Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Yuan Qinghang quietly opened the storage bag and released the dream-making beast.

As soon as the little thing came out, he saw Li Qinghong who was covered in cold sweat, so he was so frightened that he "squeaked" and flew behind Yuan Qinghang.

Yuan Qinghang pulled it out helplessly, rubbed the little thing's belly, then pointed at Li Qinghong: "Duo Duo, come, help me."

The little guy poked his head out shyly, reluctantly moved a few steps, lay down next to Li Qinghong's head, and quickly sprayed it.

Yuan Qinghang stuffed a panacea into its mouth: "Spray another sip, so stingy."

The little thing swallowed the elixir in one gulp, and suddenly gave a jolt, obviously so refreshing that the pores of his body felt comfortable, he obediently sprayed several big mouthfuls at Li Qinghong.

Li Qinghong's rapid and disordered breathing finally calmed down a bit, and the abnormal redness on his face also slowly faded away.

Yuan Qinghang sighed in his heart, took a Ningshen Dan and put it on his side of the pillow, then lay down again and closed his eyes.

That night, he also slept very restlessly.

As soon as I fell asleep, I had endless dreams, chaotic and disorderly.

For a while, when he was young, the child who was still called Mu Xiaoqi held a bone spur against his neck and said coldly, "If you move around, I will kill you";

In a blink of an eye, Mu Xiaoqi turned into Ning Xianjun, who is now tall and tall, pointing at him with the sword of regret: "Yuan Zuoyi, that big devil himself is not a pity to die, why did he kill my only one?" loved ones?"

Suddenly, he was placed in a vast world again, with animation-like scrolls scrolling in front of his eyes.

A distant voice-over sounded outside the screen, cold and mechanical: "When you were young, you used to feed the male protagonist with poison that pierced the intestines and eroded the bones;"

"When I was a teenager, I plotted against the male lead with a smirk, and pushed the blind male lead down the waterfall;"

"Again, he grinned grimly at the pit text and stabbed the male lead with a sword, and was killed in the end."

……

Yuan Qinghang yelled and suddenly turned over and sat up.

It was already bright outside the tent, and there were vaguely noisy human voices outside.

There was no one around, Li Qinghong should have gotten up, and he didn't know where he went.

Looking out through the gap in the tent, it happened to be facing the waterfall in the distance.And the side of the waterfall is where they are about to go, the location of the battle formation.

He stared blankly at the huge waterfall in the distance, and suddenly, cold sweat broke out.

Ever since he entered the Tomb of Thousand Blades, he had always felt some kind of strange uneasiness. Now, he finally knew where this uneasiness came from.

He pushed the blind male protagonist down the waterfall?

Bah bah, it's just nonsense.

In the book, he also has a nickname called "Laughing Face Rentu". Could this also appear! ?

While he was restless, Li Qinghong opened the tent and walked in from the outside: "Brother Young Master, are you awake?"

Yuan Qinghang was taken aback by his yelling, and complained in a low voice: "Don't yell indiscriminately, in case someone hears you."

Li Qinghong smiled slightly: "I'm going out soon, so don't be so careful anymore."

Although his tone was relaxed, his complexion was not very good. Two faint dark circles hung under the eyelids, and his originally beautiful appearance looked a little haggard.

Yuan Qinghang looked at him: "Did you have a nightmare last night? I heard you say murder?"

Li Qinghong's face froze, and he complained in a low voice: "Young master brother must have accidentally released the dream beast again, which made me restless all night."

Yuan Qinghang was about to ask, when someone yelled outside: "Hey, you two come out quickly, the big guy is leaving!"

Shang Lang bent over and poked his head in from outside the tent, his brows were handsome and his expression was radiant.

Seeing the two people in the tent at a glance, he said "Ouch": "Why are your eyes darkened? Have you been beaten for stealing at night?"

Yuan Qinghang lazily stood up: "Hehe, all the belongings of these 100 people add up, and there is nothing I can look up to. Is it worth stealing?"

