Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Yuan Qinghang slowly approached the corpse, with complicated emotions, watching intently...

In the middle of the high platform, there is a round low column, as flat as a mirror, made of jade and rock, pearly white in color, and shining with precious light.

The black-clothed corpse sat leaning against the column, Yuan Qinghang's fingers just touched a corner of his body, there was a crisp sound of "crash", the skeleton finally fell apart sadly, and the glistening white bones fell to the ground.

A monstrous killing intent suddenly rolled out from behind the corpse.

The white bones fell down, and pieces of black iron fragments flew from behind the corpse, with endless arrogance!

The white jade and black gold fan in Yuan Qinghang's hand suddenly trembled, as if he felt this strange phenomenon, he was extremely excited.

There was a sudden movement in his heart, and his body was pulled up sharply, facing the killing intent in the air.

Dozens of fan bones suddenly sank, gold and stone staggered suddenly sounded, faintly contained the sound of wind and thunder, shaking Yuanqing's tiger's mouth aching and numb, and his wrist sank suddenly, as if it was extremely heavy.

The weapon that Ji Banxia helped him build was made of extremely rare materials. It looked light and agile in the hand, and it danced gracefully, but it was actually not light.

If it wasn't for the fact that he had already formed the golden elixir for the first time, it would be extremely difficult to hold it only with the strength of his wrist.

But now that these invisible killing intents have submerged into the fan bones, the whole weight is as if several huge shot puts have fallen. On the black silk, the original dots of gold dust shine brighter, like stars flickering.

At the same moment, a strange feeling snaked up the fan bone and passed to the heart.

Yuan Qinghang was in a daze, as if stunned.

Ning Duo stared at him intently, not daring to disturb him, with worry in his eyes.

After a while, Yuan Qinghang took a light breath, looked at Ning Duo, and said concisely: "The fragments of the soldier's soul...Zhanhong."

Ning Duo's eyes suddenly froze, and he blurted out: "Your uncle's weapon, the demon sword chops the rainbow?"

Yuan Qinghang nodded, and looked down at the black iron pieces scattered around.

What merged into the fan was not the complete soldier soul, but also just the wreckage of the soldier soul.

As we all know, Yuan Zuoyi was killed by all the masters of Xianzong. It seems that when he died, he experienced an extremely tragic battle, which led to the destruction of this famous demon sword so thoroughly that even the soul of the soldier could not be condensed.

Ning Duo's eyes were burning, and he suddenly raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at the white jade fan in Yuan Qinghang's hand.

As soon as the two weapons were handed over, the two of them were excited and said "ah" at the same time.

Ning Duo said in a daze, "Ying Huijian seems very sad now."

Yinghuijian's soldier soul is well preserved, and has not been destroyed with the death of its owner, so it can leave its self-consciousness. At this moment, it seems that there are only fragments of the familiar breath left, and it begins to become at a loss, sad and sad .

Yuan Qinghang stood quietly, and said in a daze for a while: "On my side, I can only feel that the pieces of Zhanhong are very excited."

Zhanhong was too completely damaged, although the fragments still carried the fierceness of killing and attacking in his lifetime, but even if they were integrated into the fan bones, they were so weak that even the word "Zhanhong" could not be condensed.

But just now, when the white jade fan and the Yinghui sword touched each other, some emotions from the Zhanhong fragment suddenly exploded, overwhelming the sky.

It seems that I can't believe it after reuniting after a long absence, and it seems that I am about to put it back together happily.

But in any case, there is no hostility and anger, let alone hatred and resentment.

……

Yuan Qinghang calmed down.He squatted down and looked carefully at the white bones on the ground.

If Ning Wanfeng's corpse was sleeping peacefully and there were no abnormalities in the remains, then Yuan Zuoyi's remains were too horrible to look at.

On the white bones, there are dense cracks.

Some of them could not be regarded as cracks, they were simply broken from it, and the blood stains penetrated deep into it. After many years, the bones were no longer clean, and now they fell to the ground, and some of them were broken into pieces.

