Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Li Huanhan's recent situation is getting worse and worse.

His body is often bloody, and his breath is often chaotic. At first Jiang Yinghe thought this was his reaction after being affected by the heart demon, but then he discovered...this was more like an injury.

Those who do it don't need to speculate, they can also think of his two other disciples. Jiang Yinghe himself is the current peak of righteous fighting power and the leader of the immortal swordsmanship, and he naturally has an understanding of the internal strengths of various schools and factions.

How many of them... are fighting?

Jiang Yinghe pondered for a moment, thinking about it for a while, then he heard a familiar sound in his ears.

"Master." Li Huanhan whispered softly, "Don't you rest, who are you thinking of?"

He knows Jiang Yinghe too well, and can almost vaguely estimate when he will be sleepy and approximately when he will wake up.

The soft rabbit ears on Jiang Yinghe's head curled up, quite autistic and didn't want to listen to his voice, but after a while, he responded in a low voice: "Who did you do it with?"

Originally, Li Huanhan had habitually wrapped his waist around his waist and held the master in his arms. He only lifted his eyes slightly when he heard the words, and his eyes were deep and authentic: "So I was thinking about this."

He paused for a moment, and said lightly: "Master, don't worry, I won't die."

Jiang Yinghe was hooked tightly by his waist with one hand, buried on the side of his shoulder, and his breath slowly blended together again.

Li Huanhan likes to hug him to sleep too much. If it weren't for this kind of imprisonment in the chain of the little black house, Jiang Yinghe would hardly see the difference between him and the past-if there is any, then it is accounted. The desire to take root and grow slowly, and gradually emerged.

This palace, only when Li was still there, would Jiang Yinghe feel that there were indeed formations and enchantments on it. This formation and enchantment almost eliminated all methods of finding entry from the outside. When Li Huanhan was away, Jiang Yinghe couldn't even perceive the existence of the formation due to the departure of the caster.

It has been a long time since he suffered from such a loss in the realm.

Jiang Yinghe lowered his eyes and said indifferently, "You are dead or alive, who will care about you."

As long as he is not pinched to rua's ears and tails, Jiang Yinghe can still maintain his incomparably cold attitude. He was a little angry at first, but when the words came out, there was still a little unfinished annoyance.

According to the saying on earth, this is called the cold war.

Li Huanhan's breathing stopped for a moment. He didn't say anything. Instead, he touched the slender and white neck of the other party, holding Jiang Yinghe's Adam's apple.

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"Hi..." Jiang Yinghe took a breath, put his fingers in his dark hair, frowned, "You're not done yet? I'm sleepy, don't toss me."

He vaguely noticed that Li Huanhan's head full of muddy can only hear his own tone and tone as gentle as before.

He said this, and it worked immediately. The big apprentice loosened his lips and teeth and hugged him peacefully.

...What kind of thing, you have to go smoothly?

Jiang Yinghe has become accustomed to his less and now less words. Li is still cold and reticent. It's not a day or two, as long as he doesn't think of touching his ears, everything is easy to talk about.

During this period of time, he tried to take off the ears by himself, but he didn't know how Long Ye wore them, so he couldn't take them off by himself. Li Huanhan wouldn't help him take it down.

This made his already tortuous teaching career even worse.

Jiang Yinghe is indeed sleepy. He must fall asleep within Li Huanhan's sight before the other party can rest. Sometimes he may not rest. He has seen Li Huanhan hold him and watch the situation all night...

So tonight's action is really fateful.

There is no way to pretend to be asleep. Jiang Yinghe can only wake up forcibly after falling asleep, without disturbing the other party.

The lights are always bright.

In the silence, Jiang Yinghe woke up again in the middle of the night, keeping even breathing. He raised his eyelashes slightly, and there was no movement on the opposite side.

...Very well, I fell asleep. It seems that fate still favors him.

Jiang Yinghe didn't move his body, only his fingers touched the storage artifact on the knuckles-Li Huanhan had not searched his body. He didn't know if he didn't care, forgot, or simply didn't dare to make himself angry anymore.

His fingertips rubbed the magic weapon for a moment, and took out the communication token that he bought at the stall of the little deer demon boss.

This was originally intended to be sent back to Penglai to confirm Qin Jun's situation, but I didn't expect that it could be used for this kind of thing. The plan really couldn't keep up with the changes.

Jiang Yinghe didn't dare to move, so he could only press his finger on the token pattern when he could feel the formation, carefully poke out the formation, and tried to pass a sign of consciousness to the senior brother.

Fortunately, although this formation is isolated from the outside, it seems to be defenseless against the inside.

Divine Sense entered the token slowly and carefully, and then got a response. While Jiang Yinghe breathed a sigh of relief, he immediately swept in his divine consciousness with concentration.

"do not speak."

The other side was silent immediately, as if already aware of his situation.

