In the following days, Ying Huanhuan came to Luo Peak every day.
Her cultivation level is also steadily improving, <Great Teleportation Technique> can now teleport over short distances, and <Five Elements Creation Palm> has also learned the first and second moves.
And Ying Xiaoxiao also came more diligently.
Huanhuan didn't know what that girl said to her. The way she looked at Luo Heng changed obviously. She no longer deliberately kept a distance like before. She also relaxed a lot when chatting, and occasionally made a few jokes.
Luo Heng could feel her subtle changes, but he didn't point them out. Don't rush things like feelings, just let nature take its course.
Today, the day for Great Desolation Monument to open has arrived.
The whole Dao Sect was boiling. The withered yellow mountain peak deep in the Desolate Hall that had been silent all year round welcomed an unprecedented crowd on this day.
Luo Heng and Ying Huanhuan walked side by side, flying all the way from Luo Peak.
Neither of them deliberately concealed their relationship. Ying Huanhuan's hand was held in Luo Heng's hand naturally, with their fingers intertwined, like a pair of ordinary lovers.
When they appeared above the withered yellow mountain peaks, the originally noisy world fell silent for a moment.
Countless eyes turned around and fell on the two figures standing side by side.
"That's... Senior Brother Luo Heng and Senior Sister Huanhuan?"
"They... holding hands?!"
"Holy shit, are we really together?"
Whispers spread like a tide, including voices of shock, envy, and heartbreak.
Heavenly Hall disciples, many people's faces turned green.
Ying Huanhuan grew up in the Heavenly Hall, and she was the little princess they watched grow up. She was usually cared for like a star, but now she was taken away by Chief Senior Brother of the Desolate Hall.
"Huanhuan Senior Sister..." A disciple covered his chest with a look of despair.
"That's our Heavenly Hall's group favorite!" Another disciple said heartbrokenly, "He was just kidnapped by the Desolate Hall's people?"
"What Desolate Hall person? That's senior brother Luo Heng, Desolate Hall Chief." Someone corrected weakly.
"Not even the chief!"
Heavenly Hall Zheng Deputy Hall Master Qi Lei and Wei Sen also saw this scene.
Wei Sen twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at Qi Lei, and said, "Senior brother, our group favorite Personal Disciple seems to have been kidnapped."
Qi Lei was silent for a moment and said expressionlessly, "I can see it."
"Don't you say something?"
Qi Lei glanced at Luo Heng, then at Ying Huanhuan's cheerful look, sighed, and said, "What did I say? She is willing, how can we tie her back?"
Wei Sen smiled and said, "It's Desolate Hall Chief anyway, so it's not an insult."
Qi Lei glared at him and said nothing.
Not far away, Ying Xiaoxiao stood in the crowd, looking at the picture of his sister and Luo Heng holding hands, a smile flashed in his cold eyes.
Ying Xiaoxiao nodded to them, then looked away and sighed softly in his heart.
Ying Huanhuan seemed to be aware of her sister's gaze, blinked at her, curved the corner of his mouth in a sly arc, and deliberately shook the hand holding Luo Heng.
Ying Xiaoxiao: "..."
Is this girl showing off on purpose?
Qing Ye stood among the disciples of the Earthly Hall, looking at the two intertwined hands, his face was calm, but the knuckles holding the sword hilt were white.
He had known this result for a long time. He knew it from the day Huanhuan started running to Luo Peak every day.
But when I see it with my own eyes, my heart still hurts.
Mu Li stood aside with a carefree attitude. When he saw this scene, he grinned and said, "Good guy, Luo Heng, junior brother, is fast enough."
He patted Qing Ye on the shoulder and said, "Brother, look around, there is no grass anywhere in the world."
Qing Ye said nothing, just nodded slightly.
Lin Dong stood on the edge of the crowd, looking at Luo Heng and Ying Huanhuan with a smile on his lips.
Brother Luo Heng, as expected, he is still the same brother Luo Heng.
He glanced in the direction of the Heavenly Hall in the distance, remembered Qing Tan who was still in Northern Xuan Region, and sighed softly in his heart.
Qing Tan That girl, if she knew that brother Luo Heng had a new love, I don't know what her reaction would be.
However, given her temperament, she probably won't make a fuss.
Lin Dong shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
Gu Mo stood at a high place and watched this scene with a smile.
He is becoming more and more satisfied with Luo Heng and Chief Disciple.
He is talented, strong, and even has a good eye for finding Daoist companions.
The daughter of Sect Master, Direct Disciple of the Heavenly Hall, and the beloved little princess of the Dao Sect.
This guy has a lot of potential.
Wu Dao stood beside him, twitching the corner of his mouth and said, "Senior brother, are you just going to watch him kidnap Sect Master's daughter?"
Gu Mo glanced at him and said, "Huai? Can two people be in love with each other called a guai?"
Wu Dao is speechless.
He discovered that since Luo Heng helped Gu Mo heal his eyes, this senior brother's favorability towards Luo Heng has skyrocketed. No matter what Luo Heng does, it is right in Gu Mo's eyes.
