Chapter 278

"I'm afraid I'll grow a needle eye." Ye Lingyue twisted her head awkwardly.

"Duplicity little woman, I'm hungry. Please find me something to eat and drink." Wu Zhong has a tone of finger pointing.

This time, it was a big truth. Not only was he, but ye Lingyue was also hungry.

"Why! I'm not your maid. " Ye Lingyue is fried.

This man is really shameless for his face. If he had known it, he would not have found his conscience. If he was hurt, he would have died of pain.

Wu Chong raised his eyelids and looked at his hand.

His hand, because of Nirvana fire burn, skin rupture, although ye Lingyue treatment, but the wound is still very serious, these days, he can not touch water and hands.

"From this day on, until we recover, you are our little slave. You are responsible for all the food, drink, Lazar, food and sleep. " Wu Zhong said slowly.

"Go to your spring and autumn dream and ask me to serve you, unless the sun blows in the East." Ye Lingyue almost died of Wuzhong's words.

This arrogant, arrogant and mentally handicapped sorcerer should be burned to death by Nirvana fire, so as not to cause harm for thousands of years.

"Little slave girl, you have such a different attitude, don't you? With what Fengxin that boy has a headache, you personally serve, but also take the initiative to send. If this seat is injured, you can't wait to run as far as you can Wu Zhong's words are full of sour taste.

"How can you and Fengxin be the same? He is kind-hearted and Wait a minute. Why do you know that I serve Fengshen closely? What's more, I'm just doing my job as a doctor. " Ye Lingyue fiercely excited.

Fengxin didn't say that he didn't know the ghost emperor Wuzhong. Why did Wu Chong talk about Fengshen in a familiar tone.

"Duty also includes mouth to mouth medication. So you're going to give this seat a look? " Wu Zhong said vaguely.

Ye Lingyue's face burned red.

He even knew about the medication.

She and Fengxin, originally is pure and innocent, but is said by Wu Zhong, as if she and Fengxin have something.

"You watch Fengxin? How much money did the other party give you? " Ye Lingyue turns to think again, Fengxin will never cheat her, that is only one possibility.

The ghost emperor Wuzhong was under the command of someone who secretly monitored Feng Xin's every move.

With the power of the underground Yandian, we can understand the things around Fengxin so clearly.

Wu Chong disdained to smile, if he told the truth of the matter to his little maid, just afraid that Feng Xin that boy, will want to die.

"Poor, I want to save some heartless..." Wu Zhong groaned.

Afraid of his mouth, say more let her embarrassing things, ye Lingyue angrily glared at Wu Zhong.

"Well, I can't find it."

Ye Lingyue was so angry that she kicked a stone on the ground, puffed her cheek, and went to look for food and water.

Wu Chong's lips were hooked and his eyes were staring at ye Lingyue's back.

His eyes turned and fell on the eight spirit swords.

"Eight Taiyi swords, the eight Zhenshan spirit swords of Taiyi sect, which have been used to suppress evil spirits and fierce beasts since ancient times, will fall into the hands of Wuzhong one day."

These eight swords were refined by eight most famous sword practicing elders in the history of Taiyi school.

They were sacrificed on the sword stage, symbolizing the fate of the whole Taiyi sect.

At the last moment, the elder who practiced Taiyi's pitiful formula was suppressed by these eight spirit swords.

In order to control the eight swords thoroughly, Wu Zhong still needs to refine it, and completely erase the mental power brand of the eight sword practicing elders.

Closed his eyes, Wu Chong's body, a golden, as brilliant as the sun's yuan force diffuse out.

It's like a sun rising on the ground.

The force, like a flame, went straight into the sky.

Although the martial arts can't refine pills or weapons as they like.

However, as long as the warrior breaks through the fire of samsara, he can use the fire of Yuan Li in his body to sacrifice the spirit refining tool twice, which is called the second processing spirit tool.

Wu's cultivation is based on the skill of the most just to the Yang, and the fire of his reincarnation is also the innate vigorous fire of the highest yang to the strongest.

It's more than enough to make use of his own fire of Yuan Li to sacrifice and refine the eight swords, and let them absolutely obey his orders.

Eight swords, after nearly half an hour's sacrifice and refining, can only hear a hum. The eight swords turned into one and turned into a epee.

The Epee is eight hundred and eighty-eight Jin in weight. It is two palms wide. On the body of the sword, there is a golden eight claw Golden Dragon.

"The eight swords in one, named tianque, is worth the trip." Wu Zhong Long Yin, the sky que issued a deafening sound of dragon chant.The sound vibrated everywhere, only heard a golden light flash, the sky que fell on Wu Zhong's side, just like a most loyal guard.

Far away, ye Lingyue has not come back.

"Tut, this time, it's really a slip of the horse. It was actually sealed by the small Taiyi faction to the pit once." Wu Zhong examines his wound.

He hasn't been so badly injured in years.

It should be, except for the six-year-old, he has never been hurt.

"But it's also an unexpected gain. I actually let this seat enter the seal. I want to see what the Zhenshan artifact that the Taiyi faction is deliberately trying to hide?" Wu Chong looked at the unknown distance, with evil smile on his lips.

Tianque eight swords are only Zhenshan spirit swords. The real Zhenshan artifact of Taiyi sect, or, what is guarded by tianque eight swords, there are other things.

After a while, ye Lingyue came back.

Even ye Lingyue, who was in the distance, had already felt the change when the tianque sword was completed.

She glanced at the golden sword beside Wu Chong, and her surprise flashed in her eyes.

Unexpectedly, the ghost Emperor Wu Zhong himself is also an excellent weapon refiner.

This golden sword is not inferior to the superior level of the ground level, or even the heaven level weapon.

She did not know where to find water and fruit, and threw it in front of Wuzhong.

"Um ~"

Wu Zhong snorted a nasal sound and once again took aim at his own hand.

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness grows from ye Lingyue's heart.

"Wu Chong, you didn't make it on purpose. You can make all the refining tools, but you can't drink water?"

"It's brain, not hands." Wu Zhong's answer was justified.

If you can reverse the flow of time, she would rather hurt herself than owe Wu Zhong, such a big favor.

Although unwilling, ye Lingyue can only take a bite and feed Wu Chong to drink water and eat.

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