"The ghost has to look at you, and I'm afraid of long needle eyes." Ye Lingyue turned around awkwardly.
"It's a little woman with a bad heart. This seat is hungry. Find something to eat and drink for this seat." Wu Zhong's finger-to-mouth tone.
This time the truth was told, not only him but Ye Lingyue was also hungry.
"Why! I'm not your maid again." Ye Lingyue burst into hair.
This man really has a shameless face. If he knew it earlier, he would find it less conscientious and hurt him, letting him die.
Wu Zhong lifted his eyes and looked at his hand.
His hand was ruptured due to Nirvana's burns. Although Ye Lingyue was treated, the wound was still very serious. For these few days, he could not touch the water and start his hands.
"From today, until the injury of this seat recovers, you are all the little slaves of this seat. You have to be responsible for eating, drinking, eating and sleeping in this seat." Wu Zhong said slowly.
"Be your big dream in spring and autumn, and ask the girl to serve you, unless the sun hits the east." Ye Lingyue was almost killed by Wu Zhong's words.
This arrogant, arrogant, brain-destructive sorcerer should let him be burned alive by Nirvana fire, so as not to cause scourge for thousands of years.
"Little slave, your attitude is too different, right? Why does Feng Xin's boy have a headache and brain fever, you are waiting personally, but also take the initiative to hug. This seat is hurt, you can't wait far How far does it run? "In Wu Zhong's words, sour.
"How can you be the same as Feng Xin, he is kind and ... wait, why would you know that I am waiting for Feng Xin close to my body? Also, what is called throwing arms, I just do my job as a doctor." Ye Lingyue A fierce spirit.
Feng Xin did not say that he did not know the ghost emperor Wu Zhong, why did Wu Zhong talk about Feng Xin, with a familiar tone.
"The duty also includes mouth-to-mouth medicine. Then you give this seat, and look at the duty once?" Wu Chong said ambiguously.
Ye Lingyue's face suddenly turned red.
He even knew about feeding medicine.
She and Feng Xin were originally innocent, but Wu Zhong said this as if she and Feng Xin had something in common.
"You monitor Feng Xin? Can you please move Yan Dian underground, how much money did the other party give you?" Ye Lingyue thought again, Feng Xin would never deceive her, there was only one possibility.
Ghost Emperor Wuzhong secretly monitored Feng Xin's every move because of someone's order.
With the power of the underground Yan Palace, you can understand the things around Feng Xin so clearly.
Wu Wu smiled disdainfully. If he told his little slave girl the truth, I was afraid that Feng Xin's boy would die or live.
"Poor, this seat is to save someone who has no heart and no lungs ..." Wu Zhong moaned groaning.
Fearing that he would say more embarrassing things to her, Ye Lingyue stared angrily at Wu Zhong.
"Okay, I can't find it yet."
Ye Lingyue kicked a stone on the ground with anger, bulging with a cheek gang, and furiously went to find food and water.
Wu Zhong's lips were ticked, his eyes staring at Ye Lingyue's back.
He turned his eyes and fell on the eight ground-level spirit swords.
"The Taiyi Eight Swords, the Taiyi School has been used since ancient times to suppress the evil spirits and beasts.
These eight swords were made by the eight most famous elders who practiced swords in the history of the Taiyi School.
They were enshrined on the sword platform, symbolizing the luck of the Taiyi faction.
At that time, the elder who practiced Taiyi's beast-eaten tactics was suppressed by these eight spirit swords.
In order to completely control the eight swords, Wu Zhong also needs to refining it, completely erasing the spiritual power of the eight elders who practiced the sword.
Closed his eyes, Wu Zhong's body, a golden, like the blazing sun, the elementary force diffused out.
It's like a sun rising above the ground.
That elemental force, like a flame, went straight into the sky.
The warrior, although not like the alchemist, can make alchemy or refining tools as he likes.
However, as long as the warrior breaks through the fire samurai of reincarnation, he can use the elemental fire in his body to make secondary sacrifices to spiritual weapons, so-called secondary processing spiritual weapons.
What Wu Chong practiced was originally the Zhigang Zhiyang exercise, and his reincarnation fire was also the Zhiyang Zhigang's just-innate Gang fire.
It is more than enough for him to cultivate these eight swords with his cultivation practice and use the fire of his own power to make these eight swords absolutely subject to him.
The eight swords, after nearly half an hour of sacrifice, only heard a buzz, and the eight swords became one, turning into a heavy sword.
The heavy sword weighed eight hundred and eighty-eight kilograms, and the sword was wide with two palms. On the sword, there was a golden eight-claw golden dragon.
"Eight swords together, named Tian Que, this seat is worthwhile." Wu Zhongchang yelled, Tian Que issued a deafening sound of Long Yin.
The sound vibrated all around, only a golden light flashed, and Tian Que fell beside Wu Zhong, like a most loyal guard.
In the distance, Ye Lingyue has not returned.
"Huh, this time, the horse really stumbled, and it was once pitted by the small Taishan school's Zhenshan seal." Wu re-examined his wound.
He has not suffered such a serious injury for many years.
It should be that, except for the six-year-old, there was no injury.
"But it was also an unexpected gain. Actually let this seat enter the seal. This seat wants to see. What is the appearance of the Zhenshan Artifact that the Taiyi faction is deliberately trying to hide?" Evil smile.
The Tianque Eight Swords are just Zhenshan Spirit Swords. The true Taishan Artifact Zhenzhen Artifact, or the guardian of the Tianque Eight Swords, has something else.
After a while, Ye Lingyue returned.
Fang Caitian Que Jiancheng's changes, even in the distant Ye Lingyue, have already felt it.
She glanced at the big golden sword beside Wu Wu's body, and there was a surprise in her eyes.
Unexpectedly, Ghost Emperor Wu Wu himself, is also an excellent refiner.
This golden sword with awe-inspiring power is definitely no lower than the top grade at the ground level, and may even be a heaven-level weapon.
She didn't know where to find it, she found water and fruit, and thrown her breath before Wu Zhong.
"Uh ~"
Wu Zhong groaned out a nasal sound, and once again, glanced at his hand.
An unprecedented sense of powerlessness grew from Ye Lingyue's heart.
"Wu Zhong, you are deliberately unable to do it. The refining equipment can be refined. Drinking water will not work?"
"The refiner used his brain, not his hands." Wu Zhong replied reasonably.
If she could go back in time, she would rather be injured herself, rather than owe the witch this bastard, such a big favor.
Although he was not reconciled, Ye Lingyue could only drink one bite at a time, feeding Wu Zhong to drink water and eat.