Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

Corpse puppets come from corpses being planted with puppet hearts, how do living people transform?Moreover, puppetry is unique to the magic cultivator. The two tests of the entry trial can detect the magic energy. How can it be mixed with the magic cultivator?

Disciple Yupai is still asking for help repeatedly.

The people in the Wanli Glacier had no time to think about the many doubts. The crisis in front of them was obviously much more urgent.

The billowing lava was as tall as a person, pressing towards the middle like two crimson walls.

"Taking one away is one!" Fang Xiaolan took the lead in mentioning the two of them, and flew into the air, followed by Song Xiuyu.

Xing Luo also mentioned two people, pointed to a small man who was still conscious with his chin, and said to Murong Haotian: "Help me over here and put it on my back."

"Master, I won't die here..." Murong Haotian asked, while doing things swiftly, regretting that he didn't study hard to learn how to control the sword. Judging from the current trend, everyone chooses to save the outsiders first. It's definitely not his turn.

"What nonsense. Ah Luo, you go up first, and I'll figure out a way." Han Qingyun strengthened the spell, resisting the lava that was already beside him.

Xing Luo froze and refused to leave, Han Qingyun simply pushed a ray of spiritual power on his saber, forcing him to go up.

The height of the magma is gradually rising, and it is about to submerge the top of the amulet.

"No one will die here!" Han Qingyun's head was spinning rapidly, looking for a way out of the predicament, and the scalding heat was pressing on the talisman, baking this small enchantment like a furnace.

"Father, I'm almost ripe..." Murong Haotian accumulated water-attribute spiritual power with his fingers, and tapped each person's forehead in turn to relieve their temperature.

Lava is of the fire attribute, and Han Qingyun is the ultimate water spirit root, the two phases are mutually restraining, how could he not be able to solve it.

Han Qingyun finally thought of a way, gearing up his fists and said: "Good son, smart! Watch it, your father is going to make a big move!"

He put the two Huaibing swords together, held the hilt with both hands, and stabbed towards the ice under his feet with all his strength: "Wanli Bingfeng!"

Murong Haotian: "Father, why did you shout out?"

Nonsense, can it be called a big move if you don't shout it out?

Han Qingyun poured a lot of spiritual energy into Huaibing, and had no time to answer.

Frost, like a flood of snow, condensed from the edge of the sword, covering the ice with a thick layer, then broke through the spell, resisted the lava, rose from the joint, formed an ice wall, and broke through the magma at the top.

The sky was shining again, and two high walls, one red and one white, confronted each other outside the spell, evenly matched.

Han Qingyun freed one hand, pressed heavily on the hilt of the sword, and pushed in the spiritual power again.

The white high wall began to advance in all directions, climbing to the top of the lava, as if pulling down the curtain, freezing the lava inch by inch.

Han Qingyun curled his lips proudly.Sure enough, it is spiritual practice No.1, with extraordinary power.

"Master, be careful!"

Just as the chuckle was on his face, when Murong Haotian yelled, Han Qingyun felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder, and when he looked sideways, it was an examinee who opened his mouth and bit him.

The lava was so powerful that Han Qingyun didn't dare to neglect for a moment, he couldn't move his hands, let alone dissipate his spiritual power, so he could only shrug his shoulders, trying to push the man down.

Unexpectedly, the man tried even harder, and raised his unfocused eyes to look at Han Qingyun.

"Hiss..." It hurts too much... Han Qingyun cried out in pain, and from the man's eyes, he could only read one answer - he had become a corpse puppet.

Murong Haotian picked up an ice blade, and was about to rush forward to stab someone.

"and many more!"

Han Qingyun stopped him suddenly, Murong Haotian slammed on the brakes and fell to the ground with a slap, Han Qingyun said: "He's not dead yet, he's still breathing." There was a snort on the wound.

"Then what should we do, wait until he bites you to death?" Murong Haotian grabbed the puppet's shoulders, trying to drag him away.

"It hurts, it hurts!" Han Qingyun's hands trembled in pain, his spiritual power almost collapsed, "You knocked him out!"

"Okay!" Murong Haotian raised his knife and dropped the pendant neatly, smashing it down.

The lava field beside the Wanli Glacier completely erupted, and there was no place to stay within a few miles. Fang Xiaolan had to expend a lot of spiritual power to build a floating platform in midair.

Xing Luo threw the man on the head, and was about to turn back, one of them suddenly grabbed his sleeve, Xing Luo looked back, and saw that the man's eyes were empty and his mouth was wide open, ready to bite it off.

"Master, they've all turned into corpse puppets." Song Xiuyu lost his natal magic weapon, held an ordinary flying sword, and was about to slash with it.

