Chapter 1263

"Master? What is he talking about? Isn't his master the demon emperor Zhuo Yifan? "

When he raised his eyebrows, Yan Huang looked at the crowd strangely: "but the boy has been dead for thousands of years. How can Zhao Cheng call him taboo now?"

His beard trembled slightly. The sword emperor looked deeply at the black and rolling figure, thought a little, and nodded his head slightly: "I see. He became possessed by his martial arts practice, resulting in mental disorder. It seems that he has always been ashamed of Zhuo Yifan, so when he saw the illusion before his death and felt the heart of atonement, he would be called a taboo for the people who died. We don't have to take it seriously! "

Hearing this, everyone felt reasonable and nodded in agreement.

Indeed, when Zhao Cheng was a disciple, he deceived his teacher, destroyed his ancestors and betrayed his teacher. Although he gained the prestige of the demon emperor in exchange for the power of one of the princes, in his heart, his guilt for master should also be his heart knot.

Considering this, is this the reason why he lost his temper in practice?

As soon as they thought of this, they looked at Zhao Cheng, who screamed and roared in pain. They both hated and laughed, and there was a little pity among them!

But where did they know that the nonsense in Zhao Cheng's mouth was not an illusion, but really calling for master's help. It's a pity that if Zhuo fan doesn't kill him himself, how can he save him?

"Fool!"

Suddenly, a secret word from Zhuo fan came into Zhao Cheng's ear. Zhao Cheng, who was still churning, suddenly stagnated, as if he had encountered a savior, and hurriedly said, "master, save me, master, save me..."

"Now, can you tell me more about cultivating the magic formula?"

However, what came into his ears was not a life-saving method, but Zhuo fan's previous problem. Not from a Leng, Zhao Cheng some words, confused in his eyes.

With a slight smile, Zhuo fan youyou said, "now you know, I didn't let you touch the secret record of Jiuyou. You are too greedy and unrestrained. Although the great magic formula is a fast way to cultivate, how can it be so easy to use other people's skills for yourself? Every time you absorb a little, you must quickly refine your own skills, otherwise your skills are complex. In addition, if you refine the souls of others, you will be eaten back. It will wear out your body, erode your mind, and eventually eat its own fruit! "

"I... I'm wrong, master. I shouldn't be eager for quick success and instant benefit. I know I'm wrong. Please help me..."

"No, you're only half wrong!"

However, for his begging for mercy, Zhuo fan smiled and continued: "in fact, even if you can cultivate yourself and your nature, it's useless to practice the magic formula step by step. Because this skill itself is incomplete! "

"What?"

"I've omitted the first sentence of Kung Fu. If you want to practice this skill, you must first waste your skill! "

After spitting out a long mouthful of turbid Qi, Zhuo fan made a faint voice: "since the magic formula wants to absorb other people's skills for its own use, first of all, you have to be an empty bottle to carry all things. Otherwise, their own skills will be mutually exclusive with the external skills, resulting in estrangement and difficult to refine all their life. The more skills you absorb, the more estrangement you have, and sooner or later you will eat it back. "

"Then you..." Zhao Cheng seemed to understand something when his face shook.

With a grin, Zhuo fan then said, "yes, I'm afraid you're right and live up to my efforts. So anyway, you have no chance to succeed. But turn around and think, you are impatient and arrogant. Even if I give you the real book, you have no hope of success. It's just... I added another insurance to this hope! "

"Hahaha... I see. You come back this time to revenge!"

He couldn't help laughing. Zhao Cheng turned over and lay on his back, letting the black gas curl around him. His legs had been completely turned into powder, but he didn't move any more. Although the pain was still deep in his heart, his eyes were completely gray, desperate and helpless.

The five emperors were stunned and puzzled. What's the matter with this boy? Aren't you going to struggle anymore?

Just now Zhuo fan and Zhao Cheng were whispering, but they didn't hear anything.

His eyes were empty. At this time, there was no expression on Zhao Cheng's face: "master, with your current strength, if you want revenge, come with real knives and guns, and none of the eight emperors is your opponent. Why is it so complicated?"

"Fool, you are my apprentice. How did you die as a teacher? Shouldn't you experience it? Also, if you don't practice the magic emperor skill you have always dreamed of, how can you feel the pains of being a teacher? Otherwise, until you die, you are still blaming your teacher for hiding secrets. You think you did everything right! "

His lips couldn't help shaking, and Zhao Cheng's eyes were shining with crystal tears.

Yes, although the magic emperor's skill is attractive, it also hurts people. It seems to be a quick way, but it is the most exercise of people's patience. People without self-control, like themselves, can only suffer for themselves.

This formula for the great transformation of heavenly demons is indeed the peak skill of the devil's way. To realize the devil, you must first remove the heart devil. Otherwise, in the end, if you fail to harm others, you will be bound by yourself first!

