Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

In the boundless black fog, the smell of blood became heavier and heavier.

In the central area where all the disciples of the Immortal Sect had gathered, there was a trickle of blood on the ground, and countless puppets and centipedes crawled and squirmed on the ground.

Occasionally, those centipedes quickly found someone before they were completely unconscious, and bit them hard.

Gradually, everyone either fell into a coma or fell into a pool of blood.

Li Qinghong walked alone among the chaotic rocks, guided by the strange fragrance in the distance, he walked forward.

Was it his mother and Uncle Ji who led the masters of the Demon Sect to set up a killing array?

Except for Ji Banxia, ​​it seems that no one has the ability to change the exit of Wanren Tomb to this strange place.

Except for those from the Demon Sect, indeed, no one would deal with people from the Immortal Sect in such a large scale.

He gritted his teeth, suppressed the nausea in his heart, turned his hand and pinched a silver needle, and stabbed it hard into the inside of his calf.

The pain was so painful that he didn't seem to notice it. He twisted the "Zhubin" acupoint a few times, and a stream of dirty blood flowed out, and the dizziness finally eased.

The strange fragrance from the Mu family was vaguely mixed with the smell of blood, guiding the direction.

Li Qinghong walked more and more slowly, finally, a few feet away from the place where the crowd gathered, he suddenly stopped.

Although there was interference from the sound insulation array, in the extremely quiet night, he still heard the strange "rustling" sound that he had just heard, and there were a few extremely tragic screams in it.

The scream was fleeting, like a hallucination, but it made him feel terrified for a moment.

Someone is killing people.

The smell of blood was so obvious that it was overwhelming, mixed with the damp mist in the dark, sticky and greasy.

It's not an illusion, it's real.

Just can't tell how many people are killing.Is it one, or a group.

……

Li Qinghong has been with dead bodies and poisons since he was a child, he has always been bold and cruel, so he shouldn't be afraid of this kind of killing.

Moreover, if there is no accident, the people from the Mozong should be acting in front of him, but he just started to hesitate.

A strange sense of crisis hit his heart, and the "Tu Ling" dagger in his palm suddenly trembled quietly.

He stared ahead, stepped back slowly, and quietly disappeared into the night behind him.

... In the night, the formation of strange rocks is boundless, and there is no way out.

Li Qinghong hid in the gap between two unremarkable stones, trying his best to adjust his difficult breathing.

There is an unknown poison in the mist.Even if it was him, he couldn't distinguish the ingredients for a while, and couldn't find a countermeasure.

There are countless puppet poisonous insects hiding in the dark everywhere, which may emerge at any time and bite people with a fatal bite.

Even though his body has a strong ability to resist poisons, it is still getting more and more difficult for him to keep breathing in poisonous gas like this.

After an unknown amount of time, suddenly, in the hazy mist not far ahead, a figure staggered past.

The emerald green clothes are bright in color, barely recognizable in the thick black - in the entire Shennong Valley, there is only one person wearing such a bright emerald green color of bamboo leaves!

A moment later, the emerald green figure was forced to retreat from another direction, and behind him was a field of puppets chasing after him!

Li Qinghong held his breath, and watched Mu Jia Rongying rush to the front, and supported the stone where he was hiding.

His eyebrows are reserved and his appearance is noble.But now, that delicate little face has turned pale, and there are also bloodstains in the mouth and nose.

Mu Jiarong kept panting heavily, and when he raised his head, he happened to see a pair of dark pupils in the cracks in the stone in front of him.

He opened his eyes wide in astonishment, obviously recognizing Li Qinghong.

Suddenly, in the dark night behind him, a silent and sharp light suddenly flashed.

A icy sword tip pierced straight from his back chest, ruthlessly and sharply, penetrating his chest.

Li Qinghong hid sideways in the crevice of the stone, watching helplessly as a cluster of blood sprayed in and hit half of his face.

Mu Jiarong met Li Qinghong's eyes across the stone crack.

