Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples - Chapter 59

Jiang Yinghe protects his heart and Yuan Ying, and beside his ear is the Yuan God Thunder Tribulation rolling over the sky dome, whispering: “I am afraid that the ghost in your body has not been completely removed before that day. … ”

His words flickered, and his eyes fell on Jun’er’s right hand.

Originally symmetrical tendons and bones, evenly slender fingers and forearms, all the blood (meat rou) attached to the bones are gone, and only the cold bones and the remaining fascia are exposed. The original dark (color) robe was permeated by blood stains, emitting a thick blood gas.

Jiang Yinghe didn’t even know what to say for a while.

He split his hand and touched the opponent’s phalanx, making a move.

The clouds at the edge of the sky plummeted, and a thunder burst straight down, splitting into the center of the ghost.

Generally speaking, the monks will stay away from the Taoist friends. One is that if their realm is reached and the sky is hung high, other people will also provoke their own thunder. The other problem is that if they are too close, the sky Ray can’t tell others.

Jiang Yinghe is a hole in the virtual realm. Although he was not difficult when facing the thunder tribulation in the Yuanshen period, he was frowned upon by the pressure of the heavenly body.

“your hands……”

Jiang Yinghe asked only half of it, and slowly grasped Jun’er’s finger, saying, “… Master will find a way.”

His voice was low, with the kind of gentleness that no one else was qualified to hear. Qin Jun Mingming is a bloodless (meat rou), and does not need a heart beat, but at this moment feels that the human heart in the (chest xiong) cavity is shaking violently.

He suddenly grasped Jiang Yinghe.

“Master,” Qin Jun’s voice was slightly hoarse, like rubbing on sandpaper, and sounded loudly in the ear, “If I really become a ghost, Master … Would you like me? ? ”

He rarely said that.

Jiang Yinghe raised his eyelashes, and ink (color) eyes looked at him for a moment, as if promised: “Master will not make you look like that.”

Gloomy ghost spirits spread around, oscillating as the sky thundered. Qin Jun lowered his eyes and said nothing to Tian Leijia, but stared at the fingers Jiang Yinghe held with him.

There are indeed many evil thoughts rolling in his heart, clamoring (dry gan) to disturb reason. For example, at this moment, his master held his hand and was close at hand. The biggest thought in his heart was to **** him back, raise it, and put it in a place that only he could see.

But no.

He has never realized so clearly like this that what he wants to see is Jiang Yinghe now.

He never wanted to see that day when Xue Jian forgot to face him.

Where did Jiang Yinghe know what Juner was thinking, he recalled Qin Jun’s path of practice over the past 100 years, while thinking of a remedy … Although this hand does not seem to affect the movement, it can’t be like this! In this way, when Jun’er finds a companion, which female practitioner can’t be afraid?

Jiang Yinghe felt like an old father. None of the three cubs had a good feeder. Needless to say, he couldn’t help but find a wife in the future.

It is not easy for Yuanying to break through to the thunder of Yuanshen. In the entire cultivation world, after breaking through the Yuanshen, you can be respected as a real person. Which one is not a preparation for hundreds of years, only to find a good day and a day to attract Tianlei, how can Juner like this …

Jiang Yinghe guarded his heart and told him, “Suddenly, it can only be braced, Jun’er …”

As soon as his words fell, he felt that Qin Jun seemed to be unable to support himself and bowed his arms.

Jiang Yinghe sighed and said, “This kind of thing, even I can’t help you, I can only do the last insurance for you. What’s the use of being close to me?”

“Useful.” Jun’s voice came with a hoarse similar to (dry gan) thirst, “Master, let me hug me.”

His arms tightened around Jiang Yinghe’s waist, and he pulled out the opponent’s waist from the wide stack of fairy robes (gougou), only to realize that Jiang Yinghe’s waist was so thin.

Jiang Yinghe wore many layers of clothes on weekdays. Although it looked misty and dusty, he could not see his specific figure. Only when he was wrapped in his arms and held in his palm, he could feel him. Body temperature.

Too light, Qin Jun almost feels no weight when he touches it in his palm, and the other party can get out of his control with a slight twist.

He subconsciously grasped tighter and heard the helpless voice of the master: “Can this give you the power to cross the robbery?”

What Jiang Yinghe said by saying this was to encourage him to bravely face the Heavenly Tribulation. There are always so many ups and downs in life … not to mention the fact that there is still oneself, even if he cannot be promoted, he will not destroy the foundation of his practice.

