A strong ghostly aura circled around him repeatedly, penetrating through this fragile body.
Qin Jun's eyes were iron gray, and when he glanced at others, there was always a feeling of disregard, but looking into Jiang Yinghe's eyes at this moment, there was a strange sense of cherishment.
Jiang Yinghe protected his heart and Nascent Soul, and beside his ears was the Thunder Calamity of Yuanshen rolling in the sky, and said in a low voice: "I'm afraid it's because I didn't completely remove the ghost energy in your body back then, so today..."
There was a sudden pause in his words, and his eyes fell on Jun'er's right hand.
Originally well-proportioned, evenly slender fingers and forearms, all the flesh and blood attached to the bones have been removed, only exposing the cold white bones and residual fascia. The original dark robe was soaked in blood, exuding a strong blood.
Jiang Yinghe didn't even know what to say for a moment.
He parted one hand and touched the opponent's phalanx, and there was a pause.
The clouds in the sky suddenly sank, and a thunderbolt crashed straight down, piercing into the center of the dense ghostly aura.
Generally speaking, monks will stay away from Taoist friends who cross the catastrophe. One is that if their own realm is reached and the catastrophe hangs high, other people will also trigger their own thunder catastrophe. Another problem is that if they get too close, the sky will Ray can't tell the difference between people.
Jiang Yinghe was in the Void Cave Realm. Although it was not difficult for him to face the thunder tribulation in the Yuanshen stage, he was still frowned by the heavy pressure of the heavens around him.
"your hands… "
Jiang Yinghe only asked halfway, then slowly tightened Jun'er's fingers, and said: "... Master will find a way."
His voice was low, with a gentleness that no one else was entitled to hear. Qin Jun was obviously an evil spirit without blood and flesh, and didn't need a beating heart, but at this moment he felt the human heart in his chest vibrate violently.
He suddenly grabbed Jiang Yinghe back.
"Master," Qin Jun's voice was slightly hoarse, as if he had rubbed it on sandpaper, and it rang in his ears, "If I really become a ghost, Master...will you not want me?" ?”
He rarely said such things.
Jiang Yinghe raised his eyelashes, stared at him for a moment with bright black eyes, and said as if promised: "Master will not let you become like that."
The gloomy ghostly air spread around, shaking as the thunder struck. Qin Jun lowered his eyes and said nothing to Tianlei Jiashen, but stared at Jiang Yinghe's fingers clasped with him.
There are indeed many evil thoughts churning in his heart, constantly clamoring to interfere with his reason. For example, at this moment, his master is holding his hand
, close at hand, the biggest thought in his mind is to snatch him back, raise him, and put him in a place where only he can see.
But no.
He had never realized so clearly before that what he wanted to see was the current Jiang Yinghe.
He never wanted to see the day Xuejian Wangchen faced him.
Jiang Yinghe didn't know what Jun'er was thinking in his heart. While recalling Qin Jun's cultivation journey over the past hundred years, he thought of a remedy... Although this hand doesn't seem to affect his movements, it can't be like this! In this way, when Jun'er finds a Taoist partner in the future, which female cultivator can not be afraid
Jiang Yinghe felt like an old father, none of the three cubs was easy to feed, not to mention his cultivation, he couldn't help but worry about finding a wife in the future.
It is not easy for the Yuanying to break through to become the Yuanshen Tianlei. In the entire world of comprehension, after breaking through the primordial spirit, one can be honored as a real person. Which one has not made hundreds of years of preparations before finding an auspicious day and a blessed place to trigger the thunder of heaven. How can there be such a thing as Jun'er...
Jiang Yinghe protected his heart, and said: "The incident happened suddenly, I can only hold on, Jun'er..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that Qin Jun seemed to be unable to support himself, and he lowered his head and hugged himself.
Jiang Yinghe sighed, and said, "Even I can't help you with this kind of thing. I can only provide you with the last layer of insurance. What's the use of being close to me?"
"It's useful." Jun'er's voice was hoarse like thirst, "Master, let me hug you."
His arms tightened and wrapped around Jiang Yinghe's waist, outlining the opponent's waist from the wide layered fairy robes, and he suddenly realized that Jiang Yinghe's waist was so thin.
Jiang Yinghe wore many layers of clothes on weekdays. Although he looked ethereal, his specific figure could not be seen. Only when he was held in his arms and held in his palm could he feel the warmth of his body.
It was so light that Qin Jun felt almost weightless when it was in the palm of his hand, and the opponent could escape his control with a slight turn.
He subconsciously grasped it even tighter, and heard the helpless voice of the master: "Could this give you the strength to overcome the calamity?"
What Jiang Yinghe meant by saying this was to encourage him to face the catastrophe bravely. There are always so many ups and downs in life... let alone himself, even if he can't be promoted, it won't ruin the foundation of his practice.
But I didn't expect that the second apprentice, who is usually independent and self-improving, good at cutting first and playing later, pressed his shoulder so intimately for the first time, and responded in a deep tone: "Yes."
Jiang Yinghe: "..."
The child cannot be taught.
Just as Jiang Yinghe was being screened by this thought, he saw the progress bar of Master A Jiang's system jump up again, and a pink bubble appeared in the system, and he gave him a heartfelt gesture.
Jiang Yinghe: ... What are these!
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Thunderclouds rolled.
