Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Li Huanhan's birth, even if it is recorded in the classics, is only a few sentences, and then lost the follow-up. Then, he conspired to usurp the throne and beheaded the Lord of the Demon Sect at that time, and became the description of the Zuo Dao giant.

Therefore, Jiang Yinghe was not mentally prepared to see this scene.

Ning Fengyao fled back to the Celestial Demon Cult. At this moment, the scale of the Celestial Demon Cult and Li Huanhan's command was very different. The cults at that time were still competing for the top spot, and they were evenly matched.

The injured woman knelt on the outside of the screen, and the child in her arms had blood red eyes and looked straight at the figure inside the screen.

The leader is turning two beads in his hands, constantly moving his hand bones.

"The dog of the bereavement." The leader said.

Indeed, Ning Fengyao, as a saint, eloped and colluded with Zhengdao Jianxiu and left the teaching. But at this moment, when suffering, surrounded by all directions and desperate, he returned to this devouring cave.

"You said let me raise this child." The leader knocked on the pipe, "Is your life in exchange for?"

Ning Fengyao said: "Only if the leader is useful, the cultivation base, soul, and body are all unavailable. Ask the leader to protect my son."

Her voice was extremely hoarse, like molten steel and burnt porcelain, which had changed from a sullen voice that confuses all living creatures to a broken piece of waste.

The person behind the screen laughed.

"If I don't agree, do you still want to learn from Li Yunxiao and blew the Nascent Soul?"

The woman stared at him tightly: "It's not a bad idea."

The atmosphere suddenly stagnated.

"Isn't an obedient primordial soul more valuable than a dangerous person who blew himself up at any time?"

Ning Fengyao stood up and held the child's hand all the time: "As long as the leader takes the heart demon oath and protects my son from growing up, Feng Yao will agree to everything."

I don't know which one moved him, maybe it was the use value, maybe it was the word "everything".

As the candlelight in the room was about to burn through, the person behind the screen agreed to the deal.

The subsequent viewing angle was a bit chaotic. Jiang Yinghe couldn't tell what was going through for a while, and when the light gradually stabilized, he saw drops of blood dripping again.

This is the third time he has seen bleeding in a short period of time. Jiang Yinghe subconsciously looked for the injured person and saw that the boy in black was covered with stab wounds on his entire arm.

The scars of the knife are deeply visible in the bones, not as if they were made by learning, just a random hack. And the black-clothed boy who looked less than ten years old did not move his eyebrows, he was accustomed to it, his eyes were bright red and cold.

Jiang Yinghe looks around

Around, I found that this was a place like a water prison. At the next moment, the prison door opened, and a young man in a beautiful suit came in and said with a sarcasm: "So this traitor's evil seed is not dead yet?"

As the little son walked out, dozens of young people behind him in the clothes of the disciple of the Heavenly Demon Cult followed him out, with expressions of disgust and contempt, and a hint of jealousy that was so concealed that they were imperceptible.

"The evil seed is the evil seed, and the viability is tenacious, just like his mother who was made a puppet!"

"It's just a common utensil, it's a plaything for teaching. If it wasn't for Ning Fengyao's strength to be useful, my dad would have dealt with this kid long ago."

"Bah, I still have the face to come back and seek refuge. People like this don't deserve to have the body of a demon. As long as the young master says a word, he should remove his spiritual root..."

Unfortunately, these are all in the heart demon's oath, to save his life and let him practice, everyone knows that this is the bottom line of the leader.

Ning Fengyao's choice was just a crazy gambler who put all his wealth on a single bet. If Li is still cold, he will be able to avenge him.

Jiang Yinghe couldn't hear this. He glanced at the dozen or so young children, and couldn't help but leaned in Li Huanhan's direction. After getting closer, he realized that the other party had more injuries.

Knife marks and bone cracks, in the huge wounds that were gradually healed, struggling with a few centipedes that were forced into the cracks.

