Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Ning Cheng was startled, and forced a smile: "What's going on?"

Yu Wenhan said angrily: "You bastards, what you practice is the way of the immortal sect, but what you do is shameless, evil and heretics!"

Just now, although the memory of the deceased received in his consciousness was messy, it included what happened along the way when the three of them, the master and the apprentice, came from southern Xinjiang.

The memory came from one of the two disciples. The one who walked with him was another fellow disciple and their master, who was indeed a woman.

From this disciple's point of view, he can see the secrets of his female master everywhere, not to mention the most obscene and obscene, and even sneaky hands and feet.

And their female master was not shy, she flirted with the two apprentices all day without saying anything, and she seemed to enjoy it quite a bit.

I thought this was already the limit, but I didn't expect that at night, the three of them would sleep together. Two young and strong men and a middle-aged master, what they did was completely disregarding the relationship between master and apprentice.

If it's really a matter between men and women, it's fine, sometimes, two young male apprentices actually help each other, it's unsightly! ...

If it's just these, at most it can only be said that there is a lack of personal morality. After all, the master and apprentice closed the door to have sex, and it didn't hinder others.

But looking at it further, the three of them traveled all the way to the border of the Central Plains, passing through a small town, but encountered a tragic unknown plague rampant.

The Seven Poison Sects are located in southern Xinjiang, and it seems that they have never seen this kind of plague. Instead of trying their best to treat them, the few people are very enthusiastic and extremely excited.

The three of them worked together, caught dozens of patients in the town, and brought them to a nearby mountain village that was safe and sound. They even sealed off the entire mountain village and raised hundreds of villagers in captivity to intentionally infect them for observation and even play. have fun!

Seen from the perspective of this disciple of the Seven Poison Sect, this small mountain village that was originally peaceful and happy, where chickens and dogs knew each other, became a purgatory on earth within a few days.

Not only were the villagers quickly infected with the vicious plague, they were also injected with various weird poisons into their bodies to compare which one was more severe, the plague or the poison.

Some people's bodies were festered, some limbs were broken, and even a few half-grown children were thrown alive into a well infested with countless poisonous insects. Within a few hours, they were bitten to the bone...

This kind of memory fragments passed for several days, until the night of the last day, when the three men and women took a mandarin duck bath together in the room, and played for a long time, they were panting.

The junior brother opposite was thin and slightly younger, while helping their female master beat her legs, he said with a smile: "Master, we can't delay here any longer, the Grand Competition at Wan Ren Zhong will be held soon, me and Brother is still counting on winning a spot."

The female master's face was flushed, and the corners of her eyes and brows were full of spring: "Okay, let's leave early tomorrow morning. The last living person in this village is dead, it's very boring."

The disciple of the Seven Poison Sect took advantage of the fact that the master didn't see him, so he sneaked a kiss with his junior brother, and said in a proud voice, "Even if we didn't win the quota, this time we can extract such a powerful poison from the sick person. This trip is not in vain. Sure enough, the poison of insects and herbs is far inferior to the plague."

Just as he was talking, the woman opposite him suddenly changed his face, and looked over his shoulder, looking straight at the window.

The man turned his head hastily, his eyes turned in a mess, and he saw a figure appearing on the window paper.

Their female master sternly shouted: "Who? Come out, don't play tricks there!"

It was getting dark outside, the villagers in the whole village were all dead, and the mountain road leading to the outside was blocked by them. Why did someone suddenly show up in the middle of the night?

Following her shout, the figure on the window suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, the originally closed door opened silently, and a grey-robed man stood there with a stiff face.

Even though he was very close, his face seemed to be blurred, his facial features could not be seen clearly, let alone his features.

There is only a pair of light brown pupils that make people startled, looking at the eyes of the three people is like looking at three corpses.

The voice of the Seven Poison Sect disciples trembled a little: "You...are you a human or a ghost?"

Without saying a word, the gray-robed man's figure flashed, and he retreated like a ghost. In the courtyard of the small mountain village, there was suddenly a ghostly aura and wailing everywhere.

The next moment, countless villagers who were tortured to death by the plague and Gu poison swarmed in.

Stepped over the threshold, squeezed onto the bed, opened his rotten mouths, and bit the three people away.

