When the Sand Sculptures penetrated the crematorium literature [Quick Transmigration]

Although the doubts belonged to doubts, He Heng sent his men to evacuate all the tourists in the underground cave as soon as he noticed something strange, and ordered them to take down the videos that had been spread on the Internet.

After doing all this, he put away his spiritual mirror, turned to look at Yan Qing'an and said:

"Sorry, Master, I might have to go look under the underground cave, there seems to be something wrong there."

Hearing this, Yan Qing'an was taken aback for a moment, then quickly added, "Then I'll go with you."

There is also this obvious worry in the eyes.

"it is good."

Seeing the other party's obviously worried expression, He Heng nodded with a bit of a smile, and then led Yan Qing'an from the expressway to the entrance of the underground cave.

At the entrance of the dark cave, the little fox demon was already waiting there anxiously.

He Heng glanced hastily at the crowd who had just been dispersed to a safe place and was talking and laughing in the distance. Seeing that the situation looked normal, he turned his head to look at the little fox demon again.

"How is it? Have all the people inside been evacuated? Did you encounter any problems just now?"

"Well, they're all evacuated." The little fox demon nodded,

"There is no problem with the safety of personnel. It's just that when I was dispersing the tourists underground, I saw that thing in the video. At that time, I clearly felt a biting cold. I felt that it might not be an ordinary monster. Jiuyou Huangquan Something like this shouldn't suddenly appear"

"Could someone be doing something secretly?"

Hearing this, He Heng frowned slightly, he and Yan Qing'an quickly exchanged glances, and then said to the little fox demon:

"I see, I'll go down and take a look now."

After finishing speaking, he recited a bright dust formula, and a bright light suddenly flashed between his fingers.

Under the guidance of the bright light, He Heng and Yan Qing'an entered the underground cave

As soon as he entered the dark underground tunnel, an obvious chill came over his face.

Under the venue shrouded in yin, the trains on the tracks stopped halfway.

And He Heng noticed that many sets and props were destroyed by people,

at this time,

A strange red light suddenly flashed in the shadows in the corner, as if something was dormant in the darkness with scarlet eyes exposed, accompanied by that strange light, followed by a deafening roar Voice.

When it was too late, a huge monster with a terrifying face rushed towards the two of them.

The monster stretched two sharp horns. It looked like a lion, but its whole body was pitch black, and there were faint blue flames around it.

"Be careful."

The moment the monster rushed over, He Heng subconsciously stood in front of Yan Qing'an. Without hesitation, he picked up the sword formula and swung it at the monster.

"Ow—"

The moment it was hit by the sword energy, the monster let out a painful roar. Feeling the pain, it seemed to lose its mind, and ran rampantly in another direction.

When He Heng raised his sword and was about to chase after him, he was grabbed by his sleeve by the person behind him. He turned his head and saw Yan Qing'an asked nervously:

"Are you OK?"

He Heng shook his head, "It's fine."

At the moment when the monster attacked, he only felt a biting chill coming from his back, which even distracted him for a moment, as if he was suddenly in a different latitude at that moment .

But that strangeness only existed for a short moment just now, and after that feeling passed, there was nothing left.

Next second,

"Master, that thing is running in this direction," He Heng pointed to a dark path in front of him and said to Yan Qing'an:

"We have to catch up quickly, and we can't let it escape."

Yan Qing'an nodded, "Yes."

After finishing speaking, the two stepped on their long swords and chased after them together.

Although the monster was large in size, its four legs seemed to be equipped with motors, and it ran with extraordinary agility. Like a gust of wind, it circled the two of them in the underground maze.

Finally, after turning an unknown number of turns, the monster ran to a blind corner like throwing itself into a trap.

Seeing this, He Heng rushed forward first, and he swung several sword qi in a row to force the monster into a narrow corner at the end of the trail.

Seeing that the other party was about to have nowhere to escape, there was a loud "bang!" behind him.

Just at this time,

For some reason, a heavy gate fell, completely separating the two of them.

Yan Qing'an was blocked by the iron gate. He watched He Heng disappear into the darkness together with the monster but couldn't do anything, and suddenly became very anxious.

He kept banging on the door vigorously and calling the other party's name,

"He Heng! He Heng! Can you hear me? Are you inside?"

While shouting, Yan Qing'an used his internal strength to try to break through the iron gate, but the iron gate seemed to be locked in a special formation, no matter how hard he tried, it would not move at all.

