Heavenly Demon Cult.
In the blood-thick pool of water, bright red drops meandered over Li Huanhan's thin arms.
He was silently soaked in the blood pool, and an eye was split between the flesh and blood in the palm of his hand.
"My lord," it was a little panicked, "My lord, your demons are beyond control! If you think about it like this, you will go crazy, even if you are a demon cultivator..."
Blood Shadow's words were only half spoken, and then stopped abruptly, as if something terrible had stopped his throat. It let out a short panting sound, crying and mourning: "Blood River Demon Venerable! Li Huanhan! You might as well have dug out the roots of love. Is this how the devil lives? What are you enduring?!"
Seeing that Li Huanhan didn't respond, it screamed and roared: "If your parents died and the corpses were all made into puppets, it would be fine. What's the matter now? You can't enjoy yourself in time. , you are worthy of being called a demon?! Forcing to be pure-hearted and ascetic, you might as well practice Buddhism... "
Before he could finish his sentence, he let out a scream, then stopped talking tremblingly, looking at his host with bright red eyes.
Li Huanhan slowly opened his eyes, and said coldly, "Enough is enough?"
The blood shadow was shrunk in his palm, not daring to make a sound at all.
To a certain extent, the blood shadow is also his inner demon, but this inner demon comes from the slowly condensed when he climbed up from the Nine Nether Hells when he was young, and he has seen his weakness and his unwillingness. , Every moment he lingered in the darkest place.
Li Huanhan has lived half his life, and his body is already covered in blood.
Xueying watched the host stand up, the aura on his body suddenly burst from silence, and rose all the way from Wujing, Jindan, Yuanying, Yuanshen, Dongxu... finally stopped on the half-step Jinxian.
Xueying couldn't help but sighed: "Comfortable, the demon body is always more comfortable than the Tao body, why don't you let the other half of the Tao body be abolished, what's the use..."
Seeing Li Huanhan's gaze sweeping towards him, it realized that it had said something wrong, so it quickly shut up.
Li Huanhan clenched his palms tightly, and the blood shadow in his palm shrank back unwillingly. Putting on his black robe again, he stood beside the pool of blood, staring at the dozens of pure heart-like instruments and bottles of calming pills in front of him, his red eyes were calm.
Only he himself knows what his inner demons are.
Li Huanhan raised his hand to caress it, and the breath of dozens of instruments and elixirs in front of him was greatly reduced, and suddenly weakened, and then they were completely scrapped, turning into a handful of worldly dust.
Ashes slipped from his fingers, all expensive artifacts disappeared
.
Li Huanhan withdrew his hand, and the temperature in his blood-red eyes was getting colder, but even with such a number of pure heart-like magic tools as assistance, he was still trapped in that night for a long time, unable to extricate himself.
As long as he closes his eyes, there is only the appearance of the master in front of him, from the first time he stood in front of him until——
Until that night, Jiang Yinghe curled up his body while panting lowly, the corners of his eyes were reddish, and his eyelashes were wet with tears of lust. His ice and snow Taoist body couldn't bear this kind of suffering, and even his consciousness was in a daze, as if he had been injured, he moved towards him helplessly.
Li Huanhan could hear the soft humming and whimpering between the lips of the other party, as well as his subconscious dawdling when he was in a daze. Under his cold and indifferent appearance, there is a lively and touching softness.
It was the first time for him to experience the taste of emotion, and also felt the demons caused by emotion like never before.
This master, who even made him worry about frowning, abandoned the tough and cold shell, peeled off the appearance layer by layer, and actively grabbed Li Huanhan's sleeve while struggling in the sea of desire.
—Even if he is an unrepentant rock, he still has to let this blow shake the heart of the earth, let alone he is not.
He is not an upright gentleman, not the gentle person in Jiang Yinghe's eyes, nor is he considerate enough, without any sympathy. Li Huanhan felt that he was like a string that was stretched tightly, being stretched to the brink of breaking all the time.
The desire to invade, occupy, plunder, and the cold and deep fragile nerves buried deep in him, he thought he had controlled it well, but when the other party gently pulled the sleeve, they were all torn away. scattered.
But at this moment, Jiang Yinghe, who had been soothed and satisfied by his disciple's hand, was in a slightly better condition. Although his mind was still dizzy, as if in a dream, he could finally feel the satisfaction of releasing his lust.
He didn't remember what happened after that at all, he didn't remember that he was gently grasped by that cool hand, that he touched his cheeks and ears, and brushed his temple hair. I don't know how the other party kissed his lips cautiously and apprehensively like a treasure, stealing a trace of nostalgic warmth from the touching lips.
Therefore, he didn't even know that after being kissed quietly by the other party, he unconsciously called out.
"Ye'er, don't make trouble..."
All passions are frozen here.
His inner demons were deeply entwined, piercing into his flesh and blood.
He didn't kill Chang Ye immediately, and brought Jiang Yinghe back to the Demon Sect, which was Li Huanhan's last reason when he left. This demon is much more difficult than the shadow of blood in the palm of your hand, pouring out all the time
The pain oppressed his barely maintained reason.