Yuan Qinghang first bowed solemnly to the remains, and silently said "Uncle, don't blame it" before starting to inspect it.

It has been a long time, and the flesh and blood have disappeared, and no flesh wounds can be seen, and it is difficult to judge accurately.

After a while, he finished examining the two remains, and sighed faintly: "The cause of Ning Xianchang's death cannot be seen, but there is faint residual blood seeping into the bone on the chest, and the fatal injury is very likely on the chest."

He looked at Yuan Zuoyi's remains: "As for my uncle, he was seriously injured in many places before he died, and there were not only bloodstains but also toxins on several broken bones. It may be that the enemy's weapons were poisoned, or Not long before his death, he was poisoned himself."

Ning Duo stared at the broken bones, with a flash of unbearable expression in his eyes: "No matter what... when he died, it should be a bloody battle to the end."

Yuan Qinghang chuckled, but there was no real smile in his eyes: "It is said that he kills like hemp, is cruel and evil. Hehe, but so many masters besieged him with a variety of methods, and poison was used. It is not allowed Does he resist?"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and a knot of depression rushed up in his chest: "I see those immortal masters who besieged and suppressed the Demon Sect back then are really shameless!"

Ning Duo looked at him with gentle eyes: "You are right."

Yuanqing Hangzheng was full of anger. Hearing such a gentle sentence from him, he couldn't help laughing: "I'm scolding the Supreme Master of your Cangqiong Sect."

That Shang Yuan, who is still in retreat, seems to be the initiator of the crusade against the Immortal League?

Ning Duo said indifferently: "Right is right, wrong is wrong. If Yuan Zuoyi really harmed the innocent, the Pojin Jue should really be destroyed, and it would be an upright battle. Isn't it glorious to win with the many?"

Yuan Qinghang was elated and gave him a thumbs up: "Oh, my uncle will definitely like you if he hears your words!"

This ordinary sentence seemed to make Ning Duo's ears turn slightly red. He lowered his head and said, "He must have high vision. Only people like my uncle can catch his eyes."

Yuan Qinghang enthusiastically said: "Xianjun Ning has a celestial appearance, and little Xianjun Ning is not bad either—you see, when his Zhanhong just touched you, he was very happy, I can feel it."

Ning Duo replied softly, "En."

Yuan Qinghang peeked at him, and for some reason, he started to think wildly again: "Ah, my uncle likes him, and his uncle likes me too. If there is a man and a woman, this is like meeting the parents... But we are both men , if you are in love with Jinlan, you can also bring it to the elders to see."

The silence in Xiaotiandi was abnormal, and all sounds could be heard clearly. Inexplicably, Yuan Qinghang seemed to hear his heart beating faster and faster.

Ning Duo remained silent, walked around behind the column, and suddenly waved: "Come and see here."

Yuan Qinghang followed behind, his eyes suddenly widened.

Behind the cylinder, the surface of the cylinder is smooth, engraved with some golden runes, and it is faintly shining with splendor!

Yuanqing Hang stared at those runes, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

After a while he turned his head, his voice excited: "A fragment of Shu Zong's mental method! It seems very strange, unlike any genre I know."

Ning Duo was slightly surprised: "You haven't seen it before?"

Yuan Qinghang said: "It's like the kind that was lost in ancient times. Some can control ghosts and suppress evil, and some can get rid of pollution."

Ning Duo looked at him with a gentle expression: "Don't worry, you can think about it slowly."

Yuan Qinghang was overjoyed, fascinated by the erratic runes, the surrounding water curtain was silent and continuous, and the runes swirled on the cylinder like a goddess scattering flowers.

Looking from the side, all he could see was his jet-black hair, and the golden rings in his hair were faintly shining, matching the surrounding golden runes.

This sitting is most of the day.

I don't know how long it took, he finally raised his head slowly, took a breath,

With a flick of his white wrist, several yellow talisman seals flew out, hitting the transparent water curtain opposite.