He Heng, who was in the room, also realized that something was wrong after hearing the loud noise, but he quickly calmed down.

After hesitating for a moment, he pulled out the demon lock rope from his cuff, and subdued the monster as quickly as possible.

However, He Heng didn't notice that a red dot had already lit up in a dark corner at this time, and the images in the room were relayed to a person's spiritual mirror in real time.

On the other side, outside the underground cave,

Tian Shuyu looked at the picture in the spiritual mirror, with an expression on his face that a good show was about to start, he almost murmured:

"Then let's see what the out-of-control demon will do?"

After all, the link to the live broadcast was posted anonymously on the Jiuyouhuangquan forum.

His move immediately stirred up waves in the forum,

【what happened?Who uploaded a reblog with a black screen?where is this?It was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything clearly. 】

[Upstairs, that one doesn't seem to be a black screen. If you look carefully, there is a bright light. It seems that there are still people! 】

【look like that】

【I am not wrong, right?Is that Demon Lord? ! 】

While they were reviewing the comments, a tall man dressed in black suddenly appeared in the center of the screen in the video. For some reason, his expression looked a little melancholy.

The moment He Heng subdued the monster, looking at the other's ugly head, an uncontrollable anger suddenly arose in his heart, as if the blood flow all over his body began to speed up.

When he felt that he wanted to cut it into pieces with his knife, He Heng quickly pulled a piece of cloth to cover the monster's huge body.

Then he paced back and forth anxiously in the room, trying his luck to calm down the chaotic breath in his dantian, but all of this seemed to be of no avail.

The more He Heng wanted to calm down, the more restless he felt.

Could this be the feeling of the demon soul losing control?

At this moment, he only felt that everything in the world had lost its color, and the patterns on the ceiling that had been carefully crafted by someone were like a bunch of colorful ghostly symbols that were put together bluntly.

In the eyes of He Heng, those inconspicuous details are now infinitely magnified. Any out-of-bounds color or mistake in hooking lines has become a huge failure in his opinion.

What kind of aesthetics is this?

He Heng cursed in his heart, why did he stay in such an ugly place?

Thinking of this, he sat on the monster's body and stroked his hair a little irritably.

At the same time, He Heng felt a surge of heat gradually spread throughout his body, as if his blood was about to boil, and his whole body was inexplicably filled with a violent emotion.

why?

Why is everything so ugly in his eyes now?

Is there no beauty in this world?

And what he just did was sitting right in front of the camera.

Through the screen, everyone saw Mozun stretching out his hand to support his face, and through his fingers, he could vaguely see the slightly drooping long eyelashes and half-squinted eyes, which showed a little loneliness.

At this time, everyone who was watching the live broadcast of Lingjing was also a little stunned, and the comments were swiped again.

[What's the matter with the sudden and melancholy sight of the Demon Lord? 】

[Laughing, is there a statue there?How about a "melancholy brooder"? 】

[But don't tell me, he looks handsome this way. 】

[Damn it, is it so easy to slap your face so casually because you are good looking? 】

On the other hand, Tian Shouyu was not so leisurely and leisurely. He saw that He Hengjiu did not lose control as he expected, but turned the topic into a strange direction. Finally, Tian Shouyu couldn't bear it any longer. He hurried He dialed the number of his servant and urged:

"Hurry up and see what's going on? Didn't you say that you will lose control if you are affected by the devil's energy? What is He Heng doing?"

"Don't worry, I'll go right away." Xiao Daotong's vague voice came from the other end of the phone, and it sounded like the signal was not very good.

At this time, he was lurking in the underground cave and paying attention to the surrounding situation.

"I think the reason why He Heng didn't show a clear contrast is because there is no one around him now."

Xiao Daotong walked towards He Hengna and said:

"We might as well let him out. Once He Heng enters a crowded place, he will no longer be able to restrain the demon soul in his body, and it will definitely cause riots."

Hearing this, Tian Shuyu had no other choice but nodded, "Okay, then do as you say."

While speaking, Xiao Daotong tiptoed forward in the darkness for a while, and finally groped for the iron gate at the end of the corner.

The moment he opened the door, he felt a burst of cold air rushing towards his face, and his whole body was frightened and unable to move.

Before he even had time to turn his head to check the specific situation around him, he felt a whirling sense of weightlessness, as if he was flying out on a big pendulum in an amusement park.

