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

Yu Wenyuan raised her head in disbelief and tried to look with her only remaining eye.

Under the moonlight, the man in black still kept raising one arm.

But his wrist was empty.

Beside her, the young man who had appeared in her dreams countless times and whom she had been thinking about day and night was holding a long sword, standing proudly like a peerless hero in a play.

In fact, the "long sword" in Changge's words was just an ordinary branch.

But his aura was extraordinary.

An invisible momentum rose from his body.

As if sensing his aura, even the powerful man in black took a few steps back with a little caution.

A blue imperial spirit flew out of Changge's body and hung above his head, but it was different from the blue halo emitted by ordinary mysterious spirits.

Although the imperial spirit was also blue, it was like a sharp blade, emitting silver light.

Under the moonlight, the breeze blew, and the dead leaves in the sky fluttered, surrounding the young man in the center, like a solemn jackdaw. The young man faced the bright moon alone, and the branch in his hand suddenly emitted a dazzling cold light.

"What kind of imperial spirit is that? Why is it a color I have never seen before?"

Lying on the ground and peeking at the strange phenomenon happening here, Chang Qing couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Weapon spirits, but in my impression, weapon spirits are extremely common imperial spirits, mostly used to control objects, and some can change the shape of objects, but there are very few low-grade weapon spirits that are particularly excellent, unless... I know!"

Before Dan Ji could finish, Changge's eyes suddenly opened.

He held the stick in both hands, raised it to his chest, and chanted.

"The bright moon seeks the night wind, and the frosty blade alone reflects the sky. The unparalleled golden sword has three thousand blades, and one sword breaks through the ninety thousand layers of the sky."

Under the cold light, the imperial spirit on his head completely turned silver, and the wooden stick in his hand suddenly became slender and turned into a slender war sword.

The war sword is extremely sharp. Although the blade is illusory, Chang Qing can feel the biting cold even from a distance.

Chang Ge held the sword in one hand, and the war sword turned around him. The seemingly huge and heavy sword body was extremely flexible in his hand, and danced out several gorgeous sword shadows.

"Sword spirit, the best among the weapon spirits, is essentially also a weapon spirit, which can change the shape of the weapon, but it is a mutant."

Dan Ji's voice also revealed a sighing tone, as if she had seen some rare treasures.

"For a mutated imperial spirit like this, although the grade remains unchanged, its effectiveness and power will far exceed that of an imperial spirit of the same grade, and even its color will change."

"This sword spirit is bright silver throughout, the best among swords."

"This sword has a majestic body and a solemn and desolate sword intent. It uses people to cultivate swords and swords to assist people. The man and the sword are one. With this child's talent, he was born in such a small family. It's really a pearl covered in dust."

Hearing Dan Ji's sigh, Chang Qing did not react much, but teased.

"Finally, there is a genius you can look up to? You sneered at the sudden seventh and eighth transformations before. I thought you disdained any talent."

Although Chang Qing knew that Chang Ge was hiding his true realm, he did not expect that the other party had such a trump card.

Yes, he had long guessed that Changge's realm was not the Nine Turns of the Sudden. Before he came to the spiritual vein, he had tested Changge's cultivation to ensure that there was no risk.

At the banquet on the day of his wedding with Dan Ji, he added Qi-boosting powder to the wine that Changge drank.

This poison is specifically used to poison monks. It can disperse the spiritual energy in the body, making the opponent's body limp and powerless, and at the mercy of others.

But as long as the dosage is properly controlled, it can also be used to secretly test the opponent's cultivation, but it requires very precise control of the poison.

This is very easy for Changqing, who has the thousand-year experience of the Baihua Evil Saint.

He controlled the amount of poison to the extent that it could just poison a monk of the First Turn of the Instant. As long as Changge's realm is above the First Turn of the Instant, he will not feel anything.

If his realm is at or below the First Turn of the Instant, the feeling of weakness can also be explained as drunkenness, and Changqing is not at risk of being exposed.

The results proved that Changge's realm is at least above the First Turn of the Instant.

At such a young age, he has reached such a high realm, and he has such a powerful innate sword spirit. No wonder he was the first one who did not retreat after learning about the general strength of the evil cultivator from Ling Yu Junxiang, but advocated fighting.

Compared with the cultivation realm of other companions, he is certainly more confident.

"He not only hid his realm, but also his talent. Such a top-grade innate innate spirit can only be nurtured by the host who has the top-grade talent of the innate nine-turn."

Dan Ji chuckled.

"He is also a talented genius among the geniuses I slaughtered in the past.The highest type, seeing him, I feel a little nostalgic. "

"What do you miss? I miss your slaughter?"

"I miss my sword. I am also good at using a war sword. When I see a good sword, I can't help but like it."

Dan Ji suddenly said seriously.

"Chang Qing, find a chance to kill him. You are a congenital spirit body. You have a chance to take his imperial spirit. His sword spirit is extremely valuable. It is even much stronger than the pure spirit on you."

"Find a way to find a chance to get his imperial spirit, and then kill him. Ninety-nine percent of this kid's talent is in this natal imperial spirit. Don't miss it."

Chang Qing smiled indifferently in his heart.

"It seems that his imperial spirit is really good. As arrogant as you are, you emphasized twice that I should kill people and take the spirit."

"Good things are right in front of us. How can we not take it? Such a genius may even have the intention to kill you. Do you want to let him grow up? "

Faced with Chang Qing's ridicule, Dan Ji said with a little dissatisfaction.

Chang Qing said indifferently.

"You can't chew too much. Whether to kill him or take his soul requires long-term consideration. I still have a use for him now, so I can't be impatient. If I kill him and cause trouble, wouldn't it be putting the cart before the horse? "

Although Changge has hidden strength and hidden spirit control, Changqing knows that he can't change anything.

Danji is the blood law evil master. If she can't even deal with him after practicing for hundreds of years, she might as well find a tofu to kill.

It has to be said that this master and disciple, no, it should be said that "accomplices" is more appropriate. The words "evil" and "alone" are really engraved in their bones.

As a senior, Danji saw the genius and had no intention of cherishing the talent. Instead, the first thing she thought of was to encourage Changqing to kill people and take the spirit.

Changqing was even worse. It was not that he was reluctant, but in his opinion, anyone could be killed and any treasure could be taken, but it was necessary to distinguish the primary and secondary, and the important and the urgent.

While the two were talking, under the moonlight, Changge had already made a move.

He jumped into the air, drew a few sharp sword lights in the air, and slashed at the black-clothed man in front of him.

Countless invisible The sword intent was like thousands of threads, floating around him, and several sword lights slashed down.

This time, the man in black was far from being as calm as the first time they fought, but crossed his arms and blocked his chest.

Changge landed, turned his waist, and slashed a few more swords.

The sword light merged with the moonlight, like a jade dragon dancing under the night sky.

Changge's figure did not stop, and the sword light did not stop. Countless dead leaves, gravel, and sand flew around him in the air, hiding his figure.

After a long time, the smoke dissipated and Changge put away his sword.

The man in black finally showed an embarrassed posture.

A sword mark tore his arms and left a deep gully on his chest.

Although Changge had used countless swords, there was only one sword mark left on his body.

The man in black reached out and touched it. In the gully left by the sword mark on the flesh on his chest, the remaining sword intent actually cut his fingers.