Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples - Chapter 52

During this process, a real person of Yuanwang, the king of medicine, had detected Qin Jun’s situation.

“This person’s spiritual roots are extraordinary, it must be a seed for cultivation of immortals … but the (meat rou) body is infiltrated with ghost spirits, and all the ghosts have been eroded. In the future, on the way to practice, you often need to guide repairs, otherwise …” The real man struck the long beard Sigh, “I’m afraid I’ll take the fire out of the devil and fall into a grudge repair.”

These were also Jiang Yinghe’s judgments. He nodded slightly and asked, “Is there a way?”

“If you want to calm down the ghost spirit, you need to get the blood of the Dao body from the ancestors above the void realm to purify the body. After the child himself breaks through the Yuan infant, he can stabilize the foundation and will not be affected.”

Jiang Yinghe immediately thought of the bite on the collarbone when the other person rescued him that day. Presumably, he was also unwilling to fall, and he wanted to return to the right path.

He nodded his head and said goodbye to the real medicine Wang Gu, and then looked at Yan Caiwei beside him, saying, “What do you think?”

On the 10th, Yan Caiwei did many things to appease the wounded and purify the evil spirits, and several confessions were set up by the Anzhou people. These two days were worrying about the human willingness of these Shinto monks.

She sighed and said, “Tell him to get started. Wouldn’t you like to be fed by you all the time? Will Li Huanhan be willing?”

Jiang Yinghe said: “Then take him as my second apprentice.”

Yan Caiwei looked at him in surprise: “If you are not satisfied for a hundred years, then take another son. I believe that everyone in the real world should covet your seat.”

Jiang Yinghe looked across the screen and said indifferently: “This is fate, ordinary people can’t enter my door.”

Yan Caiwei thought of the thousands of young talents who hesitantly wanted to visit under Brother Jiang ’s ancestry in the previous millennium. They also thought of their current state and the realm of Li Huanhan ’s demon body. They suddenly distracted Jiang Yinghe ’s vision and destiny. sigh.

“… Are geniuses who are not born will attract other geniuses who are not born?” She shook her head. “As long as you accept the disciples, the brother in charge may not be happy for another night (sleeping Shui). It’s just this Two children, a celestial demon body, and a ghost invading God, I did n’t know I thought you would save your life. ”

Jiang Yinghemo took a teacup for a while and said, “Precise poverty alleviation.”

The words fell, and the “precision target for poverty alleviation” woke up from the self-healing of the body, and there was a little movement.

Jiang Yinghe stood up and walked into the screen, and at a glance he saw the eyes of the gray-haired young man turned around, the kind of cold iron gray (color). His facial features are very sharp, the lines are clear, and there is a silent but deadly feeling in his eyes, with a sense of precaution.

He sat beside the bed and calmly said: “Follow me into Penglai.”

It ’s really straightforward, and there is no room for turning. Before the other party replied, Jiang Yinghe added: “If you do n’t want to ask the immortals, at most three to five years, your body will decay and fall into dust. Although the immortal way is bitter, it can grow you Shouyuan. ”

This is Jiang Yinghe’s impression, the biggest temptation to the ordinary people, and what is the power to move through the mountains and the sea is still too far away for them. Only living long is the most real and immediate benefit.

But the other party’s reaction was not great. The iron gray (color) eyes were still staring at him. This line of sight almost seemed to belong to a fierce beast or evil spirit, as if it captured its own target, with a trace of novelty or interestingness.

He didn’t reply. Jiang Yinghe took it as his default, lowering his head with his left thumb and sliding it on the index finger of the other hand. The skin of the ice and snow road body was immediately cut open, and a bright red ** m was revealed.

He touched his hand and handed it to Qin Jun’s lips, and his voice softened a little: “I will save you, it won’t hurt you.”

The iron gray (color) eyes moved a bit, looking at the glaring red spots on the frost-white skin. He licked his lips. The temporarily weak spirit and true spirit were attracted by the rich fragrance in front of him.

Blood stained lips. Qin Jun embraced Jiang Yinghe’s fingertips. Before he fell asleep, he did not deal with the monks who pride themselves on the decent monks, but it was the first time he was lured by this way.

In his impression, in the cultivation realm thousands of years ago, there was no less contention and evil thoughts within the right path than Yin Men Guizong. How can this person be like this person?

Qin Jun’s tongue pressed against the wound, and spied out the beauty of the other’s soul from the crack. He suddenly spit out Jiang Yinghe’s finger and got up close to him.

Jiang Yinghe didn’t hide. Because of his weakness, he didn’t need to be too vigilant. This was just an ordinary person who was tortured with resentment … His thoughts suddenly stagnate, and he felt the other party hug himself.