The small room was full of blood and minced flesh. There were screams and screams. The three of them punched out a pile of talismans in panic. The horrified corpses in front of them fell down in pieces. But the next moment, another corpse came out of the door. come from a steady stream.

The last look in this man's line of sight was the blood in the eyes of the two young children, who were viciously grabbing his face!

……

Listening to Yu Wenhan's brief description of what he had seen, everyone was speechless and wanted to gag.

Shang Lang's face turned red, and he said angrily: "What kind of famous fairy sect is this? What you do is worse than pigs and dogs!"

Yuan Qinghang nodded approvingly: "I think it's much worse than Mozong."

Yu Wenhan turned his head to look at Yuan Qinghang, with a much gentler expression: "Who is the chivalrous man who killed these beasts in the end?"

Yuan Qinghang raised his eyebrows: "I don't know either."

Yu Wenhan didn't take it seriously: "No one would blame him for being ruthless when dealing with such a vicious person. Is he your teacher? But it doesn't matter."

Yuan Qinghang's expression was still sincere: "Old man, I also admire the righteous man who punished the bad guys. It's a pity that I really don't know him."

Of course it is Ji Banxia, ​​but now I can't recognize anything!

Ning Cheng snorted coldly: "The man in the end is obviously able to control ghosts, his origin is unknown, and he may not be a good person."

Yu Wenhan's face darkened: "Although the Mozong is good at ghosts, there are also methods in our Shuzong that can command the undead. Could it be that they are all heretics?"

Beside, Tantai Minghao suddenly asked: "Then why are the invitations of these dead people in your hands?"

Yuan Qinghang's expression was innocent: "To tell you the truth, this invitation was bought by my master."

He sighed: "All the sects present here have great achievements, so how can we know the suffering of our casual cultivators. We don't even have a chance to participate in this kind of competition that happens once in 12 years, so we can only find another way."

The suzerains looked at each other with weird expressions.

The number of places in the Dabi was taken up by the immortal families, and the places allocated to small families and casual cultivators were naturally less.

However, the quotas are precious, and some secret trading channels have emerged on the market, which are dedicated to buying and selling the quotas for the Dabi.

This move violated the regulations, and it was not allowed to appear on the stage. Although everyone knew it well, some aristocratic families also secretly participated in the transaction, and they could only pretend not to know.

Yuan Qinghang's face was full of sadness, and his bright eyes dimmed a lot: "Poor parents in the world. My master worked hard to train us two brothers, but he didn't have a place to send us to Wanren Tomb. There is no way, I can only go bankrupt and buy these two places on the black market."

Beside him, Ning Duo took a deep look at him and tightly pursed his lips.

Standing beside Yuan Qinghang, Li Qinghong rolled his eyes lightly, and his expression was even more pitiful: "My master is a weak woman, who almost emptied his family and all his savings. Before leaving, he said to us with tears in his eyes, if There is any way, who wants to be so sneaky and hide his head?"

The corners of the mouths of a group of immortals twitched when they heard this. These two little dolls are not only proficient in medical skills and spells, they are also first-rate in their lip service.

——If everyone hadn't seen their grumpy and sharp-mouthed master, they would have thought his master was a weak woman who shed tears every day after hearing them say so pitifully.

Suddenly, near the entrance of the valley, a few disciples of the Sword Sect suddenly called out: "Everyone, the gate of the Thousand Blade Tomb has opened!"

The blue-black clouds in the sky were like lead stones, dense and heavy, pressed together in one place.

A bright lightning flashed across the clouds, like a sharp blade, and hit the peak where the Tomb of Thousand Blades was located.

Following the flash of lightning, the Zhenshan Great Formation left by the ancient power also slightly turbulent, and a faint gap was visible to the naked eye.

The weakest time of the big formation once in 12 years has arrived.

Tantai Minghao said loudly: "The disciples of the Medicine Sect and the Shu Sect enter first, and all the disciples of the Sword Sect are behind!"

Taking advantage of the weak strength of the formation to break in forcefully, the opportunity is fleeting.

The further back, the greater the spatial fluctuations in the gap, and the stronger the cultivation of the Jianzong disciples, it is also a reasonable arrangement for the Medicine Sect and the Shuzong to go first.

Many young juniors hastily agreed, and the disciples of Medicine Sect and Shu Sect stepped forward one after another and formed a column.