His bloody hand stretched out tremblingly, as if he wanted to grab the life-saving straw in front of him, and his lips moved slightly.

Li Qinghong clenched his teeth tightly, feeling both hatred and anxiety in his heart: This damn loser, even after he died, he still dragged people into the water!

Mu Jiarong stared blankly at Li Qinghong's eyes in front of him, and finally realized: Obviously Li Qinghong, like him, was also avoiding pursuit.

The expression in his eyes darkened, and a vague moan of pain came out of his throat, and his body trembled violently.

After hesitating for a while, he didn't shout, but turned his body sideways, blocking the crack in the stone in front of him, and then slowly slipped and fell to the ground.

Li Qinghong stuck straight to the stone wall, hiding in the shadows, not daring to make a sound.

Looking out from the gap around Mu Jiarong, I saw a sword light as bright as autumn water slowly moving away from Mu Jiarong's back, the tip of the sword was still dripping with blood.

The light was dim, and the hand holding the sword flashed past.

Li Qinghong looked sideways, and saw a section of gray sleeve fluttering, revealing a strange spot on the man's wrist.

…The movement was too fast, and I didn't see clearly what the weirdness was. I could only vaguely see that it wasn't smooth, like wearing some kind of patterned wristband.

Li Qinghong didn't move at all, and waited until there was no sound from all around, then quietly got out from the hiding place.

Before he knew it, his back was covered in cold sweat.

Sure enough, someone was killing the disciples of the Immortal Sect, and they were chasing and killing them one by one.

He also knows a few high-ranking demon sect monks who use swords, and those who are willing to obey the orders of the left and right guardians.

Who is it?Was it ordered by his mother or Ji Banxia?

But for some reason, he didn't dare to show up and recognize each other. In his heart, there seemed to be a feeling of uneasiness gripping him tightly.

While thinking quickly, he looked down at Mu Jiarong on the ground.

With his eyes closed, he was hit by a sword in the back, and the front of his emerald green shirt was stained with blood.

Li Qinghong stared at his slightly childish face, squatted down, and stretched out his hand.

It's not dead yet, but there's only breath out, not breath in.

He knelt down, looked at the face that he had hated for a long time, and murmured with a sneer: "Don't think that I will accept your favor, help me block that, is it dark and didn't recognize me? Hehe, if you know it's Me, you are afraid that you will drag me to die together."

Mu Jiarong was motionless on the ground, and the blood under his body was puddled and getting bigger and bigger.

Li Qinghong was a little agitated, and stretched out his hand to sniff Tanmu Jiarong.

I'm so annoyed, obviously I'm useless, but before I die, I still have to put on a show, trying to save others.

These people who were taught by some decent sects are indeed all hypocritical and stupid!

Suddenly, he raised his head impressively and looked forward.

——The direction in which the man retreated just now seems to be the direction in which he came.

And over there, there is the dying, dying Shang Lang!

He started to chase after him, but he stopped after walking a few steps, his face was cloudy and uncertain.

He was no match for the killer.

Even with that frightening sword strike, his cultivation was astounding, even if he wasn't poisoned, he might not be able to avoid it if he asked himself!

Like a trapped animal, he turned around for a while, finally gritted his teeth, recognized the unique pungent smell in the air, and rushed over there.

……

By the side of the underground river, the light is dim, and the sky is not clear.

Yuan Qinghang stood by the dark river, carefully filling the water bag with river water.

The spirit spring water in the water bag could have been drunk for about ten days, and it was prepared according to the seven days of entering the tomb.

But yesterday, in order to wash Ning Duo's eyes, the water from the spiritual spring had been poured out. Fortunately, the water quality in the dark underground is very good.

He filled the water bag full before walking back quickly.

Walking a long way outside the stone hall, I saw Ning Duo sitting silently, his white clothes had been restored to as white as new, presumably this person loves cleanliness and had already washed his clothes with a small cleansing technique.

It's just that there are still remaining bloodstains on the white silk covered in front of his eyes.

