked at Li Hongling, his lips were already bleeding from the bite, and the few words he spit out were fragmented: "Mother...Mother, are you going...to leave me again?"

Li Hongling's body trembled suddenly.

She stared blankly at the child she had brought up since she was a child, and the image of him stumbling and holding her hand when she was a child vaguely floated in front of her eyes.

After a long while, tears welled up in her eyes, but her pale face had a gleam of brilliance from the past, and she said in a low voice, "Shang Lang is fine, follow him...you will be safe in the future."

She opened her hand slightly, and the red rope suddenly softened in the water, and her body suddenly tumbled down the flood, disappearing in the huge waves.

Li Qinghong's eyes went dark, and for a moment, his chest seemed to be hit hard by something, his whole body was in severe pain, and he couldn't breathe.

The sky and the earth were empty, and the surroundings seemed to have fallen into dead silence, only the heavy rain and lightning bolts remained.

On the cold and empty water, only his mournful sobs could be heard: "Mother...Mother!"

Shang Lang controlled the "blazing sun" and looked around in the dark night sky. After a while, he encountered several sword lights, which were a group of Jianzong disciples rushing to help.

Seeing Shang Lang's haggard and pale face, the people on the opposite side were startled: "Mr. Shang, if you run out of spiritual power, don't try to be brave. People from all our immortal sects are here, so it's okay for you to go down and rest. "

Shang Lang breathed a sigh of relief: "Are there enough people?"

One of the people on the opposite side was a disciple of Lingxiao Hall, and hurriedly said: "Our master took a group of Jindan monks and rushed to the densely populated farmhouse to save people. Haiqing sent them to live by the sea, and their water-based spells are very powerful. Led by Master Chang and Miss Chang Yuaner, a group of large fishing nets were set up downstream, and it is said that many drowning people were stopped."

A person next to him interjected in a low voice: "But the flooded area is too big, and it's dark and rainy, so many farmers must have died. I rescued more than ten people just now, and a few of them are already dead."

Shang Lang's eyes were red, he gasped for breath, and looked at the dark water surface in the distance.

Since Li Qinghong left just now, he never came back after saving someone.Is it exhausted, where to rest, or? ...

His heart was beating like a drum, and he was jumping harder and harder. He was about to grit his teeth and hold his sword before taking off, when suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed, reflecting a huge ripple in the distant water.

Going against the torrent, a huge snow-white waterline broke out on the water, like some huge ancient aquarium swimming rapidly underwater.

Shang Lang stared at the weird thing, and suddenly his eyes widened. He was overwhelmed with surprise, and suddenly called out: "Jiarong!"

A huge round boat, like a submarine, broke through the waves underwater. Mu Jiarong quickly jumped out of the closed cabin and stood on the bow: "Come up!"

In the Wanren Tomb, the secret treasure of the water system that carried the disciples of Shennong Valley to the Zhisha Lake, the Fujingfang!

Shennong Valley is a world-renowned and wealthy family of medical practitioners. There are many panaceas in the valley, but they are not good at magic techniques. Naturally, they have to spend a lot of money to buy some treasures that can suppress the valley.

This blessing whale is priceless, usually only a few feet long when it is shrunk, once it hits the water, it can immediately grow wildly, expanding to accommodate hundreds of people.

Not only that, but when encountering a deep sea lake, it can be automatically closed and dived underwater.Suddenly appearing in the torrential flood at this moment, it is no different from a heavenly soldier.

A group of Sword Sect disciples cheered and jumped onto the Fujing Boat: "It's all right now, Mr. Mu, let's go into the water to save people, and you will meet them nearby, so we don't have to send people to the mountains anymore!"

Flying with a mortal Yujian consumes the most spiritual energy. Now that there is a Fujing boat that can carry hundreds of people, it is like adding wings to a tiger and sending charcoal in the snow.

Standing at the bow of the boat, Shang Lang stared fixedly at the surrounding water, and after a while, Yujian got up and rushed towards a black spot floating on the water.

The Jianzong disciples on the boat also prepared according to the law, and kept looking for the victims of the drowning on the water. It didn't take long, and nearly a hundred people were rescued. The entire lower level of the Fujing boat was densely packed with people.