Jiang Yinghe's mind was empty, and he wanted to take out the foreign body and heal the wound, but he couldn't touch it with his hand. This was just his past.

Jiang Yinghe's hand paused for a long time, but he could only retract it in embarrassment.

When he started at the beginning of the year, he even smoothed and smoothed the turbid qi in the opponent's body. Now, how can he see this kind of scene.

Jiang Yinghe felt so distressed that his disciple who refused to let him suffer any injury, how could he have suffered such suffering.

He slowed down, still the foul language of a group of teenagers in his ears. Jiang Yinghe settled down, raised his eyes and looked at him, only to see an unknown chill in those bright red blood eyes.

The group of people saw him look up, their words were stunned, a rather dog-legged little brother leaned forward and said: "Young master, I see, this madman's demon body is a good match for you, you Seeing that he barely speaks and his aptitude is dull, it is really a waste of physique..."

The little son slapped the little brother who came up with one hand, and said in a gloomy voice: "Do you think I don't want to?! It is my father who wants to protect his spiritual roots and keep this awkward life, or else

On the day he did it to me, I had already dug up the spiritual roots of this evil seed! "

The young man in jinyiyufu turned around and left, and the people in the back walked away.

For the young master's active hand, the injury... should have been cut out by the young master who vented his anger after being subdued.

Jiang Yinghe shifted his gaze to look at the silent boy in black, watching him stretch out his hand and tear open the half-healed wound.

"...It's still cold!"

When he spoke out, he remembered that the other party could not hear him.

Jiang Yinghe suppressed the words and watched him tear open the wound, turning it dripping with blood, watching him smash the twisted centipede inside and crush the insect's corpse into powder.

He even watched Li Huanhan pull out the nails embedded in his bones when he was subduing him, as if he didn't feel the difficulty or pain for this kind of forbidden magic weapon.

Jiang Yinghe didn't dare to look any more, he could only watch the blood on the ground congealed, reflecting the sleeves of his clothes that were soaked in blood and dark red.

In the process, he still didn't say a word.

The inlay nails were thrown into a pool of blood, there were more than a dozen.

Jiang Yinghe avoided his gaze, turned his gaze to look at him, and saw the other person staring at the open space in front of him, and there was nothing in his eyes.

There is no despair, no hope, no emotional ups and downs and waves, whether it is the pain of being under the fence, the suffering of all kinds of torture, or the deep killing intent on the shoulders of blood... there is nothing.

Jiang Yinghe's heart trembled out of thin air.

This kind of childhood shadow is very normal even if it is a problem child, it is already very good when he is still cold, he...

Just when Jiang Yinghe's thoughts could no longer move, Li Huanhan raised his bloodstained hand and rubbed his eyes.

His voice was extremely low and mute, like a tomb that hadn't seen the sun for a long time, and a feeling of depression spread from the inside out.

"……Too dark."

It is indeed too dark here.

A dark place is more than just this dungeon.

Jiang Yinghe only heard two words, and felt that he couldn't stand it. He spent a long time mentally building and mentally soothing before he let himself stick to it.

Tortures like this often occur, depending on whether someone targets it.

But even if such malicious targeting has always existed, Li Huanhan's progress is absolutely comparable. He concealed his strength and behaved dull, so reluctant to say that he was almost thought to be dumb.

Knowing that within the Heavenly Demon Sect, when passing by Ning Fengyao who was made into a puppet, he can also be quiet and plain, as if he has no feelings for him.

At the same time, the successor of the Demon Sect was eating and drinking

Have fun, covet to enjoy, pile up realm with pill. Gradually, the leader of the Celestial Demon Sect began to question his situation and began to show false goodwill.

It's just too late.

He could not detect the authenticity of Li Huanhan, but his own desires were naked-when Li Huanhan grows up, he will be free from the imprisonment of the heart demon's oath to protect him when he grows up. , Go to Linggen.

The old fox showed his fangs, and the little fox pretended to regret. An old and a young man set up a deception for him to wake up. Afterwards, the Hongmen Banquet lasted only a short period of three minutes, and the pitch-black viper bit their lifeline.