Yuan Qinghang didn't compete for the first place, and automatically ranked last in the line.

Chang Yuaner was in the front row, turned her head and waved at him with a smile, a blue light flashed across her body, obviously a small defensive shield was activated.

Looking around her, many people showed their own magical powers, some wore special armor, some opened the spiritual power shield, stepped into the gap where the spiritual light shone, and disappeared instantly.

Seeing that the dozens of people in front had already left, and when it was the turn of the last two, Yuan Qinghang, Ning Cheng suddenly took a step forward, as fast as a lightning bolt, wanting to detain Yuan Qinghang's veins.

Yuan Qinghang was on full alert all the time, immediately shook his backhand, got out of his control, and flashed a few feet away: "Ning Xianzun, what are you going to do?"

When the incident happened suddenly, the disciples of Jianzong who were behind him were all taken aback, hesitated and stopped in their tracks.

Ning Cheng sneered, the long sword came out of its sheath impressively, and a huge spiritual pressure locked onto Yuan Qinghang and Li Qinghong.

"The rest of you, go in quickly." His eyes were like lightning, "These two people are unknown, and they are not allowed to enter."

Yu Wenhan had just watched his grandson Yu Wenli go in, and when he saw Ning Cheng's actions, he was shocked: "Ning Xianjun, why is this necessary?"

Ning Cheng Qingjun had a strange expression on his face: "Senior Yuwen, forgive me. To this day, does anyone know where these two people are from and what their school is?"

For some reason, he always had a strange feeling in his heart. When he saw these two teenagers, he was instinctively wary.

Shang Lang anxiously shouted: "Master, they are good people. Don't embarrass them!"

Ning Duo moved even more, as if he was about to rush over.

Ning Cheng turned his head, his face livid: "Are you two going to disobey? Get in quickly!"

Shang Lang turned his head, looked at the fluctuating aura and unstable state, gritted his teeth, pulled Ning Duo and rushed in: "Let's go, it's too late!"

At this moment, the accident happened suddenly.

In the gap of the formation, the silver light suddenly cracked, and a spider web-like ripple unfolded, spreading from the center of the formation to the surrounding strange rocks.

As soon as Shang Lang stepped into the eyes, he felt a sudden sword aura under his feet. Those spider threads were not real spider threads, but they were meant to be cut by invisible weapons.

With a loud cry, he turned around and retreated, finally narrowly dodging the sword intents.

But the other Jianzong disciple who entered the battle with him was much more miserable. He didn't have time to withdraw with one foot, and blood spurted from his foot.

Looking again, he saw that half of his foot had been cut off, and the miserable screams resounded through the mountains.

An indifferent voice sounded softly. I don't know where it came from, but it seems to be heard everywhere, with heavy echoes: "Don't leave, let's stay together."

……

Yuan Qinghang stood on the side, his face was expressionless, but a faint smile floated on the corner of his mouth.

Oh, at the last moment, he still showed up.

When Tantai Minghao heard this voice, his expression immediately changed drastically, and his voice seemed to tremble a little strangely: "...Ji Banxia?"

There was an uproar all around, and Ning Cheng's sword was unsheathed, and the sword's intent surged like a tide: "Mozong monster, come out and speak."

Ji Banxia didn't respond to him, nor did she respond to Tantai Minghao, as if she was dumb.

I don't know how long it took before he said to himself: "It's getting late, if you want to enter, you can enter together, otherwise you will have to wait another 12 years."

The sword in Ning Cheng's hand turned: "What did you do to the formation?"

Ji Banxia's voice was distant and ethereal: "It's nothing. It drew out the sword intent leaked from the Ten Thousand Blade Tomb, and added a small formation at the crack."

His tone was flat but proud: "If I don't withdraw, no one will be able to enter."

Not far away, Shang Lang was dumbfounded, and quietly pulled Ning Duo: "It's that person!"

Ten years ago, when they were still young, they both met Ji Banxia once, and witnessed this man rescued the young master of the Demon Sect with ease by himself.

Now that I think about it, it really matches the voice.

Ning Duo lowered his eyes slightly: "Yes."

His voice was calm, but his eyes seemed to glow a little, and his handsome face seemed to suddenly add a touch of color.

Ning Cheng stood in the mountain wind and closed his eyes slightly.