The pieces of talisman paper carried a wave of air, and a terrifying killing intent suddenly emerged.

The waterfall water curtain suddenly stagnated, and the talisman wedged into the water curtain. The original extreme tranquility was suddenly broken, and the monstrous sound of water hit the ear drums, and the sky was full of noise.

At this moment, not only the water flow was forcibly stagnated, but even the closed space was torn apart by this blatant blow!

The next moment, the stagnant water resumed its flow, the space closed, and the small world returned to tranquility.

"These runes are indeed ancient spells, extremely mysterious." His eyes shone brightly.

Surprise and joy flashed across Ning Duo's eyes: "That's great."

Yuan Qinghang nodded: "It seems that the rumors are wrong. It is said that the owner of the Wanren Tomb was cast here for his own soldier soul. Looking at it now, he should be a master of magic. When he ascended, he wanted to stay here. A little bit of Shufa's heart and soul is in the world, so I deliberately found this mountain far away from the world and set up a large formation for protection."

Ning Duo looked gentle: "You are destined to be with him."

Yuan Qinghang sighed: "It's just that these techniques are too obscure, and I can only realize one or two out of ten, but it doesn't matter. After I remember it, I will go out and study it slowly with Uncle Ji."

His gaze fell on the center of those runes, and he suddenly moved closer.

He squinted his eyes, reached out and tapped lightly in a golden circle rune.

Ripples trembled around the pillar, and a ring-shaped groove was exposed impressively.

Yuan Qinghang's mind turned, quickly rolled up his sleeves, and rolled down the pair of bracelets that combined into one.

The bracelet was put into the groove, and sure enough, it fit perfectly, not too big or too small, it just fit inside!

Looking at the vicinity of the groove, it is obvious that there are vertical and horizontal cracks, and there is a small collapse mark on the side, which is completely different from the smoothness of other places.

He thought for a while, and then aligned the incomplete part on the bracelet with the collapsed part on the side.

The size fits perfectly.

Yuan Qinghang looked at those old marks and smiled wryly: "There used to be a magic circle in this groove, which protected the treasure bracelet inside, but now it has been destroyed."

No wonder his uncle said "take it by force", he dare not take it by chance, so he pried it off here!

He stared at the broken corner, studied it for a while, pressed down the bracelet lightly, and turned left and right alternately.

With a "click", the originally quiet high platform suddenly trembled violently!

The smooth surface was torn apart, and in the circular groove where the bracelet was located, a faint turbulent flow rushed towards their faces, gradually forming a vertical pupil-shaped vortex in front of them, constantly expanding and expanding, sometimes getting bigger and sometimes getting smaller!

It is exactly the same shape as the formation eye that they entered the formation many days ago, and the coercion and aura leaking out of it are also very similar.

Ning Duo couldn't help but took a step forward, and just as he moved, Yuan Qinghang yelled loudly from behind: "Come back!"

He took a step forward, pushed Ning Duo away, and slapped the white jade and black gold fan vigorously towards the airflow.

On the fan bone, infinite killing intent surged out, with the sharpness and ferocity of the rainbow-slashing blade, blocking the airflow.

He stretched out his other hand, grabbed the pair of bracelets in the groove, and grabbed them back hard.

The vortex shrinks rapidly, the angry vertical pupil disappears in an instant, and the high platform closes again, intact as before.

A piece of Ning Duo's clothes floated into the edge of the vertical pupil, and in an instant, it was twisted into fine powder, falling lightly like snow.

The backs of both of them were suddenly dripping with cold sweat.

This seemingly smaller formation eye is extremely unstable at all. If Ning Duo accidentally steps in, he is afraid that he will be torn apart now!

Yuan Qinghang wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and murmured: "My uncle should have gone out from here. But, but..."

Ning Duo's face was cold and solemn, and he said softly, "But at that time, he was already in the Great Perfection Realm of the magic elixir."

So Yuan Zuoyi was able to cross the foreign land with his own strength and escape calmly, but the two of them did not have this strength.