Transmission of language

It will be faster, and Divine Sense Communication is like a person who is used to 26 Pinyin Pinyin to use Chinese handwriting. Not only is it slow, but it also has to be patient.

"Brother, I'm in a place you can't find, but I have a way, you don't have to worry about it. Is Penglai safe?"

It took a long time for Jiang Yinghe to perceive the subtle signs of consciousness on the communication token.

"Penglai is temporarily safe, where are you? Guixiu formed an alliance with the demon clan and fought against the demon sect. The realm of comprehension was in chaos. Penglai has taken in many end-of-the-road cultivators and has tried his best.... Before I sought someone from the demon, he said you Not in the Yaozu, where are you?"

Demon Lord? Jiang Yinghe suddenly had a hunch and asked.

"Monster, is Long Ye?"

"Yes."

Jiang Yinghe was speechless for a while, and his prediction came true. He could be called a monk such as a noble monk, no matter his race, he was almost a top monk, maybe he was a half-step golden immortal. If it wasn't for Jiang Yinghe that he clearly remembered that he had traveled here, and knew that Heavenly Dao itself had no emotions, I am afraid I would really think that this was a layout calculation that Heavenly Dao could arrange.

He sank his heart and continued to enter his spiritual knowledge.

"No need to worry about me, but there is a magical rune, please help me find out how to crack it."

As he thought, he conveyed the runes that he had written on the chains in the past few days.

"...Magic rune? It's a kind of imprisonment...this seems to be a very famous one."

Very famous...? Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a moment, and then he sensed a slightly surprised message from the head brother.

"This kind of imprisonment rune is the only one among thousands of spells that won't cause any damage to the subject. It was popular thousands of years ago, but it was rarely used for magic repair... Generally it was a monk of the Acacia Sect, or The …boudoir charm between Taoist couples."

Jiang Yinghe shocked these four words into doubts about life, he subconsciously glanced at Li Huanhan, and continued to ask.

"How do you crack it?"

"I will relay the cracking spell to you."

Jiang Yinghe concentrated his breath, and carefully remembered that the cracking spell passed by Zhou Zhengping's consciousness was not bad. Just as he wanted to continue to ask the details, he suddenly felt a familiar gaze.

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He cut off the communication, moved the communication token behind him back to the storage ring very quickly, and heard Li Huanhan's muffled voice.

"Master." His breath drew closer, and the lashes were warmed up, "You are awake."

... He knew that if he didn't really fall asleep, he couldn't hide his eyes from the big apprentice. Jiang Yinghe's eyelashes trembled, opened his eyes and looked at him. Before he could say a word, he was right.

Fang pressed under his body.

A cold hand lightly touched his chin, Li Huanhan bowed his head and asked, "Wake up for a long time?"

This can also be seen... Jiang Yinghe frowned, leaned his head and avoided his hand, and said lightly: "Do you still want to report to you."

Li Huanhan was silent for a moment, and then said: "I just felt a spiritual fluctuation. Master, what are you doing?"

Jiang Yinghe simply wanted to admire his sharpness, even putting the token back in the storage ring, he could feel it at first awakening. However, he had put the communication token back, and did not answer at all, but buried it in the quilt to resume his previous sleep.

There was a sound of rustling groping beside him. Li Huanhan seemed to look for it, and then he found something. He asked in a somewhat unusual tone: "Master...Is this because you are afraid of pain?"

Jiang Yinghe followed for a moment, not knowing what he found, turned his head and took a look, and saw Li Huanhan's well-proportioned fingers picking up a small porcelain box with a very smart little daisy painted on it.

...This seems to be a gift from the little boss of Lu Yao when he bought the communication token, and he put it together when he put it in the storage artifact. When he just took the token, he even brought this thing out. Up?

The atmosphere was condensed for a while, and Jiang Yinghe had only a capitalized daze in his heart.

It was Li Huanhan who broke the silence first and opened the lid of the small porcelain box, which was filled with a piece of delicate and lubricating grease.

Jiang Yinghe got a chill on his back and heard the other party's solemn words.

"you want?"

No, I don't want to. It was a gift from the deer demon driving the high-speed rail. He has nothing, and can't even drive a cart.

Jiang Yinghe sat up slightly at a loss, and while moving to the corner of the bed, he explained: "No, I just... can't sleep at night, take it out... play, play?"

Li Huanhan raised his eyebrows: "Play?"

Oops, the more you describe it, the darker it gets.

"Then why are you avoiding me?" Li Huanhan leaned over to kiss him. Seeing that Jiang Yinghe hadn't strongly refused or avoided him, he kissed his eyebrows lightly, his voice becoming more and more hoarse. "The disciple can help you."

"Where is it necessary for you to help." Jiang Yinghe stepped back an inch, his face smashed and cold, "I don't like you, so I naturally want to avoid you."

