Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Of course Jiang Yinghe knew what the other party meant.

He recalled the difference between the disciples' treatment of themselves and others, and indeed tasted something unusual.

"So," Yun kept sighing, "What standard does the senior apprentice accept? See whose background is worse? Let me tell you that children who lose their parents when they are young are the easiest to rely on the teacher. For thousands of years without accepting disciples and no experience, I love them too much..."

Yan Caiwei who was next to her covered her lips and coughed twice to remind her. Yun kept stopping her words, looking at Jiang Yinghe's expression and silently added: "But the aptitude is really good, um, it's really one in a million."

Jiang Yinghe thought for a long time before he said lightly: "If you can't even rely on me, then you are truly unaccompanied."

He stood up from his seat, the black-bottomed crane-patterned robe sleeve slipped from the tea table, the fingers in the sleeves lifted up to tidy up the collar, and then nodded to the three of them and left the main hall of the proceedings.

When Yun kept seeing him leaving, he originally wanted to say something, but then was juggled by Senior Sister Yan again before he could bear the words.

It wasn't until the fragrance of Jiang Yinghe's body slowly dissipated indoors that Yan Caiwei said, "Don't worry, there is only the feeling of mentor and apprenticeship and love in Junior Brother Jiang's heart. There is absolutely no possibility of any other signs."

Junior Brother Xiaoyun shook his hand, looked at the direction he was leaving, and made a fuss for a while, and said: "Of course I know, but I always feel that those cubs are too sticky to my senior. When facing their master, Compared to a gentle and kind person, when he goes outside, his fierce nature is revealed. If Brother Jiang's love roots are retrieved in the future, which female cultivator he wants to associate with, will they really recognize it?"

What Yun kept questioning was what Yan Caiwei and Zhou Zhengping were thinking about.

"The abbot of Lan Ruo Temple once deduced that he had a catastrophe in love, but Brother Jiang's love roots are not in him. The more I think these days, the more I feel that it is possible that the disciple should be here..."

"Stop talking." Zhou Zhengping glanced at him and stroked the dust, "His apprentice relies on the teacher again, what can he do to the master's Taoist companion? And the change above the immeasurable sky has not disappeared, as the root of the wisdom sword of the eyes. I can't get it back."

Yan Caiwei said: "With the help of the abbot of Lanruo Temple, we can help Junior Brother Jiang erase the memories of dissecting his love roots. You tell him these unnecessary worries, but they only add pain to him."

She's halfway through

, Calculated for a moment, and then said: "Besides, a sword repairer like my junior brother is clear and unrefined, and it is otherworldly, and you can't easily let any female practitioner succeed."

Yun Buxiu was still a little bit unequal. When he heard him say this, he didn't know what he thought of, and his expression became even more weird. After a while, he said, "But Brother Jiang... seems to be more like a man?"

As soon as this statement fell, Zhou Zhengping and Yan Caiwei's expressions paused, and their eyes focused on the endless body of Yun-under the influence of the incantation of the gods, he had confessed to Jiang Yinghe more than once, and was smashed into the ground countless times by his brother backhand. .

Yunchang: "...I didn't mean that..."

Yan Caiwei gave him a meaningful look: "Okay, don't explain it. Senior brother, let's look at him."

Zhou Zhengping thought it so: "It should be."

Yun endlessly: "...you guys???"

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The ghost aura in Yunzhou City rushed into the sky, stronger than it was a hundred years ago.

When the disciple Penglai came here, he was so shocked by the scene of Hyakki Ye Xing that he couldn't walk, let alone calm down evil cultivation. Seeing a ghost repair on weekdays is an eye-opening level, let alone such a scene.

The younger generation of disciples can barely protect themselves from being eaten by ghosts. The real cleanup of ghosts still requires senior brothers and elders to come. This time there are many righteous people, and there are several real people in the Penglai School. The presence of Xianjun was not too dangerous.

However, only Jiang Yinghe and others know the real danger.

The earth atmosphere in Yunzhou City was completely destroyed, all directions collapsed, and the cold and gloomy atmosphere swayed around, which was more serious than a hundred years ago.

What is the reason for this? Jiang Yinghe retracted the Wangchen sword, looked at the young wonderful monk in the snow-white robes, and asked, "Master Huijing?"

Above his ice and snow long sword, the body of the sword was faintly cold, and the cold light removed the ghostly energy from the sword one by one, and restored to its original state.

Zen Master Huijing is the younger brother of the abbot of Lanruo Temple. He is already the cultivation base of the Yuanshen stage, and is a well-known cause and effect Buddha cultivation. He was covered in a snow-white robe, he was very young, and there was a red Buddha mark between his brows.

"The little monk is incompetent and has never seen cause and effect."

Jiang Yinghe frowned lightly and said, "That place, I'm afraid it's..."

Before he could finish his words, a heavy ghost aura suddenly rose among the people of the Penglai faction not far away, and it rose into the sky as if it had substance, even more violent than what had just been seen.