It is too insecure. Since he rescued him, he never mentioned his parents, and he died in a bad life during the ravages of ghosts. Jiang Yinghe sighed in his heart, thinking that if it were in a modern society with a harmonious and happy system, it would be so miserable that it would be able to open up …

Wait a minute, what is the water drop … Jiang Yinghe has been here for more than a thousand years, and there is always a place where the memory is blurred. He was thinking about “the child is too miserable”, and Qin Jun lay on the neck and took another bite.

Jiang Yinghe: “… Does it belong to a dog?”

The man in his arms said nothing, and opened a mouth with fangs on the right side of his throat knot, slowly licking, licking the bleeding.

Although the blood inside the Tao has little effect on Jiang Yinghe, it will also hurt a little. He frowned, feeling that he couldn’t be bitten, and reached out and patted Qin Jun, whispering: “Called Master.”

The movement between the necks stopped for a moment, and Jiang Yinghe vaguely heard his deep smile, like an illusion, the other party’s expression never seemed to change.

Qin Jun slowly moved his eyes and glanced at him. He didn’t know what his mind was thinking. After a while, he said: “… Master’s life-saving grace, disciple Qin Jun, has no teeth to forget.”

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When Jiang Yinghe set off on his way back to Penglai, Anzhou Ghost City had been purified by many righteous monks, and many grievances washed away the turbid air, and the air gradually settled down.

The real person Zhou Zhengping knows that he has received another disciple, and he is very relieved. He also came over to visit him in person, and then he was stared at Qin Jun’s gray (color) eyes with hair on his back. Brothers are exactly the same, looking at Brother Jiang is like looking at the bones of meat (rourou), and at a glance at other people, his eyes are filled with strange disgust.

It’s like watching a group of harmful waste that has accumulated for thousands of years in the realm.

However, for the inheritance of Penglai, Zhou Zhengping still tried his best to praise Qin Jun. After boasting, he learned from Yan Caiwei’s mouth that this new disciple was invaded by gods and was more fragile than the previous body of the demon. He might have been taught and taught, and then he got into the devil …

Zhou Zhengping glanced at Jiang Yinghe, who had a normal expression, and said hardly: “… This is definitely something extraordinary.”

Jiang Yinghe thought deeply and nodded with satisfaction.

And the gray-haired Qin Jun stood beside him, and he could not see any bit of tenacity and talent in the repaired body with Qiangqiang.

Zhou Zhengping: “…”

When the real person in charge was still away, he was still thinking about the frowning face. The whole Penglai followed up and down. Then, this disciple named Qin Jun quickly built the foundation and hit everyone’s face again.

It was only two years after the foundation was built, and the whole Penglai complained up and down. Just thinking that Brother Li led his fellow disciples to go to the secret field to experience, when he could rebuild his confidence for several years, he was immediately dumped by this Qin brother Why are their disciples at Qingyaya so improper? !

But there is a saying that is right, the disciples of Qingjingya are really not very human.

Jiang Yinghe thought it was a systematic standard, and the progress was taken for granted. He is staring at the second progress bar that the system opens. The bright red (color) training progress bar behind the word “Jun” slowly unlocks. This progress bar is used whenever he uses the blood of the Dao to purify the ghost in the opponent’s body. It will jump suddenly.

It seems that the cultivation method of caring about physical and mental health is still very correct. Jiang Yinghe thought with satisfaction that while examining Qin Jun’s exercises, he was suddenly grasped by his second apprentice.

He usually doesn’t talk much and acts calmly. He doesn’t rashly do anything that is not sure. Generally, when such a move occurs, there is something to be said.

Jiang Yinghe raised his head and looked at him, guessing: “Unstable foundation?”

Qin Jun nodded: “There are some.”

Jiang Yinghe changed the path of spiritual power, directly penetrated into his body, wrapped the foundation of the foundation, swept his mind, and saw Qin Jun’s Lingtai is gray and silky, with a ghostly spirit.

Or to drive out the impure, this spirit of ghosts seems to be planted in the true spirit, no matter how it is purified in the past two years, it will come back.

Jiang Yinghe frowned gently, while patiently continuing to drive out the ghost spirit, while thinking of what could be done to improve his physique … While Jiang Yinghe was contemplating, she suddenly felt something with a warm touch pressed by temperature On the shoulder.

Qin Jun leaned over, staring at Jiang Yinghe’s frost-white neck and throat for a while, before saying: “Master everywhere is troublesome. I …”

“Hush.” ​​Jiang Yinghe focused on introducing spiritual power to remove the ghost spirit that was entangled with the foundation of the foundation, and then said, “No guilt, as long as you do a bright and decent thing in the future, according to the brother of the master, be a person who asks for good … ”

Asked Xiangshan … Qin Jun seemed to have heard a wonderful joke. His attention was focused on Jiang Yinghe, and he finally thought of the difference between the other party and other righteous people.

