Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

He suddenly thought of something: "What state was Yuan Zuoyi at that time?"

Yu Wenli said: "The devil is indeed a world-shocking genius. He has advanced all the way to the peak, and he has cultivated to the highest perfection of the magic pill before he was 30 years old."

Yuan Qinghang said softly: "That is to say that he is no different from the old Shang."

Yu Wenli seemed a little hesitant: "The highest level of the magic elixir is probably a bit more brutal than the highest level of the golden elixir."

Yuan Qinghang thought for a moment, then nodded: "Understood. No wonder all the immortal sects want to besiege... Oh, no, it's siege."

The Demon Sect's mentality is inherently violent and evil, and its combat power is naturally stronger than that of the fair and neutral Xianmen. The old man Shang Yuan can't beat his uncle, so he can only join hands with the Xianmen family.

Tsk tsk, why do I feel more and more that uncle, the big devil, is arrogant.

He suddenly thought of another thing: "Then, has Ning Wanfeng managed to reach the Devil Infant Realm? If he succeeds, wouldn't it be the No.1 in this realm for hundreds of years?"

Yu Wenli's expression was strange, and he didn't know whether it was regret or hatred: "There are only two results in practicing the broken gold formula. If it fails, it will explode and die, and the soul will fly away. If it succeeds, it will succeed."

He said slowly: "Since Ning Wanfeng is not dead, it must be a success."

Yuan Qinghang frowned tightly: "Then he didn't meet gods and kill gods, and Buddhas and Buddhas, even Yuan Zuoyi and Senior Shang were not his opponents?"

Yu Wenli said: "According to those who witnessed the battle between immortals and demons, he seemed to have just succeeded in cultivation, and his realm was still unstable, when he met the immortal sect and joined forces to suppress the demon sect, so in that battle, he acted insanely, Bewitched."

Yuan Qinghang let out an "ah", somehow, suddenly remembered the night when he was kidnapped by Ning Cheng ten years ago.

In the inn lobby with lights like beans, the ugly scar-faced monk touched the short knife in his hand, and his faint voice seemed to be right next to his ears.

——"If it wasn't for Ning Wanfeng's long sword coming to the west and stopping him with all his might, several of us would have died long ago... Hmph, but if you take a look at him from a distance, you will know that there is no one in the world who is more gentle than him. Jade, a handsome and elegant person."

How can such a person who is handsome and clear-sighted and can make the enemy admire him, how can he act like crazy?

Behind them, a young disciple whispered: "Speaking of which, I feel that he is a bit pitiful. Do you think this person is lucky or not?"

The fellow next to her hesitated and said, "How should I say it?"

"Originally a poor child from the common people, suddenly he was picked by the wise eyes of the head of the business, and he was raised and taught by himself. This should be regarded as good luck. In addition, the talent is amazing, and he has reached the Golden Core Perfection at a young age. Who doesn't envy praise? "

The other person shook his head: "But he was malicious and wanted to kill the superior of the same family, but he was exposed. This is really bad luck."

"But he was destroyed and expelled from the sect, and was rescued by the head of the Demon Sect, and even practiced the Pojin Jue. See, isn't this considered extremely lucky?"

"Hey... But in the end, they met Xianmen and joined forces to attack the Demon Sect, and they still died unexpectedly. It seems that luck has reached the extreme."

Suddenly, Shang Lang, who had been silent all this time, turned his head and said angrily: "I see that your brains have been eaten by marrow-eating beasts. What does this have to do with luck? He obviously did everything to his own death, and he didn't say anything if he killed his relatives and friends." , and still colluding with the Mozong monster, what is there to be pitiful about?"

The disciples of the immortal sect from other families quickly shut their mouths, regretting secretly: "Oops, why did I forget that Mr. Shang's father was killed by that Ning Wanfeng, and his legs are disabled, and he still can't afford to be paralyzed."

Yuan Qinghang quietly glanced at Ning Duo.

Sure enough, although Ning Duo's expression was calm, when he looked closely, his originally jade-white complexion showed a trace of paleness.

A group of young people didn't dare to discuss this matter anymore. Along the way, no one was laughing or joking. They walked in silence for a long time. Finally, Broken Soul Cliff was in sight.

The vast sea of ​​clouds floats in the distance, and among the mountains, a steep cliff is clearly visible.

Walking to the edge of the cliff, some disciples from other families who arrived first have gathered here, the most eye-catching ones are the disciples of Lingxiao Palace.

