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

Ling Yuwenyong did not answer. He lay on the ground in humiliation, his eyes bloodshot.

This ant-like boy was only worthy of crawling at his feet. No, he was not even worthy of his eyes. He was just an insignificant chess piece.

Compared with anger and unwillingness, he felt more despair.

Ling Yuchangge, his son, he had high hopes for him. Not only was Changge's top talent, but more importantly, it was the last bit of his humanity as a human being. He placed all his hopes on Changge.

If it was before, he would just think that Changqing was talking nonsense.

But now, he began to really doubt that Changge had been killed by him.

Despair, strong despair filled his heart. Ling Yuwenyong gritted his teeth and roared, and he actually broke free of all the ice blades inserted in his body, and even the flesh and blood around him were torn off.

He struggled hard, flipped Chang Qing off his body, and slapped Chang Qing's chest at lightning speed.

A purple light flashed, and Chang Qing felt a numbness in his chest. He supported himself with his hands, turned over and stepped back a few steps, looking at Ling Yuwenyong who got up from the ground with a cold look.

"Puff".

Without any warning, a mouthful of blood flowed from Chang Qing's mouth, which was a strange dark blue color.

"Uh..."

Chang Qing's eyes went black and he knelt on the ground.

His exposed skin was also all blue, which was obviously a sign of severe poisoning.

"Hahahahaha! Die! Die for me! Ant!"

Ling Yuwenyong laughed wildly and urged the earth spirit in his hand. Between his chest and Chang Qing's, a dark blue silk thread was connected, which was continuously injecting poison into Chang Qing's body.

"Wu Sha..."

Chang Qing forcibly suppressed the dirty blood that kept flowing out of his mouth, his eyes widened, and he murmured.

Wu Sha Ling, a mid-grade earth spirit, how could he not recognize it as he had the inheritance of Baihua.

Wu Sha's poison is a fierce body poison. The poisoned person will be black and blue all over, and eventually stiffen and die with blood circulation.

The most important thing is that Wu Sha's poison is like a yin and yang magnet. The poisoned place will continuously attract the surrounding Wu Sha's poison.

So although Wu Sha's poison is not a very toxic body poison, it is one of the most dangerous poisons. The poisoned person will become a magnet that absorbs Wu Sha, and the endless toxins will poison him to death sooner or later.

Ling Yu Wenyong pulled out an ice blade that was still stuck in his shoulder and walked towards Chang Qing step by step.

This young man who made people's backs cold like a cold-blooded poisonous insect finally exposed his embarrassed look in front of him. He saw white light flashing on his body, sitting cross-legged on the ground, as if he wanted to dissolve the toxins in his body, and struggling in vain.

"Since you have come out of the Hundred Flowers Cave once, you should not have forgotten that I also practiced love in the Hundred Flowers Cave. Poison is my trump card!" Ling Yuwenyong roared, as if he wanted to vent all his anger and unwillingness. But Changqing did not respond to him. He kept suppressing the dirty blood flowing out of his mouth, and the white light in his hand flashed, as if he was experiencing great pain and torture and persisting. "It's useless! You are going to die here! You must die here!" Ling Yuwenyong screamed madly, raised the ice blade, and stumbled towards Changqing. The feeling of falling from the sky to the bottom of the valley had already destroyed his psychological defenses, but he also knew that he was doomed to die today. From the moment he decided to do all this, he had already cut off all his retreats. He might still have a chance to survive after sacrificing the entire Yuguan Mountains, but he was doomed to die after killing so many judges of the Netherworld Department. Without the holy meat, he knew that he was just an ant in front of the Netherworld Department. But he didn't want to care about so much anymore. Wushaling was his strongest attacking means of practicing poison. He wanted to kill the damned boy in front of him at all costs and bury him with him.

For himself, and even more for his son.

No matter whether what Changqing said was true or not, as long as he could kill him, it was enough.

Thinking of this, Ling Yuwenyong had already pounced on Changqing, raised the ice blade in his hand, and stabbed it directly into Changqing's chest.

With a "puff", the ice blade went straight through his chest, but Ling Yuwenyong did not give up. He pulled out the ice blade with great effort and turned his hand to stab it into Changqing's abdomen.

Although Ling Yuwenyong was already at the end of his strength, he was still a strong man in the realm of Xuyu, and Changqing was even more exhausted than him, and could only be slaughtered.

After two cuts, Chang Qing's body was stained with dark blue blood, but he still maintained the posture of sitting cross-legged, clasping his hands together, trying to get rid of the black evil poison, struggling to hold on.

"Die! Die! Die!"

Ling Yu Wenyong clenched the ice blade and stabbed Chang Qing's body again and again, stabbing him like a hornet's nest, until the ice blade broke in the body, leaving only a short handle.

Ling Yuwenyong inserted the broken ice blade diagonally into Changqing's neck, but no blood spurted out. The young man in front of him was already dead or alive, and fell into a state of extreme poisoning. He kept sitting cross-legged, as stiff as a stone sculpture.

"Hu... Hu..."

Ling Yuwenyong fell to the ground and finally stopped urging the black evil spirit.

"Ha... Hahahaha... Hahahahahahaha..."

He laughed crazily, foolishly, and the short few moments seemed like a dream to him. It only took such a short time to go from a king who challenged the world to a beggar with nothing.

Ling Yuchangqing was undoubtedly his biggest enemy, but how did he do it, why did he do it, who was he...?

Ling Yuwenyong didn't know anything.

"Die...die, Ling Yu Changqing, you destroyed my hundred-year business, this is what you deserve!"

He shouted weakly, his voice full of confusion and fatigue.

But the next moment, his voice suddenly stopped, as if an invisible big hand had strangled his throat.

Chang Qing, who had already turned into a corpse, stood up without any warning.

He moved his stiff arms, and his skin quickly faded from blue and returned to its original appearance.

The countless wounds on his body also recovered in an instant, as if nothing had happened.

Chang Qing pulled out the hilt of the sword from his neck, threw it aside, and looked down at Ling Yu Wenyong.

"You are really stupid, you can make the same mistake twice."

"What...what..."

"Let me answer the question for you just now, do you know why I didn't kill you?"

Ling Yu Wenyong was unable to answer, he was already stunned.

"Because I have long guessed that the poison you practiced is your strongest killer move, your real trump card. In a rage, you will definitely use your strongest poison spirit to deal with me..."

The cold wind blew the snow all over the sky to the top of the mountain, and Chang Qing stood tall.

He suddenly smiled faintly, his voice was low, without sadness or joy, just like a casual greeting between old friends.

"This time I am waiting for the Devouring Spirit to help me recover my spiritual power, what are you waiting for?"