He is just cold on the surface, but he is mature and gentle, and has a great tolerance for others. And he seems to have been trained and educated in some rules, willing to guess others with a more benign idea.

This feeling is especially obvious when he is facing himself.

With such special treatment, some people have pleased the sensitive nerve of this evil spirit.

He was accustomed to the breath of Jiang Yinghe’s body, and felt very close to him. Zhu Jiang Yinghe stripped away the evil spirits that did not really matter.

It was at this moment that the Xuan Gate of the Immortal Mansion of Qingjing Cliff suddenly opened, the outside light rushed into it, and there was a figure of Xuan (color) standing tall and loose.

Li Huanhan, with a **** sweet blood, stood in the middle of the Xuanmen. There were several damages to his robe, and the blood on his body meandered down through the gap between his tight knuckles.

“Master,” those **** (colored) eyes flashed for a moment, but quickly dissipated, “… who is he?”

Blood dripped on the ground, infiltrated through the fingers, and Han Yujian, who held Li Huanhan tightly in his hand, fell through and was covered with red.

This is the mirror stone of the inner layer of the Taixu mystery and an unpolished innate spirit. When Li Huanhan’s hand took the cold jade mirror stone from Hanguang Xuanbing, the entire virtual void was smashed away.

On the way back, he woven the knots awkwardly and rough many times, and made the sword pendant after many trials and hardships. Every time he put it in his palm and stared at it, he felt his heart startled.

The blood was dripping on the ground, and a thin layer of ice had formed. The young man with dark red eyes (color) walked forward, from the throat to the (chest xiong) mouth, all scratched by the chill in the palm of his hand, as if puncturing the heart.

His solitude, appetite and enthusiasm emerged.

Winter comes to spring, and at first glance it is cold.

Jiang Yinghe had a very light fragrance. Daomen Jianxiu, which is cold outside and hot inside, is upright and gentle. Whether it is to make a furnace or to “eat”, it is indeed full of temptations.

Qin Jun is a ghostly evil spirit. This little brother who is always coquettish is not a good thing. I do n’t know what he is thinking about. Master said that he is the only one, but he still attracts so many unknowns. Evil repair …

Li Huanhan stared at Jiang Yinghe’s hand that appeased Long Ye. His nerves, which had always been cold, were burned by flames. He felt that this “brother” was very unsightly.

“I also want to teach my younger brother well.” Li Huanhan raised his eyes, “Master?”

Jiang Yinghe let his young apprentice stick for so long, naturally knowing that it was better to let him learn to be independent early. Now, after listening to the words of the two of them, even looking at the long night with a face of grievances, it is still very important.

“Obey.” He rubbed the teenager’s hair. “You can’t rely on me too much at your age.”

Blinking in the middle of the night, Jiang Yinghe’s waist wanted to struggle for the last time, but his eyes fell down on the demon’s body along the ground, and then glanced at Qin Jun.

The gray-haired man licked his lips, watching Jiang Yinghe’s eyes always had a bit of hunger, which made Long Ye feel more disgusted than Li Huanhan, who was cold-faced (sha killing).

After the young boy buried in his arms reluctantly agreed, Jiang Yinghe turned his head up and glanced under the Qingjing Cliff with his consciousness. Sure enough, he felt that many disciples gathered together because of the roar of the monster , Looking at the discussion here.

“Jun’er …”

“The disciple understands.” Qin Jun said casually, “This took this demon race away to see our Penglai mountain gate.”

He looked at Jiang Yinghe’s eyes, and his eyes met with those bright ink (color) eyes for a moment, and his casual tone of voice lightened for a moment.

“… No (kill sha).” He thought for a while and added, “Listen to Master.”

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Although the monster that was captured by Penglai by Qin Jun saved his life, he also signed a contract with Zhou Zhangmen to protect the mountain gate of the Penglai faction, and turned into a giant demon stone carving outside the main hall of Penglai, unknowingly. Shen Shen is here.

But as long as someone else enters Penglai, the monster must follow their own contract and spare no effort to protect Penglai’s disciples for a period of three hundred years.

Three hundred years is enough for those young talents to fall in the middle, enough for people to change their dynasty, and things are right and wrong, but for the demon clan, for three hundred years, it seems to be a snap.

It is also because of this giant demon stone carving that Penglai disciples’ impression of Brother Qin has become more and more deviated. Brother Qin looks safe and decisive and acts decisively, but there is a breath that makes people dare not approach. The level of terror is even worse than the evil monsters and beasts under the sword. 91g