Reborn in the Hehuan Sect, my master was transformed into a slave by me

Chang Qing twisted his stiff neck and continued to move forward slowly, dragging the heavy anklet.

He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. If it weren't for his gloomy face and lifeless expression, he would be an extremely handsome boy.

At this time, he was in a dark cave. The cave was cold and damp. The deeper he went, the more bones, solidified flesh, insect-like limbs, mucus, and translucent shell wings could be seen everywhere.

Even so, a strange fragrance emanated from the depths of the cave.

Gradually, a few oil lamps appeared on the walls of the places he passed by, and some women could be vaguely seen along the way.

These women were all pretty and charming. They were in groups of three or five. Some had blurred eyes, and some covered their faces and laughed.

The only thing in common was that the look they gave Chang Qing was full of boundless desire and obsession.

It seemed that in this cave, except for Chang Qing, there were only women.

Looking at these red-faced skeletons in front of him, Chang Qing sighed softly.

"I have been displaced all the way, and I have made several plans, but I didn't expect that I would fail in the end."

He was originally an ordinary student on Earth, and he came to this world by accident.

This cave is surrounded by demons, and all these demons are cannibalistic and demons are dancing wildly.

In this cave with only demons, they call themselves the Hehuan Sect. Any male who strays into it can only be raised by them like livestock, and become a good product for them to cultivate and cultivate, called "human race".

Chang Qing wanted to escape from here, but after several twists and turns, he was finally caught because his plan was exposed and was prepared to be taken to trial.

"Hurry up, if you delay the time, the master will not forgive you!"

The female disciple walking in front pulled the chain tied to Chang Qing's neck, causing him to stagger.

Chang Qing raised his head and looked at her with a hint of meaning.

"Heh, human, I hope you can be so strong-willed when Master refines you into Pure Yang Pill."

Seeing Chang Qing's eyes, the female disciple sneered, swung the iron chain in her hand, and hit him on the face accurately, and blood immediately flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He spat on the ground, spitting out a pool of dirty blood, sneering in his heart.

Feng Ling had suffered a lot because of him before, and now that he fell into her hands, she finally succeeded and did not hide her hatred for him.

As soon as the pool of dirty blood he spit out fell to the ground, the women on both sides of the road began to get restless. When Feng Ling and Chang Qing just walked a little further away, they immediately rushed up and threw themselves on the ground full of bones, mud, and rotten smell, vying for the pool of dirty blood that Chang Qing spit out, as if it was some kind of peerless delicacy.

Not long after, a woman held the pool of dirty blood in her mouth, her eyes rolled back, she laughed crazily, and was like a fairy.

"They are just some evil spirits. In such a place, nothing is strange. Anyway, it will end soon. There is nothing to be afraid of..." Chang Qing looked at the strange scene with an indifferent expression and thought to himself.

As he went deeper, several different forks began to appear in the cave. At the deepest point, a large cave appeared, like a huge square. In the center of the cave, there was an antique palace of considerable size.

As Chang Qing walked up the steps step by step, the plaque of the palace came into view. There were a few words written crookedly. Although Chang Qing did not recognize the characters in this world, he knew that this hall was called "Caiyunjian" and it was where the leader of the Hehuan Sect was located.

Chang Qing was led into the hall by Feng Ling. The whole hall was filled with smoke, and there were three women standing on the left and right.

At first glance, these three women looked like fairies in the sky in this palace. Whether in appearance or temperament, they were far superior to other women in the cave.

In the center of the hall, there is a glazed pool, shining brightly and surrounded by clouds and mist. In the haze, a graceful figure can be seen emerging in it. Countless long ribbons linger around her, like the shawls of fairies, fluttering lazily.

In front of the glazed pool, there stands a huge alchemy furnace, under which a green flame burns.

"Master, the human race has been brought here."

Feng Ling brought Chang Qing to the front of the hall, and he himself stepped aside respectfully.

"Master, kill them. It was him and that bitch Rose who colluded with each other and killed the three human races in my cave."