When he opened it again, the sword in his hand whistled through the sky, his body rose into the air, and the sword energy pierced halfway up the mountain.

The monstrous sword intent, like water and waterfalls, firmly locked behind a rock.

The rock flew into the air with a "bang", and a gray robe, like a phantom, shook a few times before disappearing on the spot.

At the same time, Mu Qinghui next to him suddenly drew his sword and flew up. A cyan sword light was like a rainbow, and he hurriedly caught up with Ning Cheng and merged with his sword intent.

The vast sword energy of the two immortal families followed like a shadow, caught the afterimage brought by Ji Banxia in the air, and followed closely.

Ji Banxia's shadow swayed faster and faster, disappearing in place again and again. In the blink of an eye, the two chased and fled no less than three times, and Ning Cheng's sword intent finally stabbed at that gray shadow!

Just at the critical moment, countless rocks in the mountains suddenly exploded, and different figures suddenly appeared in different directions.

And these figures were full of demonic energy, and their positions corresponded to the corners of the spider web killing array, echoing faintly.

The figure in the gray robe was indistinct, and now at the center line of the spider web, he said calmly: "Ning Xianjun, Mu Xianjun, do you really think that there is no one in our Demon Sect?"

On the edge of the killing formation, dozens of masters of the demon sect gathered, standing quietly, forming an iron wall on the edge of the killing intent spider web.

Ning Cheng's sword suddenly froze in midair.

He sneered loudly, turned his head to look at Yuan Qinghang, his eyes seemed to be a little ferocious: "It is really honorable for you to be able to ask Mo Zongyou to escort you in person!"

Yuan Qinghang quickly waved his hand: "Don't talk nonsense, immortal. We don't know any demon sects and ghost sects. We just pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other. It's just that the seller has a good conscience and took the initiative to sell after sales. Thought-of."

Just kill it and deny it.

Now if he confessed his identity in a flash, and finally entered the Wanren Tomb, wouldn't he have to be gang-beaten by dozens of disciples of the Sword Sect!

On the side, Yu Wenhan looked ugly, looked at Yuan Qinghang, and suddenly stepped forward.

With one giant palm, he grabbed Yuanqing Hangmaimen with lightning speed: "Boy, you said that it has nothing to do with the Demon Sect, so dare you let me test it?"

Yuanqing Hang Mingmen was caught by him, but he didn't resist as hard as he was caught by Ning Cheng just now, but smiled slightly: "What does the old man want to check?"

Yu Wenhan stared at him, his voice resounded like a bell, echoing in the valley: "If you are a monster of the Demon Sect, the magic pill must be condensed in your body. Do you dare to let my spiritual power invade the dantian and find out?"

Next to him, Ning Duo suddenly broke into a cold sweat. He suddenly took a step forward and said in a deep voice, "Senior Yuwen, this is not right."

Allowing one's spiritual power to invade the dantian is almost equivalent to leaving one's defenses undefended and allowing one to be slaughtered.

Once it is found that there is a difference in the body and the identity of the Demon Sect is confirmed, a person like Mr. Yuwen who hates evil and hatred can instantly destroy the magic pill in Yuan Qinghang's body and turn him into a useless person!

As the gang wind chilled, the spider web of sword intent blocking the entrance of the formation shone with silver light. Seeing that the gap was getting smaller and smaller, many disciples of the Sword Sect showed despair in their eyes, and their faces were ashen.

Yuan Qinghang lowered his eyebrows, raised his head for a while, but nodded at Yu Wenhan: "Okay."

He still wore an exquisite mask on his face, his appearance was extremely mediocre, but his eyes could not be concealed like autumn water, full of smiles.

Looking into those eyes, Yu Wenhan suppressed the unexplained throbbing in his heart, his spiritual power increased slightly, and penetrated into Yuan Qinghang's body along the meridians of Yuan Qinghang.

The spiritual power was like a knife, and it invaded Yuan Qinghang's dantian in an instant. Yuan Qinghang's body shook slightly, and his face turned pale instantly.

If the spiritual power entered slowly and softly, people would not feel so uncomfortable.

But at the moment when the formation was about to be closed, Yu Wenhan didn't have time to plan it slowly. This move was thunderous, like a heavy hammer crushing his dantian. Even though Yuan Qinghang had been prepared, he couldn't help but feel the extreme pain.

