Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Jiang Yinghe soon discovered that he was wrong.

This **** really wants to borrow with him! Even the marriage room and the contracting process are ready!

This is not just a joke...No, except for this sentence, it should be said that everything else is just a joke.

Jiang Yinghe sat on the soft bed, looked at the dark and gloomy sky outside, then lowered his head and glanced at the faint blue lamp next to him.

The main hall was empty, and the four corners were painted with murals of Yasha Shura and Hyakki Yexing. The lights were like phosphorous fires. They were not warm to the touch, but cold. Except for the occasional little ghosts who serve here, it is as quiet as forbidden.

Jiang Yinghe sighed slowly, feeling that he was no longer behind in the small black room, except that there were no chains, props, whips... and other messy things, too clean. As a master, how could he be this? For good sake!

Sitting on the bed, he lifted the veil on one side, and through the light on the side of the bed, he saw a few books on the small cupboard beside him. He took out one at random and saw that the title of the book was:

"List of Ghost Cultivation Types in the Underworld"

……what?

It feels like an encyclopedia... Jiang Yinghe opened the pages of the book smoothly, and saw that it was full of ghost cultivation knowledge and full of sincerity.

From Boundary Spirits, Hungry Ghosts... to Yasha and Raksha, even the pictures with words, and even the cultivation methods of ghost cultivation. Jiang Yinghe saw halfway through, and suddenly discovered that every ghost repair seemed to have a line written under it: sucking food with high quality spirits can improve the cultivation level.

Jiang Yinghe paused when he turned the page, and a sudden sense of crisis surged in his heart. Turning back a few pages, he found the precautions for consuming spirits.

1. Try to choose a soul with high quality and good personality.

2. The more kind the soul, the more delicious the taste.

3. Absorb when the soul emotion reaches its extreme, the effect will be better, such as extreme pleasure...

Jiang Yinghe had a cold heart, closed the pages of the book autistically, kept making up a big drama in his mind, and then deduce the "truth".

... Qin Jun didn't think he fell in love with his soul, so he wanted to eat himself when he treated him...

He thought that the injury might only be his self-esteem as a man, but he didn't expect that he was really dead. So the other party is lurking next to him, just to make him happy, and then eat himself?

Jiang Yinghe stared at the above content blankly, feeling that his life was a complete failure, and devoted all his efforts to educating his apprentices and

Righteous way cultivates the future. It turns out that people have a purpose. Anything that touches the world is his wishful thinking.

The last little flame in his heart was about to go out, and he suddenly felt very wronged, and the emotion of almost crying with anger slowly surged up again, and it ate into his chest, making it so stuffy.

At this moment, a familiar low voice sounded from his ears, and Qin Jun's breath surrounded him, embracing him from behind.

"Master...what are you looking at?"

Since the **** regained his status as a half-step golden fairy, Jiang Yinghe could no longer feel his footsteps. He was hugged from the bed by the other party, his arms wrapped around his waist and hugged tightly.

He put the book back in place, took a deep breath, and said blankly: "Nothing."

Qin Jun seemed to care a little about his attitude, but he had no choice but to soften his attitude and whispered: "Master, I don't have a female sister that I like. The person I like has always been you."

Jiang Yinghe was angry and was too lazy to pay attention to him. He already felt that this was a means of evil cultivation to deceive him, so he broke away from his arms, and his eyes were cold: "Double rhetoric and nonsense, how true or false is the suzerain's mouth?"

He knew that Qin Jun didn’t like this title, but at this time his emotions prevailed, and he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t help but continue to question in a strong tone: "If you really care about you and me, then let me go back. , Don't pass it..."

Evil spirits have no real flesh and blood, they are just entities condensed into souls. But these words were still like a very cold and stern blade, stabbing Qin Jun to the softest place.

Why don't you pass it? How to stop? He had only felt preference and tenderness around Master, but at this moment, Master wanted to take all these things back.

Qin Jun's suppressed emotions are almost full, and his already sensitive nerves are touched again and again by such words, and his heart burns more and more.

"No," his voice was muted, "don't go."

Wherever Jiang Yinghe could go, he breathed a sigh of relief and slowly calmed down. He was suddenly grabbed by the opponent's hand and slammed onto the bed.

Jiang Yinghe:!

Wait, wait, is my suspicious sexual orientation forced to bend? No... Even if it is like this, you have to give it a time to accept it, do you want to eat now? ? ? Can you bear it? ? ?

The other party pressed his hand, brought Jiang Yinghe's wrists together and pressed them on top of his head, an extremely terrifying aura glowed everywhere on his body.

Jiang Yinghe earned a bit, but didn't break away at all, and then he felt

A soft silk band tied his hands together. And the **** apprentice on the opposite side pressed his shoulders, and his voice mingled with breathing, slowly sounding.