But there seems to be no disciple in the center of the ghostly spirit, some young people who are closer

The generation scrambled to scatter around, revealing the ghostly surroundings, with only two figures standing alone.

Li Huan's **** eyes were deep, and he stood holding a sword; the long night beside him yawned and looked with interest at someone who was wrapped in a cold ghost.

In a short time, even the Hyakki Yexing that had just subsided became violent. At the same time, the dark clouds on the horizon shook, and a ray of lightning from the sky protruded beyond the clouds, revealing a hideous face.

"... Yuan Ying-period crossing the catastrophe?" Zen Master Hui Jing said in a daze, "How can I be so ghostly...Huh, Jiang Xianjun——"

He stared blankly at Jiang Yinghe rushing into the place where the ghostly spirit was the deepest and the sky thunder was aimed at, and the snow-white sleeves passing by, forming a strong contrast with the dimness of the sky and the earth.

It seemed as if a hazy morning light came into the eyes, shuttled into the deep ghostly atmosphere without hesitation, descending from the horizon into the underworld.

The little novice monk next to him pulled the sleeve of the Zen master and said: "Master, the person who crossed the robbery is the second disciple of Xuanwei Xianjun."

Zen Master Huijing chanted the Buddha's name, then turned his gaze, looked around, and muttered: "The world says he is cold."

The little novice monk tilted his head in doubt, and heard the Zen master's next sentence.

"Help the people, and pity the disciples. The journey is far away and the ambition is strong. This is the first kind of gentleness in the world."

This sentence was really very light, and disappeared in an instant, only the gloomy ghost energy that erupted with Qin Jun as the center under the endless tumbling purple lightning thunder.

Li Huanhan and Chang Ye didn’t have any expressions at first. They only felt that this evil spirit was rebuilding the Tribulation. They only realized the seriousness of the problem when they saw Jiang Yinghe rushing in... Master wouldn’t think that the **** Qin Jun had a fragile physique. , Did you get a ghostly recurrence, right? !

The two of them are almost the same in cultivation base as Qin Jun. The evil spirit did not hide it, and naturally saw clearly, but Jiang Yinghe has been concealed and deceived by him...

Li Huanhan squeezed the middle of the scabbard and stared at the center of the ghostly hovering intently. When he was about to step forward, he was stopped by Chang Ye.

"Are you going to tell Master?" The little brother who only showed half of his cheeks had a deep expression, and said to him with special sound transmission skills: "Senior Brother Li, at this time, when you enter an area with such a strong ghost, you are also an evil cultivator. The magic..."

Li also glanced at him coldly and indifferently: "Fifty steps laugh a hundred steps."

"I'm just afraid that you will tear down each other's platform and affect me." Junior Brother Chang Ye turned his head, the haze in his eyes disappeared, and he smiled sweetly, "I still want to be by Master's side and accompany him for more than a hundred years.

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Qin Jun is indeed "relapse of old disease."

As an evil spirit, such a strong ghost aura is a great tonic to him, so he accidentally affected the Heavenly Crossing Thunder——he and Li Huanhan could have advanced to the soul, it’s just It's just the way it's been in the previous life.

But both of them are trying their best to postpone, the faster the realm rises, the less the aura of Taoist authentic gong body on the surface will be. The master's body is full of authentic pure spiritual power of Taoism, and he doesn't want to be at any distance from Jiang Yinghe.

The ghostly energy around his body continued to diffuse, and his right hand, which he had concealed for a long time and had been holding the sword, also began to disintegrate, revealing the dense white bones.

This is just a stage of the ghost cultivation method. Three thousand years ago, his true appearance was like this. While the flesh and blood of Qin Jun's right hand slowly dissolved and disappeared, returning to its original appearance, it also released part of Shen Feng's long-standing power.

But he didn't expect Jiang Yinghe to charge into the sky at the ghostly spirit and rush in at Giding Tianlei.

The master's breath passed through the cold air and suddenly came to him, just like pulling him out of a sleeping cocoon more than a hundred years ago.

Jiang Yinghe didn't notice his hand right away, but directly used the exercises to protect his heart and Yuan Ying, and immediately said: "Forgetting power through the catastrophe."

"Master..."

"Be obedient, fate through the catastrophe." Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes and looked at him. There was a faint tremor in his quieter voice during the week. "The teacher is here."

Qin Jun was taken aback.

He heard Jiang Yinghe steady his breath, some self-blaming voices.

"You shouldn't have let you come..." The voice was low, poking straight into the heart of the evil spirit, stabbing blood, "It's my negligence."

Qin Jun looked at his eyes and the worry that appeared between his eyebrows. It took a lot of strength to resist the urge to kiss him.

Why kiss instead of eating?

Qin Jun didn't know, and he didn't want to think about it.

He only knew that at this moment, how much he wanted to bring Master back to the realm of ghost repairs, and wanted to pull this thousand-year-old sword repairer into the red dust.

The bone-only hand held the corner of his master's clothes, as if holding up a piece of crystal clear, easy to melt snow.

Even if the ice is biting, you must block it, and don't let it go.