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

Chang Qing took the telepathic spirit and was a little confused.

"Shuang'er, is this telepathic spirit your gift?"

"It's part of the gift."

Lan Shuang lowered her head and said coquettishly.

"Master, please take a look now."

Chang Qing picked up the telepathic spirit and didn't think much about it. After all, the probability that Lan Shuang could do something with the telepathic spirit was too small.

It was obviously impossible for Lan Shuang to hide the sword spirit in the telepathic spirit like Shi Qiuqi did, and to engrave the skills into other people's bodies without anyone noticing.

What's more, her slender neck was held in Chang Qing's hand. If he wanted, he could clamp her with a little force, or even kill her at any time.

The telepathic spirit is one of the most common imperial spirits. If it is an ordinary telepathic spirit, no matter how many thoughts are hidden in it, it only takes a moment for people to read them all.

Moreover, the mind-transmitting spirit does not need to be refined. As long as the person who stores the thoughts is willing, the other party can directly read the thoughts in it, which is very convenient.

Chang Qing held the mind-transmitting spirit in his hand and closed his eyes.

......

In the thoughts, there is a memory of Lan Shuang.

Chang Qing frowned.

Few people would store their memories in the mind-transmitting spirit.

Because memories are difficult to fake, unless they are cultivators who are proficient in soul magic, otherwise, even if the mind is firm and cunning, the memories stored in the mind-transmitting spirit are basically their real memories. Once faked, they will be seen through at a glance.

This memory of Lan Shuang is obviously not good.

Chang Qing saw a dark, decayed, and fishy smell.

It was a cave, covered with spider webs and flying insects.

A dry and thin little girl, barefoot, was stepping on the ground full of gravel and mud.

It can be vaguely distinguished that it is Lan Shuang who is younger.

Lan Shuang can still be considered a young girl now. She was a real child at that time. Perhaps due to malnutrition, her limbs are very thin and weak. Her tattered clothes can vaguely reveal her skinny body, and her head seems a little bigger than that of an ordinary person.

At this time, she had a small wound on her abdomen. In addition to blood, there were also some fine ice chips flowing out of the wound.

The ice chips flowed out from the wound on her abdomen bit by bit, just like a toothpaste tube with a hole cut. The ice chips and blood gathered into a paste and flowed out continuously.

If you look closely, you can find that the ice chips are indeed insect fragments that have been frozen stiff and broken into slag.

Some stumps with thorns, broken into pieces of elytra, and some other things that are hard to explain.

And Lan Shuang just looked at the wound on her stomach expressionlessly, watching the twisted strange paste flowing out of her stomach.

Her belly was not big, but it was bulging, and it seemed like it was about to burst, as if a small ball was swallowed inside.

As the "ice chips" continued to flow out, her belly was getting smaller and smaller.

In her hand, she was holding a human head.

It was a huge bald head, and behind the bald head was a long string of spines, dripping with thick blood.

At the end of the long spine, there was a bloated body, lying on the ground, twitching constantly.

Two fat hands, like two oars, paddled on the ground, dragging his fat body forward a little bit, and retracting the spine that had extended for several meters a little bit.

On his neck, there was a string of thick Buddhist beads, stuck in the bone gap of the spine, making a crackling sound.

Lan Shuang was holding the string of Buddhist beads, her eyes were dull.

The bald head was still alive, and the shiny back of his head was covered with disgusting flesh cracks, which were squirming with his breathing.

With a "click", a drop of ice mixed with blood flowed out of Lan Shuang's abdomen and dripped onto the ground.

The bald man was lifted up, his face facing the ground. When he saw the ice on the ground, his eyes suddenly widened.

"It's done, my Bodhi cream is done!"

He roared in ecstasy, and the countless flesh cracks behind his head opened at the same time, and there were countless eyes, spinning around.

The next moment, his shiny bald head struggled desperately, and with a "click", the Buddhist beads on his neck broke and scattered all over the ground.

The bald man also fell to the ground, and the body connected to the spine twitched more violently. He stretched out his thick tongue full of saliva, stretched it out long, and licked the ice cream dripping from Lan Shuang on the ground.

When the ice cream entered his mouth, the bald man paused suddenly, and all the eyeballs on the back of his head suddenly looked at Lan Shuang at the same time.

"Amitabha, boy, you must be the boy who saved me from the sea of ​​suffering. Your flesh and blood will perish, and you will be reincarnated.Reverse, achieve the right result! "

As his head spoke, his fat body put his hands together, and a dazzling golden light burst out from his body, illuminating the entire cave like daylight.

The scene in the cave was like hell.

Every stone wall in the entire cave was inlaid with various "sculptures", most of which were children, petrified and dried, turning into white ashes.

The lower bodies of these children were embedded in the stone, and the upper bodies were all fixed in a posture of worshiping with their hands folded together, with twisted and painful faces.

On their bodies, whether it was their hands, bodies or faces, they were covered with countless dense holes, dense like a honeycomb, and messy like an ant nest.

These "sculptures" almost filled the entire cave, and under the shining of white light Time was like a thousand Buddhas coming to pay homage, so dense that it made people's scalps numb.

As the white light shone, a "hum" sound came from the air, as loud as thunder, and a dark cloud rose from the ground, and then quickly touched the sculptures on the stone wall and dissipated.

But it was not a dark cloud at all, it was clearly countless flying insects, they might be afraid of the strong light, and at once they drilled into the countless holes on the sculptures.

As the ice chips on Lan Shuang's abdomen dripped, the bald man kept licking on the ground, his eyes suddenly condensed into ice, and then shattered with a bang.

Then the ears and nose were all frozen, and then shattered into slag.

But he didn't show any pain, but laughed wildly, and kept muttering.

"Six roots, six roots are broken! Hahaha! I'm going to succeed! I'm going to be saved! ”

“Crack, crack” As he licked, his whole fat body was frozen into a big ice block, and then shattered, but he was still laughing wildly.

“Amitabha, Amitabha, my earthly ties are finally broken! Quick! Quick! Give me the right result soon! Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha!”

As he kept chanting, his huge bald head was finally frozen into ice, and his voice stopped abruptly.

With a "bang".

The golden light dissipated, leaving a pile of broken ice chips on the ground.