Living in the Bosom of the Demon Lord [Transmigration Book]

After half an hour...

After walking around several caves, but he didn't see Yan Fengqing, Lin Heng had no choice but to quicken his pace.

"Is the direction you are pointing in the right direction?" Lin Heng wiped the sweat from his forehead, then turned to look at Fu Jia on his shoulder.

"The Blood Fiend Knife has been activated, and now the breath is flying wildly, and I'm already identifying the direction." Fu Jia shook her short ears, trying to identify the source of the evil spirit in the air.

After a while, Fujia said, "Go to the right."

Lin Heng raised his foot and walked towards the left.

"Hey, hey, I tell you to go to the right." Fu Jia hastily pulled Lin Heng's hair.

But Lin Heng turned a deaf ear and continued to move towards the cave on the left.

It's been half an hour, that is, an hour, and I followed Fu Jia's instructions, but I haven't found anyone yet.

"My life direction has to be controlled by myself!" Lin Heng looked down at Fu Jia with disdain.

"You will regret it!" Fu Jia jumped angrily after being despised, but after thinking about it for so long, she still couldn't find the Blood Fiend Knife. Could it be that the hedgehog's body made it difficult to use its nose?

Passing through the cold and damp cave, the eyes suddenly open up. A huge waterfall falls into the mortal world like a nine-day Milky Way. Large areas of red plum blossoms are in full bloom, just like the burning clouds in the sky. Exhausted life in general.

Lin Heng looked around carefully, there should be a separate space here.

"I found it. The Blood Fiend Knife is just behind the waterfall, and there is a huge formation inside." Fu Jia excitedly pointed at the opposite waterfall, and said triumphantly, "I'll just say I can find it."

"I found it here." Lin Heng exposed Fu Jia mercilessly.

Fu Jia was speechless in embarrassment, she silently turned her head to look away, and said in a low voice, "I only have a wisp of spirit left... Besides, why do you have to go to the blood knife?"

While speaking, Fu Jia sniffed the air with her nose, and she could not help but sink her eyes when she smelled a familiar smell: "I see, you are here to find your companion, I smell the blood of the nine-tailed fox on his body. "

Hearing this, Lin Heng's hands trembled slightly.

It's really Yan Fengqing here, this person will be fine, right?

It is not mentioned in the book that Yan Fengqing has a bloody knife at all. It is unknown whether his time travel will change the direction of the original story.

But as far as the binding of the twin formation with Yan Fengqing happened, it happened by accident.

What if Yan Fengqing died?

"You don't understand, I tied a twin formation with him." Lin Heng looked miserable.

"Your Taoist companion?" Fu Jia looked at Lin Heng in shock, no wonder the boy had the expression of a dead parent, forgiving that he was either a dead parent or a dead Taoist companion: "Your Taoist companion is not cowardly, to fight The idea of ​​the Blood Fiend Saber."

"No... not a Taoist companion." Lin Heng wanted to cry but had no tears, who would dare to be a Taoist companion with the future Mozun.

"Aren't Taoist couples doing this thing?" Fu Jia was puzzled.

"I can't tell you clearly, let's go in first." Lin Heng wept in his heart, took out the Qingshuang sword and flew towards the waterfall.

The moment Fu Jia saw Qingshuang Sword, she was stunned: "You actually have Qingshuang Sword?"

Lin Heng looked down at the sword under his feet. He heard that the sword had an extraordinary origin, so even if the Qingshuang sword's attributes did not match the original owner's and failed to be refined, the original owner had to carry it with him.

Fujia's eyes were fixed on Qingshuangjian, and she fell into a long memory...

Seeing Fu Jia's appearance, Lin Heng asked curiously, "What's wrong with this sword?"

"It's nothing, I can't think about it, I'll tell you when I remember it." Fu Jia withdrew her eyes.

Passing through the waterfall, there is a huge karst cave in front of you, heading towards the only road, the water vapor in the air is getting less and less, and the dry hot wind is blowing.

The further you go, the higher the temperature. At the end of the road is a crater, and the magma inside is bubbling and bubbling, and the surrounding stone walls are reflected red.

Right in the center of the magma, there is a small piece of land with a knife lingering in black air sticking out of it. You can't see the whole picture of the knife, but even so far away, you will still be overwhelmed by the strong smell of blood on it.

This bloody smell is different from any kind of blood, and it carries a vicious aura that seems to shatter the soul, just looking at it is enough to make one's heart tremble.

At this time, Yan Fengqing was dressed in white, standing in front of the Blood Fiend Knife, surrounded by tumbling red magma, he was like a snowflake, surrounded by it fragilely, as if it would melt away at any time.

As the speed of Yan Fengqing's formulas became faster and faster, a tall ice wall rose from the ground, and the black evil spirit corroded large pits on the ice wall.

An evil spirit pierced through the ice wall and wrapped itself around Yan Fengqing's arm, and immediately there was a "sizzling" corrosion sound, and in less than a breath, the skin and flesh had disappeared, revealing the white bones underneath.

I saw Yan Fengqing's face remained unchanged, ignoring the existence of the black air, and walked directly towards the Xuesha knife, stretching out a slightly pale hand to hold the handle tightly.

As if the black energy was activated at this moment, it crazily got into Yan Fengqing's hand, tearing his flesh and crushing his bones.

Viscous blood was poured on Xueshadao, and more black air rushed forward to swallow him.

But after a while, the skin and flesh on Yan Fengqing's face were corroded until dripping with blood, half of his face was still so beautiful, and the other half of his face was only bones.

"Hehe." He laughed nervously, not caring about the injury at all.

How long has it been?How long has it been since you really felt pain?

At this time, Yan Fengqing looked extremely terrifying, but he possessed the charm of demon rule, which made people unable to move their eyes away.

