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

But Chang Qing just gently clenched his hand, and the ice blade wrapped around his fist, and the holy meat was also wrapped in it, so that he could no longer struggle.

Looking at Xiao Feng rushing over, he just stretched out his other hand.

In an instant, Chang Qing's palm went straight into Xiao Feng's chest.

With a "puff".

Xiao Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes widened, and he tightly grabbed Chang Qing's arm.

"No..."

He was about to say something, but suddenly he wailed in pain, his voice was heartbreaking, with a weird, as if it was not a human scream.

With a "crash", Chang Qing's arm was bloody, and he was holding a meat ball in his hand, and forcibly pulled it out of Xiao Feng's body.

The meat ball drilled out of the big hole in Xiao Feng's chest, and a lot of rotten meat and broken bones fell out with it.

Xiao Feng's mouth still made that weird and painful cry, but Chang Qing did not react at all, just pulled it out with force.

As he exerted force, several strange tentacles growing on the flesh ball also drilled out of the blood hole.

Those tentacles twitched wildly, and some of them clung to Chang Qing's arms, as if they were randomly looking for some places to absorb or drill into.

"No... Impossible! Why do you know the means of soul magic! Why... Why can you directly peel me, a spirit body, from my flesh body..."

Xiao Feng struggled with all his strength, but his voice was extremely weak, with disbelief and suffocation.

Chang Qing just shook his head.

He didn't know any soul magic.

He just used his hands to forcibly pull the flesh ball out of Xiao Feng's body.

Or, he was just pulling the real "Xiao Feng" out of the body that was parasitized by it.

But Xiao Feng actually believed that this was some kind of soul magic.

It seemed that he had no idea what he was now, and he was still paranoid that he had become a so-called spirit body.

That's right, the meat ball with tentacles he transformed into seemed to have no eyes, ears, or nose. If he was separated from his body, he would not even have the means to perceive the world. In his limited cognition, he could only regard himself as a spirit.

Ridiculous, pathetic, and lamentable.

"Xiao Feng, your persistence is really boring, but I don't hate it."

Although he said so, Chang Qing was merciless and continued to use force to pull out almost all of the meat ball. Only one tentacle on the meat ball remained stubbornly in his body, refusing to let go.

Xiao Feng's body had collapsed, his eyes were dull, but only his hands were left, still holding Chang Qing's wrist tightly, unwilling to let go.

Sure enough, until the last moment, he still did not give up.

His mouth opened mechanically, roaring hard, as if a corpse was shouting.

"I don't accept it! What did I do wrong? Why should I always look up to you young masters and set off your geniuses? Why can you easily get things, even things that are innate, but I can't get them no matter how hard I try!"

"Whether it is wealth, reputation, status, resources, achievements, or strength, I can't get them! I won't accept it! Damn God! Why do you treat me like this! I have made so many hard efforts! I have endured for hundreds of years! I have given up the price that ordinary people can't imagine! Isn't it enough!"

"I steal, I cheat, I rob, I take, but what's wrong with me! Why should I fail! In the past, when my things were taken away by others, why didn't anyone punish them! Is it because I am just a small person! Is it because I have no talent and no background! Is it because I deserve to be plundered and oppressed! Is it because... they are the righteous way!"

Xiao Feng's cry was heartbreaking, but it was obviously not for Chang Qing to hear.

He was shouting at those high and mighty people, at the so-called good and evil, at the world, and at the sky.

But at this moment, I'm afraid no one except Chang Qing cares.

Maybe even if there were others present, no one would care about his words.

Listening to his crying, Chang Qing's expressionless face rarely showed a trace of regret.

"Xiao Feng, I know that pity is also an insult to you. But I still want to say that you have won several times, and you won beautifully."

"Goodbye."

After saying that, Chang Qing kicked Xiao Feng's body fiercely, and at the same time, he pulled the meat ball out completely with his hand.

"Xiao Feng" was squirming frantically in his hand, but he was powerless to struggle, and could only make a weird sound, like a sharp resonance, which hurt people's eardrums.

Chang Qing clenched his palm with all his strength, and the meat group was immediately pinched into several pieces of minced meat, barely connected together, but "Xiao Feng" was so weak that he could not move.The "Feng" was still struggling, and its tentacles were still twitching wildly, like silent shouts.

To be on the safe side, Chang Qing took out something.

It was the dagger that Lan Shuang gave him.

The tip of the dagger was made of Lan Shuang's finger bones. If it was touched a little, it would be poisoned by the Frost Marrow Poison.

Chang Qing pulled out the dagger and gently scratched the meat ball.

The moment the dagger pierced the meat ball, the meat ball began to freeze into ice visibly from the wound.

In just a few breaths, it completely turned into a An ice sculpture.

Yes, the ice sculpture was not frozen stiff, but its flesh turned into ice.

Chang Qing squeezed it hard, and the ice sculpture turned into a pile of debris in his hand.

Without any hesitation, Chang Qing slashed the body on the ground, and after it turned into an ice sculpture, he crushed it with one foot.

He was very ruthless, fearing that there would be any disaster.

From then on, there was no Xiao Feng in the world.

Looking at the broken ice on the ground, Chang Qing couldn't help but murmured in a low voice.

"Xiao Feng, I will probably always remember that I defeated you, a powerful enemy, because you It's not just the holy meat that has brought you to this point today. You have done everything you can. If I don't have the ability to be reborn, I may not be able to do better than you..."

But he turned and showed a barely detectable smile.

"But without the holy meat, you probably wouldn't be able to cause me so much trouble. So, in the final analysis, I am still better than you..."

Maybe no one will understand, but this moment of whispering after defeating a strong enemy is the most relaxing, refreshing, and even happy time for Chang Qing. It is far from the excitement of winning a treasure or improving strength.

But immediately, he suppressed this emotion and looked up at the sky.

In fact, his execution of Xiao Feng was only a moment's work. At this time, Dian San was still observing him vigilantly.

Chang Qing knew why he didn't take action directly.

He also knew that the real battle had just begun.

Chang Qing looked at Dian San in the sky and said with a smile.

"Your Excellency, I guess you are waiting for someone? ”