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

"Ling Yu Changge, before you kill someone, you must be prepared to be killed."

Chang Qing's injuries have almost recovered.

Even the broken arm has grown out, but the flesh and blood on it have not grown completely, and the arm is still a little thin.

But correspondingly, the blood healing spirit that he used most frequently and had just been fully activated has become shriveled and withered, and can no longer be used, becoming a waste.

Chang Qing held the hilt in his mouth in his hand, and tightened it with both hands.

"If I say I will let you go, you won't believe it with your courage, but I can still promise to give you a quick death."

"Hand over your sword spirit to me, otherwise, I have many ways to make you live a life worse than death."

He said calmly, without any emotion in his voice.

If he could, he wouldn't want to drag it out like this.

But the problem is, it's not easy to kill people and take their souls.

Ordinary imperial spirits are not like blood spirits, which can be seen and touched. The simplest way is to swallow the cultivator whole, and the imperial spirit can be obtained by his innate spirit body.

The problem is that ordinary imperial spirits are invisible and cannot be obtained in this way.

And if a cultivator wants to destroy his imperial spirit, he only needs a thought and can do it in an instant.

If Changge's sword spirit is mediocre, Changqing will not waste time here.

But the problem is that sword spirits are the most precious type of imperial spirits. Changge's sword spirit is the best of the best, and it is the type that can continuously improve the grade and evolve with the improvement of the refiner's strength.

Its value has exceeded the Devouring Spirit, and is no less than the Green Blood.

"Hehe... hehe... beast... I didn't expect that I would be defeated by you..."

Changge under him laughed and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Evil cannot prevail over justice... even if I die... do you think... you can escape the punishment of the family and the Netherworld Department."

Changqing frowned and spoke in a flat tone.

"They will all die, you just came a little earlier, don't you really think about it?"

He felt a little sorry, Changge's tone didn't sound fearful at all, as if he was ready to fight to the death.

"There is no one else here, no one can judge your merits and demerits, you will die alone in this dark cave, no one knows, and those who remember it won't live long, so why bother so much, give yourself a quick death, don't be too persistent."

Chang Qing tightened the soft sword a little more, and the reverse blade on the sword had deeply pierced Changge's neck, leaving a trail of blood.

"Now I give you a chance, give you a good night's sleep, you give me the sword spirit, and I'll let you die quickly, isn't it good, brother."

This was the first time he had the patience to say so many hypocritical words to an enemy, as long as he could achieve his goal and get the sword spirit, he really didn't mind coaxing and deceiving Changge.

He couldn't kill him for a while, otherwise Changge would definitely destroy the sword spirit in the moment before being killed.

It would be useless to knock him out, knock him unconscious, etc. He would destroy the sword spirit before he lost consciousness.

Now Chang Qing was a little passive.

There was no other way. For the sake of benefit, some sacrifices were inevitable. After all, if he could get the sword spirit, combined with Shi Qiuqi's sword skills, his combat power would have a qualitative leap.

"Brother? Ahem... hehe... when have you ever treated me as your brother?"

Chang Ge seemed to have recovered some strength. He stretched out his hand weakly, trying to pull off the soft sword wrapped around his neck, but it was obviously in vain.

His face flushed red, and cold sweat ran down his forehead. Not everyone could endure pain like Chang Qing. Even the toughest tough guy could not stand the mixture of these poisons.

Chang Qing shook his head.

"At least what I'm saying now is not a lie."

"Winners win, losers lose... Let's do it..."

"Don't try. He is different from us. Not everyone can stay calm and put interests first. Some people live for some illusory things. If you want to take it away, it's no different from death for them."

In his mind, Dan Ji's voice sounded.

Chang Qing was still unwilling. He thought about it and spoke.

"Even if you don't care about your own life or death, there must be someone who cares about you. Give me the sword spirit in exchange for a life. You won't suffer any loss. If you get the sword spirit, I promise to let go of someone you care about."

"Hehe..."

"Don't rush to refuse. You can choose anyone. Choose your father? Choose your mother? Choose the clan leader who taught you? Even if you choose any random clan member, it is saving a life. Don't you claim to be upright? Don't you want to save a life, right?....."

Chang Qing's voice was like a devil that could easily capture Chang Ge's inner weakness.

But Chang Ge's expression remained unchanged.

"Ah, by the way, Ling Yu Wenyuan, how about that girl? Didn't she die for you in the spirit vein? You owe her a life, so don't you plan to give it back to her? Give me the sword spirit, and I will spare her life then, how about that?"

These useless promises were of course false, to root out the roots, Chang Qing was not going to let anyone go in the plan, but in order to achieve his goal, he never minded using such despicable means as lies.

For Ling Yu Chang Ge, who has been burdened by the so-called reputation all his life, who thinks he is tall and majestic, cares about everyone, and thinks he has always lived for others, it is better to make him waver in this way rather than threatening him with torture.

Chang Qing smiled slightly, and he saw Chang Ge's expression, which was slightly fluctuating.

"Ah, I almost forgot. "

Chang Qing loosened the soft sword on his neck a little, leaned close to his ear and said.

"Ling Yuwenyuan had a night of romance with you in the spirit vein. She knows, but she probably didn't tell you. I helped you. You're welcome."

Chang Ge's pupils suddenly widened, revealing a somewhat unbelievable look. Obviously, he was not completely unresponsive to this matter.

"Why don't I let her live? Maybe she is pregnant with your child. As long as you give me the sword spirit, I promise you that I will spare her life. "

In her mind, even Dan Ji was a little surprised by his performance.

As a giant of the evil way, she knew that if she wanted to go long on this road, she needed too many things.

Persistence, intelligence, calmness, greed, boldness, ruthlessness, cunning, forbearance, and other characteristics are like wooden boards, which are surrounded by a bucket. How much water can be filled represents how far one can go on the evil road.

If there are one or two obvious shortcomings, the bucket will leak water.

She had always thought that Chang Qing was insidious, cunning, ruthless and decisive, and had a firm mind, but not enough insight into human hearts.

But the words that Chang Qing just said were tricky and sinister, and his control of human nature was not inferior to those old guys who were known for their cunningness.