The habitat of ghost cultivators is often full of ghostly aura.
After Jiang Yinghe entered the ancient tomb, he was taken by the kid from the "inn" to a tomb room, above which was placed a solemn coffin.
… It is really ingenious and unconventional.
The fees charged by this inn are rather strange. Naturally, ghost cultivators don’t need money from the human world, and they don’t charge spirit stones from the cultivation world. The innkeeper glanced at him, as if he wanted to remove the mask on his face. But after some hesitation, he just wanted to take a piece of the red dress on his sleeve.
Although his robe is a magic weapon, there are many pieces. Although Jiang Yinghe was surprised, he did not hesitate. He tore off a piece of his sleeve and handed it to the shopkeeper.
He looked around and felt that he was barely integrated into the group, not too conspicuous, so he entered the tomb and sat in the coffin in the inn.
As soon as he sat down, Jiang Yinghe stretched out his hand to condense the Wangchen sword, and his eyes stopped on the cold jade mirror stone. He hesitated a little, then raised his hand and tore off the sword pendant. He wanted to put it in the storage ring, but he felt that if the sword pendant could really track his location, then as long as it was by his side, it would be safe to put it anywhere. the same.
Jiang Yinghe hesitated repeatedly, but in the end he became ruthless and took out this innate spirit treasure from the braided sword tassel, and then poured spiritual power into it, destroying this precious thing bit by bit.
The internal structure of the mirror stone is not strong, and after the cold spiritual power enters the interior, it collapses and dissipates inch by inch like the ice of fire, and loses all spiritual energy fluctuations in a short time.
Jiang Yinghe looked at the mirror stone for a while, then closed his eyes gently, exhaled, and put the thing into the magic storage vessel. Then he began to think about what the proprietress told him.
"You can taste the sweetness, obviously you are not a heartless person. But you don't feel the extra 'love'. Could it be that the root of love has been pulled out and cut off, and it is now at this point?"
When the proprietress said this, she shook her pipe leisurely.
"I've heard that some monks who practice the ruthless way in the comprehension world take the initiative to cut off love. But this is a side door, and you can't reach the upper level of the ruthless way. I see that your cultivation base is not low, even I can see it. I don't know, I don't know if I have a root of love?"
Jiang Yinghe never had the memory of pulling out his root of emotion, so he just listened silently without opening his mouth.
The proprietress took a sharp puff of her cigarette, and said lazily, "If you don't have a root of affection, you won't realize that you are attracted to anyone."
Feeling, no matter whether you really like it or not, you will stop before the world of mortals, and you will not be able to taste a trace of love... just like a piece of wood. "
"Wood..."
"It's so strange that you don't remember it yourself. The process of pulling out the root of love is very painful. How can you not remember? Well, well, for the sake of being a beautiful woman, I'll treat you to this tea."
Jiang Yinghe touched his face subconsciously, and only touched the mask with blue face and fangs. Just when he was a little doubtful about Guixiu's aesthetics, the proprietress suddenly poked his neck and took a puff beside him, as if he was more addicted than the pipe in his hand. As if, he smacked his lips and said: "What a fragrant soul, great beauty..."
Jiang Yinghe: "..."
Sure enough, you can't talk about aesthetics with ghost cultivators. No, what kind of demon, what kind of monster race, no matter which aesthetics are weird. His Wangchenjian's sword pendant is the pinnacle of his apprentices' aesthetics.
So that's the situation.
Jiang Yinghe left the coffin, picked up the teapot on the small table, and poured a cup of blue tea. He stared at the spooky tea for a moment, then put down the cup helplessly.
He felt that his mind was in a mess, thinking about the root of love, thinking about the current situation, thinking about the reverse flow of the Styx, and the difficulty of living... Even if he has no intention of saving the world, he is unwilling to watch the world in front of him be destroyed. .
If there is no hope of going home...
Jiang Yinghe walked away for a while, then took out the summoning token, and was about to pass it to the senior brother in charge, asking about the "lack of love roots" on the sidelines. Hearing the commotion outside, the innkeeper said obediently: "Please come in, my lords, who are you looking for?"
The voices of two children sounded at the same time, one male and one female: "Look for a noble person."
"Look at what you two said, there are no nobles living in our small broken land, all the people who come here are lonely ghosts without monuments and tombs."
The girl said: "It belongs to the suzerain..."
The boy added: "Master."
Girl: "It's also the suzerain's..."
The boy answered: "Taoist companion."
The two people spoke very strangely, as if they had two bodies, but only one soul and mind. If they didn't speak at the same time, they could only speak intermittently like this.
