Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Lanruo Temple Quiet Room.

"Jiuying betrayed the contract." A female sister dressed in blue said angrily, "He clearly has an agreement with the human race! How dare to attack the Zen master?"

A person wearing Yingzhou School costumes echoed: "Since the Yaozu is the first to break the contract, we don't have to abide by the content of the treaty."

A little far away from the two, a real master of Yaowanggu sighed: "It's just a fight, the deaths and injuries are everywhere, the two races are fighting, and the sacrifices in it are really unbearable."

"Then let Jiuying eat the cultivation base of a Buddha for nothing!?"

Just as the conversation became more enthusiastic and there was a lot of Martian flavor in the content, the abbot of Zen Qing who had not spoken for a long time coughed abruptly.

Everyone was silent suddenly, looking at Zen Qing and Xuanwei Xianjun, who was sitting beside him silently.

According to age, it is true that the abbot of Chanqing is older, but he has been stuck in trials for a long time and cannot leave Lanruo Temple easily. At present, the top combat power of the audience is Jiang Xianjun.

"Life and death are not what I want." Chanqing said, "It's just that Lao Na asked the fairy for something."

Jiang Yinghe said, "But it doesn't hurt to say it."

"Please Xianjun, on behalf of Lao Na, go to the Demon Race and re-discuss the contract with Jiuying."

Jiang Yinghe pondered for a moment, and said faintly: "If he insists on breaking the contract, this seat will retrieve his demon pill on behalf of the abbot, shocking Xiao Xiaochang."

He said these few words too coldly and decisively. Even the few real people of various factions who had been fighting at the bottom trembled in their hearts.

Chan Qing closed his eyes for a while, before he spoke, he saw Qin Jun beside Jiang Yinghe suddenly said, "I will accompany the master."

Jiang Yinghe frowned, "You..."

Only one word came out of his words, and a long flute suddenly sounded in Lan Ruo Temple. The sound of the flute sounded unremarkable, even a little jerky at first, but gradually turned around and melodious, and as the sound of the music increased, the roar of beasts suddenly sounded around.

——It's the roar of the Yaozu!

After that, the voices of thousands of troops and horses resounded suddenly, and the demons who practiced around the place where Lanruo Temple was, were stunned by the sound of the flute, and bowed their heads in the direction of Lanruo Temple. The monster race with a higher cultivation level only had time to roar, and then stopped abruptly and knelt to the ground.

Jiang Yinghe suddenly felt an unpleasant premonition. This flute sound seemed to be effective only for the monster race. This is...

Before he found any clues in his mind following the sound of the flute, he heard a roar that broke through the air, and then with a bang, a behemoth smashed the beams of the Lanruo Temple with a "bang".

Everyone took a few steps back

, Saw a nine-headed beast crushing a house, roaring and screaming in front of Jiang Yinghe. Then, the sound of the distant flute suddenly shook, and the nine-headed beast violently transformed into a human form, with its knees fiercely He crashed into the ground and was forced to lower his head and lay on the ground.

Jiang Yinghe was startled for a moment and hesitated: "Jiuying?"

The appearance of the human-shaped Jiu Ying has not changed, and the beast patterns of the monster race are surging on his handsome face. He seems to struggle a few times unwillingly, and then is slammed by the sound of the flute. There were several low roars in the throat that were difficult for humans to make.

When everyone was so shocked that they couldn't speak, only Qin Jun smiled on his lips and looked deeply at the big demon who was kneeling on the ground in front of him.

Jiuying still seems to be dissatisfied, and I don't know who said to him: "The bald donkey is disrespectful to me, so even if I eat it..."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of the flute stopped suddenly, and a stream of blood spurted from Jiuying's mouth, as if a huge force pressed him to kneel in front of Jiang Yinghe, unable to move.

While Jiang Yinghe was still in the clouds and mists, it seemed like the persecuted Jiuying Demon Lord hammered the ground angrily, but he could only endure and say: "The younger generation is not easy to practice. Since it is your order, the younger generation has nothing to do with it. Cong, it’s just that since Yao Zun is now in this world, why hasn’t he been so late? What concerns does Mian have!"

Demon Lord is here?

Everyone on the scene was shocked by the scene in front of them and their brains were not enough, and they took a breath... But how did this one kneel in the wrong place? If he is forced to apologize, shouldn't he kneel in front of the abbot of Zen Qing?

"As long as there is a crown, sweeping the realm of cultivation is only a matter of time! If you are someone who wants..." Jiu Ying raised his eyes, the red and blue patterns on his face were faintly shiny, and he looked at fiercely. Jiang Yinghe glanced at him, "As long as you give an order, the younger generations will surely **** everyone back, no matter how you want to play with it..."

I don’t know what mechanism was touched by this sentence. The melodious flute sound that had stopped suddenly passed through my ears. The demon who was suppressed and panting in front of him screamed sharply, and his whole body was lifted up out of thin air. Only huge, half red and half blue demon pill.

The demon pill split and opened, and the screams rang through my ears. Half of the split demon pill flew in front of Jiang Yinghe, while the other half fell naturally and rolled on the ground for a while.

The big demon who responded with a hundred responses in the Yaozu almost lost consciousness in pain at this moment.

Jiang Yinghe took half of the demon pill, but he still didn't realize what was going on. When he was a little at a loss, the abbot of Zen Qing suddenly opened.

He said: "Xianjun? This monster will be dealt with by Lan Ruo Temple."

Jiang Yinghe reflected and replied: "This is natural."

The abbot of Zen Qing turned his gaze, glanced at Qin Jun beside him, and then prompted: "Since Jiuying speaks with the demon venerable in this world, I am afraid this demon venerable has something to you about Jiang Xianjun..."

