Let’s put aside the battle at this time, but let’s mention Zhao Xiaozhong first.
Ever since he was brought to the male disciple that day, he was accepted as a disciple by the male disciple, learning strange techniques day and night. Although this boy is stupid in nature, he is the most important pawn in the male rivalry, so he can only bite the bullet and teach him patiently.
But Zhao Xiaozhong's progress was slow, and it took a long time to learn just a simple technique, which almost cost the already extremely weak man half his life.
Just when the man was about to give up, he suddenly discovered that this boy had some talent for magic techniques such as dirty soil, which was a great comfort. After all, the more this boy became stronger, the more opportunities he would have in his plan.
Although the man wasted almost half a year on Zhao Xiaozhong, fortunately, his understanding of dirty earth magic was beyond his imagination. It was impossible to call him a genius, but compared to his previous dullness, it was pretty good.
Finally, when the time came, the man sent Zhao Xiaozhong according to his previous plan...
That day, after Zhao Xiaozhong killed Wu Fan with a few palms, he handed the small Five Elements Cauldron to the man. Although the latter was not satisfied, it was much better than getting nothing. No matter how bad the man was, he was still his The only disciple of Zhao Xiaozhong, although the male disciple was usually quite strict, he still passed on the demonic skills "Magic Book" to Zhao Xiaozhong, allowing him to understand it on his own.
Zhao Xiaozhong unloaded the mountain behind him and obtained the magic book. It seemed that everything was going smoothly and he was about to reach the peak of his life. But what followed was a long nightmare. Every time he closed his eyes, what he saw in front of him was Wu Fan's eyes covered in blood. Standing in front of him so empty that he couldn't sleep all night, his eyes were as dark as an iron-eating beast.
After he received the magic book from his master, he thought that with his current strength, he would live as long as the heaven and the earth, and shine with the sun and the moon. However, this magic book requires the use of death energy to practice, and has nothing to do with the art of dirty earth.
Although he killed many people in order to achieve his goal, because he was cautious, he killed only the old, weak, sick and disabled who had no strength to restrain themselves. Ordinary people, the death energy gained was very little, so naturally they could not understand it. mysterious.
If there were any male disciples here, they might be able to give him some advice, but it was a pity that he was so excited when he got the magic book that day that he didn't remember that he hadn't consulted about the details of the training until he went out. When he turned around and went back, he happened to see the Master Skull of Wutu Cave raising his knife and taking off Hei Jin's head with the black shadow of the Black Wheel Blade. It was probably too late to ask for advice.
Zhao Xiaozhong was so frightened at that time that he mentioned that once he was a teacher, he was always a father. He knew what this "Skull Master" Lu Chun was capable of, so he ran away without even thinking of revenge.
Although he already had the grimoire in hand, with his negligible death energy, he couldn't even touch the introductory spell, and he felt uneasy in his heart.
Originally, he had black enemies to rely on, and he was arrogant and domineering all the way. Even if he couldn't defeat him, he didn't have to worry about his own safety, and his progress was natural and rapid. But since he was alone again, he has returned to his original state of being full of enemies. Although his ability is no longer weak, but Without self-confidence, I only dare to get into trouble with ordinary people.
This day he came to a small village and found that most of the people in the village met his conditions. If he killed them all, his strength would definitely improve! But because he didn't have a high understanding of the transformation of death energy, if he couldn't kill them all at the same time, he would probably waste a lot of opportunities, so he pretended to be weak and stayed.
The people in the village were kind enough to take him in, so he went from house to house at night to absorb their anger with the art of dirty earth. He wanted to wait until they were about to die and deal with them all in one go, but he didn't expect the critical moment. Yuan Chu and Huo Fu actually caught his traces!
At this time, Zhao Xiaozhong had long been blinded by evil intentions. No matter what his sect's feelings were, he directly took action to deal with the two of them and escaped from here...
Zhao Xiaozhong was afraid of being chased, so he ran around for several days hungry. Just when he fell to the ground due to exhaustion, he saw a familiar figure with his face covered standing in front of him.
He was excited at first, and then panicked. Just when he was about to escape, the man raised something and waved it in front of his eyes, asking him if he needed help.
When Zhao Xiaozhong saw such a thing, he quickly reached into his arms, only to find that the magic book had been lost in the run just now, and now it appeared in this person's hand!
Although the magic book is Zhao Xiaozhong's only reliance now, he is even more worried that the man in front of him will attack him, and he is struggling to continue to escape, but there is a calm voice in his ears: "Zhao Xiaozhong, although Wu Fan's body is gone He died, but there is still one breath left. If he comes back from the dead in the future, he will inevitably seek revenge on you! If you turn back, you may still have a chance. If you run away now, you may have to run away for the rest of your life. "
Hearing these words, this person did not seem to want to take action against him because of this matter. Zhao Xiaozhong also hesitated for a while and asked uncertainly: "Senior, do you really not want to kill me?"
