War God Asura

"For all sins, when the disciple meets, I will pay you again, and the disciple will come soon!"

In the middle court, in the Battle Skills Pavilion, the old man who had previously given Xing Jue Wuji the Master of Spell, fell on his knees, facing the sky, tears on his old face.

Five hundred years ago, he was the strongest disciple of the Wuji Academy. When the Wuji palm was about to be destroyed, he was entrusted by the then head teacher, and he left the Wuji Academy with a manuscript of the Wuji palm.

From then on, I concentrated on studying the Wuji palm technique, waiting for the success of the work, and then returned to the Wuji Academy to prove to everyone that this Wuji palm technique was definitely not a magic book.

Moreover, in order for him to have enough time to study the Promise Control Technique, the head teacher at that time gave him his only Yannian Pill, which could increase his life span by five hundred years.

However, for more than four hundred years, the head teacher of the Wuji Academy has been changed for three generations. Although his strength is enough to be the first person in the Ming country, he still can't understand the Wuji palm technique, and he is afraid to practice. .

So, in the name of a new disciple, he returned to the Wuji Academy with the purpose of looking for a successor in the Wuji Academy. In a blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed, but the old man has never found the right person.

Now, the old man knows that his age is approaching, but he doesn't want to bring the Wuji palm technique into the soil, because then, the Wuji palm technique will really be lost.

At this time, Xing Jue, who had just entered the Promise Garden, entered the eyes of the old man, and eventually became someone he thought he could entrust.

"Wuji palm technique, an intermediate imperial soul skill."

"One palm can break the mountain, even the palm can break the pulse, and count the palms together, and the world trembles!"

"Cultivation to great success, comparable to a royal-level high-level soul ability!"

"Wow, it's really developed this time. If I learn this Promise Handling Technique, don't I want the world to be invincible?"

At this moment, Xing Jue had already returned to his palace. After he closed the door, he arranged an enchantment in the room. He was extremely cautious. Right now, he was immersed in the Wuji palm technique and the powerful force. Extricate yourself.

That night, Xing Jue did not fall asleep. He had read the Wuji palm technique several times. The emperor's soul skills were not trivial. Although Xing Jue's soul power was sufficient for cultivation, his body was still too weak.

If you practice forcibly, it will definitely cause backlash, so Xing Jue must be careful, and after a night of repeated reading, Xing Jue finally figured out a way to practice Promise Control.

When the night faded, the first day in the east rose, and the sky was shrouded in brilliant sunshine, Xing Jue put away the Wuji palm in his hands.

He didn't even eat breakfast, so he couldn't wait to walk out of the palace, wanting to go to the retreat forest in the middle courtyard, and want to practice the Promise Palm.

"What? You said the senior guarding the Battle Skills Pavilion died? How did he die?"

At this moment, Xing Jue happened to pass by the Combat Skills Pavilion, but seeing a large group of people outside the Combat Skills Pavilion, he knew something was happening, but he never expected that the old man died last night.

"I heard it was suicide."