Everyone stared at Yu Wenhan, even Ning Cheng looked nervous, and after a moment, Yu Wenhan suddenly let go.

His expression suddenly relaxed, and he was a little unconsciously happy: "Golden pill! The authentic golden pill of Xianmen, the initial condensation period has passed, and the cultivation base is solid, congratulations!"

This time, there was an uproar all around, and Ning Cheng's expression froze completely.

He looked at Yu Wenhan in astonishment: "This...is this really true?!"

Yu Wenhan's face was displeased: "It's absolutely true, can't I help him cheat?"

Ning Cheng looked at Yuan Qinghang in disbelief, then turned his gaze to Li Qinghong, and suddenly said sharply: "What about you? I'll test you personally."

But Li Qinghong didn't agree, and opened his eyes wide: "Eh, one test is not enough? Bullying my parents' absence, just wantonly humiliating two juniors like this, why don't we just order us to cut open our dantian ourselves, so as to save you all from doing it."

Ning Cheng sneered: "As expected, you dare not."

Li Qinghong shrank back, showing a pitiful expression: "It hurts so much, why should I be willing. Everyone just don't go in this Ten Thousand Blade Tomb."

Finally someone shouted anxiously: "Ning Xianzun, don't waste the time of the big guys, so what if you let them in, if the big formation is completely closed, everyone will lose!"

Mu Anyang was standing near Li Qinghong, he turned his head, stared at Li Qinghong, and suddenly said: "Little brother, if you trust me, why don't you let me have a look, do you agree?"

Li Qinghong raised his head suddenly, his dark eyes rolled around his face, and his mouth was tightly shut.

Everyone thought that he would refuse, but for some reason, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay."

Mu Anyang raised his palm, controlled the spiritual power precisely, and slowly penetrated it as gently as possible.

After all, he was a superb medical practitioner, and his control was much softer than Yu Wenhan's. Li Qinghong stared at the ground, and kept silent from the beginning to the end, but his face turned slightly pale, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Soon, Mu Anyang withdrew his hand, and solemnly said to everyone: "It is indeed a golden pill, not a magic pill. Ning Xianzun, let it go."

In the distance, Ji Banxia sneered softly.

Ning Cheng's gaze flicked over Yuan, Qing and Hang, turned his head suddenly after a while, and yelled at Shang Lang and Ning Duo: "After you go in, help me keep an eye on those ghosts and monsters. If you see anyone doing evil, shoot them to death!"

……

The silver light flashed from the killing array in the gap between Taniguchi, and the coercion gradually receded.

Yuan Qinghang stood at the front, and Li Qinghong stepped into the gap that was about to close.

There was a moment of top-heavyness, and the ground where I landed was hard.

Yuan Qinghang staggered a bit before he stabilized his figure.

Behind him, a large group of people rushed out scrambling to be the first.Some of those who were not as good as they were were fell on their backs as soon as they landed on the ground and became unstable.

Ning Duo and Shang Lang appeared at the end of the line, and as they stepped forward and backward, the gap in the mountain sealing formation finally trembled and closed completely.

Looking as far as the eye can see, there is a desolation of no one around, and there are many steep cliffs all around, with different colors, but they are all weird.

Some mountains are in a cold blue-gray color, some are rust-like ochre-red, and others are covered in off-white, with some weird vegetation that resembles decaying moss.

The sunlight above the head hangs above the head, but the light and heat are blocked by the ancient formation, and the golden color is lost, leaving only a pale, at first glance, it looks like a magnified moon wheel hanging in the daytime sky.

The disciples of Medicine Sect and Shu Sect who came in earlier had no idea what happened behind them. They waited for a long time, anxious and worried. tongue.

"What happened, why did you come in now?"

"I was scared to death. I thought the formation was unstable and something went wrong."

"Yes, yes, without your Sword Sect, this Ten Thousand Blade Tomb would be even more dangerous."

A large group of young disciples of Jianzong looked at me, I looked at you, and looked at Yuan Qinghang, and they all shut their mouths tacitly.

How can this be said?

Said in front of the person, "There are two people here who seem to have something to do with the boss of the Demon Sect", or said, "Ning Xianzun sent by the sky to stop these two people from entering";

Or "these two people seem to have no problem after being checked by the two suzerains"?