Master, he is nice and soft

He Xingzhang's eyes are very clean amber.

Jiang Yan discovered this point when Lai was taking a nap in the guest room where He Xingzhang lived. The setting sun shone into He Xingzhang's eyes, and the amber, which was more crystal clear than the crystal walker worn by their prostitute's daughter, was so touching and indescribable. forget.

It's a pity that it's too dark here, otherwise he could still check whether this body still has those beautiful eyes after being dead for so long.

"But he's already dead... ah, it must have been hundreds of years?"

Jiang Yan saw an awl carved with complex patterns emerging from He Xingzhang's hand, and a fear engraved deep in his bone marrow surged in his heart before his reaction.

When his back hit He Xingzhang's enchantment, Jiang Yan realized that he was so frightened that he kept retreating, but even so, the He Xingzhang in front of him was just like what the voice said, a person who had been dead for hundreds of years... Wouldn't remember that he loved the person in front of him, he held the awl and stabbed at it in the next second regardless of Jiang Yan's resistance.

There was a stabbing pain in his arm that made his reason go away for a while, Jiang Yan used his free arm to protect his heart before the awl arrived, but he didn't expect that the stab would almost pierce his arm , It hurts deeply.

The expression on the puppet's face seemed to be flustered for a moment. Jiang Yan just thought that after seeing such a big hole, the puppet might recover a little bit of consciousness, but only heard an extremely mean laughter.

Then the spirit puppet directly pulled the awl out of his arm, and brought out some minced meat to stick on those patterns. Blood rushed out from the wound, staining Jiang Yan's blue robe red in the blink of an eye.

Because the structure of the awl was so vicious, Jiang Yan's hand was even taken out for a certain distance. Fortunately, there was a barrier to block it, otherwise Jiang Yan would probably fall directly to the ground.

He was in so much pain that he almost shed tears, he forced back the tears swirling around the edge of his eyes, and used his spiritual power to stop the bleeding.

But the lineup was obviously unwilling to give him time to block the blood flowing out of the blood hole, so the spirit puppet stabbed again with the awl stained with his blood.

There was a muffled sound of "Pu Chi", the sound of a sharp weapon piercing through flesh and blood, Jiang Yan was in severe pain all over his body, and his right shoulder blade was involved in the injury, and any slight movement was to tear the wound that pierced through the bone apart.

He broke free from the restraint just now, and ran to the right to dodge before the awl, but the puppet's movements were too fast, and Jiang Yan's dodging could only move his heart away from the bull's-eye of his stab.

Fortunately, the god-expelling awl can only be effective when it pierces the heart, otherwise he should be drawn out of the human soul or something.

Right here, he was once pierced in the chest by the head of the Jiang family with the same god-expelling awl, and his soul was lost.

That was the start of pretty much everything he went through.

The spirit puppet failed to pull out the god-dispelling awl this time, the piercing was too deep, and Jiang Yan's ribs got stuck in the patterned groove on the awl.

But at the beginning, he still wanted to pull out like last time, but just a little bit of strength, Jiang Yan was in pain, hissing and gasping urgently, and a little crying could be heard faintly.

It hurts so much, it hurts like he wants to pull out his ribs alive. Jiang Yan's spiritual energy in his body is as thin as smoke. Just now, he burst out suddenly in order to break free from the restraint. Now his meridians can only maintain the most basic flow of spiritual energy. It was enough to stop the bleeding.

Isn't it just to let his blood out? Why do you have to use the god-expelling awl?Is his soul that useful?Why is he so miserable?

Jiang Yan couldn't hold back his emotions, and shed two tears.

The grass is so embarrassing, crying in front of the villain!

He cursed at himself bitterly, looked down at most of the god-expelling awl that had submerged into his body, and now the thing was blocking his wound, so the blood loss was barely passable, if it was violent, the blood would splatter three feet.

The hand holding the god-expelling awl was suddenly sent away, and Jiang Yan looked up at He Xingzhang in surprise, only to see a trace of panic appearing on Ling Puppet's face.