The man smiled, threw the grimoire back in front of Zhao Xiaozhong, and said with a faint smile: "If I want to kill you, why do I have to talk to you? Do I need to get your consent?"
Zhao Xiaozhong also grinned when he heard this, and then his vision went dark and he lost consciousness. When he woke up, he found a tombstone standing in front of him. He subconsciously called for his master. Only when his voice fell behind did he remember that his master had been there for a long time. When the head fell to the ground, he felt a little disappointed. Then he took it to his chest and found that the grimoire was still in his arms. He breathed a sigh of relief and thought it was just a dream.
But as soon as he turned his head, he saw a familiar figure behind him. He was holding something very familiar to him in his hand, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.
When the man heard the movement behind him, he put the thing back, exhaled a breath and turned around.
Seeing Zhao Xiaozhong's stunned expression as if facing a formidable enemy, the man smiled, shook his head, and took off his mask. Zhao Xiaozhong was shocked when he saw this person's face clearly. Just as he was about to kneel on the ground and call this person, he was lifted up by the wind between his palms and told him with a serious face that from now on he only needs to call himself master the same way outside. good.
When Zhao Xiaozhong heard the words, he quickly bowed and agreed. He saw the man taking the magic book in his hand and flipping through it at will. Then he chopped out a lot of wooden stakes on the spot and nailed them to the ground with a wave of his hand.
As these wooden stakes fell down, a burst of extremely rich Yin Qi surged from the ground, making Zhao Xiaozhong's chest tighten and he could hardly breathe.
Seeing Zhao Xiaozhong's appearance, the man shook his head and smiled bitterly. He pulled out the wooden stakes and the rich black energy slowly dissipated. Then he motioned to Zhao Xiaozhong to repeat what he had just done.
Although Zhao Xiaozhong could not understand the spells in the grimoire, he roughly remembered the records in it. He did not expect that this person could create such a strong momentum by casually taking action, and he was filled with admiration.
But he didn't have the ability to wave his hands in formation, so he could only drive the wooden stakes into the ground one by one. As the last wooden stake was crookedly nailed into the ground, a faint black air emerged from the ground. came out, but compared with that person's methods, it was completely different.
The Yin Qi that the man used to draw out the barrier before instantly withered the surrounding scenery, and the Yin Qi in the barrier that Zhao Xiaozhong used dissipated before it could condense. His face was red and he felt ashamed.
The man didn't care at all. Instead, he instructed Zhao Xiaozhong to carve a spell on the tombstone according to the spells in the grimoire. Although Zhao Xiaozhong's painting was very ugly, it had a lot of effect. Black energy condensed, covering the surrounding area in a gloomy black mist.
The man nodded with satisfaction and then told him that the Yin Qi could cover his whereabouts. As long as he hid in the barrier, monsters would naturally be attracted to his door. At that time, he would just use the art of dirty earth to consume their energy. When you are angry, you can refine the death energy to improve your skills. When the time comes, you can naturally master the spells in the grimoire.
Then Zhao Xiaozhong saw this man randomly making a paper figurine and slightly changing it according to the records in the grimoire. Then a drop of blood was printed on the paper man's head. The paper man let out a weird laugh, then twisted his body and disappeared into the black mist.
After getting ready, the man told himself that his master still had important things to do. If he encountered any trouble, he could just call him, and then he disappeared into the black mist in a flash.
Zhao Xiaozhong originally wanted to ask something, but when he saw the man leaving in a hurry, he hurriedly hid in the barrier of the tombstone. Then, just as the master said, many monsters came one after another. .
At first, he was too frightened to do anything, but once he saw that these monsters broke into the black mist, they seemed to have lost their minds and stopped making any movement, as if they were willing to die, so he became bolder and started to attack them continuously. The death energy turned into his own. This place seems to have become an assembly line for the transformation of death energy, allowing him to grow up without any worries...
Another monster broke into this place today. He had just used the earth spirit bead to perform the art of dirty earth, and when he was about to absorb the death energy, he suddenly felt an unusual aura coming from him, which instantly broke his barrier. , and immediately panicked.
As a wooden stake was knocked away by the visitor, the barrier he was in became unstable, and finally shattered and disintegrated, exposing him to the outside.
You have to know how difficult it is to set up your own barrier. Although it is still not as good as the current master, it is much stronger than before. Unexpectedly, it was broken by someone inexplicably, and it was also frightening.
He finally made up his mind to jump out of the barrier and prepare to fight to the death, but when he saw no one in front of him, his expression was really wasted. The courage that was forcibly built up went as quickly as it came. The courage and courage that was finally lifted up were immediately digested, and I could only turn around and prepare to run away...
Just when he turned around, he saw a figure rushing towards him in the distance. He was frightened, but there was no way to avoid it, and where was there to hide?
