Cultivation world is responsible for the appearance [Transmigration Book]

There was a faint tremor in the air, and Luo Junqing's temples fluttered slightly.

"It's finally here." Luo Junqing murmured softly, but still didn't make any further moves.

"The real master!"

A disciple hurried up to the top hall of Qianyuan Pavilion, knelt down on one knee, with an anxious expression, and said, "Master Master, it's not good, the demons are attacking!"

"I see. You go down first, and I'll come later." Luo Junqing lowered her eyes and said lightly.

"Yes!" Although the disciple didn't understand what the sect master meant, he obediently took his order and retreated.

Luo Junqing stood up slowly, straightened the wrinkles on the Taoist robe, flew down the Qianyuan Pavilion, and walked to the palace behind, but did not enter, but leaned against the door, and said softly: "Senior brother .”

An Jinghe was staring in a daze at the window, and was stunned for a moment before realizing that Luo Junqing had come, but he didn't understand why the other party didn't come in.

"Senior brother, I know you can hear me," Luo Junqing's voice was still neither fast nor slow, neither light nor heavy, "The devil is attacking."

Ok?

So fast? !

An Jinghe was a little surprised. Yesterday he took advantage of the old man's joke and pretended to be angry and left Luo Junqing for a while. Although Yunling sealed his spiritual power, as long as he left this palace full of restrictions, he would have Chance contacted Rong Xiran through the piece of godhood called Fat Ball, and let Rong Xiran inform Xuan Yin part of his situation.

If it wasn't for the fact that when he left, he had been careful and left a special thousand paper crane that he had contacted with Xuan Yin for Rong Xiran, the situation today would not have happened, but Xuan Yin came too fast .

The status of the younger brother Xuan Yue in his heart can be seen. An Jinghe recalled that day when his mother was in the battle, Xuan Yin would rather hurt himself than hurt the "person" who might be him in the eyes of the team. An Jinghe felt slightly a warm.

"Brother, I really want to have a good time with you, but brother is always unwilling to accept my love." Luo Junqing's voice was still faint, and the demon army came, but he seemed to be walking in the courtyard The leisurely and self-satisfied, almost eerie calmness made An Jinghe feel creepy.

"Actually, senior brother has never believed me," Luo Junqing's voice carried a misty smile, "I said before, I will give you whatever you want, and I will satisfy you as long as you don't leave me. But you never believed me."

An Jinghe's heart sank, did Luo Junqing know his purpose?

It's impossible not to be shocked, An Jinghe never wanted to believe that Luo Junqing would do this for him.

But now Luo Junqing's tone was definitely not a joke, he said that if he was willing to give him everything he wanted, he would definitely give it.

Every word An Jinghe said to Luo Junqing, Luo Junqing wanted to burn it into his mind and never forget it.

It's a pity that An Jinghe never noticed what Luo Junqing said.

Maybe he noticed it, but he never thought that every word Luo Junqing said to him was sincere.

An Jinghe thinks about it now, these days, Luo Junqing is not as taciturn as before, and he talks more, he just feels that this person's temperament has changed drastically.

But she never wanted to believe that when Luo Junqing said every word, the seriousness in her expression and the seriousness in her eyes were all true.

In fact, Luo Junqing has never changed. He is the same as before, he will not lie to An, he is willing to give anything, even anything.

An Jinghe's face turned pale for a while, Luo Junqing knew that he came this time to show off his godhead, but he has been acting with him all the time, maybe he has been waiting for him to tell him the truth, he is actually willing to put his The godhead in the body is given to An Jinghe.

Just annoy and open your mouth.

He has been in this palace for more than a month, except for the night when Luo Junqing planted Yun Ling on him, he forced him once, and then he never forced him again. As if she didn't hear it, she continued to coax him, even if it was really ugly, Luo Junqing never lost her temper with him, she disappeared for at most two days, and when she reappeared, it was as if nothing happened As usual, always coaxed and pampered gently and tenderly.

Maybe Luo Junqing thinks that as long as he keeps reconciling with An Jing and tolerates An Jing and all the malice, he can wait for An Jing to treat him sincerely.

