Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Demon Sect.

In the pool water with thick blood flowing, bright red drops of water flowed through Li Huanhanjin's thin arms.

He was soaked in a pool of blood silently, an eye split between the flesh and blood in his palm.

"Lord," it was a little horrified, "Lord, your demon can't control it at all! If you think about it like this, you will definitely be crazy, even if it's a demon..."

The blood shadow was only half of his words, and it stopped abruptly, as if something terrible was holding his throat. It made a hasty gasp, crying in mourning, "Blood River Demon Lord! Li Huanhan! You might as well dig out your love roots like this. Is this the devil living a life? What are you putting up with?!"

Seeing that Li Huanhan didn't respond, it screamed and roared: "If your parents died and the body was made into a puppet, it would be a demon. What is this now? You can't have fun in time. , You are still worthy of being called a demon?! If you want to be clear-hearted, you might as well cultivate Buddha..."

Before he could speak, he gave a scream, and stopped talking, shivering, looking at his host with bright red eyes.

Li Huanhan slowly opened his eyes, and said coldly: "Enough said?"

The blood shadow was shrinking in the palm of his hand, and he did not dare to make a sound.

To some extent, the blood shadow is also his heart demon, but this heart demon came from when he slowly gathered from the Jiuyou Hell when he was young, and he has seen his weakness and unwillingness. , He lingers every moment in the darkest place.

Li has been in the cold for more than half his life, and has long been covered with blood.

The blood shadow watched the host stand up, and the aura on his body suddenly broke out from the silence, rising from Wujie all the way up, Jin Dan, Yuan Ying, Yuan Shen, Dong Xu...Finally stopped at half a step above the Golden Fairy.

Xueying couldn't help sighing: "Comfortable, the demon body will always be more comfortable than the Taoist body, the Lord might as well abolish the other half of your Taoist body, what's the use..."

When it saw Li Huanhan's eyes swept, it was shocked that it had said something wrong, and it quickly stopped.

Li Huanhan squeezed his palm, and the blood shadow in his palm suddenly retracted unwillingly. He put on the profound clothes again, stood beside the blood pond, watching dozens of Qingxin magical implements and bottles of meditation pills in front of him, and there was no wave in his red eyes.

Only he himself knew what his demon was.

Li Huanhan raised his hand and stroked it. The dozens of magical artifacts and medicinal pills placed in front of him were greatly diminished, suddenly weakened, and then completely scrapped and turned into a handful of worldly dust.

The ashes slipped from his fingers, and all the expensive artifacts disappeared

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Li Huanhan retracted his hand, and the temperature in his blood-red eyes gradually lowered, but even with such a number of pure heart-like artifacts as aids, he was stuck in that night for a long time, and it was difficult to extricate himself.

As long as he closes his eyes, there is only the appearance of the master in front of him, from the first time he stood in front of him, until-

Until that night, Jiang Yinghe was low, panting and curling up, his eyes were reddish, and his eyelashes were wet with tears forced by the fire. His ice-snow Dao body couldn't bear this kind of torment, and even his consciousness was lost in a daze, as if he had been injured, and moved to his side helplessly.

Li Huanhan could hear the humming and whimpering between the lips of the other party, as well as his subconsciously dawdling when he was confused. Under his cold and indifferent appearance, there is a vivid and moving softness.

It was the first time that he experienced the feeling of emotion, and he also felt the demons arising from emotion as never before.

This Master Master, who even frowned him, abandoned the tough and cold shell, peeling off the appearance layer by layer, and when struggling in the sea of ​​desire, he actively grabbed Li Huanhan's sleeves.

——Even if he is a stubborn rock, let this affect the heart of the earth to sway, let alone he is not.

He is not a gentleman, nor a gentle person in Jiang Yinghe's eyes, nor is he considerate or sympathetic. Li Huanhan felt that he was like a tightly stretched string, being stretched to the edge of breaking at all times.

He was buried in the depths of invading, occupying, looking, plundering and seizing thoughts, cold and deep fragile nerves, he thought he was well controlled, but the other party pulled his sleeve lightly, and they were all pulled. Broke up.

At this moment, Jiang Yinghe, who had been comforted and satisfied by his disciple's hand, improved slightly. Although his mind was still groggy, like a dream, he could finally feel the satisfaction of releasing his passion.

He didn't remember what happened after this, he didn't remember that he was gently clenched by that slightly cool hand, he touched his cheeks and ears, brushed the hair on the temples. I don't know how the other party treats treasures, carefully and nervously kissed his lips quietly, stealing a touch of nostalgic temperature from the touching lips.

Therefore, he didn't even know that after being kissed quietly by the other party, he called out unconsciously.

"Ye'er, don't make trouble..."

All love is frozen here.

