You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

The long green sword dragged on the ground, and with a flip of the wrist, it suddenly slashed upwards. A green sword energy nearly ten meters long rushed out and headed straight for Li Qinghe in the distance.

Li Qinghe's face was grim, and he knew that he had no chance of resisting this attack.

However, he was unwilling to admit defeat, and tried his best to inject the remaining strength in his body into the black flag, trying to raise a barrier with the black flag to resist this deadly attack.

However, the gap in strength was so great that the sword light instantly penetrated the black flag's defense, splitting it in two and completely destroying it.

The sword energy then hit Li Qinghe heavily.

At this moment, the blood-colored jade pendant worn on Li Qinghe's waist suddenly burst into blood light, defending itself and forming a solid blood-colored shield.

Although the shield withstood most of the power of the sword, Li Qinghe was still knocked back hundreds of meters, knocking down dozens of houses along the way, and the palace maids screamed one after another.

Changqing ignored the weakness of his own blood and spiritual energy and quickly ran towards the landing point of Li Qinghe.

When he arrived, he saw Li Qinghe lying on the ground trembling, his black imperial robe was torn to pieces, his golden crown was missing, his long hair was disheveled, and his eyes revealed fear and unwillingness.

Chang Qing stood in front of him coldly. With his spiritual eyes, he found that Li Qinghe's internal organs were full of cracks. At this moment, the serious internal injuries were taking Li Qinghe's life.

Although the blood-colored jade pendant could withstand the attack, the shock that followed made his already wounded body unable to bear it.

The heavy bleeding caused his life to slip away quickly, and even a god could not save him from such severe internal bleeding.

Changqing breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that a huge threat had been removed for the people of the world.

Li Qinghe struggled to open his mouth, but the blood blocked his voice. However, Chang Qing knew what he wanted to ask.

"Without spiritual roots, one will always be a mortal."

Chang Qing answered softly, then sighed and said seriously:

"The elixir is indeed miraculous, but the elixir you took is obviously for another purpose, not the elixir you claimed. If you don't fight me, you won't live for more than a few months. And..."

Chang Qing paused and continued, "Practice is indeed a shortcut."

Li Qinghe didn't say anything, but there was a glimmer of understanding in his eyes.

Then Li Qinghe's eyes became empty, and fragments of his life kept flashing before his eyes. He began to reflect on his own behavior. He found that what he had done had indeed deviated from his original principles and morals, but... it was all too late.

"Am I really wrong?" A few drops of blood flowed from the corners of Li Qinghe's eyes, maybe they were tears.

Suddenly, Li Qinghe's body began to tremble violently and arched backward, as if he was in great pain.

His eyes widened and he groaned in pain.

Changqing knew that this was a sign of the injury backfiring.

In just a few breaths, Li Qinghe's life force disappeared and he died in endless pain.

He wiped Li Qinghe's eyes and looked at the jade pendant on Li Qinghe's waist. This thing could actually withstand his full-strength attack. It seemed to be a treasure. Without hesitation, he took it off and put it in his arms.

Then he searched around again and found a book in Li Qinghe's arms, which was the magic of the skull.

Chang Qing opened it and glanced at it, frowning. In order to use the magic in the book, one needs to extract the blood of a living mortal, and the skull is the result of the fierce condensation of the resentment in the blood.

"What a pity! What a pity!"

Chang Qing shook his head, and a green flame ignited in his hand. In a moment, the book turned into ashes and was blown to the horizon by the wind.

Afterwards, he picked up Li Qinghe's body and returned to the bedroom where everyone was.

In front of the bedroom, officials and soldiers were talking among themselves.

Changqing's arrival made them feel shocked, grateful, and admiring, but more of a sense of fear.

They looked at the young immortal carefully, wondering what he would do next.

Chang Qing felt a little uncomfortable. He put down Li Qinghe's body. For a moment, no one came forward. Even the few soldiers who had a good relationship with him stood stiffly in place.

After all, the person in front of them was the legendary immortal. Facing this young-looking immortal, no one knew whether he would suddenly attack them next.

He looked at Yu Qingxi, and Yu Qingxi also looked at Changqing with an indescribable complexity.