But I didn’t expect that the second apprentice who was independent (qiang qiang) and who was good at chopping and playing first on weekdays, so close to his shoulder for the first time, responded with a deep tone: “Can.”

Jiang Yinghe: “…”

This child can’t teach anymore.

When Jiang Yinghe was swiped into the screen by this thought, he saw that the progress bar of Ajiang Master’s system suddenly jumped again, and the system also appeared pink (color) bubbles, and compared his heart to him.

Jiang Yinghe: What are these!

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Thundercloud rolled.

This cross-robbing vision alarmed everyone, and even the traveling ghosts went violent with them.

A dark cloud of ghost gas wrapped around the center of Thunder Tribulation, and it was impossible to see what was inside. Only the lightning voltage and ghost gas that kept gathering raged.

Li Huanhan stood beside him coldly, and no one dared to approach this one. Some Penglai disciples saw Xuanwei Xianjun breaking into the middle of the ghost vortex for Brother Qin, not to mention Brother Li, even the longest-looking little brother Night Night, with a smile on his lips A little scary.

Although there is a sword in Long Ye, it is not a famous weapon on the sword watch, but a soft sword in Jiang Yinghe’s private possession. It is wrapped around the waist at the moment, and the teeth are snapped back and forth. This was selected by Jiang Yinghe Qiang, who was quite dissatisfied and seemed to have plans to recast Long Ye.

But he loves like a treasure, and he stays at his hand day and night. But at this moment, Long Night did not touch (touch Mo) this soft sword, but unconsciously rubbed. Waisting the blue (color) flute around his waist.

Long night slowly knocked on the bottom of the mask, the silver (color) mark of the eyebrows was faint and bright, and I felt that my back molars were itching, and I had already killed this brother Qin several times in my mind.

The habit of Xing is very special. He has almost nothing to eat except the dragon brain, which is completely different from Qin Jun ’s spirit-eating spirit.

Long Night had already figured out how Qin Jun had lured Jiang Yinghe, and then saw Li Huanhan, who had been stasisless, pulling his sword, and the long-held (sha sha) machine almost overflowed.

He quickly blocked the devil: “Brother!”

This “brother” is really rare and sincere.

Li Huanhan stared at him coldly, with a cold tone of voice: “Give up, I’m going to kill that dog thing.”

The words just fell, the thunder cloud over there stopped suddenly, and the circling ghost spirit seemed to be finally dispelled, slowly spreading out.

Long night could stop him, turning his head and just wanting to see if he could poke the master, he saw Qin Jun’s hand reluctantly moved away from Jiang Yinghe’s waist.

Long night: “… go, let me help you.”

But this did not come true, and no matter how (killing sha) the spirit of the air was in the face of the danger of losing the horse.

At this time, Qin Jun’s clothes had been stained with blood for most of the time, and it was a wound cut by Lei Jiaojia, but he was staring at Jiang Yinghe’s cheeks unconsciously.

Xu Shi’s sight was too hot, and the master who was still helping him stabilize the state raised his eyes and glanced gently, Qin Jun immediately calmed his expression and looked at the two people aside.

Li Huanhan slowly pressed the blood sword into his sheath, and said blankly: “Congratulations, Brother.”

The long night beside him squeezed his fingers, and seemed to be pressing the prototype of the restlessness in his body. He smiled and said, “I didn’t expect Brother Qin to be able to robbery in the ghost town of Yunzhou. This place is full of ghosts, but it’s very scary … Master, I do n’t know yet. Master Fang Caihuijing and his predecessors have surveyed and said that this place is so angry that it may be a problem left over by history. ”

Jiang Yinghe distracted himself and listened, asking, “What’s the problem?”

“It’s said that a ghost repairer was able to fall here, it is probably the master of the ghost ancestors of the world three thousand years ago. What is the name of that person …” Long night seemed to think for a moment seriously, “It seems that there are records saying , The ghost sect called Bingzhi. ”

He (lu) made a sweet smile: “Eh? Did Brother Qin also come from it?”

This “good and obedient” young teacher talked too quickly. Qin Jun didn’t have time to stop it, and he heard this little mouth slamming his underpants.

Qin Jun truncated the words: “How can I be the same as Guixiu.”

Long night snorted softly: “You and Guixiu are indeed big, no, same, same!”

The two were only worried about Jiang Yinghe’s side, so they didn’t quarrel. After Jiang Yinghe withdrew his hand and determined that Qin Jun was harmless in this trip, he found a circle of righteous Taoists around him.