Li Huanhan's movements were stagnant, and his breath suddenly became chaotic, as if he was stabbed into the flesh and blood by these words, his nerves were tense, and after a long time he exhaled, and said unpredictably, "Why don't you play the master?" "

……What does it mean?

"The disciple wants to see the teacher

Respect, play by yourself. "Li Huanhan said, "You want to play with me, okay?" "

Jiang Yinghe was completely stunned. He couldn't help but fill in the scene of the rollers pressing his face in his mind, feeling as if a roller coaster was passing by in front of him. And the man in front of him still made sense... The most important thing is that he didn't feel uncomfortable in this scene.

It's over, the world is not straight.

I don’t know whether to redeem myself from bending into a paperclip first, or to redeem myself facing watching...

Jiang Yinghe took a deep breath and said, "I don't want to show it to you, Li Huanhan, you give me enough."

Those blood-red eyes stared at him deeply, his emotions hard to detect. After about two or three breaths, Li Huanhan suddenly said, "If the master reacts when he thinks of me, the disciple will loosen this ring."

Jiang Yinghe choked speechlessly, was very tempted and then stubbornly refused: "...Although the conditions are very moving, but I have a pure heart and few desires, but it doesn't hinder..."

"Hindering."

Jiang Yinghe: "...what?"

The other party did not go on, but raised his hand and wrapped the soft rabbit ears between his hair.

Jiang Yinghe trembled all over, staring at the opponent's hand, watching the hand that he put on the ring personally turned down to touch the tail behind him, he raised his foot to step on Li Huanhan's wrist, and spit out deeply. He sighed with a trembling voice, "...Li Huanhan, you beast, can you do something about the sun?"

The chain clinked and collided.

Jiang Yinghe was pressed to the side of his cheek by him, and the other party was full of desire, but he was too careful to touch his lips.

He heard Li Huanhan's voice ringing in his ears, which was so close that he was hot.

"Master, I will loosen the ring for you." The other party whispered, "I can help you solve this problem, can I?"

God knows what he said about this problem, which problem is it?

Jiang Yinghe knew that this person had to touch Mao to stabilize his emotions. He sighed softly and pressed against Li Huanhan's shoulder, his voice softened.

"Stop playing, I'm really sleepy, don't toss me, be obedient."

His coaxing skills are exhausted here, and it has simply consumed the entire educational career of his life.

After a long while, he heard Li Huanhan's voice nervously.

"...Okay." He said, "Listen to Master."

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Early the next morning.

When Jiang Yinghe woke up, Li Huanhan had already left.

He is an ice-snow Taoist body, and has long been bigu, eating and drinking are just hobbies, and often

It is usually the functioning body to expel impurities. Generally speaking, as long as there is no artificial stimulation, multiple things do not affect life.

There is no guard here, only him, and the bubbling blood pool next to him. He used the incantation passed back by his senior brother to untie all the chains on his wrists and ankles, and studied the small silver ring for a long time, but this alone didn't work.

no way.

Jiang Yinghe rearranged his clothes, explored the sleeping hall, and walked to the edge of the formation. Only when Li Huanhan was away, he vaguely felt the existence of the formation again.

He took a deep breath, collected all his knowledge of the formation, coupled with the guidance of the senior brother and the entire Penglai library, and finally opened the formation that isolated the inside and outside without any danger.

After a long absence, Jiang Yinghe finally saw the outside scene again. He just wanted to take a deep breath of air and feel the long-lost taste of freedom, and he saw half of the **** of blood in front of him, and half of the scene of deep mountains on earth.

He froze for a moment, then turned his head abruptly, seeing that there was no palace at all where he stepped out, as if it were just two ordinary tree branches in the mountains and old forests.

This is the same as the method of entering the Penglai School, but...

This seems to be... the connection between the front and back of the human world. Walk a few more steps to the left and you can enter the Netherworld... It's really dark under the lights, and the most dangerous place is the safest place.

Jiang Yinghe originally thought it was impossible for him to enter the Netherworld Realm, but he roughly estimated it and felt that the Penglai School must be seen very hard by his other two apprentices at this moment. At this time, we must calm down, and we must take a long-term view.

Jiang Yinghe hesitated in two places, vaguely inspired by Li Huanhan's idea of ​​"black under the lamp". He thought that there are some little ghosts on the edge of the Netherworld. As long as the strength gap is large and the blindfold method is used, these ghosts and ghosts will not be able to see that they are alive...Even if the car overturns, it is estimated that they can only be seen as a living demon.

Double disguise, it sounds pretty good.

It's better to find out the details in the Netherworld before deciding how to go next. Jiang Yinghe stroked his coat and turned his simple snow-white coat into a ragged red coat that exuded a ghostly atmosphere. Just about to step into the Netherworld, he suddenly remembered something.

He took out another magic weapon to cover his breath and appearance from the storage ring, and put the evil spirit mask with green face and fangs on his face.

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