Sure enough, in the spring of the world, it is often warm and cold.
Li Huanhan closed his eyes and opened them again, and let out a deep breath. At the same time, the bead curtain on the side suddenly rang, and the blind girl in red stood aside and said, "Master, just now Qiu Mojun sent news that people from the Valley of the Medicine King discovered the identity of the Sword Immortal in the early days. Remains."
"Um."
"They... met Xianjun Xuanwei, and for some reason persuaded him to let Jiang Xianjun go to explore with them."
Li Huanhan suddenly raised his eyes, his blood eyes were dark: "Where is the location?"
It was the legacy of a half-step golden immortal, and there were countless dangers in it.
The blind girl said, "It's on the boundary of Nanzhou Medicine King Valley."
Li Huanhan nodded slightly, raised his hand, and the blind girl in red who was standing opposite immediately bowed down, and it turned into a blood-red sword of Nirvana, which fell into Li Huanhan's palm. Several restrictions have been released on the blade of Niril Sword, but there is still the most important restriction imprinted on it, corresponding to the girl's unrecovered eyes.
He stepped forward, behind him was the bead curtain that suddenly shook, leaving behind a chaotic vibrato.
——
On the other side, when Jiang Yinghe and the others stepped into the Sword Immortal's Abandoned Mansion, what they saw was a stone tablet that had been sealed for a long time.
To be precise, this place has not actually entered the inside of the Yifu. This stone tablet is just the inscription in front of the gate of the Sword Immortal in the early days, and it probably serves as a house number.
Jiang Yinghe stepped forward and saw that it was covered with heavy dust, so he used a dust removal technique to remove the thick dust from the inscription one by one.
The dust was swept away, revealing the true face of the stele. Jiang Yinghe originally just glanced at it casually, but his eyes suddenly stopped in an instant, staring at the inscription in a daze.
In the big world of this side, a font similar to seal script is used, even more difficult to understand than Xiaozhuan, and the handwriting engraved on the stele...is Simplified Chinese.
Jiang Yinghe's heart trembled suddenly, and the first reaction in his mind was: Could it be except me? Is there a second time traveler? Is this the Sword Immortal of Absolute Beginning
The people around didn't understand it, and he didn't look too seriously, so he looked at it twice as if nothing had happened, and saw that it read:
"If there are later people who can understand what I'm writing, then you should be careful and try to be indifferent when facing the small black room. It's not worth getting sick from anger."
Jiang Yinghe: "..."
This sword fairy doesn't look very serious.
He continued to look down, and saw a slightly smaller lettering under the line:
"The password to open the door (crossed out two passwords)
word) mantra, is the core value of socialism in twenty-four characters, please recite it completely. "
Jiang Yinghe: "... This person, was a political teacher before time travel, right? What's the matter, come together?"
He couldn't help complaining, his voice was very low, only Qin Jun beside him could hear clearly, turned his head and asked in a low voice: "What?"
"It's nothing." Jiang Yinghe sorted out his mood, thinking about whether this senior had deduced something before leaving a message for himself.
He was only thinking about this matter, and when the group arrived at the gate of the Yi's Mansion, he silently shifted his attention to the matter in front of him.
"We have explored this Xuanmen of the Remains Mansion before." Shou Yongzhou said. "External force is difficult to move and open, there must be many restrictions on it, Jiang Xianjun..."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw Jiang Yinghe nod his head slightly without changing his expression, walked forward, and said twelve words without changing his expression.
As the words fell to the ground, the originally thick and difficult-to-move giant door trembled suddenly, and the prohibition on it rotated repeatedly for a circle, and then opened to both sides.
Chou Yongzhou hesitated for a moment, looking at Jiang Yinghe's desolate appearance, his inner doubts and amazement reached the peak, and he couldn't help saying: "Xianjun, what are you...?"
Jiang Yinghe: "... I got it from ancient books."
Chou Yongzhou's face was solemn: "What ancient book is it? Maybe there are more records about the Sword Immortal in the First Beginning, so we can also reduce losses."
Jiang Yinghe glanced at him silently, and said quietly, "The Five Lectures on Socialist Core Values."
Not only Chou Yongzhou, but even the other cultivators of Yaowanggu who listened sighed in admiration: "I have never heard of it, Jiang Xianjun is really knowledgeable!"
Jiang Yinghe: "...Thank you."
After he said these two words, he couldn't listen anymore, and felt so embarrassed that his toes were scratching the ground. He was the first to enter the interior of the Yifu.
There is no terrible mechanism inside, nor any weird-looking things, but correspondingly, all the treasures left by this senior have disappeared without a trace.
It seems to be just a very simple residence inside. Jiang Yinghe walked into the interior and saw that the furnishings inside had an earth-like decoration style, which further confirmed the identity of the Sword Immortal of Absolute Beginning.
