More than a hundred biological warriors, as well as the biochips that are perfectly implanted from his retina and fit together for life, are the best proof of this. With the help of this high-tech biochip, Wu Song can not only directly transmit commands to more than a hundred biological warriors, control everything in the entire 'Hell' organization anytime, anywhere, but also have many magical functions.

Ding――――――

The elevator falls on the ninth basement floor and is finally opened. Wu Song's shoulders staggered, his slightly numb legs moved, and he walked out of the elevator. He can clearly feel that his physical condition is getting worse day by day.

Outside the elevator on the ninth floor, Wu Song was greeted by an old man over seventy years old, and beside the old man, there was also a young man with a small body and a black and red face.

This young man of about fourteen or fifteen years old had a slight resemblance to Wu Song between his eyebrows, and a pair of narrow and extraordinarily sharp eyes under his thick eyebrows. In addition to looking as excited as the old man, the young man was also dressed in a linen robe, and the white cloth on his head was very dazzling.

"Young master, do you really want to do this?" When he said this, the old man's gray eyebrows and beard trembled excitedly, and even on his purple-red face, there were slight twitches.

Wu Song raised his head and looked at the old man's eyes, and his heart shook slightly. If he remembered correctly, it was the first time since he could remember that he had seen such excitement on his weather-beaten face.

Those two deep-set eyes are not as deep and bright as usual. Yes, it's just muddy water. As an old man who has followed three generations of the You family, it is really difficult for him to be at this moment.

"Uncle Liu, it's come to this point, do you think I'll change my mind?"

Yes, as Wu Song said, the things he decided have never changed easily. Because he knew this, Uncle Liu's eyes became even more excited.

There was a trace of bitterness in his heart, but in order to avoid those unnecessary emotions, Wu Song understated it, and deliberately avoided the burning gaze of the old man. His gaze fell on the young man on the side, and then his brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of dissatisfied mood fluctuations inevitably appeared on his unfazed face, "Xiao Yu." I have already issued a strict order that no one is allowed to wear linen and filial piety for me. And I'm just your brother, you don't have to. ”

The black-faced young man, named Wu Yu, is Wu Song's sibling, the next generation of Wu family heads, and the successor of Hell Yama.

Hearing Wu Song's words with his own ears, the young Wu Yu seemed to be unable to control his emotions anymore. He knelt on the ground with a pop of his knees, and his handsome face distorted irregularly, and tears flowed down his face in an instant.

The only loved one is about to part, the grief in the heart. It was like a sharp blade, stabbing Wu Yu's internal organs fiercely. But as the next generation of Yama, he still tried his best to control his voice so that there would not be a trace of crying in his throat. said very tenaciously, "Brother, Xiao Yu didn't have a mother on the first day he came to this world. When I was three years old, I didn't have a father, you brought me up with your own hands, and everything I knew was taught by you. Today, though I can't stop you...... But no matter how light you go, for Wu Yu, the kindness you left behind is as heavy as a majestic Mount Tai! ”

Wu Yu's tears kept falling, and after saying these words, he also insisted on kneeling on the ground, and kowtowed to Wu Song three times, and the weight of the force even left clear blood marks on the hard cement floor.

At this moment, the cruel and stoic Yama Wusong couldn't bear to look at the Wu Yu on the ground.

He turned his head, closed his eyes slightly, and was silent for two minutes before he could control his emotions, then came back to his senses, turned his back to Wu Yu, and said indifferently, "Xiao Yu, you have to understand that there are some things that must be done by one of our brothers, and no one can replace them. When I was younger than you are now, I already provoked everything. The new biochip that has been implanted in your retina...... From now on, the inheritance of the Wu family, as well as the rise and fall of the organization, will all be handed over to you. ”

"People will eventually die, don't be sad that I am your brother."

Finally, after saying this, Wu Song glanced back at Uncle Liu, and first bowed slightly with the gift of a junior. Then from his voice, there was a hint of heartfelt pleading, "Uncle Liu, you have followed three generations of Wu family Yan Luo, Xiao Yu and he, I will entrust it to you......"

