Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

The dead gray sky is almost pressed to the ground, the desert is boundless, and the earth seems to have been scorched, with no grass growing, and wisps of black hostility emerge.

Han Qingyun looked around, but didn't see the second person, not even any living things.

The hostility is like countless poisonous vines, obliterating all traces of life.

"A Luo?" Han Qingyun called out, but no one responded, and the silence between heaven and earth was as dead.

He looked at Yujian and looked around, but the sea of ​​​​qi was empty, without a trace of spiritual power.

In the end what happened?Why did Xing Luo's dissipated hostility suddenly come back?Where is Xing Luo at the moment?Where is this place?

Han Qingyun was full of doubts, but had no clue.

He calmed down, thought carefully, and remembered the concentric lock last night.

Closing his eyes to perceive, Han Qingyun finally found where Xing Luo was, and his weak reaction showed that he was far away.

How far away?Han Qingyun immediately took a step towards Xing Lao's location.

There is no sun, moon and stars in this side of the world, and there is no day or night. Han Qingyun walked forward with his head covered, completely unaware of how long he had walked, until his mouth was dry and his legs were completely numb, he finally saw the building at the end of his vision.

That was the main hall of the Devil's Cult, standing alone in the middle of the desert, and the hostility lingering around it intertwined into a web, opening and closing at a frequency like a heartbeat.

Han Qingyun dragged his feet and staggered into the net of hostility, only to see a four or five-year-old child outside the palace gate, holding a small wooden knife, chopping straw piles.

The child's sword-like eyebrows hadn't grown yet, they were less sharp and more immature, and the dark pupils were full of tenacity, staring at the "enemy" in front of him.

With a loud shout, he rushed to the straw pile, swung his knife vigorously, and the straw pile finally collapsed.He laughed, and was about to run into the hall when he turned around and saw a stranger, and immediately pointed the knife at Han Qingyun: "Who are you? Why are you in my demon sect?"

Han Qingyun recognized the child as Xing Luo at a glance, and immediately knew where he was.

After Xing Luo survived the thunder disaster, Han Qingyun completely forgot to pay attention to his cultivation. With Xing Luo's aptitude and nearly a hundred years of depression, his cultivation will skyrocket and he will reach the perfection of Nascent Soul Realm, and it won't take long. .

There is no need to go through the thunder catastrophe to ascend to the Nascent Soul state, but the catastrophe is more dangerous than the thunder catastrophe. Countless cultivators perish here, because what they are facing is even more difficult to defeat - the inner demon.

Han Qingyun was convinced that he must have been dragged into the heart demon tribulation by Xing Luo.

"A Luo." Han Qingyun said softly, "I'm here to accompany you."

"Accompany me?" Xiao Xinglao put down the wooden knife, "Why do you want to accompany me?"

Han Qingyun squatted down, looked at him at the same level, and touched Xiao Xingluo's head: "Because I like Ah Luo, I come to accompany you."

Xiao Xinglao laughed happily, took Han Qingyun's hand, and shook it lightly: "Then you will stay with me all the time."

This catastrophe doesn't look dangerous. Except for the hostility around him, Han Qingyun can't find any place where the demons might hide. Could it be that finding the demons among the countless hostility is more difficult than going to heaven.

Han Qingyun looked at the hall that had not yet stepped in: "Is there anyone in the hall?"

"Lao'er." A woman with an elegant face walked out of the hall, saw Han Qingyun, and said in a daze, "You are..."

"Mother, he is my friend, he said he would always be with me." Xiao Xingluo turned to Han Qingyun, "By the way, what's your name?"

Han Qingyun: "My name is Han Qingyun."

"Master Han, Luo'er and I are going to leave the Devil's Cult, so I'm afraid we won't be able to entertain you." Xing Luo's mother saluted lightly, without the slightest airs of a devil queen.

"Are you going to find a way to relieve the hostility?" Han Qingyun immediately guessed that Xing Luo's inner demon must have been born from the tragedy of his parents, and the departure of him and his mother from the Demon Cult was the starting point of the tragedy.

He looked around, but found nothing sharp, so he bit his wrist hard, held Xiao Xingluo's hand, and let his blood drip on his palm: "My blood can purify hostility, madam is not as good as it." Give it a try."

Xiao Xingluo stared at the blood in the palm of his hand, and his eyebrows frowned deeply.

Mother Xing saluted gratefully, took Xiao Xingbao into the hall, came out shortly after, and shook her head at Han Qingyun.

Without waiting for Han Qingyun to persuade him again, the net of hostility suddenly disintegrated into black sand, and suddenly shrank towards the main hall.

Han Qingyun's sight was replaced by darkness, and in the blink of an eye, the darkness faded away, and the Demon Cult's main hall was gone, replaced by a piece of grass growing abruptly on the desert.

A swallow kite landed on the ground, Xiao Xingluo ran up, picked up the kite, and waved at Han Qingyun: "Qingyun, I found it!"

Han Qingyun looked around nervously, and saw a person not far away, holding a magic mirror in his hand, moving at a very fast speed.

"A Luo." Han Qingyun ran to Xing Luo, held him in his arms, and pointed his finger at the person who came.

His fingertips were empty, and there was no trace of spiritual power...

The visitor pointed the magic mirror at Han Qingyun, there was no figure of him in the mirror, but only Xiao Xingluo who was protected by him.Xiao Xingluo's figure changed in the mirror, his limbs became longer and thicker, black and red hair appeared all over his body, and finally turned into a poor and strange cub.

"I've caught you." The mirror operator smiled fiercely, and stretched out his hand towards the two of them.

Xiao Xingluo tightly clutched Han Qingyun's skirt with both hands, and Han Qingyun yelled: "Get out!"

