Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Ning Duo raised his head and looked at him quietly, there seemed to be an undercurrent in his deep eyes.

"I didn't mean that, you should know." He said softly.

"I only know that you and I are incompatible, and I also know that your master wants to tear me apart, and you will stab me a hole sooner or later!" Yuan Qinghang sneered without thinking.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he was suddenly stunned.

Ning Duo stared at him, and said slowly, "Why do you always say that?"

Yuan Qinghang was depressed and said in a low voice: "...Isn't it normal for a fairy sect and a demon to fight in the future?"

After thinking for a while, he said sleepily again: "In a real fight, I probably won't be able to beat you. Your Yinghuijian is so flamboyant, what's so special about poking a hole in me?"

Ning Duo looked down at the Yinghui Sword by his waist, and suddenly pulled it out.

In the small tent, brilliant brilliance flowed all over the ground, jumping and flickering at such a close distance, making Yuan Qinghang's vision blurred, like a short-term snow blindness in the vast snow field.

The next moment, Ning Duo grabbed his wrist, and handed over the hilt of Ying Huijian, and laid it in front of Yuan Qinghang.

Ning Duo's palm wasn't hot, but it wasn't as cold as his.

His slender fingers were like iron hoops, he grabbed Yuan Qinghang's index finger and wiped it lightly on the blade, a few drops of blood fell on it.

Immediately afterwards, he also cut his finger, sprinkled a few drops, covered Yuan Qinghang's blood drop, and drew lightly with his finger, a bright red blood talisman mixed the blood of the two people together and seeped into the blade.

The sword body trembled slightly, and a strange feeling passed from the sword body to the hilt, and then into Yuan Qinghang's heart.

Yuanqing hang was struck by lightning and could not move for a long time.

"Use blood as an oath, draw a talisman as an alliance. From now on, it recognizes you, and it will not be able to take the initiative to hurt you." Ning Duo lowered his head and stared at the faint brilliance on the sword, saying every word.

Yuan Qinghang stared blankly at him, feeling a slight tremor in his heart.

In the hilt of the sword under his hand, the vast sword intent came through this wonderful connection, tough and gentle, sad but calm.

After carefully understanding the sword intent, Yuan Qinghang suddenly understood one thing.

No matter what the owner of this sword soul experienced before his death, the last trace of emotion he left behind in the sword fighting side by side has nothing to do with shame.

The name "Should Regret" originated after Ning Wanfeng became a demon.

But at this moment, Yuan Qinghang has a strange certainty that his remorse must have nothing to do with being enchanted.

……

Two days later, all the disciples of Xianmen set off together and began to rush to Broken Soul Cliff.

Broken Soul Cliff is on the westernmost side of the entire Ten Thousand Blades Tomb, next to the formation's eye.

Those who have obtained the soldier soul should hurry to the battle point, or they may not be able to catch up if they are late; those who have obtained nothing, want to finally try to see if they have a chance at Broken Soul Cliff.

Although most of the soul-breaking cliffs are the soldiers' souls of demon cultivators during their lifetime, there are also some monks from the immortal sect who found their opportunities here.

"Hey, do you know? More than 100 years ago, I heard that there was a fairy king who was a medical practitioner who subdued a demon cultivator's sword soul on Duan Hun Cliff."

In the marching team, some people were idle and bored, and began to chat with the people around them.

"I know, I know, but how did I hear that it's not subjugation, but consensual wish?"

"That's right, it's said that the sword soul is obviously full of hostility and mania, but for some reason, as soon as he meets that medical practitioner, he becomes peaceful and obedient." A young medical practitioner said excitedly, "This is amazing."

"It is rumored that the magic sword has been with him all his life. In the end, the doctor died tragically. The sword also exploded into pieces, and the sword soul completely fell."

Everyone sighed for a while, and someone whispered: "This shows that there are also people with good temperament in the magic cultivator. When you meet people from the fairy sect who have the same temper, you can even hit it off right away."

"Shh...don't talk nonsense." The fellow next to him quickly winked, "That's all I can say here, and it's better to be cautious in your words and deeds when you're out of a big battle."

Someone muttered: "That's right, less than 20 years have passed since the last battle between immortals and demons. Countless elders from various sects died in that battle. Hearing you say that, I must not break your leg."