It is estimated that it was a senior who traveled before him. Maybe he didn't expect that there would be a second one, so he wrote those words on the inscription as a joke. I didn't expect that there was another me, who stumbled on the way to get off work and became eternal hatred, and when I closed my eyes and opened it, my soul came back... The world is unpredictable.
Jiang Yinghe walked through the outermost
The layout, the utensils inside are all as smooth as yesterday and spotless. As he was walking, he suddenly discovered that the things inside seemed to be in pairs. There was a pair of fairy lamps on the table, and even the hanging sword platform was in duplicate.
It's just that the aesthetics of Xuanjiantai is very distorted. The upper part is the simple style of the earth, and the lower part is the impact of strong and colorful colors. The aesthetic style is comparable to the level of the little apprentice.
He walked a few steps closer, and saw an open book next to the Hanging Sword Terrace, with a shiny talisman on it. On the back of the talisman, a sentence was written on the back of the talisman, which was still in Simplified Chinese , which reads—
"Don't panic, even if it's really a dark room, he won't dare to force love on you, no matter who he is."
Jiang Yinghe had a strong feeling of being kept in the dark, and was a little angry, but he could only calm down and think carefully.
What is this? Is it a prank? Or is it really a matter of ten thousand years later? And it also deduced his own destiny? No matter which he is, how many more are there
Question marks popped up in Jiang Yinghe's mind one by one, but in the end he thought that the Sword Immortal Taichu had not heard from him for so many years. He didn't know whether he succeeded in joining the Dao and returned to Earth, or died on the way.
He exhaled lightly, and was about to explore other places, when an exclamation suddenly sounded from the side.
Just behind the Xuanjian Terrace, someone touched the mechanism, and the jade wall collapsed completely, revealing all kinds of gleaming spiritual treasures, talismans and pills piled up into a mountain.
But correspondingly, in front of the mountains of treasures, there is a lightning grid that bursts out, and every trace of cold light that flows through has at least the aura of the void.
Jiang Yinghe found the target, and through the flashing lightning, he saw a strong vitality emanating from the green bottle of pills placed on the table inside. As he got up and stepped forward, he said to Jun'er: "You stay here, if something changes, go out immediately."
Qin Jun held his arm, frowned and said: "Master's old injury is not healed, this..."
Jiang Yinghe didn't finish listening to his words, but gently pulled out his sleeves and said, "If it's forced, I will leave immediately."
He walked forward, raised his sleeves and stretched his hands, the ice and snow Taoist body exuded a chilling air, his spiritual power penetrated into the grid, and slowly touched the flying Zilei that sealed these treasures, and then proceeded extremely cautiously into the lightning.
The chilling spiritual power separates the entire power grid and freezes it bit by bit. The process requires a lot of concentration to
Finish. Jiang Yinghe let his spiritual power cover all the lightning, and then suddenly withdrew his hand.
The mighty thunder net turned into ice, shattered inch by inch under his fingers, and fell to the ground.
Just when Jiang Yinghe breathed a sigh of relief and was about to take out the green bottle of elixir, a terrifying premonition suddenly surged in his heart. He raised his eyes abruptly, and saw a mirror hanging above many magic tools suddenly illuminated, and a mighty power that was so huge that it was hard to resist, almost shoulder to shoulder with the half-step golden fairy, rushed out.
A sword light in the mirror.
The sword qi rushed towards Jiang Yinghe, and before he had time to react, he was surrounded by a burst of familiar aura in an instant, and was thrown to the ground suddenly, blocking the sword light and sword shadow.
It's Qin Jun.
— But this level of sword intent, Jun'er can't stop it at all!
"Jun..." Just as Jiang Yinghe blurted out a word, his voice stopped abruptly.
He stared blankly at the scene in front of him.
Qin Jun's body was not pierced by the sword energy, nor was it suddenly collapsed by this power. On the contrary, he was intact, and the light from the mirror reflected on his body.
Under this ray of light, the flesh and blood on Qin Jun's body continuously melted and evaporated, leaving the skeleton of a skeleton. In the end, even the skeleton of the white bones was illuminated, leaving only the soul in front of him...
No, this is not the soul, this is an extremely solid, evil spirit.
His body solidified step by step from the void soul state, and returned to his original appearance. The shackles and confinement of the body were removed, and a ghostly aura so thick and shocking emanated from him, with an extremely terrifying aura. The oppressive force, and the Zhan Yun sword that had been sealed for a long time also clanked, and the restraints fell down one by one, shattered layer by layer, revealing the original luster and strength.
This sword that can compete with heaven finally revealed its true face.
At the same time, the realm of Qin Jun's body is also constantly rising, from the superficial primordial stage to breaking through the hole, and then the first, second, third, and fifth-level tests of Dao Heart, the powerful aura that surpasses many realms is almost It exploded.
Stopped at the half-step Jinxian's real level.
Jiang Yinghe stared blankly at him, looking over at those iron gray eyes.
His mind froze completely.
In the silence, only one Yaowanggu cultivator stammered in shock:
"Then, that mirror is... the sword fairy's mirror?!"
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