Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Jiang Yinghe didn't expect that this gray-haired young man who was rescued from the mass of flesh and blood in his grievances would say "hungry" in his mouth, not because he was greedy for appetite.

The screen separates the inside and the outside. Qin Jun was lying inside the inner screen.

Jiang Yinghe and Yan Caiwei were sitting at the same place. After many Taoist friends had resolved the ghosts that were raging here, they all bowed to Jiang Yinghe, thanked Jiang Xianjun and Penglai Xianmen for their help, and then left again.

During this process, a real primordial soul from Yaowanggu had probed Qin Jun's situation.

"This person's spiritual root is extraordinary, and it must be a first-grade cultivation seed... It's just that the flesh is soaked in ghost energy, and the ghosts have corroded it. Later on the road of cultivation, it will often need to be guided and repaired, otherwise..." The real person stroked his long beard and sighed. "I'm afraid that he will go crazy and become a ghost repairer full of grievances."

These are also Jiang Yinghe's judgments. He nodded slightly and asked, "Is there a way?"

"If you want to calm the ghost, you must feed the blood of the Dao Body from the ancestors above the Void Void Realm to purify the body. After the child breaks through the Nascent Infant, he can stabilize the foundation and remain unaffected."

Jiang Yinghe immediately thought of the bite that the opponent fell on the collarbone that day when he rescued him. He also presumably didn't want to fall, and wanted to return to the right path.

He nodded, and after bidding farewell to the real Yaowanggu, he looked at Yan Caiwei beside him, and said, "What do you think the elder sister?"

After ten days of calming down the grievances, Yan Caiwei did a lot of things to soothe the wounded and purify and exorcise evil spirits. Several confessions were set up by the people of Anzhou. In the past two days, she was worrying about the human aspirations used by these Shinto monks.

She sighed and said, "Isn't it necessary for you to feed him from time to time when you lead him to the beginning? Would Li Huanhan be willing?"

Jiang Yinghe said, "Then accept him as my second apprentice."

Yan Caiwei glanced at him in surprise: "If you don't have a hundred years, if you take another son, you must be coveted by everyone in the cultivation world for your seat."

Jiang Yinghe looked across the screen and said calmly: "This is fate. Ordinary people cannot enter my door."

Yan Caiwei thought of the many young talents who were eager to worship Junior Brother Jiang in the previous thousand years, and thought of their current realm and the realm of Li Huanhan's celestial body, and suddenly became distracted by Jiang Yinghe's vision and fate. sigh.

"...Does the unborn genius attract other unborn geniuses?" She shook her head, "As long as you accept disciples, the head brother is afraid that he will be happy again.

I can't sleep all night. It's just that these two children, a body of a demon, and a ghost invading the gods, didn't know that you thought you were saving the dead and healing the wounded. "

Jiang Ying Hemo held his teacup for a while, and said, "Poverty alleviation with precision."

The words fell, and the "targeted for poverty alleviation" inside woke up from the body's self-repair, with a little movement.

Jiang Yinghe stood up, walked into the screen, and saw the gray-haired youth's eyes turn around at a glance, the kind of chilly iron gray. The contours of his facial features are sharp, with clear lines, and there is a silent but deadly feeling in his eyes, with a sense of defense.

He sat on the side of the bed and said calmly: "Follow me into Penglai."

It's really straight forward, and there is no room for a turn. Before the other party can reply, Jiang Yinghe added: "If you don't want to cultivate immortals and ask, at most three to five years, your body will fester and disintegrate and turn into dust. Although Xiantu is bitter, it can grow you Shouyuan."

This is Jiang Yinghe's impression of the biggest temptation for ordinary people. The power of transcending the sky and moving mountains and seas is still too far away for them. Only living long is the most real and immediate benefit.

But the other party's reaction was not great. Those iron-gray eyes were still staring at him, and the line of sight almost seemed to belong to a fierce beast or evil spirit, as if he had captured his own goal, with a trace of novelty or fun.

