Paranoid villains always go crazy [Quick Transmigration]

After Qiu Luo's body was destroyed by the Lingxu Sanren, he still left behind the ring that he wore with him, which fell into Lin Jinran's palm together with the seeds.

The green seeds were as big as small pebbles, emitting a soft light. When Lin Jinran held them in his hand, he could even feel the faint pulsation from the seeds, beating regularly like a heart.

Lin Jinran carefully felt the emotions conveyed from the seeds, put Qiuluo's accepting ring on his finger, and gently stroked the edge of the accepting ring with his thumb, and a jade bottle containing Ningqing Dan appeared in his hand.

"It turns out that you came after me to give me the Ningqing Pill..."

When the jade bottle was opened, a light scent of medicine rushed to the face, and the surrounding black mist did not dare to approach.

In the great array of mountains and rivers under Lin Jinran's feet, the nightmare demon that came out of the gap had already stepped into the array, and began to attack the sect elders guarding the eyes of each array.

Several elders of the Xuyun Sect and monks from other sects who came to suppress the demon were running a large formation while resisting the nightmare, trying to suppress the nightmare again and return to the devil's lair.

Lin Jinran took a step forward, and the silver long sword whirling behind him immediately shot at the Nightmare like a rain of arrows. The disintegrated demon energy was scattered and annihilated under the light of the sword, and was constantly smashed and cut by the sharp energy.

The moment he moved, he immediately attracted the attention of the elders of all sects, and they all cast vigilant eyes, but the next moment they showed surprise and doubt.

"What happened to Master Lin?"

"Isn't he infected by Nightmare? Could it be that he recovered so quickly?"

Gu Changfei, who was resisting together with other brothers and sisters under the siege of demonic energy, was almost pierced by a demonic head, but he was rescued by a sword light flying from the sky.

Gu Changfei frowned, he had clearly seen Qiu Luo and Lin Jinran seem to be in conflict just now, but Qiu Luo disappeared out of thin air in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the nightmare was raging in the formation. Under the critical situation, he couldn't pay attention to Qiu Luo. Demons really make it hard for people to tell whether they are friends or foes.

"Not good! The gap in the formation has become bigger!" an elder of Xuyun Sect warned loudly.

"We must find a way to expel the demon energy from the formation, otherwise the energy source of this nightmare demon will continue to be replenished, and if this continues, there will be no more fun!"

However, the operation of the formation presided over by several elders is already on the verge of limit, let alone being distracted to resist the devil attacking everywhere.

Nightmare demons are very good at attacking people's hearts, producing illusions, and their movements are treacherous, difficult to capture, and they need to be on guard all the time. The elders are exhausted just by using formations to seal the devil's lair, and several of them have already begun to show signs of exhaustion.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Lin Jinran Yujian returned to the formation.

Under the watchful eyes of the elders of all sects, he raised his hand and tapped lightly on the jade bottle, and all the Ningqing pills refined with the red lotus flower as the main medicine flew out of the bottle, one by one. Fly to the elders of each faction in the eyes of the formation.

"This is... the Ningqing Pill from Yaoxian Valley?" The elders pinched the pill, wondering and uncertain.

Only an elder who is good at alchemy showed a look of surprise: "Everyone, take this Ningqing Pill quickly! It is designed to suppress the demons and nightmare poison. If you take it, you will not be disturbed by the demonic energy, and you can concentrate on suppressing the demons." !"

Even Gu Changfei got one, his face flushed slightly, and he cupped his fists at Lin Jinran with complicated emotions: "Thank you, Master Lin."

Lin Jinran said indifferently: "This bottle of elixir was specially sent by my disciples to help me seal the magic cave, but it is a pity that he was framed by a Lingxu Sanren on the road and was unfortunately seriously injured, so the Lingxu Sanren pretended to be my disciple. , maliciously slandering this seat."

"Comrades, please don't listen to the slander, the top priority is to work together to suppress the Nightmare."

Gu Changfei was taken aback, Qiu Luo was injured?Was that Qiu Luo just now a fake?