The person who had spoken earlier shrank his neck, and Meng Lang knew what he said, so he quickly shut his mouth.

Someone glanced quietly behind.

The members of the Cang Qiong faction kept moving forward in silence. In the team, Ning Duo looked calm, and on the hilt of the long sword in his hand, the word "should regret" was faintly shining.

On the other side, in Shennonggu's team, Mu Jiarong held the "Lizhu" sword in his hand, with a trace of joy and pride on his brows.

This time, the disciples of several famous families all gained something. Whether it was Yu Wenli, the Tantai brothers and sisters, or Ning Duo and Shang Lang of the Cangqiong Sect, they all found the soul of the divine weapon. All the strength has been increased by a large amount of terror.

Fortunately, he didn't fall behind either.

He glanced at Yuan Qinghang in the distance, feeling a little strange in his heart.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Li got nothing, right?" He whispered to Shang Lang beside him.

Shang Lang thought for a while: "Little brother Li Qing did not find the soldier soul he wanted, but as for his junior brother, it is not good."

Mu Jiarong's expression froze: "What?"

"He went to Broken Soul Cliff with the people from Lingxiao Palace ahead of time. If he is lucky, he might have found the opportunity." Shang Lang said heartlessly, "Haven't you heard that there was a kind doctor who cultivated it before?" When I got the sword soul of a monk from the Demon Sect, it made a good story."

Mu Jiarong gritted his fine white teeth, and said coldly: "How do you know that the doctor is kind? Maybe he is just pretending. On the surface, he hangs a pot to help the world, but secretly kills people like hemp. That's why we have similar tempers."

Shang Lang looked at him in astonishment, and couldn't help hesitating: "Jiarong...he's not that kind of person, it's fine if you don't like him, but don't think so."

Mu Jiarong blushed: "I said that the legendary doctor, why are you tearing at others!"

Shang Lang shook his head: "You have been doubting him."

Mu Jiarong thought about Li Qinghong's snake-like expression that night in the cave, and blurted out: "I didn't wrong him, and I have no reason to hate him!"

Shang Lang said patiently: "He is only two years older than you. Without a father, his mother beat and scolded him, speaking of it, he is just a poor man."

Mu Jiarong was in a hurry: "Can you kill people just because you are poor? You really don't understand it!"

Shang Lang was a little helpless: "Jiarong...have to forgive others and forgive others."

Mu Jiarong was ashamed and startled, and said angrily, "Are you saying that I'm narrow-minded and targeting him specifically?"

Shang Lang quickly waved his hand: "I just think that since you are favored and have a smooth life, don't bother with this poor person."

Mu Jiarong was short of breath, and stared at him fiercely for a long time: "Understood. In your eyes, I am just a child who is unreasonable and arrogant!"

Shang Lang was taken aback, and quickly reached out to pat him on the shoulder: "Hey? I didn't mean that. Jiarong, you are obviously smart and kind!"

Mu Jiarong panted heavily, then suddenly stretched out his hand to push him away, and rushed to the front of the team with big strides.

Behind Shang Lang, someone chuckled.

When he turned his head, he saw Yuan Qinghang standing behind him with a smile: "Mr. Shang, our younger brother has a slightly weird temperament."

Shang Lang was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Yuan Qinghang said: "In short, he himself feels that he is pitiful. But if irrelevant people say that he is pitiful in person, he probably feels very unhappy."

Shang Lang suddenly realized: "Understood, speaking of compassion in person will inevitably hurt people's self-esteem."

Yuan Qinghang nodded the white jade fan handle in his hand: "It's just that if he is unhappy, I'm afraid it will make others more pitiful than him."

Shang Lang stared at him, and suddenly said: "I think you are prejudiced against him. Does your entire sect treat him badly?"

Yuan Qinghang was dumbfounded, looked at him, and nodded solemnly for a long time: "Yes, yes, you are electricity, you are light, and you are his only myth. Before meeting you, he lived in the dark ancient tower. I sent you, a brave man, to ride a giant dragon to save it."

Did this young man grow up in a greenhouse and live in a sterile environment?

If it was Yu Wenli, he would have been watching with cold eyes and full of vigilance, but this cute elm head is still sincere and unsuspecting of Li Qinghong.

