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

Ling Yuwenyong frowned, not understanding what trump card Changqing, a dying man, still had to make him feel fearless.

"It's just a bluff."

Thinking this way, Ling Yuwenyong raised his hand and was ready to kill Changqing.

But at this moment, Changqing suddenly laughed for no reason.

He stretched out his hand and half-clenched it in the air, as if he had grasped something vital.

His originally tense body relaxed, his shoulders trembled, and he laughed wantonly.

Ling Yuwenyong was stunned, not understanding why the young man in front of him suddenly changed his indifferent expression, but he felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.

"Ling Yuwenyong, I benefited a lot from today's battle, and I have to thank you for this."

Changqing finally spoke, he stood up shakily, the mountain wind was cold, blowing snowflakes, and the young man's silver hair was reflected, his blood-red eyes opened, and he murmured.

"The autumn wind is bleak, the winter snow is drifting, burying the world, and all things are dead. I have been planning for several lifetimes, and now I can finally show my layout and destroy the powerful enemy with my own hands..."

The young man spoke arrogantly, but his voice did not have any emotion, and his face was still silent. This expression was like a mask embedded in his face, and he could not take it off.

"Ling Yuwenyong, I have calculated a lot, but now I still don't understand one thing."

He looked at Ling Yuwenyong, and his attitude was as if the other party was the dying person who was forced into a desperate situation, and his life and death depended on his thoughts.

"When the monks were tested, you designed to send me to the Hundred Flowers Cave, wanting to put me to death without anyone knowing, what was the purpose?"

Ling Yuwenyong also laughed. Although he didn't understand where the boy in front of him got the confidence, the powerful strength he had just gained had already brought him unparalleled confidence. He just thought that this person was a jumping clown, and it was okay to play with him.

"Want to die with a clear mind? I can tell you."

He responded in a deep voice, but he did not relax. He urged his spiritual power, and dozens of purple lights flashed. The swallowed earth spirits gathered strength around him, ready to completely annihilate Chang Qing at any time.

But Chang Qing seemed not to see it, just nodded slightly to Ling Yuwenyong, indicating that he should continue.

"Killing you has nothing to do with you. After all, you are just an insignificant waste. I am doing it for Changge."

"Changge? Because you already know his talent and want him to be the heir of the family?"

"If that's all, it's more than that, because Changge is my biological son."

"Oh?"

Chang Qing turned around and looked into the distance. The Yuguan Mountains were dark and snowy. He sighed.

"Unfortunately, your son is dead."

"You don't think I'd be stupid enough to devour him with the holy flesh, do you? He is connected to me by blood, and I had deliberately avoided him when I was controlling the holy flesh to devour the creatures of the Yuguan Mountains."

"That's not what I meant."

Chang Qing shook his head.

"I mean, your son is dead, killed by my own hands, right in the spirit vein. If you don't believe me... oh, yes, if you don't believe me, you can't see it either. When you get down there, you can ask him in person."

"What!"

Ling Yuwenyong was furious. Regardless of whether what Chang Qing said was true or false, it had touched his reverse scale.

"Die!"

He waved his hand, and the extinction strike of the earth spirits behind him was about to be launched.

But Chang Qing just smiled faintly.

He clenched his half-clenched hands into fists.

The next moment, there was a "puff".

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Ling Yuwenyong's mouth.

Dozens of purple lights behind him disappeared in an instant, and the blood mist in the sky exploded in front of Chang Qing. Ling Yuwenyong was like a sculpture, standing still.

His body quickly collapsed, and countless limbs and flesh fell to the ground. His flesh and blood were like slugs that encountered salt, melting continuously.

Not long after, Ling Yuwenyong's body fell to the ground, and beside him, lumps of soft rotten meat, broken limbs, and absorbed imperial spirits were scattered all over the ground.

Blood flowed from Ling Yuwenyong's mouth. Obviously, the sudden peeling of the holy flesh caused him a lot of backlash. He fell to the ground and couldn't move for a while. As if he was struck by lightning, his face was full of surprise.

Chang Qing squatted down, urged his spiritual power, and condensed several ice blades in his hands, pressing against Ling Yuwenyong's body.

"Do you know why I tried my best to fight you even though I knew I couldn't win?"

Ling Yuwenyong didn't answer. He looked stunned as if he had been struck by lightning.

Seeing this, Changqing reached out and patted Ling Yuwenyong's face.

"Before I controlled the Bixue to find the Imperial Spirit, those few brief moments were your only"I'm waiting for the chance to kill me. What are you waiting for?"

After saying that, Chang Qing nailed several ice blades into Ling Yuwenyong's limbs, nailing him to the ground.

He has never been a person who gets carried away by success. Any action has its purpose.

So after killing Xiao Bingzhen, how could he let go of the good opportunity of Ling Yuwenyong falling into madness and being defenseless.

He used the Green Blood on Ling Yuwenyong at the first opportunity.

The palm that hit the female monster under Ling Yuwenyong was the one that launched the Green Blood.

He said to Ling Yuwenyong, "Today's battle has benefited a lot" is true.

Because he really Unexpectedly, the higher the level of cultivation, the longer it takes for the Jade Blood to work.

Unlike the black-clothed man in the previous life, Ling Yuwenyong is at the realm of a moment, and there are many complex spirits in his body. It takes a long time to find the special yellow spirit that controls the holy flesh.

So Chang Qing was forced to fight Ling Yuwenyong and delay time, just to wait for the Jade Blood to work.

And just now, the Jade Blood finally found the target to be hunted, and it only took a moment to poison the yellow spirit.

So Chang Qing was fearless.

"You...you! "

Ling Yuwenyong struggled but couldn't speak. He didn't understand what happened, only a deep sense of powerlessness.

Chang Qing was not an indecisive and arrogant person. Although his spiritual power was almost gone, he did not hesitate to condense four ice blades again and pierced Ling Yuwenyong's shoulders and thighs respectively.

Ling Yuwenyong gritted his teeth and was still struggling, but he had already absorbed a lot of holy flesh, and now the holy flesh was suddenly stripped away, causing him to be seriously injured, and it was also the end of his strength.

The snow gradually became heavier. Chang Qing stood up, stepped on Ling Yuwenyong, used him as a stepping stone, and looked at the endless Yuguan Mountains.

The sky was covered with snowflakes, and the mountains looked desolate in the distance. The black and white colors between heaven and earth became more and more distinct, and they were intertwined.

"The snow covered the peaks, and the heart looked up at the sky after several reincarnations. The danger was so great that the sky was strong, and success or failure was not afraid of difficulties. "

The young man exhaled a breath of foul air, and his long hair fluttered in the cold wind, like a waving battle flag.

He lowered his head, looked at Ling Yuwenyong under him, and asked.

"Do you know why I don't kill you?"