Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

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In the pool of blood flowing thickly, bright red beads meandered through Li Huanhan’s thin arms.

He was soaked in the pool of blood silently, and one eye was split between the blood (meat rou) in his palm.

“Sovereign Lord,” it was a little panic, “Sovereign Lord, your heart and devil can’t control it at all! If you think about it like this, you will be crazy, even if it is Moxiu …”

The blood shadow only half said, and then stopped abruptly, as if something terrified had contained his throat. It sighed in a hurry and cried out: “Blood Demon Venerable! Li Huanhan! You might as well dig your love roots. Is this the devil’s life? What are you enduring?”

Seeing that Li Huanhan didn’t respond, he screamed and screamed: “If your parents died in the past and the bodies were all made into puppets, it would be okay to be a demon. What is this called now? , You deserve to be called the Devil? (Qiang Qiang) To clear up your desires, you might as well go to practice Buddha … ”

He was screaming violently, and he shuddered, halting and trembling, his bright red eyes looked at his host.

Li Huanhan slowly opened his eyes and said coldly: “Enough said?”

Blood shadow shrank in his palm, and he didn’t dare to say anything.

To some extent, the blood shadow is also his heart demon, but this heart demon comes from his condensed slowly when he climbed up from the Nine Nether Hell layer by layer when he was young. He has seen his weakness, his unwillingness, Every moment he spent in the darkest place.

Li Huanhan spent half of his life, already covered with blood.

Blood Shadow watched the host stand up, the breath of his body suddenly erupted from the silence, rising all the way from no realm, Jindan, Yuanying, Yuanshen, Dongxu … and finally stopped on the half-step golden fairy.

Blood Shadow couldn’t help but sigh: “Comfortable, the demon body will always be more comfortable than the Dao body. If you respect the Lord, you might as well abandon the other half of the Dao body. What’s the use …”

When it saw Li Huanhan’s eyes swept away, he was shocked when he said something wrong.

Li Huanhan clenched his palms, and the blood in his palms shrank back unwillingly. He reappeared in Xuanyi, standing beside the blood pool, watching the dozens of Qingxin-like implements and a bottle of meditation elixir in front of him.

Only he himself knows what his heart demons are.

Li Huanhan raised his hand to caress, and the dozens of magical instruments and elixir in front of him were greatly reduced, suddenly weakened, and then completely scrapped, turning into a handful of dull dust.

The ashes slipped from his fingers, and the expensive magic tools disappeared.

Li Huanhan withdrew his hand, and the temperature in his **** eyes was getting lower, but even with such a number of Qingxin-like instruments as an auxiliary, he was still stuck in that night for a long time, making it difficult to extricate himself.

As long as he closed his eyes, there would be only the appearance of a master in front of him, starting from the first time he stood in front of himself, until—

Until that night, Jiang Yinghe was low. He gasped and curled up, his eyes were reddish, and his eyelashes were wet with tears from the fire. His icy and snowy body could not bear this kind of torment, and even his consciousness was lost and trance-like, as if wounded, and moved towards him without help.

Li Huanhan could hear the humming and whimpering of each other’s lips, as well as his confusion and subconsciousness. Under his cold and frivolous appearance, there was fresh and moving softness.

For the first time, he experienced the emotion of emotion, and he also felt the demons from emotions like never before.

The master who worried him even frowned, abandoned the tough and cold shell, peeling off the appearance layer by layer, and struggling in the desire to take the initiative to grab Li Huanhan’s sleeve.

——Even if he is a stubborn rock, let this swaying heart shake, let alone he is not.

He was not a gentleman or a gentle person in Jiang Yinghe’s eyes, nor was he considerate and sympathetic. Li Huanhan feels like a tightly stretched string, and is always pulled to the edge of the break.

He was buried in the depths of invasion, appetite, desire, plunder. Deprivation of thoughts, cold and deep fragile nerves, thought he was well controlled, but the opponent gently pulled the sleeves, all of them were pulled Scattered.

At the moment, Jiang Yinghe, who had been comforted by the disciple’s hand, was slightly better. Although his mind was still dizzy and dreamy, he could finally feel the satisfaction of releasing his passion.

He didn’t remember what happened after that, he didn’t remember that he was lightly clenched by the cool hand, and he touched (touched Mo) the cheeks and ears, and brushed the temple hair. I don’t know how the other party treated his treasure like a treasure, quietly (kiss wen) his lips, stealing a touch of nostalgic temperature from the touching lips.

Therefore, he did not even know that he was quietly kissed by the other party (kiss wen), and he unconsciously called.

“Ye’er, don’t make trouble …”

All passions freeze here.

His heart was deeply rooted, and he plunged into the blood (meat rou).

He didn’t go (killing sha) for a long night immediately, and brought Jiang Yinghe back to the Demon Sect, which was the last reason when Li Huanhan left. This demon is much more difficult than the blood in the palm of his hand, pouring his own pain at all times, oppressing the reason he kept up.