The disciples of Shennonggu were busy saving people under the leadership of Mu Jiarong. Shang Lang led a group of Jianzong disciples to shuttle across the water, but his face became more and more ugly.

The mirror lake in the upper reaches obviously hasn't stopped flooding at all. The water area in front of it has become so large that it has no limit. The farmhouses and trees are all submerged.

He gasped for breath, looking hopelessly at the water.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed faintly in the distance, briefly illuminating a small wave and a small black spot in the wave.

Fu Jingfang went down the current, and it was about to run in the opposite direction of the black spot, for some reason, Shang Lang's heart skipped a beat.

He turned around suddenly, looked at the black spot that had disappeared, gritted his teeth suddenly, stuffed a refreshing pill into his mouth, and flew into the air.

Behind him, Mu Jiarong called out urgently, "Where are you going?"

Shang Lang's voice floated in the wind and rain: "There seems to be something wrong over there, I'll come as soon as I go!"

The "Zhiyang" sword dragged the meandering sword rainbow, wobbled, and flew in that direction.Looking down, the water surface is vast, exactly the same.

Shang Lang was anxious, took out the last Fire Cloud Bomb from his bosom, and threw it forcefully on the water.

Bright flames flashed across, instantly illuminating a large expanse of flood waves.

His pupils turned rapidly, and suddenly, just as the light was about to dissipate, a small black spot in the distance jumped into his eyes again.

A person... lying motionless on the top of a tree above the water, although he was too far away to see his face clearly, it still caused Shang Lang to stop breathing for a moment.

He frantically pushed the "Zhiyang" sword under him, and flew over the treetops. At a glance, he almost wept with joy, but he was suddenly terrified in his heart.

Grabbing the person below, Shang Lang was taken aback.

Li Qinghong's face was pale, his entire face was slightly swollen from the rain, but there was a baby tightly tied on his chest with a red silk.

The baby was blocked by him, and the wind and rain did not fall on him much. Although his breathing was weak, he slept soundly.

Shang Lang felt a sharp pain in his heart, he held Li Qinghong in his arms with tears in his eyes, and with all his strength, he flew back to the distance.

Fu Jingfang rides the wind and waves and heads towards him.

Mu Jiarong rushed up to meet him, and when he saw Li Qinghong in Shang Lang's hand, he was suddenly taken aback.

Shang Lang put Li Qinghong down, his eyes were crazy, he grabbed him: "Hurry up and save him!..."

Mu Jiarong glanced at him silently, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry."

Shang Lang silently watched Mu Jiarong rescue him, his body trembling slightly, but after a while, he whispered: "Jiarong, I'm leaving."

Mu Jiarong turned his head and stared at him blankly: "Aren't you waiting for him to wake up?"

Shang Lang's eyes were red, but he smiled: "He can save a baby with all his might. If I rest now, he will look down on me."

He waved his hand, turned around and jumped towards the bow: "I leave it to you."

... The ship was shaking, and there were constant voices from people around. After an unknown amount of time, Li Qinghong's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes.

Mu Jiarong pulled out the silver needle and handed over a pill: "Take it."

Li Qinghong stared at him blankly, his eyes blank.

Mu Jiarong was a little strange, hesitantly asked: "What's wrong with you?... Didn't hit your head?"

Li Qinghong looked around in a daze, suddenly struggled to get up, and staggered to the side of the boat.

Looking at Wanli Zeguo, which was still raging in the distance, his body began to tremble crazily.

Mu Jiarong hurried over: "Shang Lang rescued you, and he's going to rescue someone again, don't worry."

Li Qinghong turned his head slowly, his eyes were filled with ashes.

"Is there no one else... When Shang Lang found me, was there anyone else?"

Mu Jiarong suddenly realized: "Oh, the baby next to you is also very good, alive."

Li Qinghong swayed, and slid down the plank behind him to the ground. After a long while, his tears flowed down violently, and finally changed from silent crying to wailing in despair.

Like a lonely little beast left by the herd, or like an abandoned child abandoned by his parents, he cried so heartbreakingly that he almost fainted.

In a daze, it seemed as if someone touched the top of his head lightly.

Just like when I was punished when I was a child, there was always a hand that was coldly stretched out.

He raised his head in a daze, and there was a blurry vision in front of him, as if there was a familiar face, bright and cold, looking down at him.