Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

A strong ghost spirit hovered around him repeatedly, penetrating this fragile body.

Qin Jun's eyes are iron-grey, and when he scans others, he always feels sloppy and indifferent, but at this moment, looking into Jiang Yinghe's eyes, there is a peculiar cherishment.

Jiang Yinghe protects his heart and Nascent Soul, and next to his ear is the Thunder Tribulation of the Primordial God tumbling above the sky, and he whispers: "I'm afraid that the ghost spirit in your body was not completely removed back then, and today is today..."

He spoke suddenly, and his eyes fell on Jun'er's right hand.

The originally well-proportioned muscles and bones, evenly slender fingers and forearms, all the flesh and blood attached to the bones are gone, only the cold white bones and residual fascia are exposed. The original dark robe was bleed through by blood, exuding a thick blood.

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

He took out a hand, touched the opponent's phalanx, and paused.

The clouds on the horizon suddenly sank, and a sky thunder blasted down straight into the center of the ghostly spirit.

Generally speaking, monks will stay away from fellow daoists who cross the Tribulation. One is that if their realm is reached and the Heaven Tribulation is high, others will also cause their own Thunder Tribulation. Another problem is that if they get too close, the Heaven Ray can't distinguish others.

Jiang Yinghe is in the Void Hollow Realm. When facing the Thunder Tribulation of the Yuanshen Stage, although it is not difficult, he is still frowned by the weight of the heavens around him.

"your hands……"

Jiang Yinghe only asked halfway, then slowly clenched Jun'er's fingers, and said, "...Master will find a way."

His voice is very low, with the kind of gentleness that no one else is qualified to hear. Qin Jun was clearly an evil spirit without blood, flesh and no heartbeat, but at this moment he felt that the human heart in his chest was shaking violently.

He suddenly held Jiang Yinghe back.

"Master," Qin Jun's voice was a little hoarse, like rubbing and rubbing on sandpaper, and it sounded deep in his ears, "If I really become a ghost, Master...will not I?"

He rarely said such things.

Jiang Yinghe raised his eyelashes, looked at him with bright eyes for a moment, and said as if promised: "Master will not let you become that way."

The gloomy ghost air spread around, shaking as the sky thunder struck down. Qin Jun lowered his gaze and said nothing to Tianlei, instead staring at the fingers Jiang Yinghe clasped with him.

There are indeed a lot of evil thoughts rolling in his heart, constantly clamoring and disturbing his reason. For example, at this moment, his master is holding his hand

, Close at hand, the biggest thought in his heart is to **** him back, raise him, and put him in a place where only he can see.

However, it doesn't work.

He had never realized so soberly like this before that what he wanted to see was Jiang Yinghe now.

He would never want to see the day when Xue Jian Wangchen faced him.

How did Jiang Yinghe know what Jun'er was thinking about? While recalling Qin Jun's journey of cultivation over the past 100 years, he was thinking of a remedy...Although this hand does not seem to affect his movements, it can't be so! So when Jun'er finds a Taoist companion in the future, which female cultivator can't be afraid?

Jiang Yinghe felt like an old father. None of the three cubs could support him. Needless to say, he could not help but worry about finding a wife in the future.

It is not easy for Yuan Ying to break through the sky thunder of Yuanshen. In the entire cultivation world, after breaking through the soul, you can be respected as a real person. Who has not done enough preparations for hundreds of years to find a good day and a good day to provoke the sky. How can Jun'er be like this...

Jiang Yinghe guarded his heart, and said: "The incident happened suddenly, so I can only hold on, Jun'er..."

As soon as his words fell, he felt that Qin Jun seemed to be a little unsupported, and hugged himself with his head down.

Jiang Yinghe sighed and said, "Even I can't help you with this kind of thing. I can only do the last insurance for you. What's the use of being close to me?"

"Useful." Jun'er's voice was hoarse like thirst, "Master, let me give you a hug."

He tightened his arms, wrapped around Jiang Yinghe's waist, and outlined the other party's waist from the wide layered robes, only to realize that Jiang Yinghe's waist was so thin.

Jiang Yinghe wears many layers of clothes on weekdays. Although it looks misty and dusty, it makes people unable to see his specific figure. Only when he is in his arms and held in the palm can he feel the temperature of his body.

It was too light. When it was in his palm, Qin Jun felt almost weightless, and the opponent could get out of his control with a gentle turn.

He subconsciously held it tighter, and heard the helpless voice of the master: "Can this give you the power to overcome the catastrophe?"

What Jiang Yinghe said was to encourage him to face the tribulation bravely. There are always so many big ups and downs in his life... Besides, he still has himself, even if he can't be promoted, he won't destroy the foundation of his practice.

But I didn't expect that the two apprentices, who are independent and good at cutting first and playing later, held his shoulders so intimately for the first time, and responded with a deep voice: "Yes."

Jiang Yinghe: "..."

This kid can't teach anymore.

Just as Jiang Yinghe was swiped by this thought, he saw the progress bar of Master A Jiang's system suddenly jumped up again, and the system also popped up a pink bubble, and gave him a heart.

Jiang Yinghe: ...what are these!

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The thundercloud rolled.

This kind of transcendence vision shocked everyone, and even the hundreds of ghosts who wandered around followed in a frenzy.