"Wait." Although Fang Xiaolan said she was annoying, as a disciple of Tianwen Sect, she still had a bottom line. At this moment when life was at stake, she did not play a monster on Han Qingyun's master and apprentice, "These people are still alive. Xing Luo , you go down one more time, this deity is here..."

Before he finished speaking, the people behind him had long since disappeared.

Like a flash of lightning, Xing Luo flew into the Wanli Glacier at a high speed. After seeing the scene of white frost covering the crimson lava below, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

When he participated in the entry trial, he was trapped in the land of the glacier and encountered such visions.At that time, he was seriously injured, and he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger. He thought he was going to die, but at the moment when the lava wall was about to submerge him, white frost suddenly spread on the ground, freezing the lava firmly.

He fainted, only saw the hem of the disciple's uniform with a moon-white smear, when he woke up again, he was already lying in Ming Zhaofeng's own room, alone.

At that time, Xing Luo thought that Han Qingyun was the one who saved him, but Han Qingyun's behavior in the next few decades turned his belief into ridiculous self-righteousness.When Qi Xia said that Han Qingyun had brought a seriously injured disciple to treat him, he was aroused to look forward to it again, but Han Qingyun still denied it.

However, the scene in front of him at this moment is the same as back then, and Xing Luo is convinced that the one who saved him was Han Qingyun.

He speeded up, patrolled the crack opened by the ice wall, and fell to the bottom of the valley. When he saw Han Qingyun dripping blood on his shoulder, he felt a pain in his heart: "Master!"

"Hurry up... bring someone up, I can't hold on for long." Han Qingyun's shoulders were completely numb, and he didn't know if the living puppet was poisonous.

Xing Lao's breathing is getting faster, at this moment, he just wants to take Han Qingyun away from this extremely dangerous place, and heal his wound properly.He suppressed the urge to disobey Master's teachings, and just like before, he threw one person on his back, and then picked up two people: "Master, you take Junior Brother, let's go!"

"Okay..." Han Qingyun's vision was a little blurred, he put away Huaibing, quickly sacrificed the flying sword, hugged Murong Haotian and retreated.

When the two left the Wanli Glacier, the lava lost its frost and flooded again, turning the glacier into a sea of ​​magma.

"Father, don't shake it." Murong Haotian felt that the hand holding him was a little loose, so he quickly grabbed Han Qingyun's neck.

Han Qingjun was not used to Yujian at all, and now his shoulders are hurting and his head is dizzy, and because of too much spiritual power consumption, his body is as weak as being hollowed out, and he has tried his best to hold on without falling.

He flew too slowly, before long, Xing Luo in front disappeared.

"Is it safe down there?" Han Qingyun didn't dare to lower his head, for fear of falling down if he saw it.

"The bottom is full of magma, we'll be familiar if we go down!" Murong Haotian said urgently, seeing something wrong, he quickly pressed his disciple's jade card, "Eldest brother, master is dying, hurry up..."

The same voice sounded not far away, and Xing Luo had turned back, and quickly reached Han Qingyun's side with his sword, wrapped his arms around his waist, and hugged him in front of him.Murong Haotian's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, he wrapped his hands around Xing Luo's neck, turned around, and let him carry him on his back.

"Eldest brother, Master seems to have fainted." Murong Haotian looked at Han Qingyun's wound, "There's a lot of blood..."

Xing Luo didn't say a word, Murong Haotian wanted to say something, seeing his frighteningly dark side face, he could only keep silent.

Xing Luo led the two of them directly out of the gate of the secret realm, and wanted to send Han Qingyun to Qi Xia.

The problem of the corpse puppet here has been temporarily resolved, Fang Xiaolan and Song Xiuyu were waiting for Xing Luo, when they saw him come out, they immediately turned their swords towards each other again.

Fang Xiaolan yelled angrily: "Boldly Xing Lao, don't hesitate to go to Tianwen Hall to plead guilty!"

The entry trial was forced to end, Xiao Yunshui was instructing his disciples to enter the secret realm for final investigation, when he saw Xing Luo leading someone out, he rushed over immediately.

Xing Luo didn't know what he was guilty of, but now that Han Qingyun was injured, he didn't want to waste any time conflicting with them.

"I'll go right away. Second Junior Brother," Xing Luo reluctantly handed Han Qingyun to Xiao Yunshui, "Hurry up and take Master to treat him."

When Han Qingyun woke up, she found that she was lying on a familiar bed with a small brazier on the side crackling.

Behind the partition fan, a figure was sitting on a twig, fanning a small stove with a fan, apparently decocting medicine.

Han Qingyun propped himself up, his whole body was sore and weak, and his left shoulder was in excruciating pain. He didn't know how many medicines had been applied on it, and it was heavy.