Shang Lang laughed loudly: "That's true. The things on your body are valuable. The first prize of the Medicine Sect Grand Competition, the three 'Nine Treasures Gathering Soul Pills' that hang life and flesh and bones, and the first prize of the Shu Sect Grand Competition , Serve evil and stop brakes. Which one is not a good thing that makes people greedy?"

Turning his head, he turned his back and said, "You gave him the two prizes, right?"

Behind him, Ning Duo's clear and melodious voice said lightly, "He won it himself."

Hearing this voice, Li Qinghong's expression changed quietly, and he suddenly clenched the dagger he was playing with in his hand

He lowered his eyes and said softly to Yuan Qinghang: "Brother, I have already said that the Jiuzhen Soul Gathering Pill is too precious, so it is not appropriate to give it to me. But you must listen."

Yuan Qinghang was stunned: "What's the matter? The medicine is for use. If you take it, it may save lives in the future."

Outside, Ning Duo listened, standing silently under the rising sun.

He was dressed in white, and his glossy black hair seemed to be surrounded by a layer of mist and sunlight. He was standing beside Shang Lang, waiting quietly.

His eyes swept over the two of them lightly, and he nodded: "Let's go, we must arrive at the waterfall at noon."

Outside, the disciples of various immortal sects were all ready to go, some found the desired soldiers, and more returned empty-handed. When they came, they were all full of longing, but when they returned, they felt much depressed.

It is impossible to fly low-altitude with the sword in the Wanren Tomb, and the cliff is not far away, and it takes half a day to walk over it honestly with the strength of your feet.

A group of people lined up in a long line and meandered along the mountain road.

Ning Duo silently walked beside Yuan Qinghang, occasionally raised his head, but looked towards Li Qinghong from time to time.

Yuan Qinghang glanced at him secretly, and finally couldn't help it: "What did he do, you keep staring at him like this?"

Ning Duo looked back: "Then what's so good about him, you want to protect him like this and never leave him?"

Yuan Qinghang was dumbfounded: "Ning Xianjun, you use this word seriously! How can I never leave him?"

Ning Duo stared ahead, with a stern arc cast by the sun on the side of his handsome nose: "I gave him the Jiuzhen Soul Gathering Pill that could save his life, so he must feel that his life is not important."

Yuan Qinghang looked at him sideways, and suddenly realized: "It turns out that Ning Xianjun is angry with this."

He fumbled in his sleeve and found two small wax pills, and a strange fragrance wafted out.

He gave two pills to Ning Duo: "Three pills, I can't use that much by myself. He is a medical practitioner, so I gave him one. Look, there are still two left."

Ning Duo lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Yuan Qinghang quietly glanced around, seeing that no one was paying attention, he quickly grabbed Ning Duo's hand and stuffed a pill into his palm.

"I'll give you one too." He leaned closer to Ning Duo's ear, lowered his voice with a smile, "You keep it for self-defense."

He smiled and whispered like this, and a trace of hot air sprayed on Ning Duo's cheeks lightly. He wondered if it was because of the strange fragrance of the pill, but he seemed to have the illusion of blowing like orchids.

Ning Duo suddenly moved a few inches away with a thin face of anger: "Every day, I send things here and there."

Yuan Qinghang stared at him: "Where is Tiantian? Where is everywhere?"

Ning Duo didn't look sideways, just walked forward with his head buried, and said in a calm tone, "Didn't you give away 'Caichun'? Or didn't you give Brother Shang a handwritten 'good man' talisman?"

Yuan Qinghang: "..."

This person is not like a hero, he doesn't have the tolerance of a young hero of the righteous way, nor the freedom and ease of a devotee of cultivating immortals, he looks like a narrow-minded cheapskate!

He shook the pill in front of Ning Duo: "Really don't want it?"

Ning Duo did not squint, and said firmly: "No."

"Don't forget it, I'll send it to someone else." Yuan Qinghang whispered, looking around, "Is it for Miss Chang, or for your brother?"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes blurred, a hand stretched out like lightning, and snatched the pill.