His heart demon was deeply entwined and plunged into the flesh and blood.

He didn't immediately kill Chang Ye and brought Jiang Yinghe back to the Demon Sect, which was the last reason Li Huanhan left when he left. This heart demon is much more difficult than the blood shadow in the palm of his hand, pouring himself all the time

His pain oppressed the reason he barely maintained.

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

Li Huanhan closed his eyes and opened, exhaling deeply. At the same time, the bead curtain on the side suddenly rang, and the blind girl in red stood aside and said: "Master, just now Qiu Mojun sent a message saying that the people from Yaowanggu discovered the sword immortal in the early days. Remains."

"Ok."

"They... met Xuanwei Xianjun, and for some reason they moved him and asked Xianjun Jiang to explore with them."

Li Huanhan raised his eyes suddenly, his **** eyes darkened: "Where is the position?"

It was the legacy of a half-step golden immortal, and there were countless dangers in it.

The blind woman said: "Above the boundary of Nanzhou Medicine King Valley."

Li Huanhan nodded slightly and raised a hand. The blind woman in red who was standing opposite immediately bowed and turned into a blood-red sword of nirvana, which fell into Li Huanhan's palm. Several restrictions have been released on the body of the Nirvana Sword, but there is still the most important restriction imprinted on it, corresponding to the girl's unrecovered eyes.

He stepped out, behind a curtain of beads that shook suddenly, leaving a chaotic trembling sound.

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On the other side, the first time Jiang Yinghe and others stepped into the Jianxian Remains, they saw a stone stele that had been sealed for a long time.

To be precise, this place has not really entered the interior of the dynasty. This stone stele is just the inscription on the front door of the sword immortal in the early days, and it probably played the role of a house number.

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

The dust was swept away, revealing the true face of the stele. Originally, Jiang Yinghe just glanced casually, his gaze suddenly stopped, and he stared at the inscription blankly.

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

Jiang Yinghe's heart trembled suddenly, and the first reaction in his mind was: Is it all but me? Is there a second one who crossed over? Is this the sword fairy from the beginning?

The people around didn't understand it, and he didn't look too serious, so he glanced more casually and saw that it said:

"If someone later can understand what I'm writing, then you should be careful and try to be calm when facing the small black house. It is not worth it to get sick."

Jiang Yinghe: "..."

This sword fairy does not look very serious.

He continued to look down and saw a slightly smaller lettering below this line of words:

"Open the door code (crossed out the two codes

Words) Mantras are the core values ​​of twenty-four-character socialism. Please recite them in full. "

Jiang Yinghe: "...This person, is he a political teacher before crossing? What's the matter, accompany?"

He couldn't help but spit out, his voice was low, only Qin Jun who was beside him could hear clearly, turning his head and asking in a low voice: "What?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Yinghe sorted out his mood, thinking about whether this predecessor had derived something before leaving a message to himself.

He only paid attention to this matter, and when the group of people arrived in front of the gate of the wives mansion, he silently shifted his attention to the matter in front of him.

"We've explored this mysterious gate of the widow mansion before." Chou Yongzhou said. "External force is difficult to move and open, there must be a lot of restrictions on it, Jiang Xianjun..."

Before he had spoken, he saw Jiang Yinghe nodded slightly without changing his expression, stepped forward, and said twelve words without changing his face.

As the words landed, the giant gate that was originally heavy and difficult to move trembles suddenly, and the restriction on it turned repeatedly for a week, and then opened to both sides.

Sorrow forever lags for a while, looking at Jiang Yinghe's lonely appearance, the doubts and exclamations in his heart have reached the peak, and he can't help saying: "Xianjun, are you...?"

Jiang Yinghe: "...from ancient books."

Chou Yongzhou's face was solemn: "Which ancient book is it? Maybe there are more records about the sword immortal in the early days, and we can also reduce the loss."

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

Not only is it melancholy, but even the other monks who listened to Medicine King Valley exclaimed with emotion: "Unheard of, Jiang Xianjun is really knowledgeable!"

Jiang Yinghe: "...a prize."

After he finished speaking these two words, he couldn't listen anymore, and he felt embarrassed so much that he caught his toes. It took the lead to enter the interior of the remains.

There was no terrible mechanism inside, nor anything that looked weird, but correspondingly, all the treasures and magical instruments left by this senior were gone.

It seems to be just a very simple residence inside. Jiang Yinghe walked into the interior and saw that the furnishings inside had an earth-like decoration style, which confirmed the identity of the sword fairy from the beginning.

It is estimated that it was the senior who came through before him. Maybe he didn't expect that there would be a second one before he wrote those words on the inscription as a joke. Unexpectedly, there is still another self, who lost his footing on the way off work and became an eternal hate, and the soul passed through when he closed his eyes... The world is unpredictable.