Next second,

With a sound of "pa!", a flash of light and shadow flashed, and Xiao Daotong disappeared with a "swish".

The moment he saw the other party just now, He Heng was so ugly by his appearance that he couldn't help but punched him away.

However, the whole thing happened so fast that the other people basically didn't have time to see anything clearly, and the picture returned to normal again.

Seeing this, the comments on the forum quickly went up again,

[?What was that just now, a big white mouse?Why did it go by with a "whoosh"?I can't see anything. 】

[I didn't see it clearly, it seemed like a white thing "swished" past, maybe the screen was stuck? 】

this moment,

There is only one thought left in Tian Shuyu's mind, that is

Does this work?

While he was gnashing his teeth, he heard a cry from the darkness,

"He Heng?"

It was Yan Qing'an's voice.

Immediately, Tian Shouyu stared again with bated breath, fully waiting for the scene where He Heng lost control.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw Yan Qing'an wearing a white Taoist robe on the screen walking slowly towards the man covered in black air.

The moment he saw Yan Qing'an, He Heng felt as if a ray of light had entered his originally dark world.

Finally, let him see something that is not ugly!

Seeing the other party standing there stupidly and motionless, Yan Qing'an couldn't help worrying if something happened to He Heng just now. Thinking of this, he quickly walked over at a faster pace.

Unexpectedly, when he was about to walk in front of He Heng, Yan Qing'an was grabbed by the wrist by the other party and dragged forward.

"Master!"

He Heng was like a clingy and bad-tempered dog, the moment Yan Qing'an walked over, he wrapped his arms around Fang Fang's waist and held him in his arms.

Immediately, he lowered his head and buried his head into Yan Qing'an's neck, and rubbed against his neck, all the grievances that he had been so ugly before surged up,

Yan Qing'an saw that the black mist around him became heavier and heavier, and the mark on his forehead became deeper and deeper, so he probably guessed that the devilish energy on He Heng's body might be out of control.

Looking at the other party's aggrieved appearance, and thinking about the experience that He Heng was locked in this room without knowing what happened just now, Yan Qing'an felt as if someone had suddenly clenched his heart, "Bang ! Bang! Bang!" The dancers jumped violently.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, patted He Heng's back comfortingly, and coaxed softly: "What's wrong?"

"Uncomfortable~"

There was still some nasal sound in He Heng's words, he hugged the person in his arms even tighter, like the kind of dog hook that keeps its own territory and refuses to let go

The onlookers who witnessed the whole process were all shocked from ear to ear. The moment they reacted, the forum immediately exploded.

【grass!Was Mozun just acting like a baby? 】

[Grass, am I not mistaken?Is Mozun hugging his master?right?Are they hugging each other?Am I dreaming?Come on someone and shake me up! 】

【My God, it turns out】

[They look so good together, I feel like I've got a million points, is it my illusion? 】

[Upstairs, you are not alone, the master and apprentice have a good year. 】

[So He Heng left Huayang Sword Sect because the sect does not allow master-disciple romance, so he traveled thousands of miles for love? 】

[Laughing, the upstairs sounds really reasonable.Could it be that Headmaster Nie of the Huayang Sword Sect beat the mandarin ducks with a stick? 】

[It's over, I've already imagined a complete bloody drama where the vicious head teacher breaks up the fateful mandarin ducks, what should I do? 】

In the palace on the top of Huayang Mountain,

Looking at the beeping spirit mirror in his hand and the messages popping up from it, Nie Zong was so angry that his lungs would explode.

All the above,

"I didn't expect Headmaster Nie to beat mandarin ducks with a club",

"At the beginning, the head teacher thought he was a down-and-out poor boy. A month later, he came back domineeringly with hundreds of millions of assets." The strange title waiting for the attention of bloggers is full of the taste of ancient goofy novels.

After scrolling through the comments, Nie Zong almost crushed the screen in his hand.

He Heng, this little bastard!

Not only did he spoil several altars of immortal fine wine that he had treasured, but he also abducted his young and beautiful little nephew, and in the end, he was given the reputation of "vicious head teacher".

I can't live without it!

Thinking of this, Nie Zong threw the mirror in his hand aside with a "bang", got up angrily, and walked out the door.

Xiao Daotong at the side said in shock: "Master, what are you going to do?"

The corner of Nie Zong's mouth twitched, showing the expression that a "vicious head teacher" should have,

"Go and beat the mandarin ducks."

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