"What, Venerable Master Qingyun's charm is so great, even the dead will be called back to their souls by you." The person in the darkness suppressed his anger and taunted. As soon as the words fell into the river banquet, the spirit puppet's hand was stretched out again. , should have been ordered to withdraw the god-expelling cone.

But this time his actions seemed extremely stagnant, Jiang Yan saw that hand stretched out in mid-air for a long time, but it didn't even touch the barrier.

"Let me tell you, it seems that your cultivation level is just that, and you can't even control a spirit puppet." Jiang Yan gritted his teeth for a while, and took the initiative to provoke the formation builder who was hiding and did not dare to come out.

"What did you say?!"

The other party's reaction came quickly and fiercely, and Jiang Yan was overjoyed. He glanced at the hand that was still some distance away from the barrier again, and bluntly annoyed the other party for the second time:

"Oh, actually, I also want to say that the notoriety of the blood bell array in other places and the shrine in your hands don't seem to be one-tenth of the danger I experienced back then."

Although this was a mocking speech aimed at arousing the intense emotions of those who set up the formation, it was also a fact.

As early as the last time when he fell into these two stacking formations, he felt that the situation was a little different from what he expected, not to mention inviting the shrine, which probably only Du Mingque himself could display its true power. Lingzhen also felt the same way. Although the illusion was done quite exquisitely, the only attack method turned out to be that kind of walking corpse without any consciousness.

What's more, it may be because the focus of the operation is on the inviting shrine. The whole function of the blood bell formation is to confuse what the monks in the formation see in front of them and create illusions. The fusion with the inviting shrine is also very abrupt and unnatural.

His words just happened to hit someone's sore foot, and the sound of breathing in the dark suddenly increased, and after a few hard breaths, he sneered and said:

"That's true. After all, I'm not Du Mingque. Naturally, I still need to practice a few more times to be able to operate these two formations proficiently."

Jiang Yan wanted to speak again, but from the corner of his eye he saw that the puppet's fingers had passed through the barrier, and he hurriedly said, "Do you know Immortal Yanjiang?"

"Of course I know, and I also know that he is inside your body!"

Before the sentence was finished, the puppet's hand suddenly reached into the barrier, and it was about to grasp the god-expelling cone. Jiang Yan shrank back anxiously, ignoring being squeezed by this move and dripping out. A large bloody wound, cried:

"No! He's not in me now!"

"Really, if Immortal Yanjiang still resides in my body, how could I be trapped by such an enchantment, and now my body only has the imprint of his divine power left behind!"

The puppet's hand really stopped.

Before Jiang Yan let go of his hanging heart, the spirit puppet held the god-expelling awl.

"I know, what I want is Jiang Yan's soul."

This sentence was blatantly malicious, but Jiang Yan couldn't finish listening, because the pain that pierced his brain like bone-shattering strangled his rational operation, and the blood spilled on the ground made a slight patter, and he fell backwards Leaning on the barrier, watching the blurred spirit puppet shake the god-expelling awl dripping with hot blood, re-locking his heart.

The life of the grass mud horse will be tied up, and his soul will be smoked. He really doesn't do anything with people.

There was a bloody smell in his mouth, which was a sign that he was trying to separate his soul from the body as He Xingzhang said and involved old injuries. Why were injuries all over his body, and he was so embarrassed that he would not survive three chapters the hapless ghost.

His vision became so blurred that he couldn't even see the human form of the puppet.

Damn it, He Xingzhang, I'm going to die so that I don't even have a soul left.

He closed his eyes, thinking a little sadly that He Xingzhang would never find him after he died.

However, a sound of wind passed by, and Jiang Yan felt the barrier behind him suddenly shatter, and his unsupported body fell backwards, being caught by a steaming embrace.

He opened his tear-filled eyes and saw those amber eyes that were so beautiful that he would never forget them until he died.