A beautiful woman in a white-haired snow robe stood up and pointed at Chang Qing and shouted angrily.

"Master, this human race is a disaster and cannot be kept."

Another black-robed woman stood up and said.

The so-called master behind the mist spoke slowly.

"Rose, don't say that I have wronged you. I brought this race of people here to confront you. If you have anything to say, just say it quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless."

A red-haired beauty stood out from the four women on the left and right of the hall, ""Plop" she fell to her knees.

Her originally bright and beautiful face was now covered with snot and tears, looking particularly ugly.

"Master! Rose was wrong! It's all him! It's all this race!"

"He bewitched me, he said he would help me inherit the throne, let me help him escape from here, tricked me into poisoning other races for him, and tricked me into stealing your treasure! It's all him!"

Her words made Chang Qing sneer in his heart, but he was too lazy to argue.

Winners take their place, no need to say more, if it was Rose who implicated me, I would definitely not hesitate to distance myself from her.

It's a pity that my careful planning ended up in vain.

Rose fell to her knees, her body trembling uncontrollably, as if the master behind the clouds was some extremely terrifying existence, who could kill her at any time.

"Good disciple, get up, I know you must have been fooled by this race. "

The master's voice softened a little, and came slowly.

"Thank you, master, thank you, master."

Rose kowtowed like crazy, and climbed up with a sense of relief.

The next moment, the master's voice suddenly turned cold.

"But my disciple, you should never, ever, ever, ever think of helping the human race escape..."

Rose suddenly reached out to grab her cheek in disbelief, and a stream of dark pus gushed out of her seven orifices, accompanied by a thick black gas.

"Master... please... please... don't..." Her voice became blurred and filled with despair.

With a "bang", her chest suddenly exploded, and Rose's voice turned into a piercing scream, and it became quiet again after a few breaths.

The cherry mouth that originally belonged to the beauty split into a strange angle, and the two huge red fangs in the mouth were like the protruding mouthparts of insects.

Eight arms appeared from nowhere on the torso, maintaining a twisted and struggling posture in the air, twisting like a twist.

She was a beautiful woman just now, but now she has turned into a black charred corpse.

"Race, is what Rose said true? "

The master's cold voice was sometimes hoarse and sometimes sharp, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

She waved her hand, the clouds and mist dissipated, and all the fairies lowered their heads consciously.

In the colorful glass pool, there were densely packed poisonous snakes crawling around the woman.

Her face was charming and beautiful, but her body was like an old woman in her twilight years. The seemingly graceful figure in the clouds was just a posture simulated by the group of snakes tightly wrapped around her.

And the so-called dancing "ribbons" around her were just snake tails.

Looking at this posture, there is no hope of escaping from here now, so Chang Qing simply laughed wantonly.

"Hahaha, that's why, no wonder these female demons are all dressed revealingly, but you are wrapped tightly, it turns out to be to cover up your ugly appearance, and you are still a fairy? You old snake! "

His expression froze, and he looked at the master in front of him viciously.

"Old monster, I will make you pay for all the sufferings I have suffered. Don't worry, I have plenty of time to play with you slowly. Even your Hehuan Sect will be destroyed!"

"Really? I will refine you into a pure Yang pill right now! Let's see how you can still be stubborn! "

The master said, and with a wave of his withered hand, countless poisonous snakes wrapped around Chang Qing's body, dragging him into the alchemy furnace. The huge high temperature instantly made him lose consciousness.

As if his soul had left his body, he saw a strange clock in his mind, slowly reversing.

The clock was wrapped by thin tentacles and twisted wantonly. The dial collapsed, squirmed, and flowed like a nightmare. Twelve eyeballs representing time were constantly forming and decomposing on its surface like pus, and the mirror on the dial flashed with an evil light.

Then, darkness engulfed everything.

When he opened his eyes again, what came into view was the old and dim energy-saving light bulb on the ceiling. The familiar bedding on the bed was kicked around by him and wrapped around him.

"I'm back again."