The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 1263: Dead

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

With a raised eyebrow, Yan Huang looked at everyone strangely: "But that kid has been dead for thousands of years, why would Zhao Cheng call him by his name now?"

The beard trembled, and the Sword Emperor looked deeply at the black-suffered, donkey-rolling figure, thought a little, and slightly nodded his head: "I see, he has gone crazy during his practice, which has caused a mental disorder. It seems. He has always been ashamed of Zhuo Yifan in his heart, so he saw the illusion before he died, and the heart of redemption would be called the name of the deceased. We don’t have to take it seriously!"

Hearing this, everyone felt reasonable and nodded in agreement.

Indeed, Zhao Cheng was a disciple, but he was deceiving his master and betraying his ancestor. Although the demon emperor's prestige was later gained, and he gained the power of a prince, deep down in his heart, the guilt of the master should also be a knot of his heart.

Thinking about it this way, is this the cause of his practice?

As soon as I thought of this, everyone looked at Zhao Cheng who was hissing and roaring in pain, with hatred, laughter, and a little bit of pity in them!

But how did they know that the nonsense in Zhao Cheng's mouth was not an illusion, but a call to Master for help. It's a pity that for this unscrupulous disciple, Zhuo Fan would be fine if he didn't kill him personally, so where would he be rescued?

"Idiot!"

Suddenly, a passphrase of Zhuo Fan entered Zhao Cheng's ears. Zhao Cheng, who was still tossing, suddenly stagnated, as if he had encountered a savior, and said anxiously: "Master save me, Master save me..."

"Now, can you talk about the feelings of cultivating the Heavenly Demon's Great Huajue?"

However, what came to him was not a life-saving method, but Zhuo Fan's previous question. Zhao Cheng couldn't help but froze, and Zhao Cheng was speechless, and his eyes were confused.

With a chuckle, Zhuo Fan said quietly: "Now you know that you had to work hard as a teacher to prevent you from touching the Jiuyou Secret Record. Your heart is too greedy and you have no restraint. Although the Great Demon Technique is a fast practice method, But how can it be so easy to take other people’s power for your own use? Every time you absorb a little, you need to quickly refine your own power, otherwise the power is mixed, plus the refining of other people’s spirits, resentment, will be eaten back. It will wear you Your body will erode your mind and will eventually reap the fruit!"

"I...I was wrong, Master, I shouldn't rush for quick success, I know I was wrong, you save me..."

"No, you are only half wrong!"

However, Zhuo Fan chuckled in response to his begging for mercy, and continued: "In fact, even if you can cultivate your character, it will be of no use to the Heavenly Demon Great Transformation Technique that you can gradually practice. Because this technique is incomplete in itself. !"

"What?"

"I omitted the first sentence of the exercise method. To practice this exercise, you must first use your own skills!"

He let out a long sigh of air, and Zhuo Fan faintly said: "Since the Heavenly Demon Great Hua Jue wants to absorb the power of others for his own use, first of all he must be an empty bottle in order to carry everything. Otherwise, his own power will be compared with the external power. Repulsion creates barriers and is difficult to refining for life. And the more skill absorbed, the greater the barriers, and sooner or later it will backfire."

"Then you..." Zhao Cheng seemed to understand something with a shake of his face.

With a grin, Zhuo Fan went on to transmit his voice: "Yes, I was afraid that you had practiced right and failed my hard work before doing the tricks. So no matter what, you have no chance to succeed. But turn your head around. Thinking, you are impatient and arrogant. Even if I give you the true book, you have no hope of success. It's just...I added another insurance to this hope!"

"Hahaha...That's it, you are here for revenge when you come back!"

Can't help laughing, Zhao Cheng turned over and lay on his back, letting the black air linger on his body, his legs had been completely turned into powder, but he didn't move anymore. Although the pain still pierced his heart, his eyes were completely grayish, desperate and helpless.

When the five emperors saw it, they couldn't help but feel puzzled. What's wrong with this kid, don't you plan to struggle anymore?

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

The eyes are empty, and Zhao Cheng has no expression on his face at this time: "Master, if you want revenge with your current strength, you will come with a real sword and a gun. No one among the Eight Emperors is your opponent, why bother Is it so complicated?"

"Chi'er, you are my apprentice, shouldn’t you understand how you died as a teacher? Also, if you don’t let you practice this magic emperor technique that you dream of, how can you? Can you experience the painstaking work of being a teacher? Otherwise, until you die, you will still blame your teacher for hiding your own self. You think you did everything right at the beginning!"