"Master..."

He only called this sentence.

Jiang Yinghe wanted to hear what the other person was saying, but then he pressed his head down and kissed him, and pressed the other person's lips.

Jiang Yinghe slowly widened his eyes, and his mind of being single for many years suddenly became stunned. He was invaded by the other party into his mouth, hooked the tip of his tongue, and rubbed his lips.

He didn't know how to kiss at all, and even forgot to breathe. After being pressed and kissed by Qin Jun for a while, the corners of his eyes were red, and even his ears burned quickly, so hot that people did not dare to touch it.

But at the same time, Jiang Yinghe's feeling of grievance has also reached its peak-how can he be like this? ! While calling me Master, thinking about the sun makes me meow, deceive the master and destroy the ancestor, what is it!

He violently pulled the ribbon that bound his hands. After struggling for a few times, he felt that the ribbon seemed to be loose in half. Then he drew his hand suddenly, pushed him away with his backhand, and slapped him with his hand faster than his brain.

The crisp applause echoed in the empty hall, and the ghost servant guarding outside the door watched his nose, nose and heart, silent, as if he hadn't heard of it.

Jiang Yinghe's black hair was scattered, his clothes were also messed up by the other party, his lips were slightly flushed, and water was floating in his ink-colored eyes.

He wiped his lips, gritted his teeth and cursed: "You bastard."

How come you are so presumptuous when you are not a person? He has learned to respect the teacher, and has he learned everything from dogs?

Jiang Yinghe didn't think too much about the consequences of angering the other party-the worst is just death, what else? The scholar can be killed and cannot be humiliated, not to mention this kind of blasphemy on the quality of his teaching!

He got angry, and then he slowed down for a while before thinking about seeing Qin Jun's reaction. Just as he raised his eyes, he was hugged by the other party again.

It was almost the same as the way he rushed to protect him that day, blocking the sword energy in the mirror. Only after a day has passed, the moods are different from each other.

Jiang Yinghe didn't have the strength to continue to be angry with him at this time. He embraced him and heard a hoarse voice in his ears.

"Master...eliminates the effect of the medicine."

When he said that Jiang Yinghe only remembered that the last day of the residual medicinal effect of the seven-day acacia was left, and he needed to restrain his passion and let others protect him to dispel the medicinal effect.

Jiang Yinghe didn't say a word for a while, feeling that Qin Jun was buried on his shoulder and took a deep breath, then slightly separated, took his hand, and put him on the beaded magical instrument.

If it were normal at this time, Jiang Yinghe would have been sleepy a long time ago, but in the past two days

The excitement is too great, he really has no sleepiness, plus the fact that the Nether Realm is dark everywhere day and night, and he loses his biological clock even more.

He watched Qin Jun put the beads on his hand.

In the face of such a big difference in strength, the inability to operate the Dao Body is just a reduction from combat power of 5 to combat power of 0. Facing a half-step golden immortal, there is essentially no difference.

Qin Jun did not remove his hand, but slowly clasped his fingers, held Master's slender and soft fingertips in his palm, and asked lowly: "Then Li Huanhan and Changye, in your heart, what is it like? ?"

Jiang Yinghe glanced at him and said, "Naturally, he is a master and apprentice."

Qin Jun looked back deeply, not knowing if there was a trace of pity for the same illness in his heart. He said: "Don't believe them."

Jiang Yinghe was slightly surprised: "What do you mean?"

"it means……"

Qin Jun had just spoken, and his words were suddenly interrupted by a violent shattering and collapsing sound. He suddenly raised his eyes and heard the cracking sound like the ground sinking, the river of the Nether World was flowing backwards, and the ghosts slammed up.

On the horizon, a cold voice passed through thousands of miles.

"Qin Jun——"

It was Li Huanhan's voice.

"Dog stuff, get out of me!"

Along with this voice, in Qin Jun's sense of consciousness, a shadow full of monstrous demon aura stood in the air, hunting in mysterious clothes, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty violence.

Under his sword, the Netherworld Styx was flowing backwards, and the dormant Ghost Xiu surged in all directions, screaming with shaking and fear.

Li Huanhan...

Qin Jun didn't move his eyebrows, and slowly tidied the corners of Jiang Yinghe's clothes, and then covered Jiang Yinghe's eyes with the ribbon that had just tied his hand.

Jiang Yinghe was taken aback, and realized that he couldn't pull it off on his own. He vaguely heard the voice, and quickly asked: "Is it still cold outside? Wait a minute, you..."

His lips were pressed against his fingers, and Qin Jun's breath was depressed and depressed.

"Don't mention his name, Master."

Jiang Yinghe suddenly sensed a sense of danger from his words, and subconsciously stopped the words, and then felt Qin Jun stand up, holding the Zhanyun Sword in his hand.