Sure enough, the spring on earth is often warm and cold.

Li Huanhan closed his eyes and reopened, exhaling deeply. At the same time, the bead curtain on the side suddenly sounded, and the blind woman in red stood aside and said: “Master, just now Qiu Mojun sent a message saying that the people in Yaowanggu found the sword fairy at the beginning of the year. The Remains. ”

“Ok.”

“They … met Xuanwei Xianjun, and for some reason persuaded him, let Jiang Xianjun go with them to explore.”

Li Huanhan raised his eyes violently, his blood eyes darkened: “Where is it?”

It was the remains of a half-step golden fairy, and there were countless dangers.

Blind female road: “On the boundary of Nanzhou Yaowang Valley.”

Li Huanhan slightly nodded his head and raised his hand. The blind woman in red standing on the opposite side immediately leaned over and turned into a bright red **** sword of extinction, which fell into the palm of Li Huanhan. Several swords have been released above the Sword of Death, but the most important prohibition is imprinted on it, which corresponds to Shao (female nu) ‘s unrecovered eyes.

He stepped out, behind him was a bead curtain that suddenly shook, leaving a chaotic trembling sound.

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On the other side, Jiang Yinghe and others took the first look at Jianxian’s relics and saw a long-sealed stele.

To be precise, this place has not actually entered the inside of the relics yet. This stone tablet is just the inscription on the front of the sword immortal in the early days. It probably serves as a house number.

Jiang Yinghe stepped forward and saw that there was heavy dust on it, so he used a dust removal technique to remove the thick dust on the inscriptions one by one.

The dust swept away, revealing the true face of the stele. Jiang Yinghe originally just glanced at random, his eyes suddenly stopped in an instant, staring at the inscription in a daze.

In this large world, fonts that are similar to the seal body and even more difficult to understand than the small seal are used, and the handwriting engraved on the stele … is simplified Chinese.

Jiang Yinghe’s heart shuddered, and the first reaction in his mind was: “Except me?” Is there a second one who has crossed over? Is this the first sword fairy?

The people around him didn’t understand it, and he didn’t take it too seriously. He looked at it more casually and saw that it read:

“If someone can understand what I’m writing later, then you should be careful. When facing the little black house, try to be indifferent. It’s not worth it to get angry.”

Jiang Yinghe: “…”

This sword fairy doesn’t look very serious.

He continued to look down and saw a slightly smaller lettering below the line:

“The open door code (crossed out the two words of the code) mantra is the core socialist value of twenty-four words. Please recite it completely.”

Jiang Yinghe: “… this man, was it a political teacher before crossing? How come, walk together?”

He couldn’t help vomiting, and his voice was low. Only Qin Jun beside him heard clearly, turned his head and asked in a low voice: “What?”

“Nothing.” Jiang Yinghe sorted out his mood, thinking about whether this predecessor had derived something before leaving a message to himself.

He only thought about this matter, and when the group of people reached the gate of the fortress, he silently shifted his attention to the matter in front of him.

“We have explored this relic gate before.” You Yong said. “External force is difficult to move and open, there must be a lot of prohibitions on it, Jiang Xianjun …”

Before he had spoken half a word, he saw Jiang Yinghe’s **** (color) nodded slightly, and stepped forward, speaking twelve words without changing (color).

As the words landed, the huge door, which was originally heavy and difficult to move, shuddered violently. The prohibition above repeatedly turned for a week, and then opened to both sides.

You Yong was delayed for a moment, looking at Jiang Yinghe’s bleak and indifferent appearance, her inner doubts and wonders reached their peak, and couldn’t help saying: “Xianjun, are you …?”

Jiang Yinghe: “… from ancient books.”

Sorrowful day (color) dignified: “What is the ancient book? May there be more records about the sword fairy in the early days, we can also reduce the loss.”

Jiang Yinghe glanced at him silently and said quietly: “Five Lectures on Socialist Core Values.”

Not only was it a sorrow forever, but even other monks who listened to the medicine Wang Gu sighed with emotion: “Unknown, Jiang Xianjun is really knowledgeable!”

Jiang Yinghe: “… to win the prize.”

After he finished speaking these two words, he couldn’t hear it anymore, and felt embarrassed to the ground with his toes. He took the lead into the interior of the relics.

There are no terrible organs in it, nor anything that looks weird, but correspondingly, all the treasures and artifacts left by this predecessor are also missing.

It seems to be just a simple residence. Jiang Yinghe walked into the interior and saw that the furnishings inside followed a decoration style of the earth, which increasingly confirmed the identity of this primordial sword fairy.