Yuan Qinghang glanced around, but did not see Li Qinghong.

Just wondering, several people in Lingxiao Temple saw the big troops approaching and looked at each other with ugly expressions.

Yuwen left and greeted them: "Brother Chen isn't there? Are you going down the cliff to find a chance?"

The leader's face turned pale, and he said in a low voice: "We arrived here two days ago, senior brother went down with us. It's too dangerous down here, we came up soon, but only senior senior brother has not heard from him yet .”

Everyone around was shocked, Yu Wenli frowned: "Who was the one who met him last? Is there anything unusual?"

A disciple's eyes were red: "The miasma is lingering down there. I was walking with the senior brother. After a while, I couldn't bear it anymore. I asked the senior brother if he wanted to go up and take a rest, but..."

"But what?"

"At that time, we suddenly felt an evil soldier's spirit at the same time. I touched it with my spiritual sense a little bit, and my whole body became cold." The disciple's voice choked, "But the senior brother said that he wanted to try it no matter what. try."

Shang Lang was on the side, stunned and said: "Then you never came up again?"

"Yes...so far there is no news."

Everyone was silent, and those who came later stood on the edge of the cliff, stretched their heads to look down, all of them felt a cold war and felt dizzy for a while.

Under the bottomless cliff, there are layers of black fog and white cumulus clouds, mixed together, showing a strange and evil magnificence.

Just looking at this vast and invisible cliff, one can feel the chilly air below, perhaps even worse than Zhisha Lake!

Yuan Qinghang looked solemn, and looked at the few people in Lingxiao Temple: "Excuse me, I would like to ask everyone, my junior brother came with you, does anyone know his whereabouts?"

A disciple of Lingxiao Temple said: "Junior Brother Ling also went down to search as soon as he came, but he came up once on the way."

Someone answered, "That's right, he came up empty-handed, rested to replenish his strength, and then went down again, but he didn't come up after that, he must be still below."

Yuan Qinghang breathed a sigh of relief.

The black demonic energy below is obviously poisonous, which happens to be Li Qinghong's strong point. After others fall into this poisonous mist, they need to rely on the antidote prepared in advance to survive. But most of these are not lacking.

Since I came back halfway, I must have known what was good and bad, and didn't force it if I couldn't do it.

He stood on the edge of the cliff, staring at the bottom of the cliff where the clouds and mist rolled.

Many people beside him also stood on the edge of the cliff like him, looking down, eager to try, but secretly fearful at the same time.

The vast majority of people who got nothing in Zhisha Lake, almost everyone wanted to come here to try their luck again, but when they really got here, they found that the danger of the Huanhun Cliff was far beyond imagination.

Although the underside of Zhisha Lake is also threatening, but most of the soldier souls under Duanhun Cliff come from the weapons of demon cultivators. In addition to the coldness, they also carry a thick demonic energy like ink. It is even more natural hostility.

What Yuan Qinghang practiced was also the authentic secret method of Xianmen, which was no different from the feelings of these Xianzong disciples. Just standing on the edge of this cliff, he already felt stronger murderous intent and malice than Zhisha Lake.

Not far away, Tan Taichao hesitated for a while, walked over, and handed a pill in his hand to Yuan Qinghang, with an unnatural expression on his face: "Mr. Li, it's dangerous down here. If you don't mind it, take this with you to be prepared That's good too."

Tantaiyun looked slightly surprised, and glanced at her brother.

She knows Tantai Chao's temper better than anyone else. Ever since Shu Zong Dabi was overwhelmed by this strange boy, her brother has always been resentful and dissatisfied. How could he take the initiative to show his favor today?

Yuan Qinghang looked at the elixir, startled: "Ah, no need. This elixir is very precious."

Even if there is no shortage of good medicines, you can still recognize the imprint on the shell of this wax pill at a glance.

Baicaotang only releases a batch of "Hundred Pills" in three years, each batch is only eight pills, it can cure all kinds of poisons, and taking it without disease can also prolong life, it seems that it was specially prepared by the Tantai family.

Tan Taichao insisted: "I have gained something in Zhisha Lake, and I don't need to go down Duanhun Cliff anymore. This medicine was originally prepared for Duanhun Cliff, but it is useless now."

Yuan Qinghang looked at him with a smile, and finally took the elixir: "Thank you, Mr. Tantai, then I will be disrespectful."

This person emphasized that he got a chance in Zhisha Lake, and he obviously didn't want to let people know that Yuan Qinghang helped him.

If he insists on refusing to accept it, Tantai Chao may be worried and suspicious instead.