He didn't reply, Jiang Yinghe just tacitly agreed, lowered his head and slid the index finger of the other hand with the thumb of his left hand. The skin of the ice and snow road body immediately split, revealing bright red liquid.

He reached for his hand and handed it to Qin Jun's lips, his voice softened a little: "It's me who will save you, so I won't hurt you."

Those iron-gray eyes moved, looking at the dazzling red spots on the frosty skin, he licked his lips, the temporarily weak spirits and true spirits were attracted by the fragrant fragrance in front of him.

The blood touches the lips. Qin Jun grabbed Jiang Yinghe's fingertips. Before he fell asleep, he had dealt with those monks who claimed to be decent and decent, but it was the first time he was tempted like this.

In his impression, in the realm of cultivation thousands of years ago, the struggles and evil thoughts within the right way were not less than those of the Yinmen Ghost Sect. How can someone like this person who talks about the highest goodness like water, how can this person take it seriously?

Qin Jun's tongue was pressed against the wound, and the sweetness of the opponent's soul could be seen from the crack. He suddenly spit out Jiang Yinghe's finger and got up and approached him.

Jiang Yinghe did not hide. Given this person's weakness, there is no need to be too vigilant. This is just an ordinary person who has been tortured by grievances...

His thoughts froze suddenly, and he felt the other person hug him.

He was too insecure. After he rescued him, he never mentioned his parents. He probably died during the raging spirits. Jiang Yinghe sighed in his heart, thinking that if this were in a modern society with a harmonious and happy system and a sound system, it would be so miserable that it would be able to make money...

Wait a minute, what is the dripping chip... Jiang Yinghe has been here for more than a thousand years, and there are always places with fuzzy memories. He was thinking about "the child is too miserable", so Qin Jun lay on his neck and took another bite.

Jiang Yinghe: "...is it a dog?"

The person in his arms didn't say a word, and opened a mouth with his sharp teeth on the right side of his Adam's apple, slowly licking and licking the bleeding blood.

Although the blood in Dao's body had little effect on Jiang Yinghe, it was still a little painful. He frowned, feeling that he couldn't make people bite in vain, stretched out his hand to pat Qin Jun, and whispered, "Call Master."

The movement between his neck stopped for a moment, and Jiang Yinghe heard him faintly let out a deep laugh, like an illusion, the other party's expression seemed to have not changed.

Qin Jun slowly shifted his gaze and glanced at him. He didn't know what he was thinking. It took a long time before he said: "...Master's life-saving grace, disciple Qin Jun, I can't remember it."

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When Jiang Yinghe set off for Penglai, the ghost town of Anzhou had been purified by many righteous monks. Many resentful souls were washed away, and the earth gradually settled down.

The real head Zhou Zhengping knew that he had accepted another disciple. He was so relieved that he came to visit him in person, and then he was stared at by Qin Jun’s gray eyes and his back was hairy. He wondered how this child looks exactly like his brother. Junior Brother Jiang looked like a piece of flesh and bone, and when he saw other people, his eyes were filled with weird disgust.

It's like watching a group of harmful garbage in the cultivation world that has been piled up for thousands of years.

However, for the sake of Penglai's inheritance, Zhou Zhengping still praised Qin Jun very hard. After he finished boasting, he learned from Yan Caiwei that this new disciple was invaded by ten thousand ghosts, and was more fragile than the body of the demon before. Maybe the child was taught and taught...

Zhou Zhengping glanced at Jiang Yinghe with his usual expression, and said with difficulty: "...this son must be unique."

Jiang Yinghe agreed, and nodded in satisfaction.

But Qin Jun, who had gray hair and gray eyes, stood beside him, barely repairing his body with spiritual power, and could not see any tenacity and talent at all.

Zhou Zhengping: "..."

The head master was still groaning and frowning until he left, and the whole Penglai was not optimistic...

After that, this disciple named Qin Jun quickly built the foundation and slapped everyone in the face again.

