Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

The chain broke.

There was a crisp cracking sound, and an extremely terrifying aura rolled over to the surroundings. Ancient trees collapsed and all animals stunned. All forms were reversed in just a moment.

When Chang Ye swung the first knife, the man had died. Jiang Yinghe could see clearly. He saw that the broken fingers of the little apprentice couldn't hold the handle tightly, and saw that the unsharp blade easily smashed into the flesh and blood of the monk.

His palms were tightly curled up, holding the only sharp weapon in the cave, his expression sober, but his eyes darkened little by little.

One, two, three...

The man died long ago, his body was smashed to pieces, blood and internal organs were mixed and flowed down, and the blood on the blade splashed, and it touched Chang Ye's cheeks.

He didn't stop.

This is obviously an act of venting anger, but after one blow after another, it makes people feel the pain that is hard to breathe. The scene in front of me was bright red, blood seeping into the cracks of the stone.

Long night is covered with blood.

His broken wounds and broken bones all pierced through the sound of growth and recovery.

But there are other wounds that haven't healed, including his innocence and kindness, and his undefended defeat.

Drops of blood dripped from his ink hair, falling drop by drop to the ground.

The picture in front of me couldn't be seen directly, it was just a piece of mud in front of me, and I couldn't even see the original human form. The knife in Chang Ye's hand suddenly dropped and plunged into the ground.

He was startled.

Long night, staring at the blood red in front of him, he didn't know what was thinking in his mind. He didn't seem to feel that there was something wrong with him. He even smiled at the rescued human race as usual.

A few crows cried from outside the cave.

There was silence in the cave, with only the sound of thin, trembling breathing.

Tears mixed into the pool of blood all over the floor.

In the long nights crying, I always acted like a baby with him in tears, and approached him to ask him for forgiveness. Although Jiang Yinghe felt distressed, he rarely felt that he was really wronged.

But now, Jiang Yinghe watched desperately wiping his tears, watching the boy coughing and vomiting blood, kneeling on the ground and crying so much that he couldn't say a word.

Jiang Yinghe wanted to hug him, but he couldn't even touch his hand.

Finally, Chang Ye found a quiet corner, curled up in the corner and hibernated. He had just recovered from his blood, and he was overdrawn and needed a short rest.

Jiang Yinghe sat beside him guarding him.

The blood on his clothes has dried up, the bright red of his cheeks has been randomly wiped away, and the fingers have been reconnected under Tianxian's powerful self-repairing ability, but the skin and flesh are not yet complete.

Jiang Yinghe didn’t know what he would dream about. From tonight, he would no longer have spiritual fruit and food in his dreams, no longer the tribe’s childhood and fond memories, but the particularly dark night of the night, and men. The smile that appeared when he smashed his finger bones.

But he can only watch and can't do anything.

Jiang Yinghe sat beside him, watching the wounds healed one by one on the little apprentice's body, watching Leng Yue's brilliance shine in, spread to Chang Ye's legs, but couldn't shine on him.

Later, the boy changed back to the appearance of a kitten, leaning against the corner, curled up, his two paws were stained with blood, and he was covered with a fluffy tail.

Jiang Yinghe thought of many things he had done before Long Night, and when he was ignoring him, he turned into a cat to come over and act coquettishly, with wet eyes.

He doesn't know how scared he is, he will be thrown away, and he will be abandoned.

Jiang Yinghe lowered his eyes, looked at the moonlight in front of him, and stared all night.

Afterwards, Jiang Yinghe watched his bloodline awaken and cultivated for a long time, and watched him leave this lonely place and appear in the eyes of everyone.

Chang Ye has always loved to laugh, but everyone who knows him is extremely afraid of his smile. Tianyan Demon Lord looked forever innocent and kind, but he was the most scheming, insidious and cunning.

He climbed up step by step and became the venerable of the monster race. He stood in court with the demon **** Chaos at the time. The power of the long night spread from the monster race to all directions. Everywhere has his eyeliner and hidden stakes. Anyone who violates him will be caught. Little by little, he broke the network and died under his sword.

His sword was originally called "Resentment Society".

He went higher and higher, but he was tightly bound to what he hated the most, unable to get rid of it.

Until the civil war between Chang Ye and the demon **** broke out, the whole world was turbulent and shocked. Before this battle, Chang Ye changed the name of the sword in his hand, gave up his best at layout design, and left everything behind.

The demon clan who died for it watched the demon **** with a sword nailing the demon **** into the immeasurable sky, almost shattering the opponent's demon pill, and then he fell in the clouds and fell into the world.

Soon after, a snowfield formed where Tianxuan fell. In ten thousand years, the snowfield expanded and became more and more frozen forever.

Everything dissipated here.

The mirror became empty again.

Jiang Yinghe withdrew his spiritual consciousness, closed his eyes and pinched his eyebrows. Awakened from the long night

From that night on, the direction of this story became extremely depressing. Even if the little apprentice held a sharp blade and caused the big demons who looked down on him to bend down and bow their heads, he also felt from the look of the long night that he was not happy.

Jiang Yinghe stabilized his mind, slowly raised his eyes, and opened his eyes to see a snow-white long-haired kitten approaching him, raising his head to kiss him.

Jiang Yinghe's heavy heart was healed a lot at once. He hugged the white cat and couldn't help but stretched out his hand and squeezed his little paw, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, it's by my side..."

First, the loneliness, then the stray and abused, finally met the home, but also always worry about whether or not to be abandoned... Jiang Yinghe considered for a while from the perspective of the kitten, and felt that this was too miserable.

Just as the white cat's eyes were shining and it was about to change back into a human form in the next moment, a spiritual wave suddenly shook out from a certain direction of Lanruo Temple, sweeping down the decorations in the Buddhist room, and the incense burner fell.

