next morning.
Inside the Penglai Dharma Hall, dozens of inner disciples who have just broken through the spirit stage are waiting inside.
They are all outstanding figures of this generation, the mainstay of the Penglai School in the future, and even well-known figures in the cultivation world. They are not very old, but they are full of ambition and high-spirited.
"Which Jindan senior will lead the team this time?" A female disciple wearing a snake bun asked softly, "Senior Brother Xiaoan is always well-informed, do you know about this?"
She had a look of anticipation in her expression, and she thought about it: "Could it be Senior Brother Zhou? I heard that Senior Brother Zhou has recently left the customs. Maybe he has broken through the realm and achieved top grade..."
The young monk whom she called Senior Brother Xiao An turned his head and looked at her with a dejected look on his face. The aura around him was out of tune with the crowd. He sighed heavily and said in a very short and fast tone, "It's Senior Brother Li Huanhan."
The female disciple hadn't finished speaking the four words "Superior Golden Pill", when she suddenly heard the sad news, she froze in place: "Li, senior brother Li... ah...?"
Li Huanhan's reputation is known to almost everyone in the Penglai School. That lunatic who only focused on cultivation, even though he is extremely powerful and can be called the number one person under Yuanying, he has always been indifferent to people other than Xianjun Xuanwei. Look at a pile of harmful comprehension world garbage...
While she was in a daze, the huge entrance behind the Dharma Hall moved to the sides, revealing the appearance of the inner hall. The head of Zhou, Master Changning, and Immortal Xuanwei were all seated in the inner hall, and beside the bright snow was Li Huanhan's dark-clothed back, tall and straight like a pine and cypress.
... It's really Senior Brother Li. The disciples who were chatting softly and jumping happily suddenly became silent, as if they were choked by a breath, unable to get up or down. The former female disciple's eyes darkened, and she felt that she could almost pass over on the spot.
On the other side of the seat in the inner hall, Zhou Zhengping, head of Penglai, glanced at the disciples in the distance, and said to Jiang Yinghe, "I've said enough about what needs to be explained, let the children go."
In the eyes of Zhou Zhengping and his generation, these junior monks whose bone age was less than a hundred years old were indeed just children.
Jiang Yinghe nodded slightly, turned his eyes to look at his apprentice, and saw Li Huanhan's deep gaze, reflected in his blood-colored eyes, with deep and difficult emotions.
He had some preconceived notions about Li Huanhan, thinking that the other party was a little nervous, so he stretched out his hand and patted his apprentice on the shoulder, comforting him: "No.
You must think too much, we all know that you love the heart of fellow students. The outer layer of Taixu Secret is not dangerous, as long as you try your best. "
Jiang Yinghe's words were light and cold, and there was a bit of gentleness in his tone that he only had when speaking to Li Huanhan. There were no barriers set up in the inner and outer halls, and the waiting disciples listened to the words "love fellow disciples" with complicated faces.
I don't know if I should complain about Senior Brother Li's "love for fellow students", or envy him for getting this unique and special treatment from Xianjun Xuanwei.
Li Huanhan lowered his eyes slightly, and glanced at the fingers on his shoulders. They were slender and thin, and their color was like frost. The faint and cold fragrance seemed to spread past.
It was the breath of Jiang Yinghe's own Dao body.
Li Huanhan raised his hand, covered the back of Jiang Yinghe's hand with his palm, held his fingers in his palm, stared at him for a moment with his bloody eyes, and said, "I will do my best."
Jiang Yinghe nodded and heard his follow-up words.
"After all, I am the only apprentice of Master... for more than a thousand years."
This is the truth, Jiang Yinghe naturally wants to continue to answer, he was about to speak, suddenly saw the progress bar behind the word Han suddenly jump up, it is just a dotted line, it has not been implemented yet, "Master A Jiang System" immediately appeared in his mind The internal prompt said: Trigger the important keyword [unique].
Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously replied following the system prompt: "Yes, you are the only apprentice in this seat."
The system beeped, and the progress of the training bar was fully implemented. Jiang Yinghe looked at the red progress bar near 70% in the upper right corner, and for the first time had technical doubts about this system:
... My apprentice is only at the Jindan stage, why does this progress bar look like riding a rocket, isn't it a bit... too fast
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Yunzhou ghost town.
When Jiang Yinghe arrived here, the city was already overwhelmed by ghost energy.
The land of Yunzhou has been a paradise for ghost cultivators since ancient times, but in the past, ordinary people could draw a clean place with the place where ghost cultivators are located, but now the rules have been broken for some reason, and those newly born ghost cultivators often Brutal and terrifying, beyond the boundaries, ravaging the world.