It's a pity that he didn't wait for the sincere treatment he expected, but waited for the attack of the demon army.

Luo Junqing really likes him, An Jinghe knows this from beginning to end.

An Jinghe's heart became more and more heavy, what kind of mood was Luo Junqing yesterday, knowing that he had contacted others, but forced himself to coax him with a smiling face and tolerate him.

He opened his mouth, but felt that his throat was extremely dry, as if he couldn't utter a word.

An Jing calmed down for a moment, her voice was a little hoarse, but she still said a sentence completely, "What are you going to do?"

"What's my plan?" Luo Junqing smiled a little bit, and he repeated, "What's my plan?"

Suddenly there was a sound of rocks collapsing outside, and there was a lot of movement.

An Jinghe closed his eyes.

It finally became quiet outside, Luo Junqing raised her voice a little, suppressed her emotions, and forced a smile, "The decision is always with you, I should ask you, An Jinghe, or Xuanyue, What are you going to do?"

An Jinghe's fingertips jumped, Luo Junqing seldom called his name, and it was the first time ever to call him Xuanyue.

Luo Junqing seemed determined to know his answer, and asked, "Senior Brother, what are your plans?"

An Jinghe still didn't reply.

Luo Junqing smiled lightly, and raised her hand to block the glare of the sun above her head: "The last question—"

"Do you have any love for me?"

The questions he asked were all too straightforward, and they directly touched An Jinghe's heart.

What kind of feelings does he have for Luo Junqing?

He has thought about this question many times.

When Rong Xiran asked him for an answer, he could veto it without hesitation.

It's clearly the same question, but why is Luo Junqing asking him now, but he can't say a word.

An Jinghe only felt that his whole body was trembling violently, and there was an answer that was about to come out but was stuck in his throat.

Luo Junqing waited for a while, but did not wait for An Jinghe's answer, smiled lightly, somewhat understanding, somewhat An Jinghe couldn't explain the unclear things, he said: "I knew your answer a long time ago, but I still want to ask you personally."

"I..." Chongning opened his mouth, calmed down, and said, "Wait for me, let's go out together..."

He suddenly thought of his current situation again, and finally added a sentence: "Is it okay?"

"What I said always counts," Luo Junqing said with a smile in his tone, "If you want to go, of course you can."

An Jinghe was still dressed in the fiery red dress, tied her hair loosely behind her head, opened the door and went out.

He didn't dare to look into Luo Junqing's eyes, and lowered his eyes slightly, "Let's go."

"Well," Luo Junqing threw something in his hand to An Jinghe, An Jinghe subconsciously took it, but it was the Snow Song Sword.

He hesitated for a moment, but still didn't ask anything, presumably the two clans were fighting and he was afraid that he would be in danger.

However, this spirit treasure in his hands is no different from broken copper and rotten iron. Even without Yun Ling's suppression, there is no spiritual power in his body, and he can't exert the power of Snow Song. The demons will not hurt him, but On Hanguangmen's side, Luo Junqing will definitely protect him. If there is any emergency, even if he has Snow Song, it will be useless.

However, this sword has accompanied him through many crises. Holding it, An Jinghe feels that it can still do a lot of things.

Luo Junqing held his hand very naturally, An Jinghe stiffened for a moment, he was still in embarrassment during the conversation between the two just now, but Luo Junqing did not let go, and only explained lightly: "Dangerous. "

An Jinghe relaxed and let him lead him. After leaving the Enlightenment Peak, he could gradually see more and more disciples running in a hurry.

There are many An Jinghe's familiar faces. Although those disciples were in a hurry, they did not forget to salute Luo Junqing. Even if some disciples recognized An Jinghe, they just pretended not to see them.

An Jinghe still lowered his eyelids, but his fingertips shrank slightly. The more he walked towards the mountain gate, the more injured disciples and destroyed pavilions and mountains he could see.

In the past, he was a model for these disciples, and they were their pillars, guarding this sect together, this common home of them, but now he is the one who created today's situation with his own hands.

