Chapter 133: The Naive Wu Duxiu (Ask for Subscription!)
On Binggang Mountain, Gu Yue sat alone in front of the jade case, looking at a table full of heaven-level exercises, and her mouth couldn't close in shock.
Heaven-level exercises.
Any one of them will cause a bloody storm of heaven-level exercises outside, and Chu Ming actually took out a lot of them.
Who is Chu Ming?
Is the Ancient Martial Ancestor so entrenched?
Gu Yue suddenly felt that Chu Ming's identity was probably shocking, and entrusting Wuxi to him was really earned.
Moreover, with so many heaven-level exercises here, maybe you can try to continue cultivating.
Maybe you can break the shackles of life and increase your longevity.
Gu Yue's heart was full of enthusiasm, and after all the vicissitudes of life, he had never been as excited as he was today.
However, his broken arm had just been connected, and it was impossible for him to have the opportunity to cultivate in a short period of time, so he could only wait until the skill seal set by Chu Ming was lifted.
Lonely!
Gu Yue suddenly felt a little melancholy, and her life, which had always been ordinary, began to become anxious.
At the same time, in the sky, Chu Ming was flying in the sky with his feet on the dragon blue light sword, and there was a graceful girl standing behind him, who was Wuxi.
Chu Ming flew with Wuxi's sword, Wuxi's face was pale with fright, and he was hugging Chu Ming tightly at this time, for fear of accidentally falling.
Feeling the soft jade-like figure behind him, Chu Ming's heart was at ease.
He never imagined that one day he would be able to be so close to such a beautiful girl.
For the development of the Shuguang organization, talents are an indispensable part, and a smart woman like Wuxi can definitely become Chu Ming's right-hand man.
Chu Ming was in a good mood, the speed of the sword was getting faster and faster, and there was a layer of skill shield on the outside of his body, carrying Wuxi to travel in the sky at great speed.
At the same time, the top of Shu Mountain.
The battered Zhou Demon Tou exerted extreme speed and returned to the Shushan Sword Sect as soon as possible.
This is the branch of the Heavenly Demon God Sect, and when Wang Qiuyang was alive, he had already announced that the Shushan Sword Sect would return to the Zhou Demon.
Now that Wang Qiuyang is dead, he has cheated his disciples.
After Devil Zhou came back, he immediately found the person with the highest status in the Shushan Sword Sect at present, Wang Qiuyang's closed disciple, Wu Duxiu.
Now the Zhou Demon was seriously injured, not only did he spend a lot of strength, but his shoulder was hit by Chu Ming's Yang Finger, and the Yang Qi continued to erode his body.
The Heavenly Demon Divine Skill is Yin and Cold, and it happens to be restrained by the Yang Finger of the Extreme Yang, which makes the injury on his shoulder unable to recover for a long time.
Devil Zhou found Wu Duxiu, and the two met alone in the head room.
Zhou Demon is worthy of being an old guy who has been in the ancient martial arts world for many years, and his kung fu is superb, even if he is seriously injured and weak now, he still can't see the slightest abnormality on the surface.
Wu Duxiu was so frightened that his heart trembled, and he stood in place with his legs shaking, almost unable to stand.
"Looking at the entire Shushan Sword Sect in this seat, you are the only one with outstanding qualifications, are you willing to be the closed disciple of this seat?"
Zhou Motou said in a cold voice, and the words were full of unquestionable tones.
Hearing this, Wu Duxiu couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and asked: "What about my master? I have a master, and Wang Qiuyang, the head of the Shushan Sword Sect, is my master." β
Zhou Motou's eyes narrowed slightly, black flames rippled out of the corners of his eyes, and he said indifferently: "Your master is dead!"
"What?"
Wu Duxiu couldn't help but look shocked, and then changed in shock.
Isn't it okay in the morning?
Demon Zhou said coldly: "Your master died at the hands of the Ancient Martial Ancestor, and before he died, he begged me to take you as an apprentice, so that you could learn the ability to avenge him." β
"Master!"