Jiang Yinghe is so familiar with Li Huanhan's character, he is meticulous, and he must hit what he asks for.

Between the blood on the ground and the broken arm of the Heavenly Demon Sect, the black-clothed and red-eyed youth raised his head, stepped up the stairs, came to the seat of the leader, and looked at Ning Fengyao who was standing on one side.

The puppet is dead, and there is no look in his eyes.

Li Huanhan stretched out his hand, shattered the puppet mark in her body, hugged Ning Fengyao, who had been walking for many years, and walked out of the pool of blood.

Jiang Yinghe followed him and saw him bury Ning Fengyao on the top of the mountain, at the highest point among the peaks, on the peak with sparse pines and cypresses, which is the place closest to the clouds.

Everything that followed was very much in line with the book's records.

He expanded the Heavenly Demon Sect, unified the entire Demon Sect, and ascended to the position of the Lord. He was the head of the Demon Cultivation in the world. He was cruel and ruthless.

His strength expanded to a frightening degree. Within three hundred years, the Righteous Dao factions were forced to retreat and retreat, and the several Righteous Dao monks who executed Li Yunxiao at that time were forced to disperse their souls.

The evil is full, and the sin is overwhelming.

Jiang Yinghe memorized the record in his mind.

The blood shadow appeared at this stage. It was Li Huanhan’s inner demon, but this inner demon was nothing good. It could be played and kneaded by Li Huanhan over and over, let it be driven, and finally he was even accompanied by a magic weapon. Refined together, it has all the effects of searching for things.

Afterwards, he went smoothly to the realm of the half-step Jinxian, and ushered in the thunder crossing the sky.

Even though Jiang Yinghe knew the result, he was still more nervous than him, until the thunder of Hedao smashed down, not to mention that Li was still cold, even Jiang Yinghe was dumbfounded.

Daoxin asked without a word.

After the thunder, there was only a darkness that was silent as death.

If crossing the robbery is compared to an exam, then even the question is not given.

One, two, three...

It's still dark.

Just as Jiang Yinghe looked at

When he was, there was nothing in these **** eyes.

too dark.

His life, from birth to death, in all the processes is dim, with no color at all, only endless darkness.

The Blood River Demon Lord has fallen.

Jiang Yinghe finally ushered in this moment. He felt that he had suffered a great torture both physically and mentally. After finally reading this unbearable previous life, he found that his perspective suddenly changed, and the picture of Bai Heyuyu appeared.

It seemed that when he had just accepted him as a disciple, there was a full moon night, which relieved the turbid gas conflict in his body.

Although Li Huanhan was still taciturn at that time, after more than ten years of getting along, his demeanor gradually softened.

The dark robe walked out of the mysterious door, and the crane spirit at the door slept snuggling.

Li Huanhan stood outside the door, did not leave or speak any more, but stood silently.

In the colder autumn, the bright moon in the night sky is as clear as frost, falling on the corner of the clothes, and the wind is demonstrating the midnight.

It wasn't until the breath in the profound door gradually stabilized that Li Huanhan confirmed that the other party was asleep, and then slowly left.

The picture before him disappeared.

Jiang Yinghe still didn't return to his senses. He didn't transfer his consciousness from the water mirror until his fingers were slightly painful. He stared at the cat who was biting his fingers, and saw the kitten in his arms licking and biting his teeth marks again. Then, the people next to him raised their hands and wiped the corners of his eyes.

"Master." A familiar voice sounded, "What are you looking at?"

Jiang Yinghe did not answer, but turned his head and stared at the **** eyes for a while, then suddenly hugged him.

Unexpectedly, Li Huanhan caught it steadily like a conditioned reflex, and then heard the other party's slightly muffled voice.

"...Look at you."

Jiang Yinghe's words choked up: "...I'm crying with anger."

The author has something to say: Li Huanhan: ...what?

(Although I don’t understand, Master is so cute.)