——How could it be possible to fight, even if everything went smoothly in the Handu Tribulation Retreat, this one in front of me is also a half-step golden immortal!

Jiang Yinghe was impatient for the moment, and said, "Sect Master...Jun'er!"

Qin Jun's steps suddenly stopped.

Jiang Yinghe said, "You... don't hurt him."

His voice was light and pleasant, revealing a momentary urgency.

Don't hurt him...

Qin Jun closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. His heart is at Jiang Yinghe's hand, allowing his every move to pierce and stir, making him, a bloodless evil spirit, feel pain again.

It turns out that those who are heartbroken must be accompanied by a variety of tortures, so that they appear fresh and vivid.

Jiang Yinghe didn't hear the other party's answer. After a short silence, he waited for the other party's emotional words.

"You told me not to hurt him, but you are willing to hurt me like this."

The footsteps are gone.

Jiang Yinghe couldn't tear down the cloth strip in front of him. He didn't know what kind of magic weapon it was. He clearly felt that Han Han and Jun'er must be fighting, but he didn't have the hearing around him at all, but was silent.

Both sight and hearing were blocked, Jiang Yinghe calmed down, and slowly pondered the words Qin Jun said when he left...what does this mean? He beat Jinxian with Yuanshenqi in a half-step, could he still hurt himself?

It's still cold for him... to leave the customs so quickly, I am afraid that the realm is unstable, if you continue to work hard...

The more Jiang Yinghe thought about it, the less it was going to happen. He could not protect himself from the mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and the old father's mentality recurred. He walked a few steps back and forth on the side of the couch and called a few systems in his heart.

However, this system was silent, as if it were just a simple apprentice-cultivating machine, even if the apprentice suddenly became evil and cultivated.

Just when he was full of helplessness, he was suddenly unveiled the blindfolded magic weapon in front of him, and stood in front of a little devil.

It doesn’t look like someone who came here to serve tea and pour water these days. The ghost aura on his body is not strong at all... Jiang Yinghe looked at it halfway, and saw the person in front of him raise his hand to expose the disguised instrument on his face, revealing the Come with a disfigured glamorous face.

It's a long night!

Jiang Yinghe watched him put on the mask again and blinked at himself.

"Master!" Xiao Changye's voice was very brisk, "Hurry up, let's go quickly!"

Jiang Yinghe was startled for a moment: "You...didn't you go back with Junior Brother Xiaoyun?"

Chang Ye patted the corner of his clothes, and threw down all the things he used to disguise ghost repairs one by one, and restored his original appearance. He took Jiang Yinghe's hand and said: "I don't know why, I was very worried about Master, I always felt that something was wrong, and then secretly followed you, and I found something wrong! I didn't expect Senior Brother Qin to be a ghost cultivator. Master is so worried about him running around..."

Halfway through his words, he urged: "While he is not here, let's go quickly—"

Jiang Yinghe didn't doubt that he had him, and said worriedly: "But you

Big Brother..."

"Oh, it's okay." Chang Ye pulled him up, "Master thinks too much, this Sect Master still wants to form a Taoist companion with you, how dare you kill your apprentice?"

As he said, he added in his heart: How could he stop at killing, he just wanted to shatter the corpse.

Jiang Yinghe was dragged away by him in a dubious manner. He saw Chang Ye walk to the back of the bed. He stretched out his hand and pinched a decision. The barrier that enveloped the palace suddenly trembled, revealing a gap.

...How could Ye'er solve this kind of barrier? I haven't taught it?

Jiang Yinghe looked at him blankly as he pulled his hand, Chang Ye seemed to explain with eloquence: "I lurked over here and learned it secretly from the ghosts of the Netherworld."

He talked nonsense casually, gave a stern look, and his eyes were shining: "I have already surveyed. If you walk in this direction, you can enter the base camp of the demon clan, and then pass through the ancient land of the ten thousand demon, and you can return to the East Continent!"

Jiang Yinghe listened patiently, not knowing why there was a subtle feeling, he lightly frowned, "...this route?"

"Right." Chang Ye nodded, "Now the Netherworld is extremely chaotic, and you can escape. Although this route is remote, it is the best route to avoid search."

Chang Ye glanced at the other party's slightly messy hair and red lips, the smile on his lips became brighter, and the exclusivity in his heart became more and more obvious.

He glanced at the book on the head of the bed that seemed to be turned over, feeling a little regretful.

——Unfortunately, the time is rushed, otherwise more content can be added.

What a pity, he only had time to change the most basic and true knowledge of evil cultivation.

The author has something to say: Hehe: You can question my swordsmanship, but you cannot question the quality of my teaching! How could I not cultivate a righteous pillar! ! !

Reader: ...Well, you took the wrong bottle for training your apprentice.