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

The old man's words made everyone shudder.

The most terrifying thing is not the reversal of emotions, but that at the same time, he still retains the distinction between right and wrong.

Protecting everything you love deeply can only bring endless pain, while killing your loved ones with your own hands can bring the greatest joy.

It's simply worse than death.

"Master, please go."

Huo Jiutian grabbed his hair, his expression was hideous and painful.

"Please go, let me stay alone, forever, forever in this snowy mountain where no one has set foot, let me become a stone, forever, forever, without sadness or joy, please!"

He said this with difficulty.

The old man shook his head,

"We can't let this dangerous imperial spirit stay in the world. If it is allowed to spread, the world will be in chaos. Xiaojiu, I'm sorry."

"Do it!"

"Hahaha, come, come, let me kill you!"

Seeing a group of righteous monks attacking him, Huo Jiutian returned to his previous madness and rushed towards the crowd.

......

Chang Qing didn't know how many years he had been tortured like this.

All the pain that Huo Jiutian had experienced was experienced by him.

He killed his beloved wife and daughter with his own hands, and killed his entire clan.

In the battle on the top of the snowy mountain, he survived and killed all the righteous people who surrounded him.

And then he lived alone in this snowy mountain for hundreds of years, until the world changed and time passed, trying to blunt his heart into a stone.

It's a pity that he failed.

In the end, the rising star of the righteous path, the pride of the Huo family, and the saint of the Tianhuang realm, became a notorious flower thief.

He found that only by indulging in the lust that had already bored him could he bring himself a moment of peace and relaxation.

He also transformed the immortal fate of the cultivation method into a love fate that could absorb the other party's cultivation from intercourse and nourishment.

The evil saint of flowers, the infamy is finally established.

After experiencing all this, Chang Qing could hardly tell who he was, whether he came to undergo the test, or he was Huo Jiutian, who had experienced the hardships and ups and downs of this life.

Until the end of his life, he gathered all the souls of the beauties he had collected in this life together, fused the essence of the flowers with poison, refined batches of foreign demons, and put them in the prepared inheritance place, the Hundred Flowers Cave, so that they could continue to reincarnate, and he would indulge in it every day until he died.

What a cowardly life.

Chang Qing opened his eyes, and Huo Jiutian's life disappeared like a cloud of smoke. He was still sitting on the throne in the Caiyunjian Hall. Luo Hongyan was standing beside him, looking anxious.

Seeing Chang Qing open his eyes, she said happily.

"Great, you finally woke up."

Chang Qing stood up a little dazed and looked around.

"Is... I succeeded?"

"Well, you slept on this throne for three whole days, and finally got this inheritance."

Chang Qing shook his head, feeling as if he was in another world.

There was a petal-shaped mark on his wrist, which was the symbol of inheriting the inheritance.

"Okay, let's leave here without delay." Chang Qing said, holding Luo Hongyan's hand and preparing to activate the Hundred Flowers Order.

In an instant, he frowned.

A feeling of disgust and chill crawled all over his body.

Originally, Luo Hongyan's soft and delicate palm seemed to be a bunch of disgusting maggots in his hand. The faint fragrance on her body also became smelly in Chang Qing's feeling.

He turned his head to look at Luo Hongyan's face. Luo Hongyan was also looking at him. At this time, this face that he thought was extremely beautiful and never tired of looking at made him feel particularly disgusted, almost to the point of vomiting.

What's going on!

Luo Hongyan also stared at him for a long time and asked.

"Changqing, what's wrong, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing."

He still took Luo Hongyan's hand and activated the Hundred Flowers Order in his hand.

The two were teleported to the foot of a mountain, and Luo Hongyan asked tentatively.

"Changqing, you...are you still willing to go back to the family with me?"

"Of course."

Chang Qing held on and touched her head.

"Didn't we agree on this? Why, do you want to go back on your word?"

"No way." Luo Hongyan took his hand, "This road is long, you must think it through."

"I'll stick with you till the end."

But when he said these words, Chang Qing felt annoyed with Luo Hongyan all the time.

It wasn't the kind of impatience between lovers quarreling or losing their temper, but real annoyance, disgust, and even hatred, as if the girl in front of him was an enemy that he wanted to kill immediately.

......

AlthoughAlthough he did not change his mind, he never changed his mind.

In this way, he followed Luo Hongyan through mountains and rivers and finally returned to her family.

After contributing the inheritance of Baihua, Luo Hongyan also got a soul-cleansing spirit as she wished and gave it to Chang Qing, completely erasing his blood and poison cultivation.

He began to follow Luo Hongyan to learn the refining method. Although he was not talented, he relied on the advantages of his innate spiritual body and his diligence and hard work. In a few years, he barely caught up with Luo Hongyan in the speed of cultivation.

During this period, the two of them also left the family, traveled around the world, collected refining materials, entered the inheritance, and found opportunities.

But...

Disgust, hatred, torture.

As long as he was with Luo Hongyan, even if he just thought of her in his heart, Chang Qing felt miserable.

It happened that he always matched Luo Hongyan's quiet and elegant temperament. He always had a blank expression, like a cold-faced guard beside Luo Hongyan.

Only when he got along with other people would he be much more natural.

He was cold-hearted by nature, and he was indifferent to ordinary people.

This made him feel much more comfortable.

In this way, many years passed, and the two of them became masters of the Qianqiu realm with extraordinary attainments in alchemy. They were often inseparable from each other and were called the Luo family's noble couple by the world.

......

"Changqing, take the young lady away quickly!"

"We can't hold on for long! What are you still hesitating about!"

The evil master who was stepping on the corpses of countless clansmen glanced at Changqing and said with interest.

"Interesting, you kid, you have a devil in your heart."

He stepped on the head of the Luo family and laughed.

"If you can follow me, I can spare your life."

The seriously injured Luo Hongyan gritted her teeth and said, "Devil, let go of my father, come at me if you dare."

The evil master urged the imperial spirit and hit Luo Hongyan. Luo Hongyan vomited blood and flew backwards. Chang Qing rushed forward and used the healing spirit to heal her.

"It seems that it is not easy to live under someone else's roof. Now that this woman is in danger, you are uncontrollably ecstatic, and your expression of gloating is almost overflowing this face."

The voice of the evil master made Chang Qing stunned. He looked at the dying Luo Hongyan, and saw himself smiling hideously like a devil in the reflection of her pupils.

Yes, indescribable excitement and joy were filling his whole body, making him almost explode with joy. He didn't know why he felt this way. From the time the clan leader who treated him like his own son was besieged by countless evil cultivators to the time when Luo Hongyan was seriously injured, this joy became more and more intense, making it difficult for him to suppress it.

"Come on, follow me to kill all these hypocritical righteous cultivators. We need the service of a genius in alchemy like you."

Xie Zun's voice was highly contagious, making him want to obey subconsciously.

Kill, kill Luo Hongyan, kill this person he hated so much. If he could kill her with his own hands, it would be such an irresistible pleasure!

Thinking of this, his hand had already been placed on Luo Hongyan's slender neck involuntarily. Compared with using the imperial spirit, it seemed that ending her life with his own hands could better satisfy his heart that had suffered from pain and torment for many years.