Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

The moonlight is like yarn.

Inside the temple, there is a golden statue of a fairy master. The tribute and incense candles are all in front of you. Among the crowds, there are some very young children who are led by their parents to worship the incense, and then compete with the one next to the temple. Taoist talk.

Some of them are luxuriously dressed, seemingly rich and wealthy businessmen, and some are neat and clean, full of poetry, but more are ordinary people with bright desires on their faces.

Jiang Yinghe came a little later, and most of the people had already dispersed, only one or two children left in the temple by their parents, standing behind the Taoist cowardly with their heads down.

Judging from Jiang Yinghe's eyes, with the aptitude of the Taoist in front of him, there is almost no hope on the road to the authenticity of the Taoist school, but the evil cultivation aura on his body seems to be well hidden, making it difficult for him to see what cultivation is.

There was no monk in his body, but because of his appearance, the boy he was holding by his hand was looked at for a few more times. In the end, the man in the Taoist suit still couldn't help but call out: "Wait a minute."

Jiang Yinghe stopped for a moment and said, "Daoist?"

The man saw that the young boy in the red robe had an excellent foundation, so he couldn't help but speak to keep others. Only when he got closer, he carefully saw Jiang Yinghe's face.

The man was stunned for an instant, and his heart jumped wildly. He vaguely felt that this was not an ordinary person, but he was still calm, and said in a mysterious way: "This is your child? Seen from the poor way, he has a lot of fairy fate."

Jiang Yinghe glanced at Long Ye that had become a child and nodded.

This is probably the first person to say that Yao Zun Tianxuan has a fairy relationship.

Seeing him nodding, the man made a plan in his heart. He wanted to stay with someone and the child. He was about to start flickering from the beginning when he heard the person in front of him ask.

"I don't know the long, how many generations of disciples are Penglai?"

The man replied without changing his face: "It's the seventeenth generation."

Jiang Yinghe nodded indifferently, and said, "How many generations of the fairy prince who came to accept disciples is, do you know?"

The man has not seen such an attitude of seeking immortality, he feels a little flustered, just about to stick his neck and continue to talk nonsense, he realizes that he can't say a word in his mouth.

Jiang Yinghe casually pinched a resolute decision, looked at it impassively, and said, "Since you don't know, I will tell you."

At this moment, the surrounding lights and candles suddenly swayed back and forth without wind. The man was restrained, swept all over by a cold aura, and fell to the ground suddenly.

He looked up hurriedly and saw a handful of

The snow sword of ice appeared in front of me, my heart was shocked, and I immediately thought of the immortal monarch they had replaced, and immediately begged for mercy: "Your Excellency, I'm just waiting for people to do things--"

During the words, the Taoist suit in front of him was suddenly torn apart, and the person who looked like a fairy-style Taoist bone suddenly became a monster under the surrender sword.

Jiang Ying did not move his eyebrows, and the snow sword in his hand had already pointed out. It penetrated into the chest of the monster in front of him as if he had self-consciousness, chilling and freezing blood, and the next moment, the body and the body were all turned into fly ash dust.

Jiang Yinghe retracted the Wangchen sword and said to Chang Ye: "There are children over there. Go and watch them."

After the words were finished, Jiang Yinghe looked up and carefully looked at the statue in front of him, and said lightly: "The moment I stepped into this room, the spirit above the statue suddenly moved. Do you know that I am coming?"

The next moment, the statue suddenly shattered, and the ghost ghost attached to it screamed, but when it was about to escape, it was pulled into the temple by an invisible suction.

Jiang Yinghe looked up and saw that Qin Jun above the temple had gathered the ghost to settle the matter. Just as the sword was about to be collected, a female voice suddenly sounded from the side of the temple.

"I knew that Xianjun was coming."

Jiang Yinghe's thoughts tightened, but he felt a pure Taoist authentic power spread open, and his gong body exuded bursts of chills similar to him.

"I have been waiting from here for a long time, Mr. Jiang Xian."

...That monster and ghost were driven by her?

Jiang Yinghe suddenly had a premonition that his fingertips were chilling.

"Friends fairy, it's better to show up."

There was a burst of clear laughter from the corner of the temple, and one person appeared from the temple and walked a few steps closer like a stroll in the courtyard.