Shang Lang looked at him suspiciously: "There is an ancient pagoda where you live? Why are you riding a giant dragon? Like Bi Fang, dragons are ancient gods and have never appeared in the world for a long time."

Yuan Qinghang looked at him expressionlessly: "I think you look like the kind of monk who can find the western dragon."

Shang Langying frowned, and said loudly: "Anyway, if I see someone bullying him, I won't just sit idly by."

Yuan Qinghang looked at him, and shook his head with both laughter and laughter.

He casually took out a piece of blank talisman paper, stretched out his hand, hardened the talisman paper into a card, pointed at the cinnabar, and wrote two huge characters on it, flamboyant and flamboyant.

"Good guy".

Several disciples of the Cangqiong sect stretched their heads over curiously: "Xianjun Li, what is this?"

Yuan Qinghang solemnly stuffed the talisman card into Shang Lang's hand: "This is called a good person card, I give it to you."

Shang Lang immediately forgot his unhappiness, and became a little coy: "Oh, what's so special about it, can you defend yourself when you encounter evil spirits?"

Ning Xiaozhou, the junior brother next to him, rushed to say: "I guess on behalf of Li Xiaoxianjun, he recognizes that you are generous and generous, and I specially gave you this good person amulet, which can warm and nourish the meridians or something?"

Yuan Qinghang laughed loudly: "This spell card is very popular in my hometown. Whoever sends it out means that this person is pure and honest, but it can't be used much, and it is of no benefit."

Shang Lang was angry and laughed, and threw the spell card back with his hands: "Who wants this damn thing. I know you have no good intentions, so you scolded me around the corner!"

There was laughter all around, and a little haze surrounding the Cangqiong Sect inadvertently dissipated, just like the sunshine in the sky, showing heat from the dark clouds.

The spell card was spinning, and was about to fall to the ground, when suddenly a faint sword aura floated from the side, and it was controlled freely, and the yellow spell card was lifted into the air.

A slender and graceful hand stretched out, took the spell card from the tip of the sword, and held it on the fingertips.

Yuan Qinghang tilted his head and looked at the people around him: "Oh, I was stabbed to death by you."

He has a sly expression, lively eyebrows, and the golden ring in his hair reflects the faint sunlight around him, as if glowing.

Ning Duo glanced at him lightly, then quickly looked away: "Oh."

The sword light moved lightly, and in an instant, countless horizontal and vertical sword marks were drawn in the air, turning the good person card into countless snowflakes, which fell to the ground profusely.

Yuan Qinghang pretended to be shocked: "Ning Xianjun, you are crazy! How majestic is the Yinghui sword, the first time you use the sword in your hand, you actually use it to play with scratching paper?"

Ning Duo's face was indifferent: "Is it fun to amuse others?"

"Ah, Ning Xianjun is really protecting senior brother."

Ning Duo did not refute, and walked side by side with him calmly.After a while, he said in a low voice, "Don't give other people things casually."

Yuan Qinghang looked at him in surprise, and suddenly smiled and approached his ear: "If you don't give it to others, how about I give you one?"

Ning Duo stared ahead: "No."

Yuan Qinghang sighed: "Really don't want it?"

Ning Duo glanced slightly, then glanced at the ground: "A good person card that can't be used much?"

Yuan Qinghang became playful, laughed and said: "That must not be possible."

He twisted his fingers, and another light yellow talisman flashed between his fingers.

After a few strokes, he turned the card face down and looked around: "Hey, who should I give it to..."

From behind, Ning Xiaozhou sneakily stretched out his head, trying to grab it: "I want it, I want it, how about..."

Before he finished speaking, Ning Duo had already turned his head and glanced at him quietly.

Obviously this look was peaceful and shallow, but for some reason, Ning Xiaozhou's scalp felt numb.

He withdrew his paw embarrassingly: "Brother, please."

Ning Duo stretched out his long arm and quickly grabbed the spell card.

Looking down, he was taken aback.

On the talisman card written with cinnabar, two large characters shone brightly, forcing people to look directly at it.

"Male lead".

……

To the west of the Thousand Blades Tomb is a deep valley with cliffs, and the end of the valley is also the point of formation.