"My God, am I dreaming?"

Jiang Yan raised the good hand with all his strength, and touched the corner of He Xingzhang's eyes. The blood from his mouth was still oozing out, soaking the black silk cloth on He Xingzhang's chest.

His hand was grabbed by He Xingzhang and stuck to his cheek still covered with blood scabs, "Of course not, I'm sorry, I'm late."

A steady stream of spiritual power was sent into Jiang Yan's body, which to a large extent saved Jiang Yan's life from stepping half a foot into the gate of hell. He Xingzhang did not go to help the battle situation on the side. To a certain extent, he voluntarily assists the brothers and the others.

There is no need for him there, the person in his arms is.

He carefully hugged the person in his arms, and the spiritual power in his palm was sent to Jiang Yan's body without any money. Jiang Yan, who had not completely passed out, also tried his best to heal his body, at least the few big holes in his body were closed now The bleeding was stopped, and the restless soul was calmed down.

He tugged He Xingzhang's sleeve, and got a bloody kiss on his forehead as he wished.

"It's okay, I will never let you go again, never."

"Then you fucking best do what you say..." Jiang Yan touched He Xingzhang's chest very slowly, and was given a Qiankun bag halfway.

He smiled, reached into the Qiankun bag and took out a porcelain bottle, beckoning He Xingzhang to feed him a few.

Fortunately, he has been letting He Xingzhang carry the flesh and bone pill that can cure such a big hole in the body. This time the injury did not hurt the soul, and he can still go to work immediately.

Holding the porcelain bottle, he poured a few pills into He Xingzhang's hands, opened his mouth to take the bitter pills, frowned and slowly sat up in He Xingzhang's arms, raised his eyebrows and smiled at He Xingzhang's inquiring eyes, leaned over to kiss with some difficulty He touched the corner of He Xingzhang's mouth.

"I'm fine, you go and help them kill the culprit."

He Xingzhang also smiled, hugged him to one side, bowed his head and kissed his forehead to put a defensive barrier, and went to beat someone according to his master's words.

After a lot of tossing, no matter how hard Jiang Yan could heal himself, he would still feel weak and weak, and he couldn't help the group of violent sword cultivators and rune cultivators, so he might as well calm down and observe the battle situation.

But what surprised him was that the person who set up the formation actually looked very young. A monk with a high cultivation base could tell the vague age of a person with a lower cultivation base than himself. Jiang Yan, as a medical practitioner, can also be regarded as a cultivation In his opinion, the person who set up the formation was probably in his early twenties, which was too young for a monk.

To be able to drive Du Mingque's two killing formations at only 20 years old is really amazing talent.

Also absolutely can not stay more.

Yan Huajing and the others must have seen this too. Their moves are all aimed at killing them with one blow. It's a pity that although this young man's cultivation base is not high, he is very good at defending, and he can avoid the striker every time. Blade, together with the spirit puppet helper made by He Xingzhang's previous life, suddenly fought on par with Yan Huajing and the four of them.

Jiang Yan caught a glimpse of the God's Shrine array he was in just now, and found that the array had remained intact under all kinds of natal powers, which was really bizarre.

If the eyes of the formation can be damaged, the formation setters will definitely suffer serious backlash.

Jiang Yan thought about it for a moment, then narrowed his eyes to check the specific content of the array.

It's a pity that he doesn't have the memory of Linjiang Ye's incident at all. If Immortal Yanjiang can leave him a memory compression package for a while, the problem will probably be solved...

As he thought this way, the big puddle of blood that he just shed in the center of the formation suddenly shone with fleeting light.

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At once!It's about to end!

If there are some plots that have not been answered by the end of this article, then it is the content of other stories in this world line. I have checked it a little recently. Except for the plot of Jiang Yan encountering Buddha Xiu, I haven’t figured out how to make it happen. It can be explained in the complete world line. Of course, this is actually the consequence of my serious eating of books in the middle stage... I am very sorry for this...