"Master, I know I'm wrong!"

Finally, a tear came down in Zhao Cheng's eyes and regretfully closed his eyes.

Zhuo fan, who was far away, looked at all this and sighed: "although it's late, I finally understand. In that case, you can pass on the devil's fruit to others! "

"Master, aren't you afraid of my snitching?"

"Fool, don't you and I understand? If you don't pull a few cushions before you die, what kind of demon emperor is it? "

"Hehe... Yes, I know that I'm a master. How can I carry the mistakes I made at the beginning?" With a cold smile, Zhao Cheng flashed a strange evil in his eyes and gently touched the ring in his hand with severe pain. But when he saw the light flash, a emerald jade appeared in his hand: "in that case, I'll help Shifu finish the revenge plan and drag these old guys to hell together. Anyway, in this life, Zhao Cheng only owes Shifu. With these old things, there is only hatred, not grace! "

Shua!

In his anger, Zhao Cheng was so steep that he lifted his arm and threw the jade slip out, but it just fell in front of the five people.

Unable to help but be stunned, the five people looked at each other and didn't understand their meaning.

"Isn't that why you're here? Just like thousands of years ago, hum... "At this time, Zhao Cheng, lying on the side, gave a strange sneer.

As soon as they heard this, they suddenly brightened up and robbed together.

The sword emperor, in particular, was the oldest and most seriously injured. At this time, his hands and feet were the most flexible. He rushed and held the jade slip in his arms. As soon as the other four saw that it was ok, they immediately went up and wrestled.

"Hey, jianhuang, it's agreed that everyone will get together. Don't take it for yourself!"

"Sword emperor, hand over the things quickly, or we'll be rude..."

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"Wait!"

With a sudden wave of his hand, the sword emperor shouted, stopped the people in an instant, stared at them coldly, and angrily said: "what's the matter if you don't know whether something is true or false? Let me verify it first! "

When they heard this, they looked at each other and nodded in agreement, but a pair of eyes stared at the old guy. For fear that one of them would not pay attention, it seemed that the old slicker had been changed.

Immersing the yuan God in it and observing a little, the sword emperor suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the people's Xiyi's eyes, and nodded his head: "yes, it's Yin Ming formula, just like what he shouted before!"

"What are you waiting for? Show me!"

As soon as the voice fell, the ghost emperor and others couldn't wait to rob, but they were fiercely waved by the sword emperor and protected on one side: "what's your hurry? Ask clearly first."

"What else do you ask? Bring it quickly. Do you want to swallow it alone?"

"You're talking nonsense. Of course, you need to ask why the boy is willing to hand over his things all of a sudden. Don't forget, Zhuo Yifan didn't pay when he died! "

Uh!

Suddenly, everyone looked at Zhao Cheng, and there was something strange in their eyes.

Evil Yi smiled, and half of Zhao Cheng's body had disappeared in the black air: "you don't have to doubt anything, it's true, otherwise, I'll show you the whole ring. Anyway, you'll look at my relics after I die. With my current skills, it's impossible to die together with the martial arts like master in those days. It's a pity to give it to you so that the martial arts in the imperial realm will not be lost! "

Then Zhao Cheng took off the ring and threw it to them.

Sure enough, after they looked, there was nothing else in it. The sword emperor thought a little, nodded and praised: "as the saying goes, people are dying, and their words are good. Zhao Cheng, you are much more enlightened than your master! "

"Enlightened? Hehe... Don't get me wrong. I just want to know what will happen to you five after you get the skill! "

With a tremble of eyebrows, the sword emperor looked at him deeply: "what do you mean?"

"Although this Yin Ming formula is an imperial skill, there is an evil ghost in it, which has been wronged for thousands of years. I don't regret my death, but who will be next? Ha ha ha... "

Zhao Cheng looked at them with an evil face. He couldn't help laughing up to the sky, just like a ghost cry. His body was completely turned into ashes in the black air, just like those people he had melted in his previous practice.

As soon as the body shook, the five people suddenly felt cold on their backs, but they didn't know what Zhao Cheng's roar meant before he died?

However, they didn't think about it anymore. Looking at the imperial realm skill that everyone dreamed of, each of the five people had a different light in their eyes and showed their greed.

"Jianhuang, let's each copy this skill and practice it separately!"

"No!"

He waved his hand hastily, and the sword emperor looked very serious.

Surprised, the other four immediately showed hostility: "why, you old man, can't you swallow it alone?"

"Don't get me wrong. Just look at the end of Zhao Cheng. Do you want to be like him?" Glancing at the pile of ashes, the sword emperor was enlightening.

Hearing this sentence, the other four people also looked solemn and gradually pondered

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