Lin Heng swallowed hard, and shouted loudly: "Elder brother!"

This doesn't look like a snowflake that will melt at any time, it is obviously a piranha.

You don't want to die!You want to die, I don't want to die!

Hearing the voice from next to her ear, Yan Fengqing raised her head slowly, just in time to meet Lin Heng's clear eyes.

He saw the worry in Lin Heng's eyes, and no one had ever worried about his life, because he would not die, never will.

Suddenly, a stream of white air came out of Yan Fengqing's wound, and quickly healed the wound corroded by the black air at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The white bones covered by the white air regenerated flesh and blood, and soon they were as good as before.

This scene made Lin Heng dumbfounded.

How many secrets are hidden in Yan Fengqing?This kind of recovery ability is worthy of being the future demon king.

but……

"Eldest brother, put down the blood sword quickly, you will die." Lin Heng shouted nervously.

Even if Yan Fengqing's recovery ability is strong, it doesn't mean he won't die.

"Death?" Yan Fengqing sneered, then suddenly remembered something, and said with a sneer, "Yes, I will die, and you will die with me."

"Brother, wait a minute." Lin Heng quickly flew down towards the magma, and after landing on the ground, he drew out his Qingshuang Sword, and struck Yan Fengqing's hand holding the Xuesha Saber with the back of the knife.

At the same time that the Xuesha knife left his hand, Lin Heng grabbed Yan Fengqing's hand and dragged him to the crater.

Finally getting away from the seal of the Blood Fiend Knife, Lin Heng heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly asked, "Brother, are you alright?"

Seeing that Yan Fengqing's right hand was corroded by the black air until only white bones remained, Lin Heng couldn't help but take a breath, and saw that the area covered by the white air drilled out of the bone had grown flesh again, and Lin Heng finally relaxed. in one breath.

"You... don't you hurt?" Lin Heng felt his scalp tingling.

The first time I saw Yan Fengqing scratching his arm with a knife in the grove, I knew that he was a bit masochistic, but what I didn't expect was that Yan Fengqing was not afraid of death.

Yan Fengqing looked down at Lin Heng looking at his hands, as if he didn't quite understand what he meant: "It hurts?"

"Yeah, don't you feel pain?" Lin Heng raised his head and bumped into Yan Fengqing's cold eyes.

"... Pain?" Yan Fengqing glanced down at his hand in confusion. He knew what pain was, but he never thought pain was a bad thing. On the contrary, only pain could keep him awake during the attack.

But looking at Lin Heng's eyes, it seems that pain is a very bad thing, which makes him full of confusion.

"The Blood Fiend Knife is too powerful, senior brother, please don't take it anymore." Lin Heng said worriedly.

The skin and flesh on Yan Fengqing's face hadn't fully recovered yet, it was a pity to have such a beautiful face, no matter how you looked at it.

"Only the Blood Demon Saber can restrain the demon blood." Yan Fengqing's tone was unusually calm. He never believed in fate. Either he was killed by the Blood Demon Saber today, which would be a relief, or the Blood Demon Saber surrendered to him. There is no other way result.

From Fu Jia, Lin Heng knew that Yan Fengqing had many kinds of demonic blood in his body. He couldn't help it, and asked tentatively, "Brother...big brother, why do you need the Blood Demon Saber to suppress the demonic blood?"

"Because my body is a container." Yan Fengqing smiled disdainfully.

Lin Heng was stunned.

Medicine cauldron, demon blood, container...

He seemed to understand something. Although he didn't know the specific situation, it could be seen from the Yan family's manufacturing of the medicine cauldron that Yan Fengqing was probably the subject of the Yan family's experiment.

After pondering for a while, Lin Heng raised his head and tried to appease Yan Fengqing: "Maybe there are other ways?"

"Are you afraid of death?" Yan Fengqing turned her head, suddenly thought of something, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and said with a low smile, "Do you want to disarm the twin formation first?"

"No, isn't the problem now that you insist on taking the Blood Fiend Saber, but the Blood Fiend Saber is too powerful, so you probably won't be able to control it?" Lin Heng looked at Yan Fengqing inexplicably.

What was this Yan Fengqing thinking, and why did he suddenly get involved in the twin formation.

"Yes, that's why I will die." Yan Fengqing smiled slightly: "Are you afraid of death?"

Lin Heng's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

How do you feel that this is a proposition?What exactly does Yan Fengqing mean?

After thinking for a while, Lin Heng said cautiously, "It's just... quite scary."

Who is not afraid of death?

After Lin Heng finished speaking, he secretly looked at Yan Fengqing's expression, but there was no emotion on Yan Fengqing's face.

There was no sound for a while, and the atmosphere made Lin Heng very uneasy.

After hesitating for a while, Lin Heng spoke again: "It's just... I'm really scared. Is there anyone who is not afraid of death?"

"I really want to die." Yan Fengqing's voice was hoarse, and Lin Heng was at a loss for what to do with the helplessness and desolation in his eyes at that moment.

Like the foam in the sea, it is easily disillusioned by the current. It is not about Yan Fengqing, but about his soul.

The deep and depressing pain is like a deep sea that cannot be found, without light...

Lin Heng shook his head, cheered up and said: "Elder brother, if you are unhappy, you have to say it. If you hold it in your heart, you will have problems. And... is it true that the twin formation is lifted?"

Fifty years later, he might be skinned and dried by Yan Fengqing, but that would be 50 years later. According to Yan Fengqing's method of death, he would die without waiting 50 years.

It is one day's life to be able to live a day. If you lived to more than 20 in your previous life, you can live for 50 years in this life. That is to say, he lived to be more than 70 years old, which is the normal age of death for human beings. It is not a loss.

Yan Fengqing's expression quickly turned cold: "Fake!"