Sure enough, as soon as he took the elixir, Tantai Chao's expression was visibly relaxed, he bowed his hands to Yuan Qinghang, and turned away.

Under a slanting pine tree not far away, Yu Wenli half leaned on the half-dead tree trunk, his eyes flickered, and he glanced at Tantai Chao.

When he looked at Yuan Qinghang in a blink of an eye, he smiled slightly: "Young Master Li is really popular."

Yuan Qinghang also smiled and said: "It's easy to talk about. Mr. Yuwen is also good at dancing with long sleeves, and flowers bloom when they see flowers."

The two of them were fighting, and Ning Duo had quietly stood beside Yuan Qinghang at some point.

He glanced at Yu Wenli indifferently, then looked down at the cliff not far away.

Suddenly, in the scabbard beside him, the sword intent surged for no reason, stirring endlessly.

He exerted a little force, suppressed the vibration of the blade, and said to Yuan Qinghang: "I will accompany you down."

Yuan Qinghang glanced at his Yinghui Sword, his eyes were solemn: "No need."

The Sword of Repentance in Ning Duo's hand had just approached the edge of the cliff, but for some reason, he began to react.

Is it because there are all the soldier souls of Moxiu's life below, and it feels the same kind of breath?

Or is it because this sword has killed countless demons and heretics in the first half of its life, and felt the chaos of demons dancing below, which aroused the fighting spirit instead?

Ning Duo moved his lips lightly, as if he wanted to say something else, Yuan Qinghang quickly shook his head and stopped him: "There must be poisonous miasma gathering everywhere below. If I am alone, I should bring enough pills. You accompany me, and I have to take care of you .”

Ning Duo tightened his fingers on the hilt of the sword, his handsome face was tense as if frozen.

Shang Lang leaned over his head: "Junior Brother, you have been rejected."

Ning Duo: "..."

Yuan Qinghang: "Mr. Shang, wait a minute, I'll write you another 'Eight Wife Card'!"

……

Standing on the edge of Broken Soul Cliff, the opposite is a cliff half hidden in thick fog.

On the other side, in the distance from the cliff, there was a huge sound of water.Looking far away, a snow-white waterfall hangs on the mountain wall in the distance, flying beads and jade, rumbling endlessly.

From the map, the edge of the waterfall is where the formation will be launched. Now that the time has not arrived, we can only see a dark hole on the side, and there are faint winds and clouds flowing around.

Yuan Qinghang stared there, and the vague uneasiness in his heart resurfaced.

He settled down, a thin silver rope flew out from his hand, and a cross anchor hook on the top was shining.

The cross anchor swirled and flew to a slightly convex rock below. With a crisp sound, the flames splashed and it was firmly nailed there.Qianqian

He turned his head and smiled at Ning Duo: "I'll come as soon as I go."

The next moment, he jumped down, and the silver rope stretched straight in the air with a "chuss", leading him down sharply, his clothes fluttering, like a black and silver-patterned epiphyllum blooming.

The silver cable was extremely long, and by the time he was fixed in midair, he had already descended tens of meters.

He looked around, found a protruding rock under his feet, and stepped on it. With a flick of his wrist, he retracted the cross anchor hook above his head, and then threw it downward.

Concocted in this way according to the law, within a few ups and downs, his figure has quickly disappeared into the clouds below.

On Broken Soul Cliff, many people started to retreat when they saw the black mist lingering below them, and they didn't know how deep it was.There are also some daring people with high skills, who have made sufficient preparations and began to climb down cautiously.

——Historically, less than [-]% of the people who entered the Ten Thousand Blades' Tomb were able to find the weapons attached to the soldiers' souls.

And among these [-]%, most of them were chances found at the bottom of Zhisha Lake, and those who met by chance at the Duanhun Cliff where the souls of demon cultivators gathered were even rarer.

It's just that since there are exceptions, there are always people who want to take the risk and give it a try.In a short while, dozens of disciples of the Immortal Sect who were highly skilled and courageous descended the mountain one after another, and also disappeared in the black mist.

This time, most of the day passed.

Finally, people began to climb up again, all of them with ashen faces, tattered clothes, and in a state of distress.

Shang Lang reached out and grabbed a person who just came up: "Hey, what's going on next?"

The man sat down cross-legged hastily, not daring to use his spiritual power, the air pulse circulated a small circle of heavenly breath, and then he let out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

"The poisonous gas down here is too cruel." He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "I went down to a depth of ten feet, and I encountered a cloud of dark red miasma head-on. I held my breath urgently, and I still sucked in a little bit, and immediately felt dizzy. I know it's not good, so I hurried up while taking the antidote."