"For hundreds of years, Xianjun will not be unharmed?"

"...Real Liyue?"

The woman in front of her was dressed in a pale blue gauze, and her whole body had distinct attributes, which was derived from the Guanghan Palace. She has a gentle expression and a slender body. She is indeed a true person at a glance.

But Jiang Yinghe vaguely felt something as she approached her step by step. He stared at the past and asked: "You are... the thunder of the soul to the hole? What hatred do you and I have, why bother."

Zhenren Liyue glanced at the temple and sighed, "I know I can't get through it. The journey of immortality has ended here."

"It's just... a few days ago, I learned from the mouths of the demons who had been subdued that the lord who unified the demon sect was also called Li Huanhan." She said after a while and looked at Jiang Yinghe, "My son was defeated in the past. Under his sword, my Dao was inferior to other people's skills. Since then, I have left a knot, and even made a mistake in one step, and the path is hopeless. But now

——But just now I learned that the peerless genius under the seat of Xianjun was originally a monster that went astray! "

Zhenren Liyue has reached the brink of crossing the robbery, but she has no intention to cope with it, almost just asking for death. She came on this trip, looking for its purpose...

Jiang Yinghe guessed what she wanted to do.

"Mr. Liyue." He clenched the Wangchen sword, "This is Los Angeles, not the realm of cultivation."

The 700,000 people in Los Angeles have a longing for immortality, and the atmosphere is very easy for the birth of the younger generation of cultivation.

He wanted to remind the other party that if the thunder robbery is drawn here, under the thunder, the city will be like a piece of paper, and it will break when touched.

"I know it naturally." She walked up to Jiang Yinghe, and could feel the three dangerous eyes locked on her body. She raised her hand to the dust and continued, "He is a monster, and the fairy is still taking in, why is my son worthy? Isn't it going to your door? Pang Dao wanted to ask Senior, if he is an evil cultivator, did Senior already know about it? Has Penglai already know about it?!"

Jiang Yinghe stared without a word, and could feel the air of almost despair on the other side's calm surface.

"...The head of the immortal door." The real Liyue gritted her silver teeth, "it's nothing but a false name."

The sky above Luocheng was gloomy, Yuehua was covered by dark clouds, and thunderclouds rolled.

Jiang Yinghe could feel that the thunder robbery hanging high on his body was also aroused by it, which was quite unstable.

"Liyue," Jiang Yinghe took a deep breath. "If you claim to be righteous throughout your life, you will leave 700,000 innocent creatures at risk?"

"I'm going to ask seniors instead." Liyue Zhenren said, "As the leader of swordsmanship, you protect monsters, cultivate evil cultivation, and keep the true pillars of the righteous way out of the door. Why?"

Jiang Yinghe didn't know how to explain to her.

Ordinary monks will find a clean place to retreat when crossing the robbery. Even if the thunder robbery rolls over for seven days, it will not affect others. And like the real person Li Yue, the sky thunder from the primordial spirit to the hole can barely carry it, if the third catastrophe of the hole on his body is brought down, here... simply can't bear it.

Liyue stood on the spot, looked around, stopped his eyes on the temple, and said, "On top is the body of the demon, and your other disciple? Let them not waste their efforts, the heavens are moving, even if it is that Venerable Demon really has half the power of the golden immortal, and he can't save the way that belongs to you."

Jiang Yinghe didn't guess wrong.

The thunderclouds tumbling and gathering above Luocheng were not only from the real person Li Yue, but also from his own.

According to the predicted time, it was led down together, and the third calamity that shouldn't have arrived came ahead of schedule.

The reason Jiang Yinghe said goodbye to Lanruo Temple was to test the Buddha's mind on the abbot of Chanqing, and he did not dare to cross the robbery by his side. I didn't expect to be here...

At the moment when Liyue's words were not finished, her body was suddenly penetrated by a silver long sword, and after passing through her Taoist body, she suddenly returned to Qin Jun's hands.

This evil spirit's eyebrows were dark, and fell from the temple. Just when he wanted to get close to Jiang Yinghe, he was swept around by a spiritual force containing the air of ice and snow.

"Tian Lei is coming, don't come over."