Looking from a distance, he could see his head hanging slightly, and the hand holding the Yinghui sword seemed to be slightly white.

Yuan Qinghang's heart moved, and he deliberately stepped heavily. Sure enough, Ning Duo's body moved imperceptibly, and he turned his ears towards the direction of the voice.

Yuan Qinghang walked to his side and said with a smile: "Why, are you afraid that I will really leave?"

Ning Duo turned pale, and said calmly, "I haven't lost the storage bag."

Yuan Qinghang smiled and said nothing, took out the silver needle and various utensils from his side, and began to prepare.

Suddenly, Ning Duo asked in a low voice, "Is it... It's already dawn?"

Yuan Qinghang was stunned, looked up and looked around, suddenly realized, and hurriedly comforted: "It's not that you can't see the light! This is an underground river, surrounded by stone walls, and the light is very poor."

Ning Duo let out an "oh" and didn't speak again.

Yuan Qinghang glanced at his hand quietly.

The fingers gripping the hilt of the sword finally relaxed slightly, and the white knuckles also regained some blood color.

Yuan Qinghang felt pity in his heart, and said softly: "You look up."

Ning Duo raised his head according to his words, Yuan Qinghang gently opened the white silk that covered his eyes, opened a thin slit, and carefully covered the dim light around him.

"The situation is good." He said relievedly, "I'll wash it with clean water for you, please bear with it."

The blood on the whites of the eyes has faded a lot, and the congested pupils have also healed.

He opened the water bag, poured the detoxifying pill into the water and shook it well, rinsed Ning Duo's eyes very slowly and evenly, and asked, "How is it? Does it hurt?"

Ning Duo said softly, "It didn't hurt last night, but now it does."

Yuan Qinghang was overjoyed: "That's great, it's a good thing to have feelings!"

The poison Li Qinghong used is not difficult to identify, the most feared thing is that it will burn the optic nerve after it penetrates into the fundus of the eye, if it remains numb and insensitive, that would be terrible.

Ning Duo lay quietly, letting him wash, and suddenly said in a low voice, "Rinse with plenty of water at the first time...is the most important thing?"

Yuan Qinghang gave the silver needle a meal, and said with a smile: "Have you finally thought of it?"

Ning Duo was silent for a while: "Why didn't you explain last night?"

Yuan Qinghang snorted: "I don't want to say it myself, I want you to think about it for a while."

The eye is injured, and it is highly poisonous. There are no more than two ways to deal with it immediately.

Some poisons cannot see water, such as the most common quicklime in the folk. Once it gets into the eyes, washing with water is not only ineffective, but also generates a lot of heat, and it is common to burn the eyes.

For this kind of trauma, the priority treatment is to remove the foreign body first, and then deal with it.

And Ning Duo's eyes were stained with plant venom. At this time, he must ensure that a large amount of clean water is washed as soon as possible, the sooner the better.

If it was delayed a little longer and the venom penetrated deep into the eyes, Hua Tuo might not be able to do anything even if he was alive.

At that time, Li Qinghong succeeded in secretly plotting, firstly, the water volume of the spiritual spring beside Yuan Qinghang was not enough; secondly, Li Qinghong was staring at him, as long as there was a little resistance, the rescue would not be able to proceed.

If there was no hint in his mind, Yuan Qinghang might not have imagined this unimaginable and risky move——

The eyelids were stretched open with silver needles, and the person was thrown into the opposite waterfall.

Not only can it get rid of Li Qinghong's entanglement and obstruction, but most importantly, the water flow of the waterfall can continuously wash away Ning Duo's injured eyes, washing away the remaining venom immediately!

Time was running out, and at that time, I was only thinking about how to keep Ning Duo's eyes, so I didn't even bother to think about it, and I jumped down, which was tantamount to committing my life to this Great Desolation Formation.

……

Ning Duo turned pale, closed his eyes tightly, and said, "What if I never think of it?"

