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

Dian San flicked his finger, and two Heavenly Spirits hovered above his head.

"You are a little different from the ordinary evil ways. Even among the evil ways who are at the same level of the Nine Transformations of the Moment, you are the strongest one I have ever seen."

Although he said so, it was obvious that in order to build this sealing array to prevent Chang Qing from escaping, Dian San was actually ready to abandon the two Heavenly Spirits and no longer use them.

As he said this, he once again sacrificed two Heavenly Spirits from his body and suspended them in his palm.

"Your skills seem to be very good. They look like blood skills. They should be left by the famous Red Demon sixty years ago. Or, are you the Red Demon himself?"

Dian San fiddled with the Heavenly Spirit in his hand, with a playful expression.

"The entire Yuguan Mountain Range has been completely lifeless. It was your work. I guess you have managed to trap the people of the Netherworld Department in that inheritance. Why, do you want to use this as a hostage to trade with me?"

Chang Qing had an indifferent expression and did not respond.

"How about it, Chi Mo, I'll give you one last chance to think about it. If you help me get the inheritance of the Sea of ​​Desolation, I can give you a quick death. If you can also hand over your inheritance to me and give up your own skills, I can even consider sparing your life."

Perhaps all the venerables are like this, or in the eyes of these high-ranking people, whether it is mortals or those cultivators who are like ants, their lives are not worth mentioning.

Sometimes even Chang Qing himself can't tell who is the righteous and who is the evil between him and them.

But he can be sure that no matter whether he is righteous or evil in his heart, Dian San will never let him go. The righteous regards the evil as a mortal enemy, and the evil will often cut the grass and root it out without leaving any disaster.

Chang Qing naturally didn't believe this hypocritical pie. He had a blank expression on his face and only asked Dan Ji in his heart.

"Without the Yuling that controls gravity and absorbs attacks, will my chances of winning be slightly higher?"

Dan Ji's voice was also low and solemn at this time.

"The difference between the Venerable and Xu Yu seems to be only a hair's breadth, but in fact, there is a world of difference, a difference between immortals and mortals. Even if you are less than two Heavenly Spirits, you will be easier to deal with, but the gap between you and him is still a world of difference."

Her thoughts were not optimistic.

Chang Qing did not care. He once again condensed four blood swords in his hands, surrounded by broken sword fragments, ferocious and terrifying.

"How can we know if we don't try?"

After thinking in his mind, Chang Qing suddenly kicked his legs, and the whole person rushed towards Dian San fearlessly like a cannonball.

Although the power of the holy flesh is extremely strong, and there are more powerful offensive means among the many imperial spirits swallowed, Chang Qing still chooses to rely on his own strongest swordsmanship to fight Dian San.

Even if there are other higher-grade weapon spirits among the absorbed imperial spirits, Chang Qing still uses the sword formed by the fusion of the blood blade spirit and the broken sword spirit as a weapon.

The biggest advantage of his four hands and four swords is that there is no obstruction between the blood blades. When the blood blades in his hands collide with each other, they will pass through each other as he wishes, forming the effect of four hands and four swords, just like four people attacking at the same time.

Seeing Chang Qing rushing over, Dian San just shook his head a little helplessly, and a sky spirit flashed in his hand. Chang Qing suddenly realized that his speed began to slow down.

The strange thing is that he did not feel the slightest pressure, but he became slow uncontrollably. As his distance from Dian San got closer and closer, his speed became slower and slower, until it was extremely slow.

Four blood swords with flying fragments slashed at Dian San from different directions at the same time. Originally, it was an unavoidable attack with no dead angles, but at this time, because of the influence of the strange sky spirit, it became like dancing in front of Dian San, which seemed extremely ridiculous.

Dian San raised his hand calmly, and another imperial spirit was activated. The imperial spirit only generated a dark sphere in his hand, as big as a human head, flew out of his hand and rushed straight towards Chang Qing.

In Chang Qing's eyes, the speed of the black ball was not fast, but as he got closer to Dian San, his speed had slowed down to the same level as that of an old man, and he had no way to avoid it.

He gritted his teeth and did not plan to dodge, and continued to raise his sword to slash at Dian San.

The next moment, the black ball went straight through the four blood blades in front of Chang Qing and sank directly into Chang Qing's chest.

There was no sound of flesh being torn or blood splattering. The black ball was like a piece of rubber, and it wiped out the four blood blades in front of Chang Qing's chest and his arms and chest, leaving only a large round hole.

But Chang Qing did not retreat at all. To Dian San's surprise, Chang Qing continued to move forward and was going to stab Dian San with the bones of his four broken arms.

Even though the speed was slow, Chang Qing's bones were already close to Dian San, but Dian San still did not retreat.

He hooked his finger, and the flying black ball turned and flew back to him, this time aiming at Chang Qing's head.

The black ball flew silently again and returned to Dian San's body., suspended in his palm.

Chang Qing's head had disappeared, leaving only a neat, smooth but hideous crescent-shaped wound on his chest and shoulders.

Dian San moved his fingers slightly, the black ball disappeared, and Chang Qing no longer stagnated in the air, but fell down.

With a "thump", Chang Qing fell to the ground, leaving a pool of blood.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Dian San shook his head and sighed, muttering.

"It's a pity that the Red Demon Blood Method has been lost from now on..."

But before he finished speaking, he suddenly stepped back and avoided the shocking attack.

In front of him, a bone spur was suspended, and its source was the tail of the corpse that had fallen to the ground.

The Tianling in his hand emitted golden light, and a trace of cold sweat flowed down Dian San's forehead. Just now, he thought Chang Qing was dead, so he put away the Yuling, but he almost capsized in the ditch.

Fortunately, he activated the Heavenly Spirit in time to slow it down, otherwise he would have been easily attacked by his tail stab.

At his feet, Chang Qing's headless body suddenly pushed the ground with four hands. Although the speed was slow, the huge force was still there. Although the speed was very slow, he was also retreating. As the distance between him and Dian San continued to increase, his speed began to become faster and faster until he recovered to normal.

Chang Qing quickly got up. The big hole on his chest and the missing head recovered quickly under the treatment of the Blood Demon Spirit. He took a few more steps back, and his heart was alarmed.

"This venerable's means are too strong. His other two Heavenly Spirits seem to be more difficult. One will slow down. The closer you are to him, the stronger the slowing effect. You can't get any advantage in close combat with him. The other Heavenly Spirit can create that strange black ball. Anyone who touches the black ball will disappear."

Chang Qing, who has always been confident, also feels particularly difficult at this moment.

"If you fight against a cultivator in his formation, most cultivators of the same realm will suffer. You must come up with a surprise move. Can your Jade Blood kill his Imperial Spirit?"

Dan Ji asked in a deep voice.