Jiang Yinghe looked up and heard the little monk in the temple hurriedly knocking on the door: "Jiang Xianjun, the abbot invites you to come over, Hunyuan Xianjun, he...he..."

Before the little monk finished speaking, the door of the meditation room suddenly opened, and the people in it had disappeared.

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When Jiang Yinghe arrived at the scene, the situation was basically under control.

Just around Tong Guiyu, layers of spiritual waves oscillated outwards one after another, but since the first stroke, these shocks were locked in the room by the dark ghost enchantment and could not spread out.

Chan Qing was standing by, looking at Qin Jun, who was ghostly looking on the sidelines with his arms folded, and at the Halal man who held Tong Guiyu and didn't let go. He didn't know what to say as a monk.

Jiang Yinghe carefully felt the spirit wave within, frowned slightly, and said: "With the secret method of Buddhism in the body, it is still to this point.... You can't delay any longer, you must make a decision early."

Chanqing moved the Buddha beads and lowered his eyebrows: "Amitabha Buddha."

In the land of Buddhism in Lanruo Temple, the abbot shouldn't interfere with love affairs of the Hehuan Sect, so he can only stop moving forward.

Jiang Yinghe entered the barrier, walked a few steps closer, and saw Chou Yongzhou wearing a blue robe, and his gentle and gentle brows were depressed. When he saw Jiang Yinghe coming, he slowly released his fingers, his sleeves and robe The corners of Tong Guiyu's clothes were gently separated.

"Jiang Xianjun." Chou Yongzhou got up and saluted.

Jiang Yinghe nodded slightly, and didn't want to say anything. He just said: "This seat doesn't want to ask a real person whether he can afford to wait for a hundred years or a thousand years. Reincarnation

, To have vitality, let the real people step back. "

Chou Yongzhou stunned, and after reacting, he immediately stepped back and watched Jiang Yinghe sit down from the side and set up his support formation.

As the formation rose up, everything gradually became blurred, including the spirit wave oscillating around, and the crumbling Dao Xin, together with Tong Guiyu's appearance and figure, gradually blurred and gradually broken up.

Sorrow forever standing not far away. He is indeed the representative and template of Yaowanggu’s medical practitioners. His whole body is full of light herbal aroma and soft spiritual power. Only in the hesitant and extremely complex eyes can he see his tension.

The brilliance fades away, and the soul fades away.

The body without the support of the primordial spirit is scattered into powder like the dust of the world. Jiang Yinghe sent the remaining soul into the reincarnation between heaven and earth, and reached out his hand to pick up the red face sword from the powder.

Even if the Hongyanjian likes beautiful women, he is still languishing at the moment, and he has never even heard a clank.

Jiang Yinghe stretched out his hand to caress the Hongyan sword, his eyes stopped on the pendant of the light pink sword that had not been picked, and he turned and glanced at melancholy.

The other party was still the same as when he first saw him, and he looked very gentle, but in his eyes, there was a little trance and loneliness. He didn't ask for anything, and didn't want to retrieve the sword pendant. Instead, he saluted Jiang Yinghe again. , Bid farewell to the predecessors.

Jiang Yinghe nodded lightly, watching him leave, and then heard the abbot of Zen Qing suddenly speak.

"Halal people are just an opportunity."

"how do I say this."

"How can a person with a lack of emotional roots cultivate the Taoist mind to the full." Chanqing looked at Jiang Yinghe, "You and him are the same."

Jiang Yinghe was startled for a moment. Before he could think about this statement, he heard Chan Qing call out "Amitabha" and continued: "Tongxian Junliang is in front of him, but unfortunately he stops for Taoism. After that, even if he doesn't change his course, he is in Hehuan On the avenue, it will not deviate from the target."

Jiang Yinghe remembered the melancholy look just now, and remembered the few conversations he had met with him. He probably figured out the character of this person and asked: "Good match? The abbot thinks so, can you tell me the reason?"

In Jiang Yinghe’s mind, he felt that although Sorrow Yongzhou was more than mild, it seemed that he was not considerate and enthusiastic. After several meetings, he did not show too much mood swings, but instead put some of his favorite feelings in a hidden place. , It is difficult to predict.

Zen Qing said: "Tong Xianjun went into trouble, he was a halal man who gave up his life to save his life. As far as Lao Na knows, the method of Yaowanggu..."

"The abbot, wait a minute." Jiang Yinghe suddenly realized that he had misunderstood.

Dang, but the appearance is very beautiful, what about sacrificing? "

Zen Qing paused for a moment, glanced at him with a slightly surprised look, he wanted to say it, and he seemed to have considered it for a long time before he said: "...The halal person is now infected with Taoism and conflicts with cultivation methods, and he has fallen half a state. "

Dao body is infected... The techniques of Medicine King Valley and Hehuan Sect are indeed not dealt with, and the foundation of the Hehuan Sect also comes with its own supplementary techniques.

Jiang Yinghe paused in his thoughts, and suddenly remembered how to be affected by this kind of influence. Only as the bearer of the Hehuanzong exercises can he be...He buzzed in his mind, and subconsciously asked: "He... is he suffering?"

Tong Guiyu is an offense?

Before he understood the word, Chan Qing asked: "...what does this mean."

Jiang Yinghe was silent for a moment, and said, "It's okay, it's me who is standing wrong, not the abbot."

...How it seemed that even the monks knew Tong Xianjun's attributes, and he was the only one who stood against him.

The author has something to say: Hehe: I thought we were **** honey.

Li Huanhan: I thought too.

Qin Jun: Me too.

Chang Ye: ......Neither do I, which sword do you think is sharper when cutting Tongguiyu?