"Seniors, do you want me to seal the magic sword with my own strength? Wu Ming clasped his hands into fists and refused the errand without hesitation.

I have my own things to do, but I don't have the time to care about the life and death of the world, besides, how can I seal the magic sword that I can't do with so many powers.

The robed Confucian shook his head, and then continued: "We are not discussing this matter with you, but informing you that you have no choice, and that when you enter this room, you have only two paths to take, either you will die in battle among the eight, or you will become a bondage.

Also, you are only a binder, not the one who seals the magic sword, you need to carry the magic sword and the eight artifacts to walk in the world, you need the eight heirs of the artifact to recognize the master, cultivate them, follow them, until they have the strength to seal the magic sword, then you can let go of the magic sword on your body and restore your free body.

In order to compensate you and improve your chances of survival, we will teach you a martial art from each of us, and you can use the eight-handled artifact, as long as your strength is enough, okay, the explanation is almost over, let's get started. ”

The long-robed Confucian didn't even give Wu Ming a chance to refuse, and pointed directly at his forehead, and a beam of light shot into his mind, Wu Ming suddenly lost his sense of self, and the whole person was immersed in the sea of knowledge, and comprehended that kind of martial arts.

The other seven followed suit, and their own martial arts were buried in his sea of consciousness, waiting for him to slowly comprehend.

Looking at Wu Ming, who was standing still in the room, a figure holding a python in his arm couldn't bear to speak: "Wouldn't it be too cruel for us to do this, he is just a child, the seal is just a scam, and he will only live worse than die in the end." ”

"Cruelty? When the eight of us used our good lives to seal this sword, why didn't anyone think we were pitiful?" The figure of a fiery red bird parked on his shoulder seemed to be resentful, and his words were not angry.

On the side, wearing a Taoist robe, the figure holding the Dao sword also spoke: "That's right, we are also for the sake of future generations for thousands of years, no one will sacrifice their lives in vain to seal the magic sword, and the mistakes made by those people ten thousand years ago should not be borne by the cultivation geniuses of future generations." ”

The figure in silver and white armor clenched his fists with both hands and shouted: "Yes, those old guys with no face and no skin, obviously they are wrong, and they have to blame the sword for making up such a lie to save the world, ruining one good man after another, if it weren't for the fact that we couldn't turn back when we knew the truth, I really wanted to pull those old guys out of the coffin and beat them." ”

Compared with the complaints of a few people, the figure surrounded by two carps beside him was much calmer, and he just asked the long-robed Confucian lightly: "Brother Ming, how sure is this matter that can be successful, this child is also pitiful, don't catch up with him and achieve nothing, it's not worth it." ”

"Don't worry, we are just chess pieces for a thousand years, but they have long been decayed, and it is our turn to hold the chess pieces and take them into an army. The long-robed Confucian said lightly, as if he was smiling a little.

The figure with a long knife at his waist stepped forward, and it was actually a woman, looking in the direction of Wu Ming, and said in a gentle tone: "It's a pity that we don't have the opportunity to see the day when this child grows up, I just hope he won't blame us in the future." ”

The figures of the eight people gradually disappeared, only the figure shrouded in black robes didn't say a word, in the room, the eight statues broke inch by inch, and after the eight chains in the heart were broken, they were all wrapped around Wu Ming's body, and even the giant sword was carried behind his back.

The entire room rose into the air and shrunk into a box about five feet long in the air, and the seven artifacts scattered on the ground flew into the box on their own and entered the different compartments, and the box fell, standing in front of Wu Ming's body.

The pattern on Wu Ming's arm emitted a faint glow, and the seven corpses around him began to be covered in blood, slowly flowing into Wu Ming's body, and at this moment, he was immersed in his own sea of consciousness, comprehending the eight-style martial arts.

In the sea of knowledge, the soul power transformed by his spiritual power is still just a fog, and it needs to wait until after the innate realm to condense the soul power and become the soul.

In Wu Ming's sea of consciousness at the moment, there are eight suspended papers, on which eight martial arts are recorded, namely "Returning to the Underworld Slash" with the long sword Holy Tu, "Imperial Sword Technique" with Dao Sword Wuwei, "Gathering Spirit Starburst" with the spear Nine Dragons chasing the phoenix spear, "Swimming Fish Body Method" with double swords returning to the Yuan, "Yan Hui" with the long knife to break the crime, "Piercing Yang" with the light crossbow and red kite, "Landslide" with sword and shield Xuanwu, and "Shadow Attack" with the cloak Night Demon.

Eight types of martial arts, Wu Ming didn't know how many styles to learn before he could leave Zhihai, he could only desperately write down the content above, an hour later, he finally memorized all the content, and the paper disappeared, Wu Ming was able to withdraw from Zhihai, and when he opened his eyes, he was on the edge of the Fog Hidden Mountain Range, with a box about five feet long standing in front of him, and the strange giant sword behind him.

Eight chains, tying Wu Ming and the giant sword together, as soon as he reached out to take it, he took the giant sword off his back, and even the chains were loosened from his body, and quickly wrapped the giant sword tightly, the giant sword was about six feet long and about one and a half feet wide, the sword body and the hilt were integrated, they were all unified black, no blade and no blade, not so much a sword, more like an iron plate with a handle.

"I don't know what the name of this sword is, otherwise, it's better to call it nameless, it's the same as my name, and we may have to stay together for a long time in the future, so please take care of it." Wu Ming muttered, he liked this giant sword more than those artifacts, not only because it saved him at a critical moment, but also because he didn't know why, he had a natural affinity with this sword.

took out a strong suit from the ring space and put it on, and then put the giant sword behind his back, The chain immediately spread out and wrapped around Wu Ming's body, carrying the giant sword on his back, and reaching out to pick up the box that was about five feet long and one foot wide.

The box is black as a whole, with dark red patterns, supplemented by light silver and light gold, which looks very mysterious, on the side of the box, there are two small characters composed of dark gold patterns - Qianji, since I woke up, there is a faint connection with the seven artifacts, as long as I want, you can use the seven artifacts to fight.

Gently patted the box, the head of the box was immediately opened, and the long knife flew out of the box and landed in his hand, and the machine spirit jumped out of the knife and roared in a low voice towards Wu Ming.