Yuan Qinghang smiled: "Then I'm not afraid, anyway, your Yinggui Sword can't kill me."

Ning Duo clenched his fists suddenly: "Yinghui sword can't hurt you, but it doesn't mean I can't kill you. I can crush someone's throat with a slight movement of my palm."

Yuan Qinghang moved briskly, pulled out the two silver needles next to his temples, helped him reapply a dose of ointment, and then replaced it with a clean, as-new white silk, and tied it behind Ning Duo's head.

"You will not."

Ning Duo said coldly: "Have you ever thought about it, what if I thought you and Li Qinghong were going to kill me together and woke up and killed you in a daze?"

Yuan Qinghang smiled and said: "How come? Ning Xianjun is not such an indiscriminate person."

Ning Duo turned over and sat up, holding Yinghui Sword tightly, hissed: "But did you get my consent for you to do this?"

Yuan Qinghang looked at him inexplicably: "You...are you blaming me?"

Ning Duo remained silent, but his chest heaved slightly.

Yuan Qinghang thought for a long time, and finally suddenly realized: "Ah, I decided to save your eyes first on my own initiative. Now that I think about it, it is indeed too reckless."

If he had a fierce fight with Li Qinghong, he might not be able to lead Ning out of the battle, although it would delay the chance of treatment, but even if he was blind, at least he could survive.

Instead of being stuck here, waiting hopelessly to die.

Ning Duo's voice seemed to tremble slightly: "Yes. I'd rather be blind than be trapped here!"

Yuan Qinghang was silent.

He was in a daze for a while, then smiled wryly: "I'm sorry... I hurt you."

Ning Duo stood up suddenly, groped and hurried to the side.

Yuan Qinghang froze for a moment, chased after him, and stretched out his hand to grab him: "What are you doing?"

Ning Duo turned sideways, fluttered away his arms, his expression was as cold as ice: "Go away, I will be blind if I don't want you to help me cure my illness."

Yuan Qinghang stared at him blankly: "Hey, even if you are a patient, you can't lose your temper with the doctor like this."

With a sweep of Ning Duo Yinghui's sword, the sword energy shot out vertically and horizontally, running through the entire stone hall.

With the help of the echo and sword energy, he walked straight forward accurately, touched the innermost corner alone, faced the stone wall, and went straight into meditation.

This sitting is two hours.

Yuan Qinghang stayed aside, watching someone like an old monk in meditation, worried and anxious for a while, and gritted his teeth for a while.

Crazy man!

Obviously usually calm, self-denying, and reasonable, how could he suddenly become so unreasonable.

The point is, okay, why did you suddenly lose your temper?

Even if the method is not the best solution, at least I can be regarded as giving up my life to accompany a gentleman... Eh? !

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he peeked at Ning Duo's stern side face, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

He quietly released the little dream-making beast, and tapped its nose with his finger: "Dodo? Xiaodo?"

While screaming softly, he secretly glanced at Ning Duo beside him.

Sure enough, Ning Duo moved his ears and straightened his back.

Yuan Qinghang laughed so hard in his heart that he continued to speak sincerely: "Duo Duo, you feel bored like a gourd every day. This is not the way. You can't bark when you are hungry or thirsty. I don't know what to say if you are bored."

Ning Duo's face suddenly became speechless, and even the roots of his ears turned red, as if he was so shocked by this sudden intimate and disgusting name that he was completely speechless.

Yuan Qinghang suppressed a smile, and stroked the hair on the back of the little dream-making beast: "By the way, do you prefer to be called Duoduo, or Xiaoduo?"

Ning Duo finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said in a low voice, "...None of them."

Yuan Qinghang turned his head in surprise, his voice exaggerated: "Ah, what did Ning Xianjun say?"

He grabbed the little dream-making beast and put it into Ning Duo's arms: "Come on, let's get acquainted. My Xiaoduo is 'Duo' of 'how many'. It's not Ning Duo's 'Duo'."

Ning Duo's face froze, from red to white, and he clenched his snow-white teeth.