Jiang Yinghe sighed as he watched the immortal Taoist body in front of him turn into ashes.

"You... can you help me prop up the barrier."

His words were calm as usual, but let the internal organs ooze a bit of chill.

"Master..."

"Establish an enchantment."

Jiang Yinghe interrupted his words.

Just like the real person Li Yue said, this is his own tribulation, and no others can interfere.

Even though Jiang Yinghe was resolute, Chang Ye was still unwilling, almost anxious, and said, "What kind of barrier is established? Your life is the most important thing. What do you care about others? This time, and last time, when can you... "

He wanted to say, when can you think about yourself first. If the three of them helped, even if they couldn't get through it, there would be no life worry, just like Jiang Yinghe did to Qin Jun in the past. But every time, the master just asked them to prop up the enchantment, not to affect others.

And what he cares about and cares about is the dying human race that lives like an ant, who died in a hundred years, and the soul disappeared without a trace of the dust under his feet.

Chang Ye has never hated the kindness of a person so much.

But he never thought that when Jiang Yinghe shot in the past, Qin Jun was just a golden pill, and now the black thundercloud above Luocheng is the third sky thunder in the Void Hole Realm, enough to shatter the world. The fragile mud that submerged under one's feet.

It can crush those lives like ants.

The thunder cloud was frozen and could no longer change the location.

Chang Ye had no plans to establish a barrier at all. He only wanted to protect the master in front of him, but was blocked by the spiritual power of his sweetheart. Just between the few breaths of this stalemate, a barrier covered with demon energy spread from all around. Rising, just surrounding this newly built temple.

The statue shattered, the altar collapsed, and only a few children shrank outside the barrier, hiding in the corner of the temple.

"Li Huanhan!"

Chang Ye shouted hoarsely, and faced a pair of **** eyes.

"You listen to him?! Do you want him to die?!"

Maybe the monster is too sensitive, Long Ye can feel it better than anyone

Feeling the slightest change in Jiang Yinghe's emotions, he could see the anxiety in Master's heart, but he could even more feel the resilience that came to life after death.

After all, it was a sword repairer, and he had to control his own path.

Li Huan's eyes were cold and bloody, silent as before, as if he didn't intend to answer Long Ye, but his eyes were only concentrated on Jiang Yinghe.

Just after the long night shouted, another layer of enchantment filled with heavy ghost aura covered it, tightening the barrier that constricted the tribulation.

Chang Ye looked at Qin Jun incredulously, and his fingers squeezed out the crunchy bones.

The evil spirit also didn't say anything, only when he felt the thundering robbery, he said in a calm tone.

"Long night, barrier."

Long Ye smashed into the table with his backhand, cracks broke out from the table to the ground, and it was broken.

He felt that he was going crazy. He had lived for so many years, and he could not imagine the choice of facing life threats in order to "not affect others". What is even more unbelievable is that Li Huanhan and Qin Jun were willing to accept him. idea.

There was a hoarse roar of beasts in his throat, and blood was seen from the fingers that hit the ground.

Chang Ye swallowed the **** air that had spread to his throat, tried to accept and understand, and restrained the thought of rushing in.

... He struggled to persuade himself to be obedient.

The blood-stained hand covered the barrier, and the last barrier was covered with light, forming an indestructible barrier.

At the same time, under the long-simmering thundercloud, a purple electric light blasted down, piercing the dome of the temple that was already dilapidated, causing a shock that was as intense as an explosion.

Electric light splits the ground.

The sky thunder that was forcibly moved, containing the remaining prestige of the real person Liyue, was submerged in the ice and snow Dao body, shaking the meridians.

Jiang Yinghe knelt on the ground, holding the Wangchen Sword with one hand, and his natal sword made a violent buzzing sound.

The wound split by the lightning, flowing red and sweet blood, slowly soaked into the ground.

It was another torrential rain.

This city advocating immortal wind seems to have taken a break this night.

Thunder billowed.

The blood stains spread down his arms, wet his snow-white clothes, bit by bit, like withered red plums.

Jiang Yinghe coughed, holding the sword, and slowly got up.

The next moment, where the thunderclouds gathered, there was another roaring tribulation, and the lightning flashed across the sky, turning the night into the sky for a moment of whiteness.