The black sand strikes again, the vision is deprived, and the light is restored.

Han Qingyun and Xiao Xingluo were locked in a cell.

Xiao Xingluo hugged Han Qingyun, his little hands trembling: "Qingyun, will we be killed?"

"No, I won't let them hurt you." Han Qingyun patted Xiao Xingluo on the back to comfort him, "Can you contact your mother? Tell her not to come, don't come. I will Find a way to get you out."

"I don't know how to contact you." Xiao Xingluo shook his head and was about to cry.

Han Qingjun clenched his fists tightly, thinking desperately, but couldn't think of any way.Everything here is almost unaffected by him, here he is like a marionette whose hands and feet are bound, and can only be carried away by the black sand.What will be the next scene?Maybe it was Xing Luo's mother who was hurt by the cultivators, maybe it was Xing Luo's father fighting to the death with more than a hundred cultivators, maybe it was... the farewell between Xing Luo and his parents.

"Don't be afraid, there will be a solution." Han Qingyun comforted Xing Luo, and comforted herself at the same time.

The iron door of the cell was opened, but Xing Lao's mother did not show up, and Han Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief.

The visitor held a long whip in his hand, pointed it back and forth at the faces of the two of them, and finally stopped on Han Qingyun's face.

The wind of the whip hit, and the long whip fell on Han Qingyun's chest with a bang, and the tiny barbs on the whip cut through the skirt of the clothes, cut open the skin, and brought up a small piece of flesh and blood.

Han Qingyun trembled in pain, Xiao Xingluo let out a loud roar, rushed forward to hug the whip holder, and bit his hand hard.

The whip-wielder continued to wave the whip as if he didn't know the pain, and each whip fell on Han Qingyun's body.

The cell was small, and Han Qingyun had nowhere to hide, and he was beaten and bruised not long after.

However, when he saw the scene in front of him, he immediately ignored the pain—Xiao Xingluo was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The last whip fell, the whip holder left, and Xing Luo had grown back to his original appearance.

"A Luo..." Han Qingyun stroked his cheek.

Xing Luo's pupils turned red, and the hostility overflowed, blending with the hostility floating around him. He looked at Han Qingyun with extremely gloomy eyes, like a red dead sea that swallowed everything.

The black sand enveloped the two of them again, and after it dissipated, the surrounding scene turned into a platform made of bluestones.

More than a hundred cultivators with their swords floating in the air, surrounded Han Qingyun and Xing Luo in the center of the platform.

Han Qingyun raised his head and saw his master and uncles among the cultivators.

The cultivators pointed at Xing Lao with their swords, and they shouted in unison: "The beasts are poor, they do many evils, and they deserve death!"

This is the battlefield of the war between gods and demons. Xing Luo's parents disappeared, and the target of killing became Xing Luo.

Xing Luo's eyes were empty, only endless red. He held on to the wooden knife and slowly raised his hand. Following his movements, the wooden knife stretched and widened, becoming a long black knife.

"A Luo! A Luo!" Han Qingyun held Xing Luo's hand and called his name over and over again.

All the calling voices lost their destination, Xing Luo raised the long knife above his head, the hostile energy rose into the air, covered the sky, spun in the air, and finally merged into a black lightning, falling on the tip of Xing Lao's knife.

The hostile energy exploded from the tip of the knife and spread in all directions. The cultivators screamed and turned into ashes in the black wind.

"Ah Luo..." Han Qingyun looked at Xing Luo in despair.

Xing Luo turned his head stiffly, looked at him, and then pointed the long knife at his heart.

Xing Luo took a step forward, and the tip of the knife advanced an inch.

Han Qingyun didn't resist, nor did he hide.

The knife carried the hostility maintained by the top-quality fire spirit root, and it was extremely hot. It pierced Han Qingyun's heart, pierced his beating heart, and burned all the blood.

"A Luo..." Han Qingyun stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Xing Luo's face for the last time, but his dissipated consciousness took the lead.

"A Luo!" Han Qingyun screamed, and suddenly opened his eyes.

The sky is gray, there are no clouds, no sun and moon.

Han Qingyun got up in confusion, and found that he had returned to the desert where he started, and all the injuries on his body disappeared.

He shivered in fear.The inner demon has not been eliminated, and he has returned to the original point. What is desperate is that he has not found a solution at all.

Han Qingyun took a few deep breaths, until his throat was sore due to dryness, he made up his mind and walked in the direction of the Demon Sect's main hall again.

No matter whether there is a way or not, he can't stay where he is. Only by taking action can he have the hope of saving everything. Even if he is pierced countless times by Xing Lao's knife, as long as he can survive the calamity of the inner demon, it is worth it.

Han Qingyun once again stepped into the net of hostility. This time, there were no children in front of the palace gate.

The handsome and tall Xing Lao held a black knife in his hand, and waved his hand to cut the wooden stake into two pieces.

He looked at Han Qingyun, full of hostility.

Without saying a word, Han Qingyun wiped the blade heavily with his wrist, the blood flowed down, and the hostility was restrained wherever it passed.

"A Luo." Han Qingyun thought he had succeeded.

However, at the next moment, Xing Luo's whole body suddenly became hostile, and he shouted: "Why do you want to hurt the person I love the most!!"

The tip of the knife was aimed at Han Qingyun's heart, and stabbed mercilessly.

Han Qingyun looked at Xing Luo in disbelief, tears fell down under the pain and despair.

Just before losing consciousness, he lowered his head and saw the long black knife that killed him twice.

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Han Qingyun: I died twice in one chapter, why am I so miserable!

Xing Luo: (Holding up the haunting knife) The author gets out and dies.

Author: Hey, young master, spare your life, I will never dare again...