Chi Chi!
Witness!
Yang Ziming saw Chu Yang's eyes suddenly open. It was as if two supreme assassins had appeared in each of his eyes, and each of them struck out with a peerless sword.
His gaze bore all of this and pierced through the walls of the secret chamber. It was as if a sword had pierced through two pieces of tofu.
Two streams of blood flowed out from the corners of Chu Yang's eyes.
In the previous witness, Chu Yang's eyes were like two peerless assassins who had launched a peerless attack without any regard for their lives. They had condensed his True Yuan, essence, spirit, Martial Spirit, soul, and soul into one and shot it out.
His eyes bore all of this and were overloaded. His mind was suddenly exhausted to the extreme, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.
"My assassin Martial Spirit is actually so powerful!!!"
Yang Ziming looked at all of this and his hands trembled in excitement. If this was the case, wouldn't the blood feud between him and the Yang Clan be just around the corner?
He looked at Chu Yang in front of him again, and all of his excitement disappeared. "Is he really relying on external objects? Ridiculous! I really have eyes but failed to see. I underestimated the heroes of the world. "
In just a short moment, Chu Yang was able to see through his Assassin Martial Spirit. He was able to dig out all the mysteries within it. What kind of perception was this? How shocking was this perception?
It wasn't the Soul Wheel Realm artifact that was powerful, but the Soul Wheel Realm artifact was incomparably powerful in his hands!
Yang Ziming realized that he had completely reversed the two of them.
After that, he thought of Chu Yang's movement technique as a formation master, and mocked himself in his heart. He felt that he was too short-sighted. The Chu Yang in front of him had a very low cultivation level, only a few levels higher than him. However, he was incomparably powerful. He was so powerful that he could use formations and Soul Wheel Realm artifacts to kill opponents who were several times stronger than him.
"If he was me, maybe it wouldn't be as simple as me killing a few people. My parents, brothers and sisters wouldn't die, and the people of the Yang Clan wouldn't die either."
"Am I useless, or is this Chu Yang in front of me too outrageous?!"
Yang Zi Ming couldn't help but doubt himself. His heart was in a mess as he thought to himself, "It's not impossible for him to kill that bastard Gold Roc Holy Child. Not to mention his great kindness, he also taught me so much, allowing me to realize how extraordinary my Martial Spirit is. I have to thank him for this."
He directly knelt down in front of Chu Yang. Without saying a word, he began to kowtow.
"What do you do?"
Chu Yang opened his eyes tiredly, and his tone was full of fatigue.
"Ya ya!"
Xiao Guai was also barking on his shoulder. It seemed to be saying that the favor of saving his life and the Assassin martial soul canceled each other out. Why are you kneeling? Why are you kowtowing?
"The Assassin martial soul in my body is like a bright pearl covered in dust. I, Yang Zi Ming, have been guarding a mountain of treasures without realizing it. Today, I am fortunate to have met Young Master Chu, who enlightened me and gave me some pointers. This time, I, Yang Zi Ming, am unable to repay your kindness. Please accept my kowtows."
Chu Yang forced a smile in his tiredness, "If we are to say thank you, I should be the one thanking you!"
He cupped his fists in front of Yang Zi Ming, "Today, after seeing Brother Yang's Assassin martial soul, this Chu has comprehended the ancient Dao of the Assassin. This is a heaven-defying blessing, and I have taken away Brother Yang's good fortune. I am very sorry."
"No no no!" Yang Zi Ming shook his head, "Young Master Chu, if it weren't for you, even if I had a hundred or a thousand years of experience, I wouldn't be able to understand the mysteries of this Assassin martial soul. I would only be envious of others. Today, it was Young Master Chu who enlightened me. You are my guide, please don't make me feel wronged."
Chu Yang smiled, "We don't need to be like this. If you feel indebted to me, and I stole the secrets of your martial soul, then at most we don't owe each other anything."
After a pause, he looked at Zhu Yuanji and Li Jianmu, "The two of you, I am a little tired now, and my mood will be very bad soon. Therefore, the two of you don't have many opportunities. When I ask you questions, you better cherish them. Where is the Gold Roc Holy Son?"
Without waiting for Zhu Yuanji and Li Jianmu to speak, Yang Zi Ming knelt down in front of Chu Yang, "Young Master Chu, I know where the Gold Roc Holy Son is! These two people have a blood feud with me. Can you hand them over to me? "
When Zhu Yuanji and Li Jianmu talked, they never avoided Yang Zi Ming. How could Yang Zi Ming not know the whereabouts of the Gold Roc Holy Son? Seeing Yang Zi Ming gnashing his teeth, Chu Yang could only nod.
Before leaving, he said, "Brother Yang, you are still alive, and you are not alive to be a beast, neither human nor ghost. You still have many things to do."
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