Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Qin Jun’s eyes are iron gray (color), and when he sweeps past others, there is always a sense of indifference, but at the moment looking into Jiang Yinghe’s eyes, there is a strange treasure. +++ Mobile phone reading visit m.wuxiax.com

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

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, exuding a thick blood gas.

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

He divided his hand, touched the opponent’s phalanx, and made a move.

The clouds at the edge of the sky were suddenly sinking, and a sky of thunder slammed down 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 provoke their own thunder. The other problem is that if they are too close, the sky Ray will not distinguish others.

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

“your hands……”

Jiang Yinghe only asked halfway, 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) 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, like a promise: “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 was not easy for Yuanying to break through to the thunder of Yuanshen. In the whole cultivation realm, 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 there be Juner …

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 head to hug himself.

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.”

He tightened his arms, wrapped around Jiang Yinghe’s waist, and 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 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 then playing for the first time, so close to his shoulder for the first time, responded with a deep voice: “Can.”

Jiang Yinghe: “…”

This child can’t teach anymore.

Just 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 bubbled 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 spirit wrapped around the center of Thunder Tribulation, and it was impossible to see what was inside. The only thing was the constant concentration of thunder voltage and ghost spirit.

Li Huanhan stood aside in a chill, 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, looked It’s a little scary.

Although there is a sword in Long Ye, it is not a famous weapon on the sword watch roll, but a soft sword in Jiang Yinghe’s private possession. It is wrapped around the waist at the moment, and the zigzag snaps 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 the moment, Chang Ye didn’t touch (touch Mo) this soft sword, but unconsciously rubbed it against the waist (color) flute.

Long night slowly knocked under 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.

Tian Xing is very special. He has almost nothing to eat except the dragon brain, which is completely different from Qin Jun ’s ghastly 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 his 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, and the thunder cloud over there stopped suddenly, as if the circling ghost spirit was finally dispelled, and slowly spread out.

Long night could not stop his mind, turned his head and just wanted 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, no matter how (killing sha) the spirit of the air was in the face of the danger of losing the horse.

At this point, Qin Jun’s clothes had been stained with blood for most of the time, and it was the wound that Lei Jie added to his body, but he was staring at Jiang Yinghe’s cheeks unconsciously.

Xu Shi’s eyes were 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 finger, it seemed to be pressing the prototype of the restlessness in his body, and smiled and said: “I didn’t expect Brother Qin to be able to robbery in the ghost city 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 the ghosts here are likely to be left over from history. ”

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

“It is 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 …” Chang Ye 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 follow the word?”

This “good and obedient” young teacher talked too quickly, and Qin Jun didn’t have time to block it at all. 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, 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 for a while, maybe there is a cure.”

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

This is (fa) 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.”

Qingrun and cold, unstained, is the dream of many young people.

Xiao Xuanyu’s throat knot rolled and smiled dullly: “Okay, I want to see how much you miss me.”

Before his words fell, he saw a lonely cold sword light coming forth.

Jiang Yinghe didn’t wear a Taoist suit, he was wearing a white coat, the corners of his clothes were flying, his thin wrists were exposed from the wide sleeves, and the Daomen’s sword gas was overwhelmed by the overwhelming force, making it almost nowhere to hide.

The same is a hole in the virtual realm, and the means of magic repair will always be more radical. As soon as the two started, they made a real fire. Jiang Yinghe’s eyebrows didn’t move, and his expression was so quiet that he thought of him.

Even if there is an enchantment outside, the aftermath of the two players will level the illusion scene inside. The sound wave of the magic instrument pipa is tangled everywhere, cut by the cold light of the Forgotten Sword, and approaching the door.

Jianguang rubbed his cheeks and wiped a blood stain on Xiao Xuanyu’s cheeks.

He raised his hand and wiped the bloodstain, one corner of his lips (gougou), licked the bloodstain on his fingertips and licked, suddenly said: “Little Crane, you are too nervous to guard. This illusion does not have those weird functions, you do n’t have to be too careful it……”

In the cold wilderness, Xiao Xuanyu was facing forward the sword light split by the Forgetful Sword. As he stepped closer, Jiang Yinghe also suddenly felt an unusual feeling.

It stands to reason that the illusion can be used as a maze and can erode others’ minds. Jiang Yinghe had all the precautions, but the other party’s attitude was so fearless, but it caused him a trace of suspicion.

… Is there something that is not taken into account? Pipa sound waves, magic repair methods …

There seemed to be something caught in his mind, but it seemed not. Jiang Yinghe glared at the past, and when he just wanted to speak, the icy and cold Dao body suddenly filled with a strange heat.

hiss–

The faint obscenity on the other party came over, and he finally remembered his omission.

The breath of Xiao Xuanyu’s body was originally a technique of illusion of the deeply hidden Acacia Sect.

Jiang Yinghe’s body was stagnant, and the Forgetful Sword shuddered slightly, and he was backhanded (cha) into the wilderness reflecting the moonlight.

Moon (color) flows slowly from his long hair like black hair on the temple side, reflecting the tight peaks of the cold eyebrows.

Those cold and impassive eyes, because of this (strong qiang) illusion of illusion has a wet and moist feeling. (Thin bao) Lips (dry gan) are dry and soft, slightly open at this moment and take a deep breath.

If someone had broken the white crane’s narrow neck and climbed the snow-covered plum blossom, it might be possible to understand the picture in front of Xiao Xuanyu at this moment.

Leng Yueguang was caged on Jiang Yinghe’s white clothes, and the fragrant fragrance slowly spread out.

A strange breath approached.