Guanghua shines on the moon.

At the next moment of the roaring tremor, more blood stains followed the damage

His back spread down, immersed in his body.

Does it hurt?

...It doesn't seem to hurt too much.

Jiang Yinghe was holding the hilt of the sword, and seeing the blood from his arms slide across the sword, he counted the number, and thought of the last three ways that contained the avenues, how would he get through it?

Logically speaking, he should be used to crossing the robbery. From the moment he embarked on the path of immortality, he had this consciousness-even if he had the talent, he would encounter his own difficulties someday in the future.

The words of death and death have never been far away from him.

The rain is pouring.

In the sound of the huge rain, more electric lights cut through the sky.

Boom

The enchantment that constricted the robbery shook accordingly.

The blood stained the ground bit by bit.

He was like a piece of shattered jade, stained with bright red blood, and like an ice-quenched sword blade, exuding an unstoppable and invincible sharpness.

He himself is a divine soldier tempered and tempered.

The fourth way, the fifth way...

Until the last body quenching purple thunder cover came down, the Wangchen sword he held in his hand shattered suddenly, and the sword body made of solid ice was folded into two sections and collapsed into the rubble.

The blood dripped from the tip of the finger and also from the tip of the sword.

There are three more questions...

His always firm Dao Xin, under the light of the electric light, almost has the illusion of being split in half.

Boom

With the torrential rain and thunder, and the entanglement of electricity and light, the inquiries of the heavens came into my mind like Hong Zhong.

——Why hesitate?

Why?

His Dao heart is as always, never hesitated.

Jiang Yinghe spit out a mouthful of blood and raised his finger to wipe the blood from his lips.

Since the day he decided to practice, he has been walking along the way and never changed. Why has he hesitated?

The sound of thunder rolled over my ears, the temple shattered, and the wind howled.

The eighth thunder came violently.

——Why hesitate?

Why?

He follows his nature in everything, and he is worthy of all beings in the world, why he hesitated?

Jiang Yinghe found the answer almost at the moment when the sound of questioning entered his head. He never deviated from his direction, and insisted on keeping his heart as he did without changing his mind.

At this moment, the snow-white shirt on his body was stained red with blood, and the thunder penetrated into the internal organs, and even his fingertips were paralyzed, as if a jade bone was crushed.

The broken sword is still crying.

Jiang Yinghe inserted half of his sword into the ground, and when he wanted to get up, the last thunder blasted down. It was still the same but different problem.

——Why hesitate?

Why...

One asks Daoxin, second asks original mind, and third asks...

It is to ask his sincerity.

He was pressed **** the ground by the inquiries of the heavens, blood and cracks scattered in front of him, and the faces of the people around him uncontrollably appeared in his mind.

Why hesitate...

Is it because of the reputation of the world, because of good and evil, or is it just a dream after the fusion of souls and souls?

He may be just a record on the path of others, that the world's great power should be viewed for a long time from the heavens, rather than entangled with him...

His sincerity.

Bit by bit, nowhere is it true...

Jiang Yinghe smelled an extremely heavy **** air, but he could feel the question pouring into the spirit platform along his mind, almost knocking his soul.

At this moment, the barrier that contained the sky thunder suddenly loosened, and a huge and incomparable behemoth showed its prototype, rushing into the barrier, blocking Jiang Yinghe's figure, and blocking the robbery of the lightning thunder that ran around under his body. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? , To cover the downpour.

Tianxuan wrapped him in his arms, but in the perception of God's consciousness, even without the engulfing and corroding of the last sky thunder, the avenues that pierced into the heart of the soul were already consuming and destroying him.

In the next instant, the huge Tianxuan prototype disappeared. The red-clothed boy hugged Jiang Yinghe tightly into his arms and kissed his **** lips.

In front of Jiang Yinghe was half a dark mask, and the other half was the magnificent face of Long Night. He bit his lips, but while kissing, he spit out a demon pill, divided it into two, and sent it into Jiang Yinghe. Between lips.

……Is he crazy?

The inner alchemy of the demon clan, just like the monk’s golden core and Nascent Soul, is indistinguishable from the second life. It can be regressed from the realm, and become a prototype...