The shopkeeper said: "Our guests here have all rested, I wonder how the two adults will check?"
The girl looked around, and sure enough, she saw many lonely ghosts with low cultivation. She turned her head around and faced the shopkeeper again: "Take out all the vouchers."
The boy continued:
"What did you collect?"
The shopkeeper didn't dare to delay, and after hearing the words, he took out the room fee collected. There were pebbles by the Styx River, the teacup of the proprietress of Qiwei Tea House, a tear of forgetting love... and the pieces of red clothes that Jiang Yinghe tore off.
The two children circled around, looked at each other and said: "The three golden immortals are all at the suzerain's place, and the evil spirits on the bottom 18 floors have all been arrested by the suzerain, and are waiting for an explanation in the Nether Palace. We are acting impartially... "
The two children paused in the middle of their reading, and the girl reached out and picked up the red cloth strip inside the hotel certificate, put it under the tip of her nose and smelled it, and sighed: "It smells so good..."
The boy said: "Big beauty."
The girl blinked and said: "But the suzerain asked to find a nobleman."
The boy tilted his head to look at her: "Is your honor a great beauty?"
The eyes of the two met for a moment, and they replied in unison: "Yes!"
Not only Jiang Yinghe in the tomb, but even the shopkeeper was overwhelmed by the logic of these two adults. He stammered at first, and then said kindly: "The young one will lead the way for the two adults."
The ghost cultivators on both sides retreated to the side, watching the golden boy and jade girl walking all the way to the tomb next to them, talking a lot.
"I watched the big beauty come in. She was wearing a mask, and she looked like a rabbit monster when she was alive."
"I've been paying attention to that beauty in red for a long time, this fragrance, this soul, my saliva is about to flow out."
"It's said that Lady Jade always brings beauties back every time she searches for people, but she never gets it right."
The voice of discussion was very low, none of the golden boys and girls turned their heads, but entered the tomb, saw a little demon in red sitting in front of the table, and waited for a few people to come in front of them before raising their eyes indifferently.
The jade girl has a higher level of cultivation and can smell the fragrance of his spirit better. She couldn't help wiping the saliva from the corner of her mouth. Just as she was about to repeat the words of "handling it impartially", she saw the little demon in red in front of her reach out and take it off. mask.
After the mask of green face and fangs was removed, a handsome face with black brows and star eyes was revealed, but it was expressionless, with an expression that rejected people thousands of miles away.
His fingers touched the rim of the teacup, slowly circled around it, and said, "You two... kids, are you Qin Jun's right-hand man?"
The two nodded together at first, and then said in a dissatisfied tone: "How can you just call the suzerain by the name just because you are good-looking. Now that you know it, then don't bother, and come with us to the Nether Palace."
... Hiss, that bastard really employs child labor. Jiang Yinghe's thoughts wandered for a moment, and his tone paused before continuing to ask
: "Then Qin Jun must be very precious to you?"
The golden boy raised his chin arrogantly, and said, "I told you not to call the suzerain by his name."
The jade girl then hugged her arms: "We are the suzerain's favorite general!"
Jiang Yinghe nodded and said, "That's good, I happen to have something to talk to him about."
He raised his hand and held the Wangchen sword next to the table case. Xuejian Wangchen's whole body was like ice, shining in the dim light.
Jiang Yinghe stood up, the long-hidden Dao body was gradually revealed in the process of operation, the disguise was slowly removed, and the broken red clothes changed into a pale white, a Taoist immortal energy so powerful that it could sweep the entire inn Condensate out.
Just when the little ghosts outside were panicking and wanted to rush out, a cold sword energy blew across the entrance of the ancient tomb, separating this "inn" from other lands on the edge of the nether world. Afterwards, the ice-like snow sword flew straight out, inserted between the ground fissures, and used this to divide the boundary, bringing out a barrier of sword energy that was as cold as a knife.
Inside the tomb, chaos and ghostly aura raged. Jiang Yinghe knocked on the table slowly a few times, looked at the two children opposite and said, "You can't beat me."
He is the leader of the righteous path in the cultivation world. In the current world, there are almost no people on the same level as his three bastard apprentices. Jiang Yinghe is not a fool, as long as they don't meet him, no matter how much he loves the "love general", Jiang Yinghe can sweep them away with one hand.
Whether it is Li Huanhan's subordinate Qiu Mojun who has been famous for many years, or Xiao Mojun who used indiscriminate means to plot against him, or the Sanqing Yaojun guarding the frontier fortress of thousands of demons beside Changye, or the Jiuying Yaojun who was stripped of his demon core. , in heads-up, Jiang Yinghe is still not able to fight.