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

Yes, although this Devil Emperor exercise is attractive, it is also harmful. It seems to be a quick way, but it is the most exercised patience. People who have no self-control, just like themselves, can only do it by themselves.

This Heavenly Demon Great Transformation Technique is indeed the pinnacle technique of the Demon Dao. To become a true demon, one must first remove the inner demon. Otherwise, in the end, if you fail to harm others, you will be a cocoon for yourself!

"Master, I knew it was wrong!"

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

Looking at all this, Zhuo Fan from a distance sighed a long sigh: "Although it's late, I finally understand. In that case, you can continue to pass this devil's fruit to others!"

"Master, are you afraid that I will inform you?"

"Chi'er, don't you and I understand? What kind of demon king if you don't pull a few backs when you die?"

"Hehehe...Yes, Master Moruo, the teacher, how can I recite the mistakes I made at the beginning?" With a sneer, Zhao Cheng flashed an evil in his eyes, enduring the pain gently I touched the ring in my hand, but seeing a flash of light, a jade jade came out of my hand easily: "In this case, I will help Master complete the plan of revenge, and drag these old guys to **** together. Anyway, in this life, I, Zhao Cheng, only owe the master. With these old things, there is only grudge but no gratitude!"

Huh!

In my heart, Zhao Cheng raised his arms so steeply that he threw the jade slip out, but it happened to fall in front of the five people.

Unexpectedly, the five looked at each other, puzzled.

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

When everyone heard it, their eyes suddenly brightened, and they all robbed them.

Especially the Sword Emperor, who was the oldest and the most injured, but at this time his hands and feet were the most flexible, and he hugged the jade slip in his arms with a dash. The other four people saw that it was okay, and immediately went up to scuffle.

"Hey, Sword Emperor, we all get it together, don't swallow it privately!"

"Sword Emperor, hand over the things quickly, otherwise we will be welcome..."

……

"Wait!"

With a violent wave of his hand, the Sword Emperor yelled, and immediately stopped the crowd, glared at them coldly, and said angrily: "If you don't know what is true or false, just grab a ball, what kind of style? To the old man Let me know it beforehand!"

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 one would not pay attention, and the old fritters would be lost.

Immersed the primordial spirit to observe a little, the Sword Emperor suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the hopeful gazes of everyone, and nodded his head: "Yes, it is Yinming Jue, the same as he used to shout!"

"What are you waiting for, let me see!"

As soon as the voice fell, the ghost emperor and the others couldn’t wait to **** it, but the sword emperor waved his hand abruptly, guarding one side: "What are you urgent, ask first before you say it."

"What else are you asking, come quickly, do you want to swallow this old thing?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, of course, you have to ask clearly why this kid was willing to hand over things suddenly. Don't forget, Zhuo Yifan didn't give it to him in the first place!"

Uh!

Suddenly, everyone looked at Zhao Cheng, their eyes were a little strange.

With a wicked smile, Zhao Cheng's half of his body has disappeared in the black qi: "You don't have to doubt anything, it's true, otherwise, I will show you the whole ring. Anyway, after I die, you will also Look at my relics. With my current skills, it is impossible to imagine the same exercises as the master did. It is better to hand them over to you, lest the emperor realm exercises are lost. What a pity!"

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

Sure enough, after they checked, there was nothing else inside. The Sword Emperor thought a little, and nodded in praise: "As the saying goes, people are about to die, and their words are good. Zhao Cheng, you are much more enlightened than your master back then!"

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

Flicked, the Sword Emperor looked at him deeply: "What do you mean?"

"Although this Yinming Art is an emperor's technique, there is an evil spirit hidden in it, which has been wronged for thousands of years. I am not sorry to die, but who will be next to you? Hahaha ..."

Looking at them with an evil face, Zhao Cheng couldn't help laughing up to the sky, like a ghost cry, his body was completely reduced to ashes in the black energy, just like the people he had destroyed during his previous exercises. generally.

The body shook, and the five people suddenly felt chills in their backs, but they didn't know what Zhao Cheng's roar meant before he died?

But they don't think about it anymore. Looking at this imperial realm technique that everyone dreams of, each of the five has a strange light in their eyes, and their greed is full.

"Sword Emperor, we each copy a copy of this exercise, let's practice it separately!"

"No way!"

Waving hurriedly, the Sword Emperor looked very serious.

Unconsciously shocked, the other four immediately showed hostility: "Why, you old guy wants to be alone?"

"Don't get me wrong, it's just that you 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 people also looked down, and gradually fell into a groan...