Gao Wu: My martial arts training relies solely on hard work

Chapter 277: Spell, accept as a dog

Wang Yu didn't know how many times he scolded the Taiyi Sect Master and Liu Zhen in his heart.

She hated herself so much that she had been abandoned by two people and faced Zhao Xuan alone.

He took a deep breath and forced a smile: "This is not the first time that fellow Taoist and I have dealt with each other. Fellow Taoist should know that I know the art of substitutionary death."

"Even if my fellow Taoist cuts me into pieces and causes me heavy losses, you can't really kill me."

"Besides, if I resist desperately, I can cause some damage to fellow Taoist."

"From what I see, if fellow Taoist don't let me go, I'm willing to pay a certain amount of compensation and everyone will be happy, how about that?"

He knew that he must look humble and aggrieved now.

In the past, he would have died in a heroic manner, leaving himself some dignity.

He won't really die anyway, and it won't take long for him to make a comeback.

And having died twice, he has gradually become mature.

First of all, making a comeback not only requires a lot of resources, but also a lot of time and energy to practice again.

These resources, time and energy should have supported him to go further instead of wasting it on rebuilding.

Secondly, although the Dongyue Emperor's legacy he inherited was very rich, it did not mean it was endless and could be squandered by him.

It's still a long time before he ascends to immortality.

He couldn't afford it in the long run.

Rather than rebuilding it, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive, it would be better to spend one-tenth of the resources required for rebuilding it in exchange for Zhao Xuan letting him go.

Zhao Xuan is happy, and he is even happier.

Zhao Xuan's tone was solemn: "Look, you are in a hurry."

"Who told you that I can't really kill you?"

He reached forward to fish it out, and a wisp of Wang Yu's breath was caught in his hand.

He opened his lips and teeth slightly, and a jet of black air as black as ink spurted out, landing on Wang Yu's breath.

Wang Yu's body was shaken, and countless black energy overflowed from countless pores around his body.

He felt as if he was in an ice cellar, his whole body was freezing and shivering.

In the blink of an eye, an extremely evil hexagonal flag was outlined between the two people.

The flags fluttered in the wind, with countless strange talismans engraved on them. A cold and fierce evil emitted, slapping in all directions.

I could vaguely hear ghosts whimpering, and there was endless resentment in their voices.

Wang Yu trembled and said, "What is this?"

Zhao Xuan continued: "This technique is called the Three Kills and Seven Curses. It has a trace of the power of ancient spiritual treasures. It can be traced back to the source, traced back to the original body through the clone, and killed together."

"It can kill you completely, with no chance of resurrection."

This secret technique was inherited from the Immortal Platform.

Not only is it very restrictive, but you also need to capture the target's aura before you can cast a spell on the target.

In fact, if you can capture the target's aura and kill it directly, why do you need to cast a curse?

It’s also costly.

Spelling is a side trick, and its use will damage your luck and luck.

The stronger the person who is cursed is stronger, more lucky, and more blessed, the greater the price paid by the caster, and he may die suddenly on the spot.

The only advantage is to deal with a guy like Wang Yu who has the skill of surrogate death.

Once it is completely eradicated, there is no need to worry about it growing again in the spring breeze.

However, for Zhao Xuan, the price is not a big problem.

Who allowed him to raise a group of "devout" believers?

According to his prediction, after a while, he would be able to control those people in the divine domain and curse others to death for him.

He didn't need to make a move at all.

It's almost meaningless right now.

Wang Yu immediately turned pale.

Immortality is his greatest confidence in negotiating terms with Zhao Xuan.

Even this reliance was lost, and he was completely panicked.

"Fellow Taoist, wait a minute. Everything is negotiable. If you have any conditions, feel free to ask for them."

Zhao Xuan was a little hesitant.

Should he send Wang Yu back to the west at all costs now, or should he wait until the disciples of the major hidden sects and the divine court who were captured by him in the divine realm can curse him and kill him, and then end it all?

While he was hesitant.

Wang Yu's whole body exuded a gentle yellow light.          Suppressed the rich black air in one breath.

