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

After saying this, veins were crawling all over Ling Yuwenyong's face. All his anger and hatred in his life had reached the peak.

Without any concealment, he directly accumulated strength from his palm again. A purple light flashed, and a ground spirit shone. Then countless water droplets condensed in the air and attacked Changqing together, blocking all his retreat routes.

Changqing did not dodge, but let countless water droplets pierce his heart, making his body like a sponge, full of holes.

"Even if the poison doesn't work on you, so what!"

Anger and hatred instead aroused Ling Yuwenyong's fighting spirit. At this moment, he no longer had any other ideas, and just wanted to cut Changqing into pieces.

"What can you do! Ah? Even if I am exhausted, I am still in the realm of Xuyu. Killing you is as easy as pie!"

After saying this, Ling Yuwenyong continued to attack, and raindrops kept coming, hitting Changqing's body almost to pieces.

But Chang Qing, whose body was already covered with wounds, just stood there without the slightest hesitation. Fine scarlet tentacles emerged from his wounds, intertwined like mending, and instantly healed his wounds.

When the Blood Demon Spirit is fully activated, it can exert a strength that is not inferior to the realm of Xu Yu. The only disadvantage is that it consumes too much blood and energy, and other imperial spirits cannot be used when using the Blood Demon Spirit.

So just now, after Chang Qing was deliberately attacked by Ling Yuwenyong with the poisonous spirit, he first activated the Devouring Spirit to absorb spiritual power. When his life was in danger, he activated the Blood Demon Spirit to barely hang on to his life, and then immediately continued to activate the Devouring Spirit.

Although the black evil poison is strong, it is a body poison after all. As long as it is a body poison, let alone the black evil, even the condensed frost cold marrow can only be an excellent nutrient for restoring spiritual power in front of the Devouring Spirit.

Chang Qing was already exhausted at that time, but he believed that as long as he acted calm and confident, so as to make Ling Yuwenyong afraid and anger him, Ling Yuwenyong would definitely use his strongest killing move.

Ling Yuwenyong not only practiced the family's water method, but his experience in Baihua Cave must have made him master poison method. Chang Qing was betting that Ling Yuwenyong's strongest method was poison method, and that hatred would make Ling Yuwenyong want to use the most cruel poison method to retaliate against himself.

So he pretended to be profound, he was arrogant and underestimated the enemy, and even recited a poem, but in fact, he was just setting a trap for Ling Yuwenyong.

Fortunately, he bet right.

"Ling Yuwenyong, don't waste your energy, you can't kill me."

Chang Qing waved his hand, his head was also full of holes, and it was recovering rapidly at this moment, and finally the expressionless and gloomy face appeared again.

"I didn't kill you just now because I was waiting for you to poison me. But now, if I want, I can kill you at any time. But do you know why I still don't kill you?"

Chang Qing's question did not allow Ling Yuwenyong to think. He was only surprised at Chang Qing's terrifying recovery ability at the moment. The huge sense of oppression made him randomly throw all kinds of attacks from the imperial spirit at him.

But this was obviously useless. The blood demon spirit had amazing recovery ability. No matter how he used it, the scars on Chang Qing's body would be restored in an instant.

"Monster! You monster! Die!"

Ling Yuwenyong couldn't help but step back half a step and roared. His attack had no rules. He only knew to use up all his spiritual power without any scruples.

And Chang Qing just walked step by step, letting his body be riddled with holes, and did not dodge at all.

"Don't come over! Don't come over! You monster!"

Ling Yuwenyong's voice changed from an angry roar to a weak shout.

It was not until he and Ling Yuwenyong met eyes, and the scarlet eyes and Ling Yuwenyong's shrunken pupils were so close that Ling Yuwenyong finally stopped attacking.

"Don't, don't kill me..."

His legs softened and he knelt on the ground subconsciously.

No wonder he was like this. This strange young man in front of him did too many things beyond common sense. Not only was it shocking, but it also gave people a sense of invincibility.

"The Netherworld Division, the revenge of the Netherworld Division is coming soon. There are also several judges and the Venerable. Even if you kill me, you can't survive. Don't kill me, don't kill me. I can let you live."

"Is that so..."

Chang Qing was unmoved. Under the influence of the blood demon spirit, he was tall, his eyes were red, silver threads were flying, and scarlet tentacles were moving all over his body. He was majestic, like a demon god descending to the world.

He stopped and looked down at Ling Yuwenyong on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice.

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

Seeing that he asked the same question, Yu Wenyong's thoughts raced, and he quickly offered a plan to save his life.

"I know a secret passage that leads directly to Yuguan Mountain. No one knows it except me. Spare my life, otherwise the Netherworld will come to hunt us down at any time, and we will all die."But Chang Qing shook his head.

"I am not satisfied with this answer."

After saying that, the scarlet tentacles wrapped around his arms intertwined and turned into sharp blades, which were placed on Ling Yuwenyong's neck.

Ling Yuwenyong only felt a heat on his neck, and when he looked sideways, he saw blood flowing.

"Kneel down and bury your head."

Chang Qing said in a deep voice.

Ling Yuwenyong did not dare to disobey, and could only kneel down with humiliation, knocking his head heavily on the ground, and continued to speak.

"The matter has become so serious, do you think you can still retreat? If you kill me, you may not be able to escape from the Yuguan Mountains alive... uh..."

With a "puff", Ling Yuwenyong's eyes suddenly widened.

A piece of ice blade pierced his chest from behind.

Ling Yuwenyong held the ice blade in front of his chest, raised his head with difficulty, and showed an unbelievable look.

"You..."

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face full of astonishment.

But Chang Qing in front of him had already removed the transformation of the blood demon spirit and returned to the appearance of an ordinary boy. He held the ice blade in his hand and his face was calm.

"You never answered my question correctly until you died..."

After that, he shook his head, pulled the ice blade out of Ling Yuwenyong's chest, and threw it aside.

Ling Yuwenyong was dying, but he still gritted his teeth and said unwillingly.

"Ling Yu Changqing... If you kill me, you can't survive. There is no way out. You will be torn into pieces by the Netherworld Department. It's worse than death."

"Hahahahaha..."

Chang Qing suddenly laughed up to the sky, his voice cut through the wind and frost, penetrated the sky, and reached the sky.

He suddenly stopped laughing and said proudly.

"Netherworld Department? I let them die with you, okay?"

After that, he suddenly opened his clenched fist and raised it high in the air.

In his hand, he held an ordinary yellow spirit.

But Ling Yuwenyong suddenly opened his mouth, letting the blood flow out of his mouth, revealing an expression far more shocked than when he was hit by the ice blade.

"This... This is impossible!"

In an instant, invisible fluctuations came from the top of Yuguan Mountain, and even the wind and snow in the sky seemed to be still in mid-air.

"Holy flesh! Help me!"

As Changqing shouted loudly, the next moment, the flesh and blood scattered all over the top of the mountain actually rose into the air with the fluctuations centered on the yellow spirit in Changqing's hand, and hovered around him.