After all, he is a long-renowned sword cultivator.
"Using the big to bully the small is not enough to win." Jiang Yinghe said in a helpless tone, "There is really no way ahead, and I have to. I can only let one of you two children go, and inform your suzerain... About the river."
He looked at the two tender children, and threatened with a blank expression: "If Qin Jun doesn't agree to me, I'll kill the one that stays."
He spoke solemnly and solemnly. But the two children on the opposite side didn't feel the strong murderous aura from him, they just looked at each other, Jin Tong said: "But we..."
Jade Girl: "He's dead already?"
Jiang Yinghe was at a loss for words for a while, thinking of the most terrifying thing for a ghost cultivator, he changed his mind and said, "...I'll let my buddhist buddhist friend save you."
As soon as the words fell, the outside of the tomb was still listening
The little ghosts fell silent for a moment, and retreated silently to the corner, hugging themselves, weeping, trembling, and even yelling.
... actually really scared the ghost
——
The scene in the Nether Palace was obviously not as peaceful as Jiang Yinghe imagined.
"Can your people still be useful?" Changye cracked another teacup, his beautiful face was full of anxiety, "Look around, can't find such a big place? Brother Qin, what do you do?" It’s just too incompetent.”
He didn't finish a sentence, and seemed to be more aggressive: "If you were not discovered first, this incident would have happened at least a few hundred years later, and I can slowly develop a relationship with Master..."
Qin Jun raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said with a sneer, "You are a kind-faced evil monster with a dark heart, so you are aboveboard? Haven't you lied to him enough? You are vicious and dark, and you are called a monster in vain."
Chang Ye smashed the glass with his backhand, and said with a sullen face: "If you can't fucking do it, let us Yaozu find someone, what kind of brains are you ghost cultivators? If you bump into someone while looking for someone, you offend the master, you Can the Nether Realm afford it?"
"I let you yell and act arrogantly in front of me for the sake of Master." Qin Jun's iron-gray eyes froze on Chang Ye, showing the arrogance and murderous intent that hardly put anyone in his eyes. Born together, "When you lied to him, you pretended to be cute and weak. You should really show Master what you look like now."
Just as the atmosphere between the two became more and more tense, Li Huanhan, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes.
... The breath of the sword pendant disappeared.
Xuejian Wangchen is stored in the master's Taoist body, and there is no possibility of losing it. That is to say...
Li Huanhan's heart sank, he already thought of why Jiang Yinghe destroyed the sword pendant. He raised his hand to cover his heart, feeling that even the slightest beating sound of this heart wrapped in demons and entwined with jealousy was implicated in uncontrollable pain.
He lowered his head and took a deep breath. He felt something surge from his lungs up his throat, and when it reached the base of his tongue, he realized that it was a mouthful of blood that had accumulated for a long time.
Blood stained his lips.
Li Huanhan raised his hand, wiped off the blood on his lips, lowered his gaze, and said nothing.
But the two people around stopped at the same time, watching him wipe off the blood from his lips. Chang Ye stared at it for a moment, then said with a feeling: "You madman, it really doesn't look like you have been occupied by a demon."
Just like a drunk person, with a sober expression and calm speech, it is difficult to distinguish. only in decision and
Changye could only feel that Li Huanhan was really crazy when he acted.
"Heavenly Demon." Qin Jun sneered, "It's not much different from Heart Demon, they are all hypocritical evil cultivators."
Chang Ye glanced at him: "The world is as black as crows, so you are different."
Seeing that these two people were about to quarrel again, an immature female voice rang out from outside the Nether Palace, carrying the ethereal feeling unique to ghost cultivators.
"Report to the suzerain."
Qin Jun raised his eyes and asked, "Have you found anyone?"
The jade girl hesitated for a moment: "I didn't find a nobleman, but I found a big beauty."
Qin Jun said impatiently: "What beauty, don't come here if you can't find someone."
As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that the golden boy was not there, and was about to ask, when he heard the slightly listless voice of the jade girl.
"That beautiful woman wants to see the suzerain," said the jade girl, "he said that if you don't go, he will save the golden boy. The subordinate is not his opponent."
Exceed? ... Is there a Buddha who cultivated into the Netherworld
Qin Jun is well aware of the taste of these ghost cultivators. He is probably a Buddhist cultivator who exudes Buddha's light all over his body. As long as the spirit smells good, the jade girl calls anyone a beauty. He already had a bad temper, so Yun Nu's words made her angry, she squinted her eyes, and said coldly: "Want to see me? Okay."
He stood up, the dark robe slipped off with his movements, and the sharpness of his cold voice emerged.
"I'd like to see—who has the guts."