In the distance, the shaking of the withered yellow mountain peak became more and more violent.
The gravel continued to collapse, and huge cracks opened on the top of the mountain. A gray-yellow light shined through the cracks, getting brighter and brighter.
"It's coming out." Someone whispered.
Rumble--
The trembling of the mountain peak reached its peak at this moment, and with an earth-shaking loud noise, a giant stone tablet measuring a thousand feet broke out of the ground from the top of the mountain and reached into the sky.
The whole body of the stone tablet was gray-yellow in color, and its surface was covered with traces of time, with pits and cracks. However, it exuded an aura of Huang Wu that originated from ancient times, making everyone present feel a sense of oppression from the depths of their souls.
Great Desolation Monument.
The whole place was silent, and all eyes were focused on that towering monument.
Dao Sect is the foundation of the clan, Desolate Hall is the treasure of the palace.
"It's finally opened again." Wu Dao looked at the huge stone tablet and murmured with a touch of excitement in his eyes.
"Since I, Dao Sect, discovered this stone tablet, I established a sect here, and Desolate Hall was born in response to this. Thousands of years have passed, but there are only a few people who can understand Great Desolation Scripture." Chen Zhen sighed.
"You old guy, you are so rude, Great Desolation Scripture is not an ordinary martial arts. If ordinary disciples can easily practice successfully, then I, Dao Sect, may have surpassed Yuan Sect in strength long ago." Qi Lei laughed and cursed.
Chen Zhen also smiled when he heard this, then looked at the sky and said, "It's almost time."
He turned around, looked at the Desolate Hall and Luo Heng, and said in a deep voice, "Remember, don't force yourself. This kind of martial arts relies on chance and cannot be forced."
His eyes stayed on Luo Heng for a moment longer and said, "Luo Heng, you are Desolate Hall Chief, and you are also the most promising person to understand Great Desolation Scripture. But don't put too much pressure on yourself. Great Desolation Scripture cannot be understood by strength, it requires opportunities."
Luo Heng nodded.
He knows the meaning of Chen Zhen, and Great Desolation Scripture's understanding does not depend on cultivation or talent, but only on Monument Spirit's approval.
Without the opportunity, even if you are Samsara Stage strong, you will not be able to comprehend it.
Ying Huanhuan shook Luo Heng's hand and said softly, "Brother Heng, don't be burdened. If you can't understand it, then Great Desolation Scripture doesn't need it."
Luo Heng smiled and said, "Don't worry, I know what's going on."
He let go of Ying Huanhuan's hand, and rushed out at the same time with Lin Dong, Pang Tong, Jiang Hao, Fang Yun, and Song Zhou, and landed on the green rock in front of the stone monument on the top of the mountain.
Six pieces of blue rock protrude from the cliff, as smooth as a mirror, just facing the thousand-foot giant monument.
Sitting cross-legged on it, looking up at the majestic stone tablet, a feeling like an ant arises spontaneously.
But Luo Heng just smiled faintly.
Ants?
He is not.
He closed his eyes, and Spiritual Power surged out like a tide, heading towards the giant monument.
The rough surface of the monument was filled with pits and cracks, but to his Spiritual Power perception, those seemingly ordinary cracks and pits concealed some small black spots that were difficult to detect with the naked eye.
Those little black dots are extremely small and light. If Spiritual Power were not powerful enough and talented enough, it would be impossible to detect them.
But Spiritual Power of Luo Heng is Eight-Seal Heavenly Talisman Master, and the quality is comparable to Lesser Immortal Talisman Master. In addition, he is talented, and he has seen Gu Ying images from far away. In his eyes, those small black dots are as clear as fireflies in the dark night.
The breath of Yimo.
Luo Heng is very familiar with this smell.
Back in Ancient Battlefield's Di Wu Sect Ruins, he had personally seen the images left by the Wu Zong master, and those scenes with Yimo Great War are still vivid in his mind.
That cold, evil, and lifeless aura is exactly the same as these little black dots in front of me.
Under Great Desolation Monument, suppressing a Yimo King.
Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on the monument.
The moment his fingers touched it, a cold and evil wave was transmitted into his body. The wave was extremely cold and strange, without any vitality, as if it wanted to wipe out all spirituality in the world.
Luo Heng's expression remains unchanged.
This level of evil energy cannot affect him.
He closed his eyes and allowed the fluctuation to flow through his body. At the same time, Spiritual Power was running at full speed, trying to establish contact with Monument Spirit.
Lin Dong in the distance also stretched out his hand at the same moment.
His finger landed on a small black dot, and his expression changed slightly for an instant, then returned to calm.
Luo Heng glanced at him and shook his head slightly.
Lin Dong understood, didn't ask any more questions, and just quietly retracted his hand.
He knew that Brother Luo Heng was telling him not to make any noise.
The two sat down cross-legged on the green rock, closing their eyes and concentrating.
Seeing this, Chen Zhen waved his sleeves, and the monstrous Desolate Force swept out of his body, turned into a horse and flew across the sky, landing on the Great Desolation Monument huge monument.
Buzz!