Sister Yan from the same door ran over to see Tianlei, and now I saw Jiang Yinghe’s shadow. I was relieved when I saw that everyone was fine, but I still asked a few words in the past: “What the **** is going on? I think it is Yuanshen During the thunderstorm period, I ca n’t get close, did I hurt my brother? ”

Jiang Yinghe shook his head slightly, but held Qin Jun’s hand down, and Shuang Bai’s slender fingers clenched a cold bone, whispering: “Jun’er has some problems.”

Yan Caiwei nodded and said: “It’s nothing, just keep it, and your hands can be cured slowly.”

On the side, Master Hui Jing also approached a few steps, saying: “Jiang Xianjun, if you don’t give up, you can go to Lan Ruo Temple with the poor monk to stay for a while, maybe there is a cure.”

Jiang Yinghe just wanted to say that he had to settle this place before making a decision. He saw that as the thunder cloud dispersed, the ghost repairs of the entire Yunzhou city seemed to be burning (tart pi) shares, and they went back in minutes and left in a blink of an eye. In the realm of the stranger, only a few or two or three kittens did not keep up with the team, trembling under the threat of the younger generation of disciples.

This is (fafa) what happened, their eldest daughter-in-law had a baby?

Jiang Yinghe refused to get stuck in his throat with a sentence, slowing his breath: “… Respect is worse than obedience.”

The Hehuan Sect is a neutral school, and its ideas are not very consistent with the authentic monks of the Daomen, but it is not a disaster to the world, and it is really not a evil repair. The head of the Hehuan Sect was seriously injured a hundred years ago (meat rou), so many of the affairs were returned to the fishermen by the generation of the palm.

Penglai sent a lot of sword repairs, and this time is a grand event. Many disciples have longed their heads and discussed.

“Ten flying magic instruments Bai Yunzhou, this battle is too big.” A young man wearing a blue (color) disciple poked the brother next to him. “Don’t the real people always like extravagance?”

The Baiyun boat is shaped like a white cloud, and rises in the wind. It is a giant boat of snow (color) that can travel thousands of miles a day. When it gathers from the sky, it has a special feeling of shock.

“Don’t look at when.” Another elder disciple with a sword in his arms replied, “The sword assembly is once every 100 years, and it is not the same as the Yingjie meeting every ten years compared to the real world. And this time, Xuan Wei The fairy will also be there. ”

“Jiang Xianjun ?!” The man was stunned, and then lowered his voice, saying: “But for the legendary closing disciple?”

After the young man named Chang Ye came under the seat of Immortal Monarch, someone inside the door always said that it was a closed disciple, and Xuanwei Immortal Monarch would not accept any more disciples.

“Close the disciple.” The older disciple gritted his teeth, “can’t it be a monster like Li Huanhan and Qin Jun? Every monster doesn’t know how to practice, it’s always higher than others. I see This is what Jiang Xianjun gave me … ”

As the two men talked about this, the ten Baiyun boats moved suddenly, as if they had received any instructions, and they suddenly floated forward.

Everyone suddenly murmured, and then saw the older disciples driving the Baiyun boat, turned around from the boat’s head, bowed halfway into the air and saluted, unloaded their swords in unison, and bowed their hands to pay their respects.

“This … this is …” A young boy who was just beginning to stare at the scene stunned. Just wanted to ask what was going on, he was pressed by the brother beside him to unload his sword and pointed to the sky. .

The teenager wearing the blue (color) disciple’s clothing quietly raised his eyes and saw seven huge white crane cranes soaring in the sky between the stacked clouds above his head. Behind the crane spirit, a silver flashing car appeared in the sky Among the clouds, the four sides of the veil fell from the edge of the car.

“Jiang Xianjun is here.” Brother Xidi said in a very low voice, “Removing the sword is to show respect for the thousand years of sword repair. It is a rare luck for you and me to have Jiang Xianjun walking this time.”

After the disciples saluted, Bai Yunzhou flew abruptly and drove to the distance in the clouds, and the chariot above Bai Yunzhou followed and progressed steadily.

Among the flying instruments towed by He Ling, Jiang Yinghe read the latest version of Guan Jian Juan in his hand again, but still couldn’t find a suitable night.

There are countless famous swords in the Guan Jian Juan, and some of them will be presented to the best performing disciples at the Sword Assembly to encourage the younger generation of sword repair.

Jiang Yinghe watched it several times, closed his eyes and thought for a while, then heard a familiar sound of footsteps. 91g