A cloud of black ghost energy enveloped the center of Thunder Tribulation, and there was no scene at all, only the constant concentration of lightning power and ghost energy raged.

Li Huanhan stood there cold, no one dared to approach this one. Some Penglai disciples witnessed Xuanwei Xianjun breaking into the vortex of ghosts for Brother Qin, not to mention being close to Brother Li, even the most temperament-looking Junior Brother Chang Ye looked at him with a smile on his lips. It's kind of scary.

Although Chang Ye has a saber, it is not a famous weapon on the sword watch scroll, but a soft sword in Jiang Yinghe's private collection. This was selected by Jiang Yinghe reluctantly, and he was rather dissatisfied. It seemed that he had plans to recast Chang Ye.

But he loves like a treasure, staying at hand day and night. However, at this moment, Chang Ye did not stroke the soft sword, but unconsciously rubbed the bi-colored flute around his waist.

Chang Ye tapped the bottom of the mask slowly, and the silver mark on the center of his eyebrows faintly lit up, feeling that his posterior molars were itching, and he had killed Senior Brother Qin several times in his mind.

Tian Zhen's habit is very special. He has almost nothing to eat except for Dragon's brain, which is completely different from Qin Jun's man-eating spirit.

Chang Ye had already figured out how Qin Jun had coaxed Jiang Yinghe, and then saw Li Huanhan, who had been stagnant, draw his sword soundly, the murderous intent that had been restrained for a long time almost overflowed.

He quickly blocked the demon: "Brother!"

This "senior brother" is really rare and sincere.

Li also stared at him coldly, with a cold tone: "Get out of the way, I'm going to slaughter that dog."

As soon as the words fell, the thundercloud over there suddenly stopped, and the circling ghost gas seemed to have finally been dispersed, slowly dispersing in all directions.

Chang Ye didn't have any thoughts to stop him. When he turned his head to see if he could pounce on Master, he saw Qin Jun's hand reluctantly moving away from Jiang Yinghe's waist.

Chang Ye: "...Go, I'll help you."

But this didn't come true, no matter how murderous the mood was, he would have to hold back in the face of the danger of falling off the horse.

At this time, Qin Jun's clothes had been stained with blood for most of them, it was the wound cut by Lei Jiejia, but he hadn't noticed it, and he had been staring at Jiang Yinghe's side cheek.

Xu Ye's gaze was too hot, and the master who was still helping him stabilize his realm raised his eyes and glanced over it gently. Qin Jun immediately reduced his expression and looked at the two people aside.

Li Huanhan slowly pushed the blood sword into its sheath, and said blankly: "Congratulations, brother."

Chang Ye on the side squeezed his finger, and seemed to be pressing the agitated prototype in his body, and smiled and said: "I didn't expect Brother Qin to be able to cross the catastrophe in Yunzhou Ghost City. This place Hundred Ghosts Walks at night, but it is very scary... Well, Master doesn’t know, just now, Zen Master Huijing and the seniors surveyed and said that the ghostly atmosphere here is likely to be a legacy of history."

Jiang Yinghe parted and listened, and asked, "What's the problem?"

"It is said that a ghost repair power fell here. It is very likely that it was the master of the ghost sect in the world three thousand years ago. What is the name of that person..." Chang Yezhang thought about it for a moment, "It seems that there is a record. The ghost sect master is called Bingzhi."

He showed a sweet smile: "Huh? Brother Qin is also here?"

This "kind and well-behaved" junior brother spoke too quickly. Qin Jun didn't have time to stop him when he heard this little mouth chucking his underwear out.

Qin Jun cut off the words: "How can I be the same as Gui Xiu."

Chang Ye snorted softly: "You and Gui Xiu are indeed big, different, similar, and the same!"

The two of them were only scrupulous about Jiang Yinghe's presence, and they didn't quarrel with each other. After Jiang Yinghe withdrew his hand and determined that Qin Jun's tragedy was unimpeded, he discovered that there was a circle of Righteous Daoists around him.

Senior Sister Yan from the same school ran over looking at Tianlei. Now she saw Jiang Yinghe's shadow. She was relieved when she saw that the people were all right, but she still asked a few words in the past: "What's the matter? I think it's Yuanshen. I can't get close to the thunder robbery of the period. Did you hurt Junior Brother?"

Jiang Yinghe shook his head slightly, just hanging up Qin Jun's hand, his frosty slender fingers clenched a piece of cold bone, and whispered: "It's just that Jun'er has some problems."

Yan Caiwei nodded and said, "It's nothing, people can keep it, and the hands can be cured slowly."

The Zen Master Huijing on the side also approached a few steps and said: "Jiang Xianjun, if you don't give up, you can follow the poor monk to Lan Ruo Temple for a while, maybe there is a forensic medicine."

Jiang Yinghe just wanted to say that he wanted to calm this place before he made a decision. He saw that as the thunderclouds dissipated, the ghost repairs in the entire Yunzhou City jumped back in minutes, and left the stranger in the blink of an eye. In the realm, there were only two or three kittens that hadn't kept up and dropped out, shivering under the intimidation of the younger disciples.

What happened? Their eldest daughter-in-law gave birth?

Jiang Yinghe refused to get stuck in his throat, and said with a sigh of relief: "...respect is worse than fate."