If you are not careful, you will be drawn into chaos in different time and space, and you may be twisted into a piece of flesh and blood by the unstable space-time cracks in the middle.

……

The vast mountains, the clouds and waves are treacherous.

On the Qianzhong Mountain where the Cangqiong faction is located, the atmosphere is oppressive and solemn.

Several young disciples dressed in white clothes of the Cang Qiong Sect hurried along, leading a group of guests from the Lingxiao Palace to the Chixia Palace.

In the vast Chixia Hall, a few months ago, it was the viewing place for the Grand Competition of the Shuzong. Now the various suzerains and sect masters gathered are still the same, but the atmosphere is completely different.

Everyone's face was gloomy, with expressions of grief and indignation.

The Lingxiao Palace and the Cangqiong Sect are the two most powerful schools in the Sword Sect, and they have always been a bit of a king. In the last competition, the master of his family also excused himself from something and did not come.

But this time, even Chen Feng, the master of their Golden Core Consummation Realm, came here in person.

In the main hall, Ning Cheng, the acting head of the Sky Sect, was greeting the early guests. When he saw Chen Feng appearing in the distance, he hurriedly got off the high platform and came forward to meet him.

Chen Feng's seniority was equal to Shang Yuan's, and he was not young, but he was successful in cultivation and maintained properly. He was dressed in elegant black black clothes, and looked hale and hearty, with radiant eyes.

Seeing Ning Cheng, he just nodded slightly, obviously still seeing him as a junior, not the master of a clan with equal status.

"Master Ning, the Demon Sect's comeback and the killing of many disciples of the Immortal Sect were investigated by the head of your Cangqiong Sect." Chen Feng did not sit down, and his tone was aggressive, "It has been two months now, what is the result?"

Ning Cheng's face was calm: "Master Chen, the humble sect has found out a lot of things, so today I specially invited the suzerains to come and talk about it."

Chen Fengfeng sank like water: "If there is anything that can't be repaired, just ask the spirit bird to send a message. Do you want us old men to come?"

Beside Ning Cheng, Mu Qinghui hurriedly said in a warm voice: "Master Chen, please stay calm. It is really a big matter, and the head of Ning asked the opinions of several families before deciding to invite all the suzerains together today."

Chen Feng waved his sleeves, and said with a sneer, "Don't be restless? Your young master Mu of Shennong Valley is auspicious, and the injury is not serious, so naturally he is not anxious."

The people next to him listened and thought to themselves: "It's no wonder that Dianzhu Chen is rude, he has lost a son."

Going to Wanren Tomb, the outstanding juniors in each family suffered heavy casualties. Not only did several disciples die in the fog and mist, the most tragic thing was that the young disciple with the highest cultivation level in their family, Chen Dianzhu's eldest son Chen Abandoning worry is not to see people when they are born, and not to see corpses when they are dead.

Everyone else was killed in the mist formation, but he didn't even come out, and disappeared directly in the Ten Thousand Blade Tomb, which can be called bizarre.

At the table in front of the guest of honor, Mu Anyang, the owner of the Shennong Valley, looked calm: "The dog was also pierced through the chest by the monster of the Demon Sect. It is a fluke to survive. Besides, he suffered more injuries than others."

No one in the hall answered, but they didn't think so in their hearts.

The young master of the Mu family seemed to be seriously injured when he was rescued, but he recovered very quickly. It is said that he is almost fully recovered now. It must be the magic medicine of Shennong Valley.

But Young Master Mu was really unlucky, everyone else was injured on his body, only he was stabbed in the face by the vicious Mozong monster for some reason!

The scar is unusual, it is said that it was cut by a demonic dagger, it is extremely difficult to heal, even Mu Anyang is helpless.

Originally a beautiful and noble young master, he seemed disfigured. It was said that he was unhappy all day long and didn't want to see anyone at all.

But, after all, it's a child's heart, so it doesn't matter if there are some scars on the face, a man, who can't rely on his face to make a living?