"Aro." He called out.

The figure walked into the screen, but it was Xiao Yunshui: "Master, you are awake. Uncle Qi said that you have lost too much spiritual power and were bitten by a living puppet. You need to rest for a few days..."

"Where's Ah Luo?" Han Qingyun wasn't dissatisfied with Xiao Yunshui, but it was strange that Xing Luo wasn't there when he was hurt like this.

"Most of the turmoil this time happened near the Wanli Glacier, and there was another lava movement." Xiao Yunshui thought about it before saying, "Peak Master Fang suspects that this matter may have something to do with senior brother."

He said it implicitly, but Han Qingyun knew very well in his heart that Fang Xiaolan must have bitten him to death, saying that Xing Luo was the culprit of all this, and took him to Tianwen Hall to interrogate him.

Xing Lao is good at everything, but he doesn't like to argue at critical moments. If a person is taken away, he will definitely suffer a big loss.

Han Qingyun collapsed immediately, put on his robe and was about to go out.

"Master." Xiao Yunshui chased him out and sacrificed his flying sword, "I'll take you there."

Han Qingjun knew his body, if Yujian was at this moment, he might have fallen before flying a few miles, so he simply landed on Xiao Yunshui's sword.

The wind swept past his ears, and Han Qingyun knew at this moment that Yujian was so uncomfortable when he was flying fast. He thought that when Xing Lao was carrying him, in addition to his hand, he also cast a spell of Yufeng for him.

Xiao Yunshui was used to controlling the sword by himself, so he noticed that the master's hair was blown to pieces by the wind, and put on a protective spell for him: "Master, don't worry. The elder brother was taken away for only half an hour, and the questioning of the crime should not have started yet. .”

Xiao Yunshui is too considerate, Han Qingyun suspects that he may see the relationship between himself and Xing Luo that surpasses the master-student relationship, but right now, he doesn't have the heart to think about it, and concentrates on thinking about how to keep it safe for a while. Xing Luo.

In the Tianwen Hall, the peak masters from all peaks gathered together. In the center of the hall was a large iron cage with a width of about ten feet. There were a dozen live puppets locked in it, and they were sticking their hands out of the railing with their teeth and claws open.

Xing Luo was held up by Song Xiuyu and a direct disciple of Xi Hefeng, kneeling in front of the cage.

"Tell me! Are you colluding with the Devil's Cult to deliberately create chaos during the entrance trial!" Fang Xiaolan asked.

Xing Luo raised his head, but looked at Qi Xia: "Uncle Qi, my master, how is his injury?"

Before Qi Xia opened her mouth, she heard the heavy door of Tianwen Hall slowly being pushed open. Everyone looked back and saw Han Qingyun's face was pale, but her footsteps were extremely firm as she walked in.

"Get up." Han Qingyun walked around the iron cage and waved away Song Xiuyu and another disciple.

The direct disciple was afraid of Han Qingyun, so he immediately let go, and Song Xiuyu had no choice but to let go after being glared at by Han Qingyun again.

"A Luo, get up." Han Qingyun pulled Xing Luo up and looked around at the peak masters in the hall, "My disciple was in a disaster and saved many candidates at his own risk. You didn't praise him, but let him kneel here. That's a shame. What's the point?"

"To save a few people, I just want to get rid of the sin of causing chaos in the trial, and I want to be rewarded." Fang Xiaolan said, "Junior Brother Han, your master, is this how you teach your disciples on weekdays?"

Han Qingyun: "Where did the disaster come from? Brother Fang has already investigated it clearly? Then show the evidence."

Fang Xiaolan sneered: "Junior Brother Han, I originally thought that, as the peak master of my Tianwen Sect, you would set an example and distinguish right from wrong. I didn't understand before why you shielded Xing Luo everywhere until today..."

Fang Xiaolan waved her wide sleeves, sent a camera bead into the air, and projected an image: "I just confirmed that you are obviously in the same boat as him."

In the picture, Han Qingyun took out the jade biscuit from the two beasts from the gap in the Wanli Glacier.

Fang Xiaolan zoomed in on the screen, and the strangely shaped piece of jade was clearly displayed in front of everyone.

"What is this?"

"Isn't the engraving on this jade biscuit..." The fierce beast is Qiongqi!

The peak masters whispered to each other and had a conclusion in their hearts, but they dared not blurt out those two words in front of Qiongqi's descendants, for fear of triggering Xing Lao's sealed memory.

"This thing is so weird, it is definitely an evil thing! Do you dare to hand it over for us to examine?"

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Han Qingyun: Hey, someone wants to steal my golden finger...

Murong Haotian: Daddy, you were the one who robbed me!