On Binggang Mountain, Gu Yue sat alone in front of a jade table, staring at the table full of heavenly-level skills, his mouth wide open in shock.

A heavenly-level technique.

Any of these heavenly-level skills would cause a bloody storm if taken outside, but Chu Ming actually took out a bunch of them.

Who exactly is Chu Ming?

Is the ancient martial arts ancestor so rich?

Gu Yue suddenly felt that Chu Ming's identity was probably extremely important, and it was really a good deal to entrust Wu Xi to him.

Moreover, with so many heavenly-level skills here, perhaps I can try to continue practicing.

Maybe it can break the shackles of life and increase lifespan.

Gu Yue's heart was boiling with blood. After going through so many vicissitudes of life, he had never been as excited as he was today.

However, his broken arm had just been reattached, so he would not have the opportunity to practice in the short term. He could only wait until the seal on his power set by Chu Ming was lifted.

So lonely!

Gu Yue suddenly felt a little melancholy. His ordinary life started to become anxious.

At the same time, in the sky, Chu Ming was flying on the Youlong Qingguang Sword, and behind him stood a graceful girl, who was Wu Xi.

Chu Ming was flying with Wu Xi on his sword. Wu Xi was so scared that her pretty face turned pale. At this moment, she was hugging Chu Ming tightly, fearing that she would fall down accidentally.

Feeling the soft and jade-like figure behind him, Chu Ming felt at peace.

He never thought that one day he would be so close to such a beautiful girl.

For the Shuguang Organization to develop, talent is an indispensable part. A woman as smart as Wu Xi will definitely become Chu Ming's right-hand man.

Chu Ming was in a good mood, and his sword-flying speed became faster and faster. A layer of protective shield of power was placed outside his body, and he carried Wu Xi and flew at high speed in the sky.

At the same time, on the top of Mount Shu.

The severely injured Demon Zhou used his extreme speed to return to the Shushan Sword Sect as soon as possible.

This is a branch of the Heavenly Demon Sect. When Wang Qiuyang was alive, he had already announced that the Shushan Sword Sect had submitted to the Demon Lord Zhou.

Now that Wang Qiuyang is dead, his disciples have been harmed.

After Demon Zhou came back, he immediately found Wu Duxiu, the most powerful person in the Shushan Sword Sect and Wang Qiuyang's last disciple.

Now Demon Zhou was seriously injured. Not only had he consumed a lot of his energy, but his shoulder was hit by Chu Ming's One Yang Finger, and the extreme yang energy continued to erode his body.

The Heavenly Demon's magical power was of a cold and yin nature, which was countered by the extremely strong and yang One Yang Finger, causing the injury on his shoulder to fail to recover.

Demon Zhou found Wu Duxiu, and the two met alone in the headmaster's room.

Demon Zhou is indeed an old fellow who has been active in the ancient martial arts world for many years. His skills in pretending to be powerful are superb. Even though he is seriously injured and weak now, he still doesn't look abnormal on the surface.

Wu Duxiu was so frightened that his mind was trembling, his legs were shaking as he stood there, and he almost fell down.

"Looking through the entire Shushan Sword Sect, I find you are the only one with exceptional talent. Are you willing to be my last disciple?"

Demon Zhou spoke in a cold voice, his words full of unquestionable tone.

Hearing this, Wu Duxiu couldn't help but tremble in his heart and asked, "Where is my master? I have a master. Wang Qiuyang, the head of the Shushan Sword Sect, is my master."

Demon Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly, black flames emanating from the corners of his eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "Your master is dead!"

"What?"

Wu Duxiu couldn't help but look shocked, and then his face changed to horror.

Wasn't it fine this morning? How could it just disappear like that?

Demon Zhou said coldly, "Your master died at the hands of the Ancient Martial Ancestor. Before he died, he begged me to accept you as my disciple so that you could learn the skills to avenge him."

“Master!”

Wu Duxiu choked and tears welled up in his eyes.

Demon Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly, with an unhappy look on his face.

Crying like a woman.

If I didn't need to heal my injuries urgently, how could I have talked so much nonsense with a stupid young man like you?

"Come, sit cross-legged here, and I will teach you the supreme martial arts of the Heavenly Demon Sect."

Demon Zhou said coldly.

When Wu Duxiu heard the words "supreme martial arts", he was shocked and the grief on his face gradually disappeared.

"The supreme martial arts of the Heavenly Demon Cult sounds very powerful. Master, don't worry. Once I have mastered the martial arts, I will go and avenge you!"

Wu Duxiu muttered to himself while obediently sitting on the carpet in the room.

Demon Zhou walked calmly in front of Wu Duxiu and said in a calm voice, "Close your eyes slightly and relax your mind. I will directly teach you the most advanced skills of the Heavenly Demon Divine Sect through the technique of enlightenment."

Wu Duxiu was greatly encouraged and a look of joy appeared in his heart.

He had heard long ago that truly powerful skills were not learned from books, but were spread through initiation.

Generally speaking, this method is only used when the older generation of strong men are about to collapse, to simply and crudely improve the strength of their disciples.

He had always dreamed of meeting such a powerful person, but he didn't expect that his dream would come true soon, and the person who gave him the initiation was the extremely powerful Demon Ancestor.

Thinking of this, Wu Duxiu felt extremely excited.

"Hey, I'm going to get stronger."

"I'm about to become a truly strong man."

"Following the Heavenly Demon Ancestor, I will soon be able to dominate the ancient martial arts world."

Wu Duxiu was very happy. He sat cross-legged with his eyebrows facing the sky, his eyes tightly closed, and relaxed his mind as Zhou the Demon had requested.

Demon Zhou walked slowly to Wu Duxiu, stretched out a bloody finger, and gently pressed it on Wu Duxiu's brow.

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