Volume 7 Chapter 1263: Death

"Master? What is he talking about, isn't his master the Demon Emperor Zhuo Yifan?"

Raising his brows, Emperor Yan looked at everyone strangely: "But hasn't that kid been dead for thousands of years, why does Zhao Cheng call him by his name now?"

The beard trembled slightly, and the Sword Emperor looked deeply at the figure full of black energy and the donkey rolling, thought for a moment, and nodded his head slightly: "I understand, he went crazy in practice and became mentally disturbed. It seems that he has been in the heart. I am ashamed of Zhuo Yifan, so I saw the hallucination before dying, and I had the heart of redemption, so I called the name of the deceased person, but 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 master and destroyed his ancestors and betrayed his master. Although he later gained the prestige of the Demon Emperor and gained the power of a prince, deep in his heart, the guilt towards his master should also be a knot in his heart.

Thinking of it this way, is this the reason why he lost his temper while practicing qigong?

Thinking of this, everyone looked at Zhao Cheng, who was roaring in pain, with both hatred and laughter, and there was a little pity in it!

But how do they know that the nonsense in Zhao Cheng's mouth is not an illusion, but is really calling the master for help. It's a pity that Zhuo Fan would be fine if he didn't kill him himself, but where would he help him?

"Idiot!"

Suddenly, a voice transmission of Zhuo Fan's secret words entered Zhao Cheng's ears. Zhao Cheng, who was still churning, suddenly froze, as if he had met a savior, and said in a hurry, "Master save me, Master save me..."

"Now, can you talk about your insights into cultivating the Heavenly Demon's Great Transformation Technique?"

However, what passed into his ears was not a life-saving method, but Zhuo Fan's previous problem. For a moment, Zhao Cheng was at a loss for words, and his eyes were confused.

With a chuckle, Zhuo Fan said faintly: "Now you know, the painstaking efforts of being a teacher not to let you touch Jiuyou Secret Records. You are too greedy and have no restraint. Although the Heavenly Demon's Great Transformation Art is a quick way of cultivating, it can be learned from others. How can it be so easy to use gong for oneself? Every time you absorb a little, you must quickly refine it into your own gong, otherwise the gong will be mixed, and if you refine other people's spirits, you will be full of resentment and will be backlashed. It will wear down your body, Corrode your mind, and eventually reap the consequences!"

"I... I was wrong, Master, I shouldn't be in a hurry for quick success, I know I was wrong, please save me..."

"No, you're only half wrong!"

However, Zhuo Fan laughed at his begging and continued: "In fact, even if you can cultivate your body and cultivate your nature, it is of no use to gradually cultivate this magic technique. Because of this technique, it is not complete in itself!"

"what?"

"I've omitted the first sentence of the exercise. That is, if you want to practice this exercise, you must first deprive yourself of your kung fu!"

He let out a long mouthful of turbid air, and Zhuo Fan said faintly: "Since Tianmo Dahua Jue wants to absorb other people's skills for his own use, first of all, he must be an empty bottle in order to carry all things. Otherwise, his own skills will be repelled from external skills. It creates a gap, and it will be difficult to refine it for life. The more power you absorb, the more the gap will be backlashed sooner or later."

"Then you..." His face shook, Zhao Cheng seemed to understand something.

With a grin, Zhuo Fan continued his voice transmission: "Yes, I was afraid that you would practice right and fail my hard work, so you did the trick. So no matter what, you have no chance of success. But turn your head and think, you This person is impatient and arrogant, even if I give you the real copy, you have no hope of success. It's just... I added another insurance to this hope! "

"Hahaha... So that's the case, you came back this time to get revenge!"

Unable to let out a loud laugh, Zhao Cheng turned over and lay on his back, letting the black energy linger around his body, his legs were completely turned into powder, but he didn't move any more. Although the pain is still piercing, but in his eyes, it has completely turned into a gray color, desperate and helpless.

When the five emperors saw it, they couldn't help but be stunned, and their faces were full of doubts. What's wrong with this kid, isn't he going to struggle anymore?

Just now Zhuo Fan and Zhao Cheng were both secret speech transmissions, but they didn't hear anything.

His eyes were empty, and Zhao Cheng had no expression on his face at this time: "Master, with your current strength, if you want to take revenge, come with real swords and guns, and none of the eight emperors are your opponents, why do you do it like this? complex?"

"Children, you are my apprentice, shouldn't you understand how your teacher died in the first place? Also, if you are not allowed to practice the Devil Emperor Cultivation Technique that you have always dreamed of, how can you experience it? The painstaking efforts of the teacher back then? Otherwise, until you die, you will still blame the teacher for hiding your secrets, thinking that everything you did was right!"

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

Yes, although this Devil Emperor technique is attractive, it is also harmful. It seems to be a quick way, but it is the most exercise of patience. A person without self-control, like himself, can only suffer for himself.

This Heavenly Demon Transformation Art is indeed the peak of the magic way. To become a true demon, you must first get rid of the inner demon. Otherwise, in the end, you will not be able to harm others, and you will be bound by yourself first!