Several elders of Xuyun Sect looked at each other in blank dismay: "So it's like this..."

Although it was true that Lin Jinran was in a state of madness just now, but the situation is critical now, and he has to rely on the great swordsmanship, not to mention the help of Ningqing Dan, even if there is something wrong with Lin Jinran, as long as he can Helping them suppress the devil's lair, they had no choice but to pinch their noses and admit it.

The effect of the Ningqing Pill was exerted extremely quickly, and a burst of fresh air escaped from the elders' breaths, and the devilish energy in the whole body immediately retreated, forming an invisible barrier.

The Nightmare Demon was forced to the center of the formation by Lin Jinran's sword light, and gradually took on a human form, with a ferocious face constantly roaring.

Driven by Lin Jinran's majestic magic power, the Great Array of Mountains and Rivers was reinfused with vitality, and under the dedicated urging of the elders, it began to run quickly again, repairing the cracks by itself.

Brilliant golden light condensed from all directions of the formation, completely covering the nightmare trapped in the center.

The thick and tumbling black mist was finally dispelled under the scorching of the golden light all over the sky, leaving only the last embers burned by the invisible flames, and finally dissipated completely in the maddened roar.

The gloomy sky dissipated, and the sun shone into a line of blades, straightly cutting through the thick dark clouds, and shining on the earth again.

The mountain and river formation turned into a square formation that completely suppressed the entire valley, and the sea of ​​fog-like magic energy poured back into the depths of the magic cave little by little, completely disappearing without a trace...

When the elders of various sects breathed a sigh of relief and came to apologize and thank Lin Jinran one after another, everyone looked around and saw a rainbow of sword lights across the sky. Where is Lin Jinran's shadow?

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Cangming Sword Sect.

The sky after the rain is refined into a blue color, and the sect hidden in the mountains and fog is far away from the mundane world, as quiet as a fairyland.

Lin Jinran returned to the mountain gate after sealing the magic cave. In order to completely solve the hidden danger of attracting demons into his body, he began to retreat for a long time.

In the floating hall, a flower garden was opened up beside the lotus pond, filled with the exotic flowers and plants in Qiuluo's courtyard, and the red lotus flower that Qiuluo picked up was also transplanted here and carefully cultivated.

A faint spiritual energy surrounded the flower garden, and Lin Jinran sat cross-legged on the white jade platform by the pool, closed his eyes, and meditated quietly.

Beside him was a pot of white porcelain jade, which was filled with fresh spiritual soil. After a month of meticulous care, a section of tender green bud poked its head out of the spiritual soil, and shyly grew two pieces. Rounded leaves.

After Lin Jinran returned to the sect, he took this flower pot with him, no matter where he went, the flower pot would always stay within his reach with one hand.

The disciples in the sect were very curious at first, since when did the head master have the hobby of planting flowers and plants?

Lin Jinran even took care of it himself, never laying hands on others, and even boys who specialize in spiritual planting were not allowed to touch it.

The gentle breeze blows over the lotus pond, wrinkling a pool of clear water.

The sword wound stabbed by Lingxu had already recovered to its original state, and the vigorous and abundant spiritual energy breathed out rhythmically from every dilated pore on his body.

When it is condensed to the extreme, it forms a thin aura of rain and mist, lingering ups and downs around the lotus pond.

Most of the dissipated spiritual mist was intermittently absorbed by the green plants in the white jade flower pots, and they stayed by Lin Jinran's side for a long time to practice.

The green vines coil around to form the main pole, and two branches grow from the upper end, one on the left and one on the right, like two slender arms swaying gently in the breeze.

At the top of the vine is a pale pink flower bud, and the outermost petals are wrapped in a rich aura, slowly blooming like a layer of gauze.

The flower bud shook its head in Lin Jinran's direction, and a thin rattan branch stretched out from the swinging branch, poking Lin Jinran's cheek mischievously.

The latter's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he woke up from his sedation. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the rattan that was trying to coil around his arm.

