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

"What..."

Before Changge could react, the hilt of the sword against his chest also broke. He had no extra strength left and could not help falling forward.

Changqing also leaned against the stone wall, and the two of them overlapped.

With a "puff", a piece of ice blade pierced through Changge's back.

Changge spat out a mouthful of blood with an unbelievable look on his face.

Changqing supported his shoulders, rubbed his back against the stone wall, slid down to sit on the ground, and put Changge on the ground.

He pulled out the ice blade that pierced Changge's chest and stabbed it into his abdomen again.

The ice blade pierced in without any obstruction.

Changqing did not stop at all, pulled out the ice blade, and stabbed Changge's head again.

The tip of the ice blade hovered in front of Changge's eyes, and Changge did not resist at all.

Just mouthfuls of blood flowed out of his mouth one after another.

Seeing that he had completely lost the strength and desire to resist, Chang Qing finally felt relieved.

He sat on the ground, stabbed the ice blade into his chest, and broke off the exposed half.

The blood healing spirit had been destroyed due to overuse, so he could at least stop the bleeding temporarily by doing this.

He stood up, picked up the meat Ganoderma that Chang Ge had just knocked down from the ground, and ate it.

After recovering a little, he leaned over and squatted beside Chang Ge, broke the meat Ganoderma a little, and fed it to him.

He didn't have a blood eating spirit, and the meat Ganoderma could only keep him alive for a short while, just in time for Chang Qing to ask him some questions.

"Why... why..."

Chang Ge asked intermittently.

"Why did your sword spirit break?"

Chang Qing sat down beside him a little tiredly, with his arms on the ground, and finally had a moment to breathe.

If the two of them were not in a bloody and dark cave at the moment, but on a sunny hillside lawn, they would really look like a pair of brothers talking.

He looked at the moon above his head and said helplessly.

"Your sword spirit is very good, but it is only a mysterious spirit after all, and it can be easily killed by poison."

"Poison... kill...?"

Faced with Changge's question, Changqing did not continue to explain.

The moment Changge's sword pierced his chest, he made a decisive decision and activated the Green Blood.

The Green Blood specializes in killing the Imperial Spirit. No matter how strong Changge's sword spirit is, it is only a mysterious spirit.

If it were normal, the Imperial Spirit would be damaged, and the cultivator would notice it immediately.

But at that time, Changge had fallen into pain and madness, and did not even notice that the Imperial Spirit was damaged.

In a short while, the sword spirit was poisoned by the Green Blood.

If it is destined not to be obtained, it is better to destroy it. Changge's attitude has explained everything. The sword spirit is destined not to be given to him.

Rather than adding trouble to himself because of greed for a royal spirit, it is better to destroy it and prevent future troubles.

Learn from your mistakes. Having suffered from the enemy's counterattack, you must act decisively and eliminate the threat at the first time.

There are gains and losses, which is the norm for him.

However, he did not explain too much to Changge, which was meaningless.

He took out a bag of medicine powder from his arms and poured it into his mouth.

"Brother, you are dying soon, so there is no need to hide it. If you have some questions, you might as well tell me."

Changge did not answer. After a moment, he spoke intermittently, probably under the effect of the medicine powder.

"You ask..."

"What is your relationship with the clan leader, Ling Yuwenyong?"

"He... is my master..."

Changqing frowned.

"Do you know what the relationship is between Xiao Bingzhen and the clan leader? Are there any other connections between them besides the family?"

"I don't know... I don't know if they have any special relationship..."

Chang Qing shook his head with a little disappointment, feeling helpless for a moment.

He thought Chang Ge would know some inside information about Ling Yuwenyong, or know something about Xiao Bingzhen.

But under the effect of the powder, Chang Ge, who was so weak, should not be able to tell any lies, but he still had no idea.

In Chang Qing's mind, Ling Yuwenyong, Ling Yu Changge, and Xiao Bingzhen, these three people had long been automatically divided into one camp.

But why did Chang Ge know nothing?

He pondered until Chang Ge's eyes slowly dimmed, with some signs of dissipation, and he asked the last question.

"When the cultivators were trying, the clan leader wanted to murder my life in the forbidden area. Xiao Bingzhen actually knew about this, right?"

"I don't know if she knew about it..."

Chang Ge's voice became smaller and smaller, very weak, but still managed to continue.

"But... I know..."

His eyes were dull, as if he was dead, blood was flowing out of his mouth, but he was still mumbling.

"I know... you've always blamed me... blamed me for taking away your glory... taking away your status... being better than you in every aspect..."

"When the master told me... that he wanted to kill you, I... I didn't object... because your death would be good for... for everyone..."

"The branch is in decline... only I... only I can lead the branch and rebuild its glory... This is my lifelong responsibility, I... I have to lead the family to dominate the Yuguan Mountains... and achieve great achievements..."

"When I need someone... Elder Xiao will protect you... I don't want to be her enemy... Only if you die... As long as you die, everything will be solved..."

"When you took the initiative to give up the position of the head of the family... I was very happy... I thought I didn't have to kill my brother... When you sacrificed yourself in the spirit vein, I was also very happy... I thought you were finally my brother, and you... died for a good cause..."

"Uh..."

Changge stretched out his hand with some difficulty, not knowing whether he wanted to grab something illusory, and struggled to hold something in the air.

"What am I doing for... for others, or for myself..."

After hearing his words, Chang Qing, who always killed people without blinking an eye, was a little dazed at the moment, not knowing what he was thinking.

In fact, any of Changge's thoughts were not important to him, and he didn't care whether Changge lived or died.

It was just Changge's last sentence that made him think of a question inexplicably.

"What am I doing for... I want to become stronger, improve my realm, and become an emperor... But what am I doing for?"

He never wavered in his beliefs. He was just a little confused. There must be a reason for his firm belief, but he had no impression at all.

What is it for...?

"In fact, there is no need to know so many reasons."

While talking to himself, Chang Qing murmured softly, while condensing an ice blade in his hand and holding it high

"Is that so... what you said... is also right... Sorry, brother..."

Changge's hand slowly fell down.

"I respect you, it's okay, goodbye, brother."

Chang Qing stabbed the ice blade into Chang Ge's heart, expressionless.

No blood splashed out, maybe Chang Ge's blood had already drained out, he was motionless and stopped breathing.

He was dead.