Wu Duxiu choked up, tears coming out of his eyes.
Zhou Motou's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face showed displeasure.
Crying and crying, like a.
If it weren't for the fact that this seat was in dire need of healing, how could it be possible to talk so much nonsense to a stupid offspring of yours.
"Come, sit cross-legged here, and pass on to you the supreme martial arts of the Heavenly Demon God Sect. β
Zhou Motou said coldly.
When Wu Duxiu heard the words of supreme martial arts, his heart was shocked, and the grief on his face gradually dissipated.
"The supreme martial arts of the Heavenly Demon God Sect sounds very powerful, Master, don't worry, when the apprentice learns martial arts, I will go to avenge you!"
Wu Duxiu muttered to himself in his heart, and sat obediently on the carpet in the room.
Zhou Motou walked up to Wu Duxiu with a calm demeanor, and said in a calm voice: "Close your eyes slightly, let go of your heart, this seat will directly use the Daigo empowerment technique to teach you the top exercises of the Heavenly Demon God Sect." β
Wu Duxiu's spirits were greatly lifted, and his heart showed a touch of joy.
He had long heard that truly powerful exercises were not learned from books, but were transmitted in the form of empowerments.
Generally speaking, only when the strong men of the older generation are dying, they will use this method to simply and rudely improve the strength of their disciples.
He had always dreamed of meeting such a strong man, but he didn't expect that his dream was about to come true, and the person who gave him the empowerment was still an extremely powerful Heavenly Demon Ancestor.
Thinking of this, Wu Duxiu's heart was extremely excited.
"Hey, I'm going to get stronger. β
"I'm about to become a real powerhouse. β
"Following the Heavenly Demon Ancestor, I will soon be able to run rampant in the Ancient Martial Realm. β
Wu Duxiu's heart was full of joy, he sat cross-legged, his eyebrows were facing the sky, his eyes were tightly closed, and he let go of his mind according to the request of Zhou Demon.
Zhou Motou slowly walked in front of Wu Duxiu, stretched out a blood-stained finger, and gently pressed it on Wu Duxiu's eyebrows.
"Relax, this seat is now teaching you the exercises, the process may be a little painful, I hope you can persevere. β
Hearing Devil Zhou's words, Wu Duxiu gritted his teeth vigorously, and said secretly in his heart: "Don't worry, I can definitely hold on." β
Demon Zhou didn't expect things to go so smoothly, he found that the other party did not resist in the slightest, and immediately operated the Heavenly Demon Heart Devouring Dafa, and the cold energy poured into his body along the other party's eyebrows.
"It's cold, it's cold!"
Wu Duxiu sensed that an unfamiliar force had invaded his mind, and he instinctively wanted to mobilize his spiritual power to expel it.
However, he remembered the words of the Heavenly Demon Sect Master, and immediately tried to hold back.
"This is the Heavenly Demon Sect Master's empowerment for himself, and he must hold on. β
Wu Duxiu kept comforting himself and letting the other party's mental power rage in his mind.
Gradually, something went wrong.
After that strange force poured into his mind, he began to frantically invade all nerves, and launched a violent attack on his mental power.
Wu Duxiu was shocked, he fought back and found that it was too late.
The other party's unfamiliar energy has invaded the entire brain, and his spiritual power is like an outsider, and he can only tremble in front of this strange force.
A moment later, Wu Duxiu's tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and a wisp of demonic flame rose from the corner of his eye.
Wu Duxiu never thought that he, who thought he was going to reach the pinnacle of life, was actually controlled by Devil Zhou, and became the puppet of the other party from then on.
Things went unexpectedly smoothly, and Devil Zhou couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Wang Qiuyang is really good, he can actually cultivate such a stupid disciple."
There is no such thing as pie in the sky, naΓ―ve!"
Demon Zhou snorted coldly, and said in a cold tone: "Immediately arrange for ten young female disciples to be sent to my room tonight." β
Wu Duxiu's eyes flashed with a demonic flame, and he immediately took the order.