But Jiang Yinghe didn't have the strength to struggle, his soul was constantly shattering, and he could only passively bear half a demon pill into the soul.

Jiang Yinghe squeezed his fingers together, clasped his shoulders, and said softly: "...It's useless..."

Why hesitate...

He couldn't answer.

Can't be solved, can't be bypassed, can't escape.

Just when Jiang Yinghe was in a daze, he heard a short system sound in a daze, but he was unable to think about it. He could only feel the vague void and the collapsed spirit...

Divine souls that fall into the sky will transform into true spirits on their own and return to the heavens and the earth.

Maybe he will also return to a rain.

As his consciousness was gradually sinking, Chang Ye was severely pulled away by one hand, and another force poured into it, covering Jiang Yinghe's spirits spilling around him.

, Re-condensation.

The devilish energy in Li Huanhan's palm boiled over, suppressing all the aftermath of the thunder robbery around him, and then immediately shrank the enchantment, placing the barrier into the master's side, and assisting that power to condense the soul.

"Still stunned?" Qin Jun's voice came from behind, unimaginably low and dumb, "Protect the reincarnation."

Each of these four words exhausted their minds and energy.

Long Ye's blank mind suddenly shook, only to find a trace of life from the accumulation of despair.

The half demon pill in front of him melted into the soul, slowly solidified, and then turned into the movement of heaven.

Long Ye stared blankly at everything in front of him, watching the condensed spirit slowly fall out of sight and disappear.

There was silence all around, only the continuous sound of rain.

After a short while, I heard the low, hoarse voice of the long night.

"Will the reincarnated person... have a memory?"

"After you wake up, you can remember it," Qin Jun said.

"When... can I meet again..."

"……do not know."

"Then he, will he still like me?"

"Have Master liked you?"

It was quiet again.

The rain washed away the blood, and the body had already dissipated.

Long night watched Li Huanhan pick up the Wangchen Sword that was broken into two pieces.

Jun Xin cut the jade knife, and cut in two in one fell swoop.

Chang Ye stood up, said nothing, turned around and entered the rain curtain.

No one stopped him.

Li Huanhan lowered his head and wiped the broken sword in his hand. His hand was not very stable, and he used very light strength, but because his hand was too unstable, his finger was still scratched by the broken Wangchen Sword.

The drops of blood leaked out drop by drop, blending with the sword body.

Li Huanhan's movements paused, and after a while, he raised his head and asked, "The children in the corner..."

"not dead."

"……That's good."

Li Huanhan wrapped the broken sword in cloth and lowered his head and said, "Otherwise, he will blame me."

As these words fell, the enchantment that bound the tribulations completely dissipated, and within the ruined temple, there were only broken walls, blood stains on the ground, and the cry of children.

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Tonight is the Lantern Festival in Los Angeles.

The day before the holiday, there was a heavy rain in the middle of the night, which smashed all the fairy temples in the west of the city. After all the houses closed their doors and windows for a long time, they realized that the rain had stopped. I was worried about affecting the Lantern Festival, but tonight, it was a rare bright moon.

Los Angeles seemed completely unaffected by a heavy rain. In the eyes of many people, this is just a rain.

A fairy temple.

Unfortunately, it only ends here. The 700,000 people in Los Angeles were safe everywhere, and no one was killed or injured.

Long night woke up from a small attic with no one.

He split the inner alchemy, and his realm fell several layers. He didn't know when he became a cat, and he slept temporarily upstairs for a day and a night.

He regained his human form, sitting on the small building and looking down, the flower lights all over the city were on, ups and downs, and the shadows of the lights shook.

Vendors are hawking, tourists are flocking, and the eyes are full of red dust.

Wanjia lights up.

Long Ye lied upstairs and watched for a while. For a moment, he seemed to understand what the master was guarding.

He closed his eyes and changed back to the appearance of a white cat, his fluffy tail turned around, and his body was covered with wet rain, mud, and blood stains.

The kitten lay in a place where the night wind was weak, as if suddenly lost his shelter.

...I obviously listen to you.

Please... don't leave me...

The author has something to say: Ye'er no longer has a master.

You are going to grow up.

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