Receiving Uncle Liu's heavy nod, Wu Song quickly twisted his body, and without any more stopping, he took a big stride and quickly disappeared at the end of the aisle. In just a few tens of meters, Wu Song used almost all his strength to force himself, and turned a deaf ear to Wu Yu's heart-rending cries when he was emotionally broken.

"Brother--"

"Brother--"

"Brother--"

……

Wu Song's figure flickered, and the door at the end of the corridor closed gently.

"Xiao Yu has grown up, no matter how difficult it is, it's time to let go." Leaving behind his only sibling brother Wu Yu, Wu Song's heart was extremely unbearable, but for a long time, Wu Song wanted to know more, God, why did he treat the Wu family like this. Where is his father? He knows...... It couldn't be delayed any longer, because Wu Song couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't have a sudden seizure because of the refusal to use drugs. By that time, it would be too late.

For hundreds of years, there is a secret buried in the tenth layer, during this long time, some of the Wu family masters, including Wu Song's father, have disappeared here, the ultimate of all this, what is it? has always pressed on Wu Song's heart, and for a long time, he has been tormenting him mercilessly, making him insomnia for many days and nights.

"In addition to myself, there are also Liu Bo and Xiao Yu, in this world, there is no fourth person who knows that below the ninth layer of the 'Hell' headquarters, there is also this tenth layer."

Walking in a staircase that was both familiar and dark, Wu Song groped for the vague images in his memory, he turned on the staircase light in the staircase, but because the only light bulb in the stairwell on the tenth floor was very old, after Wu Song turned on the light, the light bulb was constantly flickering, and what was even more strange was that the light of the lamp changed from yellow to blue, from blue to red. The lights flickered incessantly, as if lightning was on the go.

The downstairs is narrow and narrow, and it looks a little dark and scary. But Wu Song didn't seem to care at all. On the contrary, there was still a trace of nervousness and excitement in his unfazed heart.

Now, at last, it's time to unravel the mystery. He's going to find out for himself......

"It's finally here! Standing here again. ”

Ten minutes later, standing on the tenth floor for the second time, Wu Song's mood was extremely complicated. Ten years ago, Wu Song had come here to bid farewell to the previous generation of Yama, his own father. Ten years later, Wu Song himself is standing here, in a pit, about to repeat what his father had done.

In the tenth layer of the world, there is not much space here. It can even be described as small. In front of Wu Song is a high platform, and there is only this high platform.

On the high platform, there is a mysterious altar, in the center of the altar, there is a piece of pure white jade with a diameter of one meter, exuding a milky white halo outward. Wu Song walked on the altar for the first time in his life, and he could not see the quality of the origin of this piece of jade, but could only feel the smooth surface of the jade like a water mirror by the touch of his hand.

Stretch out your palm. Concentrating and feeling the coldness of this piece of jade with his heart, Wu Song's face changed, and he secretly exclaimed in his heart. "This ...... It's a piece of jade! ”

The criss-crossing cracks on the white jade are as thin as hair, and under the smooth surface like a mirror, there are dense ** of blood, which are difficult to deceive Wu Song's mental perception and tactile sense.

"Ten years ago, there were many doubts that weighed on my heart. It's probably all clear by now. ”

Thinking of the bloody scene he saw with his own eyes ten years ago, Wu Song seemed to understand the good intentions of the previous generation of Yama and his father. Maybe he was the old man's intention. I just want myself to follow in his footsteps and be brave enough to find answers.

Thinking of this, I saw that Wu Song's face was as hard as iron, and with a movement of his wrist, an arc-shaped short blade immediately appeared in his hand. Looking from the bottom to the top, the texture of this short blade has perfect toughness, held in Wu Song's hand, its posture is perfect like the tip of a Grim Reaper's tongue.

"This poisonous dragon has been following itself for many years, and as a blade of punishment, it is stained with the blood of many members of the organization who have committed mistakes, but I didn't expect that one day it will also be stained with my own blood. …… I don't know if I'm doing the right thing or if I'm stupidly making a mistake. Wu Song's gaze wandered over the perfect posture of the poisonous dragon, and his heart was filled with a trace of bitterness, "It's time...... Now that the decision has been made, there is no room for reversal. ”

Greed for life and fear of death is not Wu Song's character at all, and self-harm is just a primitive pain, compared to the mental injury and the doubts that have accumulated in Wu Song's heart, it is not worth mentioning at all.