Changning Daoist Yan Caiwei stood beside him, holding a magic weapon, the soul-swinging bell. When the bell rang, the aura of ghosts and monsters around him was greatly reduced. She turned her head to look at Jiang Yinghe, and said, "Junior Brother Jiang, you..."
Before she finished her words, the snow sword Wangchen over there had already swung out in the air, cutting off all the evil spirits and ghosts wherever it passed, turning it into a piece of purity.
Yan Caiwei was stunned for a moment, put away the Soul Dangling Bell without changing her expression, rolled up her sleeves and rubbed her hands: "Young brother is mighty!"
, I went to rescue the wounded. "
After saying this, Yan Caiwei, who was dressed in purple, went to check on the wounded, and went to join the people sent by other righteous sects.
Standing in the ghost city of Yunzhou, Jiang Yinghe took back the Wangchen sword that calmed down the ghost energy, his consciousness swept away, and he suddenly found a strange place.
The surrounding ghost energy is scattered, only the tangle of invisible flesh in the center of the ghost city is still cold and gloomy. Jiang Yinghe moved forward with his sword in his hand, feeling that this irregular mass of flesh was very similar to the level guard boss he fought when playing games on Earth.
The meatball squirmed a bit, and it was so ugly that it stood out a bit.
Jiang Yinghe stretched out his hand to pinch a clean knife and threw it over. There was no response, and he directly split the surface of the flesh with his horizontal sword. The surrounding flesh and blood surged for a while, and a curled up figure was wrapped in the chopped flesh.
The body size is between youth and teenager, and it seems to have no sense of autonomy. Jiang Yinghe took a preliminary look and felt that he was a cultivator swallowed by this mass of resentment-condensed flesh, so he stretched out his hand and pulled the figure up.
Following this sudden pull, all the flesh and blood surrounding the body separated, and the body with residual temperature rushed into his arms, hugging him suddenly as if he had just regained consciousness.
It was a hug with a little nascent feel.
Qin Jun didn't expect to wake up like this.
In his sense of touch that has been sealed for thousands of years, there has always been only coldness and darkness. But now, he is surrounded by a divine soul that exudes fragrance and is full of delicious feeling. He can't help rolling his Adam's apple, and his deep eyes are slightly opened, and he sees the dazzling whiteness.
The endless pain of recasting his body is slowly subsiding, and the image of being knocked down by the thunder in his mind is still repeated, but this embrace is light and stable, emitting a strong fragrance.
smell good…
Is this a plot where the top soul throws himself into his arms? Is there such a thing as reincarnation and reconstruction
Qin Jun felt that his teeth were itching secretly, his current state was extremely weak, and his consciousness was not particularly clear. He very much wanted to bite the person in front of him with his mouth open, lick and lick his seductive soul, and make him a part of himself...
He thought so, and he did.
The moment Jiang Yinghe hugged him, a Didi system notification sounded in his mind, saying that the unknown man in front of him was extremely talented and asked him to take him as his apprentice. He didn't expect that saving someone would also save Xilai who was unexpected. When he touched the other's wrist to check his bone age, he was bitten by the child.
His teeth were biting on his collarbone, and he felt a little bleeding.
This bone age is less than twenty years old
, full of ghostly aura invading the body, the force of biting is quite strong.
Jiang Yinghe hissed lightly, instead of shaking him away, he stretched out his hand and patted him on the back, saying, "Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you, those evil souls who have harmed others have been purified."
The person in his arms froze for a moment, as if he hadn't expected Jiang Yinghe's words.
Jiang Yinghe thought he was frightened, and thought that the other party was the only good seedling who met the system's standards, so he patiently continued to comfort him: "With me, you are safe now."
Qin Jun's movements stopped, he was full of evil spirits, and his body was tattered, weak and hollow, but he was not rejected by the person in front of him, instead he spoke words of comfort in a gentle voice.
This was a unique situation for Qin Jun. He was stunned for a moment, and his thoughts broke down.
After biting this person, he was hugged tighter and more firmly. What's the reason? While thinking, Qin Jun licked the blood on the other party's collarbone.
Jiang Yinghe, who was licked a few more times: "... Are you hungry?"
Qin Jun leaned on his shoulder, his voice slowed down for a moment, and said, "Yes."
It tastes delicious, and the breath on the body has a light and gentle taste, which makes the roots of the teeth itchy uncontrollably, wanting to lick, lick, bite, and swallow it into the stomach.
Jiang Yinghe thought that people trapped in that kind of environment would always be afraid, but he was a little surprised at his boldness. He stretched out his hand and caressed the bitten scar, and his fingertips touched the faint red cut and collarbone. Tooth marks, heal the wounds with spiritual power.
Qin Jun lay in his arms, staring at his slender fingers with a concealed, considerate, and slightly longing gaze, and then, the pair of iron-gray eyes restrainedly closed.
... For the time being, can't eat.