In the yellow light, cigarette smoke curled up, and there was a vague figure wearing a twelve-pointed crown and a blue imperial robe, arching his hand towards Zhao Xuan.

Is it the Dongyue Emperor?

Has this person really emerged?

Could it be that he is still alive and keeping an eye on his disciples?

Zhao Xuan returned the gift with his hands in hand.

People respect me one foot, and I respect others ten feet.

Emperor Dongyue treated each other with courtesy, how could he kill his only descendant in the human world regardless of his feelings?

Ahem, stop pretending.

It is protected by the incense spirit of Emperor Dongyue from all eternity.

Zhao Xuan estimated that the moment he cursed Wang Yu to death, he would suffer backlash and die.

Even if you don't die, you will still be riddled with karma and your fate will be miserable.

The attack at this time was not only to curse Wang Yu to death, but also to slap Emperor Dongyue in the face.

Hey, who could be like Wang Yu who won the favor of Emperor Dongyue, even though no one wants something like Wang Yu?

Zhao Xuan sighed secretly, with a half-smile on his face: "What are you going to do to redeem your life?"

"what?"

Wang Yu suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of surprise.

"Fellow Taoist, are you going to let me go?"

When he personally experienced the power of the "Three Kills and Seven Spells", he had no hope of survival.

He only hoped that Zhao Xuan was not good at his craftsmanship and could not learn this trick completely, so that he could take advantage of it.

Now that I heard Zhao Xuan say let him go, I couldn't help but be extremely surprised.

The moment he raised his head, his eyes were filled with joy.

Zhao Xuan raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you mention this? Why, do you want to die?"

Wang Yu shook his head desperately: "No, I am too happy. I wonder what you want?"

Zhao Xuan looked at the emperor's figure behind Wang Yu, and a bold idea came to his mind.

"I said I want you?"

Wang Yu looked confused and pointed at his nose: "Me?"

Zhao Xuan nodded: "To be precise, I want to invite you to be the guest minister of the Zhenwu Sect. Everyone will help each other, just like the Freemasonry in the past."

To be precise, he gradually realized that as more and more things happened in Zhenwu Sect, even with two incarnations, he still didn't have enough manpower, so he started to think of recruiting people.

In terms of strength, Wang Yu is a strong man in the Yin Shen realm, one of the top people in the world.

In terms of potential, as he has the inheritance of Emperor Dongyue, as long as he doesn't commit suicide, he will definitely be a future boss.

This kind of person is definitely worthy of being under his command.

Just keep suppressing him and not give him a chance to bite back.

The conflict between the two began when Wang Yu wanted Zhao Xuan to be his dog. After being rejected, Wang Yu became angry and made trouble for Zhao Xuan again and again.

It's just that Zhao Xuan's skills are superior and he wins every time.

Now it ends with Zhao Xuan accepting Wang Yu as his subordinate, which is exactly the same as the beginning and the end.

Wang Yu remained silent.

Being a dog for Zhao Xuan made him feel a bit uncomfortable.

He said cautiously: "Fellow Taoist, can you put forward some other conditions?"

In response to him, the black mist kept breathing in dangerous aura, causing the void to hum and vibrate.

It seemed as if he would be cursed to death in the next moment.

Wang Yu's expression changed again and again, and he said righteously: "My Taoist friend is gifted with extraordinary talent, and he will surely ascend to immortality in the future. I hope that my Taoist friend will not give up on me. I am willing to be a guest of Zhenwu Sect and go forward side by side with my Taoist friend."

He couldn't help but scold the master of Taiyi Sect and Liu Zhen in his heart.

For some reason, the moment he agreed, he felt an indescribable feeling of comfort and peace.

It seemed that there was no longer any fear of life.

What he didn't know was that the phantom of the Emperor behind him clasped his fists towards Zhao Xuan again and quietly dispersed, leaving a trail of breath to nourish his soul and body.

Zhao Xuanyan was shocked to see it.

He waved his hand, and the dark breath dispersed with the wind.

"Wang Keqing, please tell me, why do you have to fight for territory?"

(End of this chapter)