With a muffled snort, and the successive sword lights flashed, that red silence fell from mid-air, landed on the smooth white jade, and immediately bloomed with a large area of bewitching red lotus......

……………………

Considering Shakira's special background, Yang Jiangong had to design the plan more perfectly.

1 month later.

To the north of the ruined Silver Star City, on the cold and windy ice field, this year's snow layer seemed to be thicker and whiter than in previous years, setting off the ice on the river surface into a dark gray.

With his back to the glacier, although the snow was flying like a knife on the large dome of heaven above his head, he saw a group of half-grown teenagers, still not afraid of the cold, all naked, holding wooden swords, neatly arranged on the snow. According to Yang Jiangong's re-set plan, Shakira also became a member of the group. And he didn't know how long he was going to stay here, but Shakira didn't care, after these twelve years, he knew that only by becoming strong could he have the ability to find his father Wuyun Mountain.

The age of the children varied, numbering about two hundred, and in front of them stood four sturdy middle-aged men, who, like these children, were all naked, and wearing only a pair of leather pants that resisted wind and snow.

"If you want to be a Lol Cardin warrior, you must first not be afraid of the cold!" The middle-aged man with a cold face, his lowered eyelids, with a little indifference that rejects people, and the cold light in the corners of his eyes, is so strange, like a dagger, stabbing people's cheeks painfully.

All the half-grown children who listened to his instructions had bright and cold eyes and solemn expressions, and it could be detected from their preoccupied expressions alone, and every word spoken by the middle-aged man occupied a very heavy weight in the minds of these children.

A middle-aged man with a grim face, named Eevee. The other three middle-aged people standing beside him looked very similar, three siblings.

As Lol Cardin's finest warrior training instructor, Ibrahimovic has long been responsible for training and nurturing Lol Cardin's bloodline. In his eyes, every child here is the hope of the Glorious Legion of Lol Cardin.

"Always remember that you have the blood of the people of Lorkadan in your veins! As the descendants of the greatest warriors, you must inherit the glory of your ancestors. And to accomplish this mission, you must follow the oldest traditions and the most arduous training methods, exercise your body, strengthen your will, and eventually grow into a great warrior! ”

At this point, Eevee's indifferent voice paused deliberately, sweeping his gaze to the many half-grown children.

"Loel Cardin !!"

Until the children, shouting a loud warrior slogan. Eevee nodded in satisfaction and said, "Very good." ”

As Ibrahimovic believes, almost every good Lol Cardin man must start exercising from a young age.

This is a tradition of the Lol Cardan people, and it is a legal code that has been handed down from ancient times to the present day.

These 200 children, all between the ages of twelve and fifteen, can enhance their physique and hone their will to the greatest extent by training them in the cold on the ice field.

But it also needs to be gradual, take it slowly, and avoid impatience and want to achieve it overnight, which not only hurts the body, but also has a certain danger!

You know, it's dangerous to go straight to cold training without a certain amount of training, so before the age of twelve, it's usually adapting, and their parents are responsible for the daily training. It is only after the age of twelve that they will be uniformly accepted, and this hard-bodied training in the most arduous ice and snow will be placed under the control of Ibu.

With Eevee's slow-motion drills, the so-called cloud sword is to swing the sword around his head in a circle, and at the last moment of attack, in order to achieve the strongest increase in speed and strength. "The key point of sword practice is 'stability', if you want the sword to be stable, first of all, the 'heart' must be stable, if the heart is not stable, the momentum is not smooth, the sword in the hand is not stable, and many times, the sword head is floating. When practicing swords, it is often the most taboo to be impetuous. Therefore, to practice the sword is to train the heart. Yesterday we practiced the starting hand pose, and today we practiced the cloud sword. When practicing Cloud Sword, you must remember that no matter whether your sword blade is split or swept out, you must keep two words in mind, and that is 'borrowing momentum'! ”

Although the cloud sword is a basic sword skill commonly used in actual combat, it often has a hundred different effects when it is performed by a hundred people, and this is the difficulty of practicing the sword. (To be continued......)