Jiang Yinghe walked through the outermost

The arrangement, the top of the utensils inside are as smooth as yesterday, without any stains. As he walked, he suddenly discovered that the things inside seemed to be in pairs, and there was a pair of Celestials on the case, and even the hanging sword stand was in duplicate.

It's just that the aesthetics of Xuanjiantai is very distorted. The upper part is the simple style of the earth, and the lower part is the impact of strong and rich colors. The aesthetic style is comparable to that of the young apprentice.

He walked a few steps closer and saw an unfolded book on the side of the Xuanjian Platform with a shining talisman seal on it. The back of the fu seal wrote a sentence with Chen Mo on the uncorrupted paper, still in simplified Chinese. , It reads——

"Don't panic, even if it is really a small dark room, he will not dare to force love on you, no matter which one he is."

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

What is this? Is it a prank? Or is it really deduced to something ten thousand years later? And also deduced to his own destiny? No matter which 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 the sword fairy had no news for so many years in the early days. He didn't know if he succeeded in joining the Dao and returned to Earth, or died halfway through.

He let out a sigh of relief, waiting to explore other places, and suddenly an exclamation sounded from the side.

Just behind the Xuanjian Platform, I don't know who touched the mechanism, and the entire jade wall collapsed, exposing all kinds of spiritual treasures and magical instruments, talisman seal medicines, and piles of gleaming mountains inside.

But correspondingly, in front of the treasures stacked into the mountains, there is a thunderous lightning net, and every trace of cold and cold light that flows through is at least the aura of the virtual world.

Jiang Yinghe found the target, and through the flashing electric light, he saw a strong vitality exuding from the green bottle pill room placed on the countertop. He stood up and said to Jun'er: "You stay here, if there is a change, go out immediately."

Qin Jun held his arm and frowned, "Master has not healed from his old injury, this..."

Jiang Yinghe didn't listen to what he said, but gently pulled out his sleeves and said, "If it is reluctant, I will leave immediately."

He stepped forward, raised his sleeves and probed his hands. The ice and snow dao body exuded a cold air, and his spiritual power penetrated into the grid, slowly touching the flowing purple thunder that sealed these treasures, and then extremely cautiously. Intrude into the electric light.

The whole grid is separated by a chilling spiritual power, and it freezes in the slightest. In the process, it needs to be very concentrated.

carry out. Jiang Yinghe allowed his spiritual power to cover all the electric lights, and then suddenly withdrew his hand.

The mighty thunder net turned into ice, shattered inch by inch under his finger, and fell to the ground.

Just as Jiang Yinghe breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to take out the green bottle of elixir, a terrifying premonition suddenly surged in his heart. He raised his eyes suddenly and saw a mirror hanging above the many magical artifacts suddenly shined, a mighty power that was too large to resist, almost side by side with the half-step golden immortal, rushed out.

There was a sword light in the mirror.

Sword Qi rushed forward and shot directly in front of Jiang Yinghe. Before he had time to react, he was surrounded by a familiar breath in an instant, and he was slammed to the ground, blocking the shadow of the sword.

It's Qin Jun.

——But at this level of sword intent, Jun'er couldn't stop it at all!

"Jun..." Jiang Yinghe just blurted out a word, and his voice stopped abruptly.

He stared at the scene in front of him blankly.

Qin Jun's body was not penetrated by the sword energy, nor was it suddenly disintegrated by this mighty power. On the contrary, he was intact, and his body reflected the light from the mirror.

Under this ray of light, the flesh and blood on Qin Jun's body continued to dissolve and evaporate, leaving behind the skeleton of the skeleton. In the end, even the skeleton of the white bone was illuminated, leaving only the soul that appeared in front of him...

No, this is not a divine soul, this is an extremely solid, evil spirit.

His body was condensed from the emptiness of the soul state, and restored to his original appearance. The shackles and imprisonment of the body were removed, and the shocking ghost aura radiated from him, with an extremely terrifying look. The oppressive force, and the long-sealed Zhanyun Sword also rang loudly, prohibiting it from falling down one by one, breaking it layer by layer, revealing its original luster and strength.

This sword that can compete with the Dao of Heaven finally revealed its true face.

At the same time, Qin Jun's realm is constantly rising, breaking through the hole from the apparent primordial stage, and then being tested by one, two, three, and five levels of Taoism, and the powerful aura that transcends many realms is almost Exploded.

Stopped at half a step above the real level of the Golden Immortal.

Jiang Yinghe stared at him blankly, staring at those iron gray eyes.

His mind stopped completely.

In Wan Lai’s silence, only one Brother Yaowanggu stammered in shock and said:

"Then, that mirror is...Sword Immortal's misunderstanding mirror?!"

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