Yuan Qinghang blinked and said with a smile: "Huh? Ning Xianjun grabs things."

Ning Duo put the frost on his face, stuffed the pills into his pocket, turned his head and walked forward.

……

The sound of the water in front was booming, getting louder and louder.

The cliffs are continuous, bypassing a natural stone bridge, a group of immortal disciples came to the opposite mountain.

A huge Yihang Waterfall gallops down from the edge of the side peak of the Wanren Tomb, white as a horse, flying pearls and jade.

The sun has reached the very center, hanging quietly above the head, as if the distance is extremely close.

And where the streaks of pale golden sunlight are facing, beside the waterfall, there is a gap in the void where the waves are treacherous.

The array of eyes in front of him began to open a thin slit, and faint arcs and lightning flashed in between.

Yu Wenli stood in front, took out a small sundial, and looked at the shadow of the sun on it to make a little identification.

"Everyone, the formation eyes will be opened soon. According to past experience, it takes time for everyone to go out for a cup of tea." He looked serious, "Everyone enters one by one, don't have any delay."

Shang Lang nodded and greeted loudly: "Same as when you came in, everyone from the Medicine Sect and the Shu Sect go first, and our Sword Sect will leave behind."

The formation eye is relatively stable when it is opened, and it begins to decay and become disordered when it is opened to the maximum. The disciples of Jianzong have higher cultivation bases after all, and it is reasonable to walk behind.

Everyone quickly arranged the order, and the disciples of Shennonggu stood at the front. After a while, the gap in the eye of the formation suddenly lit up and began to expand!

After a while, the gap has expanded into a vertical pupil, flashing chaotic and blurred light, just allowing one person to pass through.

"Go in." Mu Jiarong pulled out the "Lizhu" sword he had just obtained, shielded it in front of him, and took the lead and stepped into the formation.

In an instant, his figure became blurred, and in the next moment, he had disappeared in front of everyone.

Behind him, the disciples of Shennonggu all looked nervous, and they all followed one after another with all their energy.

Yuan Qinghang stood at the back of the team and asked Ning Duo beside him in a low voice: "After going out, where does the eye of the formation lead?"

Ning Duo said in a deep voice: "Outside there is a teleportation formation set up by the Immortal Gate, which will teleport everyone to the foot of the mountain gate of the Sky Sect."

Shang Lang nodded: "Once every 12 years, there will be maintenance and repairs here in advance."

In front, all the members of the Medicine Sect had already left quickly, Yu Wenli turned his head and smiled at Yuan Qinghang: "Aren't you two senior brothers going with the Shu Sect's large army?"

Yuan Qinghang smiled and said, "I'm not in a hurry."

Although he is a double cultivator of both Shuzong and Medicine Sect, everyone can see that his combat power is definitely not low. Since he wants to stay behind, there must be no trouble.

Yu Wenli nodded: "Okay, then I'll take a step first."

He also pulled out the nameless strange sword, and led a few disciples of the Yuwen family, rushing towards the opening that opened wider and wider.

Most of the nearly a hundred people entered, and the vertical pupil-like formation had become half a foot wide. From the occasional flashes of lightning at the beginning, thunder and huge lightning flashes began to be heard.

The state has turned from prosperity to decline, and the surrounding airflow has also begun to become unstable!

The sound of the nearby waterfall seemed to be getting louder, mixed with the overflowing thunder and lightning, Yuan Qinghang stared at the increasingly unstable formation eye, and glanced at Ning Duo.

Sure enough, he had silently stood behind everyone.

Yuan Qinghang shook his head.

He retreated quietly and stood at the end of the crowd.

Ning Duo glanced at him and frowned slightly: "You go first."

The sound of the waterfall was deafening, Yuan Qinghang amplified his voice slightly, and said with a smile: "Hey, you can stay until the end, why can't I?"

Li Qinghong turned his head, his lips moved slightly, and just about to say something, Ning Duo had already looked at him with a slightly cold gaze: "Come here too, come with us."