"Master, I know I was wrong!"

Finally, a teardrop fell from Zhao Cheng's eyes, and he closed his eyes regretfully.

Zhuo Fan from a distance looked at all this and sighed long: "Although it is late, I finally understand. In this case, you can continue to pass on this devil fruit to others!"

"Master, aren't you afraid that I will inform you?"

"Chi'er, don't you and I still understand? If you don't pull a few backs before you die, what kind of demon emperor?"

"Hehehe... Yes, the apprentice Mo Ruoshi, who committed the crime at the beginning.

fault, how can I carry it alone? With a sneer, an evil flashed in Zhao Cheng's eyes, he endured the pain and gently touched the ring in his hand, but when the light flashed, an emerald jade appeared suddenly in his hand: "In that case, I will help Master has completed the plan of revenge, and drag these old guys to hell together. Anyway, in this life, I, Zhao Cheng, only owe Master one. With these old people, there is only hatred, no kindness! "

Swish!

Angered in his heart, Zhao Cheng raised his arms steeply and threw the jade slip, but it just landed in front of the five people.

Can't help but startled, the five looked at each other, puzzled.

"Aren't you here for this? Just like thousands of years ago, hum hum..." At this time, Zhao Cheng, who was lying on the side, let out a strange sneer.

When everyone heard it, their eyes suddenly brightened, and they all rushed forward to grab it.

In particular, the Sword Emperor, the oldest and the most seriously injured, had the most agile hands and feet at this time, and he held the jade slip in his arms with a dash. When the other four saw that it was worth it, they immediately went up to fight.

"Hey, Sword Sovereign, we agreed to get it together, so don't take it personally!"

"Sword Emperor, hurry up and hand over the things, otherwise we will be welcome..."

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"and many more!"

With a sharp wave of his hand, the Sword Emperor shouted and stopped the crowd in an instant, glared at them coldly, and scolded: "If you don't know if something is true or not, just grab it and make a ball, what kind of formality? Say it again!"

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other and nodded in agreement, but a pair of eyes were fixed on the old guy, for fear that if he didn't pay attention, the old fritters would be lost.

After immersing the primordial spirit in it and inspecting it for a while, the Sword Emperor abruptly opened his eyes, looked at the hopeful eyes of everyone, and nodded his head: "Yes, it's Yin Ming Jue, the same as what he called before!"

"Then what are you waiting for, let me see!"

As soon as the words fell, the Ghost Emperor and others couldn't wait to snatch it, but the Sword Emperor waved his hand violently and protected him: "What are you anxious about, ask first and then talk about it."

"What else are you asking, bring it here, do you want to swallow this old thing alone?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, of course, you have to ask clearly why this kid is suddenly willing to hand over things. Don't forget, Zhuo Yifan didn't hand it in when he died!"

Uh!

After a sudden stagnation, everyone looked at Zhao Cheng, and there was something strange in their eyes.

With a sinister smile, half of Zhao Cheng's body has disappeared in the black gas: "You don't have to suspect anything, this is true, otherwise, I will show you the whole ring. After I die, you will also look at my relics. Yes. With my current skill, it is impossible to imagine that Master would perish with the practice like in the past, so I might as well leave it to you, lest the emperor's practice be lost, which is a pity!"

With that said, Zhao Cheng took off the ring and threw it to them again.

Sure enough, after they inspected it, there was nothing else inside. The Sword Sovereign thought about it for a while, but nodded and praised: "As the saying goes, when a person is about to die, his words are also good. Zhao Cheng, you are much more enlightened than your master back then!"

"Enlightened? Hehehe... Don't get me wrong, I just want to know what will happen to the five of you after you get the exercises!"

With a frown, the Sword Emperor looked at him deeply: "What do you mean?"

"Although this yin-ming tactic is an emperor's technique, there is an evil spirit hidden in it, who has been wronged for thousands of years. I don't want to die, but who will you be next? Hahaha..."

Looking at them with an evil face, Zhao Cheng couldn't help laughing out loud, like a ghost screaming, and his body was completely reduced to ashes in the black energy, just like those people he had melted away when he practiced before.

With a shudder, the five felt a chill down their spines, but they didn't know what Zhao Cheng's roar before his death meant?

But they couldn't figure it out and they didn't think about it anymore. Looking at this Emperor Realm cultivation technique that everyone dreamed of, the eyes of each of the five people shone with a strange light, showing their greed.

"Sword Emperor, each of us will transcribe a copy of this exercise, and let's practice separately!"

"no!"

He waved his hand hastily, and the Sword Emperor looked very serious.

Unconsciously shocked, the other four immediately showed hostility: "Why, you old guy can't swallow it alone?"

"Don't get me wrong, just look at Zhao Cheng's fate, don't you want to be the same as him?" Glancing at the pile of ashes, the Sword Emperor was shocked.

Hearing this sentence, the other four also looked solemn, and gradually sank...