Lin Jinran's brows moved slightly, and he raised his hand to caress the newly grown leaves on the vine, and gently pinched the flower bud's coat, with a smile on his eyebrows: "Want to be lazy again? Only by practicing hard can you recover your spiritual body as soon as possible."

The vines were all wilted, and the flower buds dangled and lowered their heads, listless, looking unlovable, only scratching Lin Jinran's palm with the thin vines again and again.

It is so boring!Staying in the flower pot every day, unable to go anywhere, is like going to jail.

Lin Jinran endured and endured, and finally couldn't hold back his smile: "It's no use acting like a baby with my teacher, just practice hard."

The head disciple Li Qing came to the lotus pond after the report, and happened to see the head master talking to a plant, with a very rare gentle smile on his face.

Li Qing was extremely surprised in his heart, but his face was still calm, and he respectfully saluted Lin Jinran: "Master Master."

As usual, he reported to Lin Jinran the recent affairs in the sect, and presented the slips from other sects to Lin Jinran.

While Lin Jinran was reading the letter, Li Qing looked curiously at the vine in the flower pot, which was lazily stretching its branches and leaves. Lin Jinran picked up the water bottle and poured water on its head.

The wet vine couldn't help but shake the wet branches and leaves, water drops slipped from the slightly blooming flower buds, and shook Li Qing's head as it shook his head, shaking Li Qing's body with water.

Li Qing was taken aback, and wiped his face: "Master, is this pot of spirit planted into essence?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his fingers to touch its petals, but just as he reached out, his index finger was caught by the petals closed by Shu Er.

Li Qing: "...Could it be that Master is raising piranhas?"

Lin Jinran raised his head from the slip of paper, smiled lightly and said, "This is your little brother."

Li Qing instantly showed shock. He stared up and down at the very humane Ling Zhi who was shaking the branches, and frowned: "This is Junior Brother Qiu? How did Junior Brother Qiu become...a vegetable?"

Qiu Luo: "..." You are in a vegetable state!

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At night, the moon is as cool as water, slowly creeping across the window sill, flowing on the floor in front of the bed, shining a hazy frost.

Lin Jinran put the white jade flowerpot on the bedside as usual, and he gently stroked the edges of the petals with his fingertips. The flowers seemed to be scratched a little, and the curly leaves pulled back.

I can't remember how many days and nights, Lin Jinran sighed lightly, closed his eyes, and re-entered the state of meditation.

The night is quiet, only the rustling of tree shadows outside the window.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Jinran seemed to feel a pair of hands surrounding him from behind.

He didn't open his eyes, he just felt the warm body temperature from his back, just like countless familiar dreams, the owner of those hands embraced him warmly, and whispered his master with a smile in his ear.

Only in this kind of dream, he can see Qiu Luo appearing in front of his eyes, and he can get a moment of joy and tenderness.

When it was dawn, Meimeng woke up, and all he faced was the empty Floating Palace and a vine that couldn't laugh or speak.

"Master...you open your eyes and look at me."

The scorching breath sprayed in the ears, and the voice sounded especially real tonight.

Lin Jinran turned his face slightly, but still did not open his eyes.

The arms around his waist were tightened tighter and tighter, and his shoulders were pressed against a warm chest, until a pair of lips caught his earlobe, and his teeth gently grind the soft flesh of the earlobe, Lin Jinran suddenly walked out of the room. As if waking up from a dream.

He turned his head in disbelief, a handsome and bright face was reflected in the dark pupils.

Familiar facial features imprinted in his bones, eyes shining like stars, Qiu Luo's brows brimming with a smile, gently kissed Lin Jinran's reddish eyes: "Master, the disciple is back."

Lin Jinran was shocked, his eyes flickered, and his slightly trembling fingers caressed the other's cheek, and there was a warm and delicate touch from the palm of his hand.

"Come back...will you never leave as a teacher again?"

Thousands of words are melted in a lingering deep kiss.

"Well, never leave you."

The author has something to say: the four small worlds are all over

Don't panic, there will be a sweet episode of returning to the present world later

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