Chang Qing smiled bitterly and said nothing more. He turned around and jumped onto the roof of the bedroom, away from Li Qinghe's body.

At this time, the people in front of the bedroom were looking at Li Qinghe lying on the ground.

They breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that the once-feared ruler had become a cold corpse.

Yu Qingxi walked forward tremblingly, lifted up Li Qinghe's body, and wiped the blood off his face.

The emperor of the past is gone, and what remains is just a demonic shell.

Chang Qing no longer paid attention to the situation below. His blood and spiritual energy had been exhausted and he needed to recover urgently.

He took out the spirit stone, closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing.

When my body was halfway recovered, a voice suddenly sounded in my mind:

"To forcibly intervene in the secular world, to use one's power to support the regime and eliminate evil thoughts, isn't this also a defilement of power?"

That was the voice of the inner demon. It appeared at this moment, as if mocking Changqing that everything he did was in vain.

Changqing's heart suddenly began to beat violently, his throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

He felt dizzy, his vision went dark, his feet slipped, he fell heavily from the roof and passed out.

Changqing's consciousness hovered on the edge and once again stepped into the pure and flawless white space.

That voice sounded in my ears, with a hint of teasing and temptation: "The best of both worlds? Does it really exist? Power and desire, they are inseparable twin flowers."

"Give up some unnecessary emotions and get rid of those initial intentions that get in the way. Only then can you use your strength more freely, live better, go further, and see a corner of the truth."

Changqing frowned, he was unwilling to accept such a point of view.

His original intention and his emotions are proof of his being a human being and the meaning of his existence.

However, when he opened his mouth, he found that he could not make a sound.

Yes, after defeating the emperor, Changqing realized that there were problems with his approach.

If we follow the logic of power, we only need to get rid of the emperor to avoid the sacrifice of countless innocent people. This method is more direct and effective.

"Do not……"

Changqing uttered the word with difficulty, his voice filled with endless struggle and confusion.

He looked at his hands, those hands that once brought him strength, but now seemed to be pulling him into the abyss.

This is a paradox of thought, and Chang Qing's heart is full of struggles and contradictions. He doesn't know how to choose, what to insist on, and what to give up.

However, after a long period of silence and thinking, Changqing in the white space sighed slightly.

He figured it out. It's not difficult to admit mistakes, but it's difficult to accept and correct them.

He is still the same Evergreen with original intention and emotion, and he has never changed.

Changqing finally understood why the people in the mountains always avoided the world again and again.

This power is a calamity for himself and the world. Whether to get lost in it or stay away from it, the people in the mountain have already given the answer.

The mortal world and spiritual practice are two different worlds after all.

"The affairs of the mortal world are under the jurisdiction of the Mortal Emperor."

He just wants to pass on his ideas and let knowledge take root and grow in people's hearts.

The moment he figured it all out, Changqing's heart seemed to be revived and beat strongly, as if it was about to break through his chest and announce his new life to the world.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, allowing his emotions and thoughts to resonate with the power within him.

The spiritual power seemed to have life and flowed happily in his body.

Feeling the strange changes in his body, Chang Qing looked around the white space and said softly:

"You, aren't actually a demon, right?"

The voice came faintly from a corner: "Inner demon? Maybe, maybe not. Remember, human nature has too many loopholes, you have to leave some space."

Reserve some space?

This left Chang Qing confused. When he was about to ask more, he found that he had been kicked out of this space and returned to his body.

He curled his lips, thinking that he had not had time to thank the inner demon for giving him this opportunity.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a strange and gorgeous environment.

The surrounding area is decorated with exquisite patterns. The tall palace pillars are inlaid with golden flying dragons, and glittering silk curtains hang on both sides, making the whole room luxurious and elegant.

He looked down and saw a soft bed covered with a gorgeous quilt beneath him. The comfortable feeling still lingered on him.

Changqing immediately realized that he was in the imperial palace.

He didn't know how he got here, but he clearly remembered his previous experiences and the conversation with his inner demon in that white space.

He looked around, however, in this huge palace, there was no one except him.