An Jinghe suddenly felt a little regretful. When he made this decision, he thought very simply. If he attacked at will and stirred up the muddy water, he could take the opportunity to do something.

He should have thought of the situation before him, how could there be no casualties, how could it not cause damage.

In the end, it was just that after choosing between Lianxiao Jun and Han Guangmen, he chose the former.

The two walked all the way to the mountain gate. An Jinghe stood next to Luo Junqing and looked down. On the long ladder to the heaven, there were all demon soldiers in the dark, and even the sky was full of various attributes. Feather Demon Race.

Xuan Yin sat on a black golden cloud cart pulled by a nine-headed bird, with a cold expression and stern pupils.

Xuan Yin still cared about An Jinghe, fearing that he still had feelings for Hanguangmen, and didn't want him to feel embarrassed, so these feathered demons stayed at the mountain gate outside the mountain, and did not go deep.

The demons are serious, and the faint demonic energy surging in the air at this time made An Jinghe feel more comfortable.

When An Jinghe appeared, Xuan Yin immediately saw him. Seeing that he was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief, but he seemed to have sensed something, his expression was fiercer than before, and the murderous look in his eyes was like a blade, as if he was going to kill him. Luo Junqing is like Ling Chi.

Xuan Yin's hands gripped the armrests on both sides, and his pupils shrank slightly.

An Jinghe naturally knew that Xuan Yin saw that the demonic energy in his body was blocked, and was afraid that he would order to kill the disciples of the Han Guangmen, so he said, "Brother, I'm fine."

Xuan Yin glanced at An Jinghe, did not speak, but turned to Luo Junqing, the murderous look in his eyes could not be concealed.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Luo Junqing's lips, the Xuanxi sword in his hand hummed continuously, and it was half an inch out of its sheath, and the golden aura instantly drove back a wave of demons.

Xuan Yin narrowed his eyes slightly, picked up a slender machete at hand, and was about to stand up.

Luo Junqing also took a step forward, seeming to stagger her figure, just blocking An Jinghe behind her.

An Jinghe calmed down a little, and looked up at Luo Junqing in front of him.

Dressed in white, his figure was tall and straight, and his posture was impeccable.

He closed his eyes slightly, took a breath, and then opened his eyes, drew his sword out of its sheath, his movements were as smooth and graceful as flowing clouds and flowing water, but they were fast and accurate.

The next moment, the bright blade of Yinxuejian touched Luo Junqing's back.

Luo Junqing's body trembled imperceptibly, only An Jinghe who was behind him noticed it.

An Jinghe's heart was slightly shaken, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Everyone and all the demons were stunned for a moment when they saw this scene, and some new disciples of Hanguang Sect even yelled at An Jinghe:

"Demon monster, despicable and shameless!"

"Let go of our sect leader quickly, if you have the ability to compete one-on-one!"

...............

Of course An Jinghe didn't care, but Xuan Yin couldn't bear it and was about to take action.

An Jinghe took a deep breath, and said loudly: "Stop!"

Luo Junqing turned around slowly, looked at An Jinghe, but An Jinghe turned his head and looked away from his eyes, and said coldly: "Don't move."

This was said to Luo Junqing, but he didn't dare to look into Luo Junqing's eyes, not only did he not dare to look, but at this moment his heart was so heavy that he seemed to be out of breath.

"You raise your head and look at me." Luo Junqing's voice was still calm, even though the sharp sword was aiming at his heart impartially.

An Jinghe didn't answer, and didn't raise her head as Lin Lan wished, instead she closed her eyes slightly.

Luo Junqing raised his foot, leaned forward slightly, and pierced the flesh with the sharp point of the sword. The dark red blood soaked through the snow-white clothes, smearing a dazzling red, it was only a flesh wound, but An Jinghe seemed to sense it. Luo Junqing's heartbeat slowly weakened.

After a while, his hand holding the sword trembled more and more.

An Jinghe staggered back half a step, raised his head suddenly, his voice was hoarse, his hands were shaking violently, and he roared in a low voice: "I tell you not to move!"

Luo Junqing's feet stopped in the air obediently, then retracted, and her leaning forward body also stood up straight.