Li Qinghong's eyes suddenly became fierce, he stared at him firmly, and slowly moved towards him.

All the disciples of the Sword Sect in front finally stepped into the opening of the formation, and the gap began to shrink visibly with the naked eye, and the surrounding wind blew wildly.

Shang Lang stood at the end, he turned his head in the wind and shouted: "You guys, hurry up and follow, see you later!"

The next moment, he rushed forward and disappeared in front of him.

Only the last three people remained in the Ten Thousand Blades Tomb.Yuan Qinghang, Li Qinghong, and Ning Duo who stood at the end.

Yuan Qinghang stepped towards the turbulent formation with one foot, and Ning Duo's eyes turned to him involuntarily, but at this moment, something happened suddenly.

Li Qinghong's fingers suddenly trembled rapidly, and an overwhelming green mist poured out.

In the poisonous fog, Ning Duo's eyes went dark, his spiritual power surged in shock, and Ying Hui sword came out of its sheath with a "clang".

It's a pity that his natural reaction after encountering a change has overlooked one thing.

It is taboo to mobilize spiritual power beyond the limit in the ancient great formation!

The overwhelming coercion suddenly rose, rolled out from the mountain stream, and poured down from the air, making his bones crack under the pressure, and the Yinghui sword let out a mournful cry, and the light suddenly dimmed.

Li Qinghong was waiting for this moment.

Like a ghost, he attacked silently, with a slight movement of his finger, a white mist sprayed towards Ning Duo's face.

All this happened extremely quickly, and under the cover of the sound of the huge waterfall, there was almost no sound.

Yuan Qinghang had already half-stepped into the eye of the formation, but for some reason, his heart shuddered suddenly, and a strange uneasiness suddenly hit him.

Involuntarily, he jerked his head back at the last moment.

A blur of dark green mist was dissipating, and Ning Duo's white figure staggered back.

He firmly held the hilt of the sword with one hand, but he couldn't pull it out. The other hand covered his eyes, and a thin line of blood was flowing down his pale face.

And Li Qinghong was standing not far away, staring at him expressionlessly!

With this quick glance, Yuan Qinghang's heart was struck by lightning.

It seemed that at that moment, the sentence from last night's dream reappeared vaguely.

——The blind male protagonist... Blind!

The huge suction force from his feet carried him, and he was about to go out of the formation. He finally woke up from the trance, and the silver cord in the white jade fan in his hand flew out.

With a sharp whistle, the cross hook at the top of the silver cable whirls and is nailed to the edge of the rock on the edge of the cliff, wedging deeply.

The suction on Yuan Qinghang's body was already extremely strong, and half of his legs were almost sunk into the eyes of the array. He exhausted all his strength to climb the silver rope and fly back in the opposite direction.

In mid-air, blood was already dripping on the half of his leg that was struggling to free himself. He didn't care to look at it, and quickly flashed in front of Ning Duo.

"How are you?" His voice trembled, not daring to touch Ning Duo's face, "You..."

Before he finished speaking, a dark wind behind him bypassed him and stabbed at Ning Duo.

Yuan Qinghang blocked with a backhand, and the white jade fan handle encountered a chilly air, and almost dropped his hand.

Li Qinghong stood behind him with eager eyes: "Leave him alone, let's go out quickly, the formation eyes are about to be closed!"

Yuan Qinghang roared: "What did you do? As I said, if you harm others, I will not let you go!"

Li Qinghong glanced behind him, became more anxious, and begged: "Brother Young Master, go out and I will tell you slowly, otherwise it will be too late."

Yuan Qinghang didn't care to talk to him any more, turned to look at Ning Duo, and carefully pulled away his hand covering his face: "Let me see."

Ning Duo closed his eyes tightly, and his body was always upright trembling a little in pain.

Under his eyelids, there was a faint white powder remaining on it.Yuan Qinghang smeared a little in fear, and the fine powder was mixed with traces of blood, exuding a sweet fragrance like almonds.