This vision of crossing the catastrophe alarmed everyone, and even the wandering ghosts went berserk along with them.
A cloud of pitch-black ghost aura enveloped the center of Lei Jie, and it was impossible to see what was going on inside, only the continuously gathering lightning pressure and ghost aura wreaked havoc.
Li Huanhan stood aside in the cold, no one dared to approach him. Some Penglai disciples saw with their own eyes that Xuanwei Xianjun broke into the middle of the ghost vortex for Senior Brother Qin. Kind of scary.
Although Changye had a sword, it was not the famous weapon on the Jianjian Scroll, but a soft sword in Jiang Yinghe's private collection. At this moment, it was wrapped around his waist obediently, and the saw teeth were buckled together back and forth. This was Jiang Yinghe's reluctant selection, and he was quite dissatisfied, as if he planned to recast Chang Ye.
But he loves it like a treasure and stays with him day and night. But at this moment, Changye didn't touch the soft sword, but unconsciously stroked the blue flute at his waist.
Chang Ye tapped the bottom of the mask slowly, the silver imprint on the center of his brow flickered and brightened, he felt his back molars itch, and he had already bitten Senior Brother Qin to death several times in his mind.
Tianjiu's habits are very special. Except for borneols, he has almost nothing to eat, which is completely different from Qin Jun's evil spirit that eats people's souls.
Changye had already figured out how Qin Jun coaxed Jiang Yinghe, and then saw Li Huanhan, who had been frozen all the time, suddenly draw his sword, and the murderous intent that had been restrained for a long time almost overflowed from his body.
He quickly blocked the demon: "Senior brother!"
This "senior brother" is really rare and sincere.
Li Huanhan stared at him coldly, and said in a cold tone, "Get out of the way, I'm going to kill that bastard."
As soon as the words were spoken, the thunderclouds over there stopped suddenly, and the hovering ghost energy seemed to have finally been dispelled, slowly spreading out.
Chang Ye didn't have the intention to stop him, he turned his head to see if he could pounce on the master, when he saw Qin Jun's hand reluctantly moved away from Jiang Yinghe's waist.
Chang Ye: "... let's go, I'll help you."
But these words can't come true, no matter how murderous his mood is, he has to hold back in the face of the danger of falling off the horse.
At this moment, most of Qin Jun's clothes were already stained with blood, which was caused by Lei Jie and his body, but he didn't seem to realize it, and kept staring at Jiang Yinghe's side cheek.
Perhaps this gaze was too hot, and the master who was still helping him stabilize his state raised his eyes and glanced over them lightly. Qin Jun immediately restrained his expression and looked at the two people beside him.
Li Huanhan slowly pushed the blood sword into the sheath, and said expressionlessly, "Congratulations, junior brother."
Chang Ye on the side pinched his fingers, as if he was suppressing the restless prototype in his body, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Brother Qin to survive the robbery in Yunzhou Ghost City. This place is very scary... oh yes Master, you don’t know yet, just now Zen Master Huijing and the seniors have investigated it, and said that the ghostly aura in this place is very likely to be a problem left over from history.”
Jiang Yinghe listened intently and asked, "What's the problem?"
"It is said that a great ghost cultivator fell here. It is very likely that he was the master of the world ghost sect three thousand years ago. What is the name of that person..." Chang Ye seemed to think seriously for a moment, "It seems that there is a record saying, The Sect Master of the Ghost Sect is called Bingzhi."
He showed a sweet smile: "Eh? Did Senior Brother Qin also say Bingzhi?"
This "kind and well-behaved" junior brother spoke so fast that Qin Jun didn't have time to stop him, and he almost shook his underpants when he heard this little chatter.
Qin Jun cut off the words: "How can I be the same as Ghost Xiu?"
Chang Ye snorted softly: "You and Ghost Cultivator are indeed the same!"
The two of them just quarreled without showing that Jiang Yinghe was by their side. After Jiang Yinghe withdrew his hand and made sure that Qin Jun's crossing the catastrophe was safe, he realized that there was a circle of righteous friends around him.
Senior sister Yan from the same school ran over after seeing Tianlei. She only saw Jiang Yinghe's shadow now, and she was relieved to see that he was fine, but she went over and asked a few words: "What's going on? I think it's Yuanshen I can't get close to the upcoming thunder tribulation, did I hurt my junior brother?"
Jiang Yinghe shook his head slightly, but just lowered his hand to take Qin Jun's hand, his frosty white slender fingers clenched a piece of cold bone, and said in a low voice, "It's just that Jun'er has some problems."
Yan Caiwei nodded and said: "It's nothing, as long as people keep it, the hands can be healed slowly."
Zen Master Huijing on the side also took a few steps closer, and said, "Jiang Xianjun, if you don't give up, you can go to Lanruo Temple with the poor monk to live for a while, maybe there is a cure."
Jiang Yinghe just wanted to make a decision after calming down the place, but he saw that as the thundercloud dispersed, the ghost cultivators in the entire Yunzhou City rushed back in minutes, leaving the stranger's place in the blink of an eye. On the border, there were only two or three kittens who had not kept up and fell behind, trembling under the intimidation of the younger generation of disciples.
What happened, their eldest daughter-in-law gave birth
Jiang Yinghe's refusal stuck in his throat, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "...Being obedient is worse than respect."