"The devil wants to see you, I'm afraid of the eye of a needle." Ye Lingyue turned her head awkwardly.
"Duplicate little girl, I'm hungry, bring me something to eat and drink." Wu Zhong said in a dictating tone.
This time he told the truth, not only him, Ye Lingyue was also very hungry.
"Why! I'm not your maid." Ye Lingyue frowned.
This man is really shameless. If he knew it earlier, he wouldn't have found out so conscientiously. If you show him the injury, let him die of pain.
Wu Chong raised his eyelids and looked at his hands.
The skin on his hand was broken due to the burn from Nirvana Fire. Although Ye Lingyue treated it, the wound was still very serious. He couldn't touch water or use his hands for the past few days.
"From today until my injury recovers, you will be my little slave girl. You will be responsible for my eating, drinking, sleeping, and sleeping." Wu Zhong said slowly.
"Dream your Spring and Autumn Dream, and ask me to serve you, unless the sun comes out from the east." Ye Lingyue was almost stunned by Wu Zhong's words.
This arrogant, arrogant, and brain-dead Wu Zhong should be burned to death by the fire of Nirvana, so as to avoid harming the millennium.
"Little female slave, your attitude is too different, isn't it? Why does that boy Fengxin have a headache, and you serve him personally, and even take the initiative to throw yourself into his arms. If I am injured, you can't wait to see how far away it is." How far did you run?" Wu Zhong's words were full of sourness.
"How can you be the same as Feng Xin? He is kind and... wait, why do you know that I serve Feng Xin personally? Also, what does it mean to throw yourself into my arms? I'm just doing my job as a doctor." Ye Lingyue fiercely A thrill.
Didn't Feng Xin say that he didn't know Ghost Emperor Wu Zhong, why did Wu Zhong speak of Feng Xin in a very familiar tone.
"Responsibility also includes mouth-to-mouth feeding of medicine. Then you give this seat your duty to take a look?" Wu Zhong said ambiguously.
Ye Lingyue's face turned red all of a sudden.
He even knew about feeding medicine.
She and Feng Xin were originally innocent, but Wu Zhong said so, as if she and Feng Xin had something to do.
"Are you monitoring Feng Xin? How much did the other party pay you for being able to hire you?" Ye Lingyue thought again, Feng Xin would never deceive her, there was only one possibility.
Ghost Emperor Wu Zhong secretly monitored Feng Xin's every move because of someone's order.
With the power of the Underworld's Palace of Hell, it penetrates everywhere, so it is so clear about the things around Feng Xin.
Wu Zhong smiled disdainfully, if he told his little slave girl the truth of the matter, I'm afraid that kid Feng Xin would die or live.
"Poor thing, I want to save some heartless..." Wu Zhong moaned without illness.
Fearing that he would say more embarrassing things for her, Ye Lingyue glared at Wu Zhong angrily.
"Okay, I can't find it."
Ye Lingyue was so angry that she kicked a stone off the ground, puffed her cheeks, and rushed to find food and water.
The corners of Wu Zhong's lips curled up, and his eyes stared at Ye Lingyue's back.
He turned his eyes and landed on the eight earth-level spirit swords.
"The Eight Swords of Taiyi, the Eight Mountain Spirit Swords used by the Taiyi School to suppress evil spirits and beasts since ancient times, unexpectedly, one day, it will fall into my Wu Zhong's hands."
These eight swords were forged by the eight most famous sword-practicing elders in the history of Taiyi School back then.
They are enshrined on the sword sacrificial platform, symbolizing the luck of the entire Taiyi sect.
At the last moment, the elder who practiced the Taiyi Beast Devouring Art was suppressed by these eight spiritual swords.
In order to completely control the eight swords, Wu Zhong needs to refine them to completely erase the imprints of spiritual power belonging to the eight sword-practicing elders.
Closing his eyes, Wu Zhong's body was filled with golden energy that was as gorgeous as the scorching sun.
Like a sun rising from the ground.
That elemental force, like a flame, shot straight into the sky.
Warriors, although they can't do alchemy or weapon refining as alchemists do.
However, as long as the warrior breaks through the fire of reincarnation, he can use the fire of origin force in his body to sacrifice and refine the spiritual weapon for the second time, which is the so-called secondary processing of the spiritual weapon.
What Wu Zhong practiced was originally the Qigong of Zhigang Zhiyang, and his fire of reincarnation was also the congenital fire of Zhiyang Zhigang.
With his cultivation base, using the fire of his own primordial power to sacrifice these eight swords, it is more than enough to make these eight swords absolutely obey him.
The eight swords, after nearly half an hour of sacrifice, only heard a buzzing sound, and the eight swords merged into one, turning into an epee.
The epee weighed 888 jin. The sword was two palms wide, and on the body of the sword was a golden eight-clawed golden dragon.
"Eight swords in one, named Tianque, this seat is worthwhile." Wu Zhong gave a long moan, and Tianque let out a deafening dragon chant.
The sound shook all directions, only a flash of golden light was heard, and the sky tower landed beside Wu Zhong, like a most loyal guard.
In the distance, Ye Lingyue has not returned yet.
"Tsk, this time, it really was a blunder. I was tricked once by the Zhenshan seal of the little Taiyi sect." Wu Zhong examined his wound.
How many years has he not suffered such a serious injury.
It should be, except for the time when he was six years old, he has never been injured again.
"But it's also an unexpected harvest. It actually allowed me to enter the seal. I want to see what the Zhenshan artifact that the Taiyi faction is trying to hide looks like?" Wu Zhong looked at the unknown distance, with a smile Evil smile.
The Eight Heavenly Que Swords are just the Mountain-Suppressing Spirit Sword, the real Taiyi Sect's mountain-suppressing artifact, or in other words, there are other things guarded by the Eight Heavenly Que Swords.
After a while, Ye Lingyue came back.
Even Ye Lingyue, who is far away, has already felt the abnormal movement when the Tianque sword was completed just now.
She glanced at the big golden sword beside Wu Zhong, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.
Unexpectedly, Ghost Emperor Wuzhong himself is also an excellent craftsman.
This golden sword with a mighty sword spirit is absolutely no lower than the top grade of the earth level, and it may even be a weapon of the sky level.
From nowhere, she found water and fruit, and threw them in front of Wu Zhong angrily.
"Hmm~"
Wu Zhong snorted and glanced at his hand again.
An unprecedented sense of powerlessness grew in Ye Lingyue's heart.
"Wu Zhong, you didn't do it on purpose, you can make a weapon even if you drink water, wouldn't it work?"
"Forging tools use brains, not hands." Wu Zhong replied confidently.
If she could go back in time, she would rather get hurt herself than owe Wu Zhong such a big favor.
Even though she was not reconciled, Ye Lingyue could only feed Wu Zhong water and food one mouthful at a time.