He considered the words: "There is an attempt. Please pay more attention to Xianjun."

Jiang Yinghe nodded, completely ignoring the meaning of Zen Qing, and said earnestly: "My generation asks, and faces difficulties. We won't be afraid of others because of others, but we won't despise our opponents because of others' prying eyes."

Chanqing looked at his unchanging expression and remembered that he had helped Penglai eliminate the memory of his emotional roots. After a long while, he sighed: "Jiang Xianjun is really a first-class cultivation seed."

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The ultimate solution to this matter was Lan Ruo Temple's own business, and Jiang Yinghe did not go into it.

It's just this half of the demon pill... Jiang Yinghe held the crescent-shaped demon pill with red and blue overlapped, looked at it for a long time in confusion, and then contacted the few words Jiuying said when he was pressed on the ground. Thinking of—this is what Rao Shi Zi Yao Zun, wouldn’t it be that he wanted to pick him up!

How is that possible, he is as straight as a telephone pole! Although Chun. dreams of being with a man...Although he has always been confessed by male practitioners since he began to practice the Taoism...Although no female Taoist friends have liked him yet...

Jiang Yinghe's confidence is getting weaker and weaker. Finally, he completely took this little crescent demon pill and fell into reflection: Why is it so same-sex? Is there really something wrong with my sexuality?

Just when he was hesitating, the breath of other people suddenly appeared on the side, and a clear and lively voice sounded from his ears.

"Master!" Chang Ye doesn't like to hear people talk about serious things, so he didn't accompany Jiang Yinghe to talk with the real people of Zhengdao before. He didn't talk to Jiang Yinghe until this moment, "Have you finished talking?"

His eyes were shining, his movements slowly shifted, and a pair of black eyes were under his lashes: "Are you going to negotiate with the monster race? Master, what is this..."

Chang Ye came over, stretched out his hand to touch the small crescent in Jiang Yinghe's hand, and then took a hold of his hand in the air after a pause.

Jiang Yinghe's hands are beautiful, but his skeleton is well-proportioned and slender, and his hands are not very big. Chang Ye's fingertips slid up from the back of his hand and buckled back gently, the voice in his ears became more and more clear and innocent.

"This is very beautiful, suitable for making a hairpin for Master." Chang Ye turned his head and bent his eyes and smiled, "Master

It must be so good-looking. "

Jiang Yinghe looked at the red and blue crescent in his hand, and at this bright and weird color scheme, it was like a subway old man looking at his mobile phone, full of huge vulgar words. He hesitated for a moment, and said, "To be a hairpin?"

"Yeah." Chang Ye took it for granted, "This monster pattern is also beautiful."

Jiang Yinghe: "...bells and whistles."

Obviously his own aesthetic is not like this, but for the sake of the little apprentice, he didn't directly say it, and instead asked: "Chang Ye, you have met Zen Master Hui Jing. Are there any touches in your heart when you come here today?"

Chang Ye was stunned for a moment, then blinked and said, "Master, what do you want the disciple to touch?"

Jiang Yinghe thought for a while and said, "Is there any insights about... life and death?"

Chang Ye didn't answer directly, but looked at the other person for a moment with clear eyes, and then said: "I can't feel it."

"...Can't feel it?"

Chang Ye nodded, lowered his head and rubbed against Master’s arms, and said softly, "Only things related to Master do I feel pain, jealousy, and impatience in my heart. As for the pain of life and death, it’s on others. , It’s just another cycle of reincarnation, and it’s the master’s body that will make the disciple...pain."

Jiang Yinghe was completely stunned, realizing that something was wrong with the other party's thoughts, took a breath and asked, "Why?"

Chang Ye stared at his eyes, and then smiled suddenly, and wrapped around his waist, full of attachment, saying: "Because you are my master."

Before Jiang Yinghe could continue to ask, the door of the room suddenly rang, and an unfamiliar voice sounded.

"While the medicine king Gu is sad forever, I heard that Xuanwei Xianjun is looking for a cure for his beloved's hand injury, and I am here to visit."

When Jiang Yinghe was interrupted, he did not continue to correct the little apprentice's thoughts, but said: "Ye'er, you go out first."

Chang Ye nodded obediently, got up from his arms a little bit reluctantly, and made room for Master to talk.

When he closed the door and turned around, he saw Qin Jun standing outside the door.

Qin Jun lowered his head and stared at the half-boned arm, lifted his eyelids, and watched the beautiful and pure face of the little junior brother darken in an instant, and the almost sickly fatal feeling in his eyes revealed the tip of the iceberg.

"Don't pretend?" Qin Jun asked casually, "It's disgusting to be fake."

Chang Ye leaned on the door and smiled at him: "But Master just likes me."

The hands of the bones stretched out, and they suddenly clenched after hearing the words. Qin Jun raised his eyes, and there was a deposit in his iron-gray eyes.

A clear killing intent. He suppressed the murderous intent, looked away, and stopped on the flute at Long Ye's waist.

"You ruined his trust like this." Qin Jun said, "Aren't you afraid that you won't get anything in the end."

Chang Ye seemed to have touched a certain sensitive nerve. Those eyes that were crystal clear in front of Jiang Yinghe were so gloomy that people did not dare to approach it, and a morbid paranoia was exuding all over his body.

"How dare you use this to talk about me?" He glanced at Qin Jun's bone hand, sarcastically, "each other each other."

The author has something to say: I would rather fall into the dust for him and be a painful person. —— Lyrics "People Are Not Grass and Trees"

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