It is estimated that it was a predecessor who crossed over before himself. Perhaps he did not expect that there will be a second one before he joked about writing those words on the inscription. Unexpectedly, there was another self, who had lost his feet for centuries on the way to work, and when he closed his eyes, the soul came through …

Jiang Yinghe walked through the outermost layout, and the utensils inside were smooth as yesterday and unstained. He walked and walked, and suddenly found that everything in it seemed to be in pairs, and a pair of immortals were placed on the case, even the hanging sword platform was in duplicate.

It ’s just that the aesthetics of Xuanjiantai are very distorted. The upper part is the simple style of the earth, and the lower part is the impact of (qiang), strong (yan) tone. .

He walked a few steps, and saw a spread book beside the hanging sword stand, with a shiny Fu Zhuan clipped on the back. Fu Zhuan wrote a sentence on the back with ancient and non-corrosive paper and Chen Mo, still in simplified Chinese , Written—

“Don’t panic, even if it’s a real black room, he doesn’t dare to make love to you (qiang qiang), no matter who he is.”

Jiang Yinghe had a strong feeling of being blindfolded in the drum, a little angry, but he could only calm down and think carefully.

What is this? Is it a prank? Or is it really something that has been extended for ten thousand years? And also derived from their own destiny? No matter what he is, how many others are there?

The question marks in Jiang Yinghe’s mind popped up one by one, but in the end he thought that there was no news for Jian Xian for so many years. I didn’t know whether it was a successful union, a return to earth, or a death halfway.

He exhaled softly, waiting to explore elsewhere, and suddenly exclaimed.

Just behind the hanging sword platform, I do n’t know who touched the mechanism. The jade wall collapsed all over. (Exposed) all kinds of gleaming magic weapons, fuzhuan medicine, and stacked into mountains.

But correspondingly, in front of the treasures stacked into a mountain, there is a thundering light grid, and every cold and cold light flowing through it, reveals the breath of at least the hole of the virtual realm.

Jiang Yinghe found his target, and through the flowing light, he saw a strong vitality in the green bottle of Elixir placed on the table. As he stood up, he said to Jun’er: “If you stay here, if there is any change, go out immediately.”

Qin Jun grabbed his arm and frowned: “Master Zun’s old wound has not healed, this …”

Jiang Yinghe did not listen to his words, but gently pulled out his sleeves and said: “If it is Mian (qiang), I will leave immediately.”

He stepped forward, raised his sleeves and probed his hands, the ice and snow road body exhaled a cold air, spiritually penetrated into the grid, and slowly touched the purple thunder that sealed these treasures, and then extremely cautiously Invaded into the electric light.

Chilling spiritual power separates the entire power grid and freezes every bit of it. The process needs to be very concentrated to complete. Jiang Yinghe let his spiritual power wrap all the electric light, and then suddenly withdrew his hand.

The thunder net full of power turned into ice, which broke apart inch by inch under his fingers and fell to the ground.

Just when Jiang Yinghe was relieved, and was about to take out the green bottle of elixir, his heart suddenly filled with an extremely terrible hunch. He raised his eyes violently, and saw a mirror hanging above many magical objects shining brightly, a mighty power that was hard to resist, almost side by side with the half-step golden fairy, rushed out.

A sword light in the mirror.

Jian Qi flew violently and shot directly in front of Jiang Yinghe. Before he could react, he was surrounded by a familiar breath in a blink of an eye. He was slammed to the ground and blocked the sword light.

Qin Jun.

——But this kind of sword intention, Jun’er can’t stop it!

“Jun …” Jiang Yinghe just (tuo) shouted a word, and his voice stopped suddenly.

He stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

Qin Jun’s body was not penetrated by sword gas, nor was it suddenly collapsed by this power. On the contrary, he was intact and reflected the light from the mirror.

Under this ray of light, the blood (meat rou) on Qin Jun’s body continued to dissolve, evaporate, and the skeleton of the skeleton remained. In the end, even the skeleton of the white bone was illuminated, leaving only the soul displayed in front of him …

No, this is not the soul of the gods, this is a very solid, evil spirit.

His body was solidified for a period of time from the state of nothingness and soul, restored to his original appearance, the shackles and imprisonment of the body were removed, and a shocking ghost was exuded from him with extreme terror. Oppression, and the long-sealed sword of chopping fortune also sounded, prohibiting falling down one by one, crushing (dry gan) layer by layer, (exposing) the original luster and (strong) qiang) degrees.

This sword, which can compete with Heavenly Dao, finally showed (exposed) its true face.

At the same time, the realm on Qin Jun is also constantly rising, from the seemingly primordial spirit stage, straight through the hole, and then the test of the first, second, third, and five-fold Dao heart, beyond many realms (强 qiang ) The fierce breath almost burst.

Stopped above the half-step golden fairy’s true level.

Jiang Yinghe stared at him in a daze, and looked at the iron gray (color) eyes.

His mind completely stopped.

In Wan Lai Ju Silence, only one monk King of Medicine Wang Gu stuttered in shock:

“Then that mirror is … Jian Xian’s fan-mirror mirror ?!”