It takes about two days to trek from Zhisha Lake. The road is equally difficult and even passes a small volcano on the way.

The crater is not considered active, but from time to time, red lava shoots into the sky, and then falls into a long dark river, slowly flowing into the distance.

According to the map, everyone avoided the volcano in time, but even if they passed by far away, they could still feel that their skin was burning hot, and the heat was so hot that it almost melted their bodies.

After finally getting away from the active volcanic crater, several immortal disciples from the bitterly cold place were all speechless: "I heard that there is a place of red flames in this world, but we just didn't believe it. An anomaly."

"This is too scary! Even if it is the power of the Golden Core Perfection Realm, I'm afraid it can't resist this kind of power of heaven and earth, right?"

A more serious disciple said: "That must not be the case. The one who set up the big formation in the Ten Thousand Blades Tomb is at least an ancient power in the realm of transforming gods, so he can control this kind of mountains and rivers with different phases inside."

Yuan Qinghang listened carefully to their chat, and couldn't help asking: "It is said that when the world was full of aura, there were many golden elixirs like dogs, and Yuanying walked everywhere?"

Not far away, Yu Wenli coughed slightly: "There are as many as dogs...that's an exaggeration."

Yuan Qinghang asked curiously: "It is said that the Nascent Soul has become a rare realm now. So in these years, has anyone been able to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm?"

The surroundings suddenly became a little quiet, and many people quietly glanced at the Cangqiong faction.

Yuan Qinghang looked at everyone strangely, finally, Shang Lang said in a low voice: "Twenty years ago, there were two people who had hoped to spy on the Nascent Soul Realm... They both came from our Sky Sect."

Yuan Qinghang was taken aback: "What?"

Yu Wenli looked at the sullen Shang Lang, and said: "Their senior master Shang Yuan, who is also Mr. Shang's grandfather, has been wandering in the Jindan Consummation Realm for many years, and it is expected to be a hundred years old. Breakthrough No.1."

He sighed and said, "It's a pity that in the bloody battle between immortals and demons 20 years ago, Senior Shang wasted too much energy. Although he beheaded the demon Yuan Zuoyi with all his strength, his own realm has also plummeted, and there is no hope of breaking through."

A look of surprise appeared on Yuan Qinghang's face: "Did he kill it? Didn't many people beat it together?"

A young disciple of the Cangqiong Sect glared at him unhappily: "What is beating! Such a ferocious and evil devil, of course we have to work together to kill him, why are we talking about fighting alone?"

Yuan Qinghang looked at him with a smile: "Little brother, you are really righteous and understand righteousness."

Yu Wenli narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, took a closer look at Yuan Qinghang, and then said: "The remaining one is quite special."

Yuan Qinghang said: "Oh? Who is that?"

Yu Wenli said: "Ning Wanfeng."

Yuan Qinghang was holding a panacea in his hand and was throwing it into his mouth. When he heard the name, he almost choked: "He... his realm is so high, it is close to his master?"

There were people laughing and chatting in the marching team just now, but now it was a little strangely quiet, and even Yu Wenli suddenly shut his mouth.

Ning Duo has been walking beside him in silence, and finally said calmly at this moment: "He has already reached the perfection of the golden core, and later he practiced the broken golden formula."

As soon as the words "Pojin Jue" came out, the surroundings became a little colder, as if there was an evil magic power, which made people feel terrified, but yearning for excitement.

What Ji Banxia said a long time ago came to Yuan Qinghang's mind, and it finally seemed like enlightenment.

He murmured: "The golden core is destroyed, and it cannot be broken or established. Once the practice of breaking the golden formula is successful, it can often be raised to another level on the original level, that is..."

Ning Duo said indifferently: "Devil Infant Realm."

Yuan Qinghang's heart trembled.

Practicing the Demon Sect's mind method can also condense a magic pill similar to the golden pill.After the completion of the Demon Pill Realm, it will be the Demon Infant Realm at the same level as the Nascent Soul Realm.

The Demon Sect has found a new way to cultivate, without taking up the spiritual energy of the world, but how can there be a simple and harmless shortcut in this world?

Practicing the Demon Sect's mental method can easily lead to instability in the realm, and the higher one goes, the more dangerous each step is, which is also one of the biggest hidden dangers!