Behind him, another disciple who came up not long ago also smiled wryly: "I'm better than you, I didn't encounter miasma, but I stepped on the air and fell into a pile of rocks."

He pointed to his bloody arm: "It's broken."

All the juniors of the Cangqiong faction did not go down, and surrounded them curiously. Ning Xiaozhou asked curiously: "Then did you see the soldier souls? Are there many? How is it different from the immortal soldier souls at the bottom of Zhisha Lake?" ?”

Those two people shook their heads vigorously: "I didn't see it. I didn't go too deep, but it was freezing cold and evil, much worse than the bottom of the Zhisha lake!"

Shang Lang was sighing with emotion when he suddenly saw a white figure flickering out of the corner of his eye.

He turned his head and was shocked: "Where are you going, Junior Brother?"

Ning Duo had already stood on the edge of the cliff, his white robe moved automatically without wind, and the faint whistling sound from the scabbard rang out from time to time.

He turned his head lightly, his handsome face was bright, his eyes were clear and cold: "I'll come as soon as I go."

Without waiting for Shang Lang to stop and object, the Yinghui sword in his hand had already been unsheathed, and his body fell like a flying wild crane.

The sky was full of bright lights, and the blade of the sword became louder in an instant. For some reason, it seemed to be faintly excited.

... His figure was nimble, he stepped lightly on the cliff with his toes, and at the same time pointed the tip of his sword towards the mountain wall in front of him, and immediately slowed down his fall.

Stone chips are flying and dirt is rolling.The way down was long and dangerous, but his movements were always precise, and the distance of each fall seemed to be measured, not missing a single centimetre.

Finally, after more than half an hour, his eyes darkened, and his feet stepped on a large flat ground.

The first cliff bottom near the mountain wall has arrived.

Ning Duo slowly stood still, his clear eyes swept around.

There are no trees, no vegetation on the ground, only dark blue moss everywhere, more gloomy and sparse than those seen along the way.

The visibility around them is extremely poor, and there are clusters of fog everywhere, some are light gray, some are black and green, and some are showing a strange rust red.

Some are fixed in place, like heavy lead clouds before the rain; some are as thin as a veil, flowing like clouds in the evening sky.

Ning Duo knew that most of the demonic energy was poisonous, so he took out a heart-clearing antidote and took it first, then slowly walked around the strange cloud and mist, and walked deep into the valley.

The surroundings were as quiet as a tomb, and all the people who came down before disappeared without a trace, presumably they all headed to the depths, and soon lost each other.

He carried the Sword of Repentance on his back, and walked for a while, the surrounding scenery remained unchanged, surrounded by poisonous miasma, and he didn't see a single person.

At this moment, a large clump of jagged rocks suddenly appeared in front of them, tall and sinister, with many holes in the middle.

He was about to take a detour, when suddenly, in his blurred vision, a black figure seemed to flash past deep in the hole in the mountain rock.

The clothes were black, flimsy and fluttering, with faint silver streaks.

Ning Duo's heart was shocked, and he suddenly turned his head to that side.

The mountains and rocks are layered on top of each other, silently, and the countless holes are like wide-open eyes, facing him quietly.

In this eerie silence, Ning Duo's eyes suddenly shrank!

Under a rock, there is a thin stream of blood trickling out of a hole.

……

Ning Duo straightened his back, and slowly and silently drew out the Yinghui Sword.

As soon as the sword was out of its sheath, it trembled impatiently, as if it was about to scream. Ning Duo gently pressed the hilt with his index finger. The sword seemed to have sensed his intentions, and finally stopped beeping and fell silent.

He approached the cluster of strange rocks briskly and silently, at this moment the gray fog covering the rocks just dissipated, revealing a rock crack on the side.

Stepping in sideways, there are strange rocks on both sides, and a natural stone path in the middle, which is winding.

Along the narrow road, a line of blood continued to grow and thicken in the gravel and soil under his feet.

Even in the air, a clearly audible smell of blood began to appear.

After a turn, the blood on the ground in front suddenly increased, but the end of the narrow stone road turned out to be a dead end!

Ning Duo quietly looked at the rock at the end,

In the silence, not only was there a pool of blood underneath, but there was also a very light "rustle" sound suddenly.

It seemed like something was writhing on the ground, or something was being dragged along.