An Jinghe only felt that his vision was a little blurry, he couldn't see Luo Junqing's expression clearly, nor could he see the surrounding scene clearly.

Luo Junqing's voice was very low, so soft that it seemed to be blowing in the wind, "You are crying."

An Jinghe was startled slightly.

He cried?

An Jinghe raised his left hand, stroked his cheek, but touched the wet tears.

he actually cried...

Even he didn't realize it, An Jinghe looked down at his wet palm, did he cry?For Luo Junqing?

How is it possible, he has never cried.

An Jinghe wiped away the tears on his face with his sleeves, his eyes were red, and he looked up at Luo Junqing.

Luo Junqing had the familiar gentle look on his face, and there was even a faint smile in his eyes. The Xuan Xi sword had been retracted, and his whole body was completely restrained. Against the sun, he looked a bit gentle and gentle.

Luo Junqing hung one hand in the air, as if trying to wipe away his tears, but couldn't move forward.

"I didn't cry." An Jinghe retorted coldly.

"Okay, you didn't cry." Luo Junqing put down her hand graciously.

"Luo Junqing, you are really annoying," An Jinghe added with a still expressionless face, "I'm really annoying."

However, Luo Junqing smiled, with a smile on his face, "But you are very likable," he paused, and added, "I like you very much."

His voice was not small.

Cultivators are all sharp-eyed, and most of the people present could hear Luo Junqing's words clearly.

The disciples of Zhanguangmen were all astonished. Although some inner disciples had vaguely guessed something, the guessing was far less shocking than Luo Junqing's own admission.

Xuan Yin even pinched the armrest on one side until it deformed.

"Who wants to please you?" An Jinghe smiled coldly, took a step forward, and the sword edge advanced a little further along the wound that was pierced just now, and blood flowed from the wound again.

Luo Junqing's expression remained unchanged, but her face turned pale.

Although the Snow Song Sword is not comparable to the Xuanxi Sword, it is still a rare high-grade spiritual sword.

No matter how powerful Luo Junqing was, she was still made of flesh and blood.

An Jinghe pulled out the sword edge from Luo Junqing's heart, moved it up to the side of Luo Junqing's neck, took a step forward, half embraced Luo Junqing, and put the long sword across Luo Junqing's neck.

An Jing and Yang Sheng looked at Xuan Yin, "Brother, let's take him away."

Xuan Yin's eyes were heavy, "Why didn't you just kill him?"

"It's still useful, I'll talk to you later," An Jinghe carried Luo Junqing forward a few steps.

Xuan Yin still couldn't bear to reject An Jinghe, raised his hand and waved lightly, the huge nine-headed bird flapped its wings, and pulled the black golden cloud car close to An Jinghe.

Xuan Yin stood up, a black gilt chain flew out of his cuff, Luo Junqing did not resist, and let the chain bind him tightly.

An Jinghe withdrew his sword, pushed Luo Junqing onto the cloud chariot with a backhand push, then took Xuan Yin's hand and boarded the cloud chariot with a smile.

Xuan Yin looked at An Jinghe's red and swollen eye sockets with some distress, and finally didn't ask anything, just took An Jinghe's hand and sat on the soft couch.

The nine-headed bird is quite spiritual, and Xuanyin raised his hand again, and it turned the cloud car and flew back.

The rest of the demon army followed the cloud car and headed for the demon world.

Xuan Yin probed for An Jinghe's wrist, An Jinghe knew that he couldn't hide it, and he didn't want to hide it anymore, "Brother, you don't need to look, the magic energy is locked."

Xuan Yin turned his eyes to Luo Junqing, and said in a bad tone, "You did it?"

Luo Junqing sat on the ground, but her posture was extremely elegant.

He ignored Xuan Yin's question, his clear and lingling eyes glowed softly, staring straight at An Jinghe.

An Jinghe got up and walked in front of Luo Junqing, squatted down, and gently lifted Luo Junqing's chin, smiling eyes full of malice: "Luo Junqing, tell me, is this the way of heaven and reincarnation?" ah."