It was another two short years of building the foundation, and the whole Penglai complained. Just thinking that Brother Li would lead his fellow students to the secret realm for a few years to rebuild his confidence, he was immediately thrown away by this Senior Brother Qin. How come their Qingjingya disciples are so improper? !

But there is one sentence that is right, Qing Jingya's disciples are indeed not very human.

Jiang Yinghe felt that this progress was taken for granted based on systematic standards. He is staring at the second progress bar that the system opens. The bright red training progress bar behind the "jun" character slowly unlocks. Whenever he purifies the ghost energy in the opponent's body with the blood of the Dao body, this progress bar will be activated. Jump suddenly.

It seems that the way of caring for physical and mental health is quite correct. Jiang Yinghe thought with satisfaction. While checking Qin Jun's practice, he was suddenly grabbed by the wrist by the two apprentices.

He usually doesn't speak much, he acts very calmly, and doesn't rashly do anything that is uncertain. Generally, when such a move occurs, there is something to say.

Jiang Yinghe raised his head and glanced at him, guessing: "The foundation is not stable?"

Qin Jun nodded: "There are some."

Jiang Yinghe changed the path of his spiritual power, went directly into his gong body, wrapped the foundation-building spiritual platform, swept away his spiritual consciousness, and saw Qin Jun's spiritual platform full of gray and black, with traces of ghost energy lingering.

It's still getting rid of the uncleanness, the spirit of the ten thousand ghosts seems to be planted in the true spirit, no matter how it is purified in these two years, it will come back.

Jiang Yinghe frowned lightly, and while patiently continuing to expel ghosts, he wondered what could be done to improve his physique... Just as Jiang Yinghe was meditating, he suddenly felt something pressing on his shoulders with a touch of warmth. on.

It was Qin Jun who leaned over. He stared at Jiang Yinghe's frost-white neck and throat for a while, then said, "Master is bothering me everywhere. I..."

"Hush." ​​Jiang Yinghe focused on introducing spiritual power, removing the ghosts that entangled the foundation building, and then said, "You don't have to be guilty, as long as you do bright and upright things in the future, according to the senior brother, be a person who asks for good ..."

Asking Xiangshan... Qin Jun seemed to have heard a wonderful joke. His attention was focused on Jiang Yinghe, and finally he thought of the difference between him and other righteous people.

He is just superficially indifferent, but in fact he is mature and gentle, and has a great tolerance for other people. And he seems to have been trained and educated by certain rules, and is willing to use more kindness

The idea of ​​guessing others.

This feeling was especially obvious when he faced himself.

Some of this special treatment pleased this evil spirit's sensitive nerves.

He was used to the breath of Jiang Yinghe's body, and he felt very comfortable to get closer, and Jiang Yinghe stripped away the ghostly energy that was actually not a major problem in his body.

Just at this moment, the Xianfu Profound Gate of Qingjing Cliff suddenly opened, and the light from the outside suddenly poured in, and there was a black figure that was as tall as a pine.

Li Huanhan stood in the center of the Xuanmen in a **** body. The robes on his body were damaged in several places, and the blood stains on his body slid down, flowing through the gaps in his clenched knuckles.

"Master," there was a moment of hostility in those **** eyes, but quickly dissipated, "...who is he?"

The blood dripped on the ground, soaking through the gaps between the fingers, dyeing the Han Yujian that Li Huanhan was holding tightly in his hands, and it was covered with bright red.

This is a mirror stone in the realm of Taixu Mystery, an unpolished congenital spiritual treasure. When Li Huanhan's hand took the cold jade mirror stone from the cold light mysterious ice, the entire Taixu secret realm disappeared.

On the way back, he awkwardly knit the knot countless times, and made it into a sword pendant after thousands of trials. Every time he placed it in his palm and stared down, he felt heartbroken.

The blood dripped on the ground, forming a thin layer of ice. The black-haired young man with bright red eyes walked forward. From his throat to his chest, he was scratched by the chill of his palm, as if piercing his heart.

His exclusivity, desire for possession, hope flourishes.

From winter to spring, it turns warm and cold.