Seeing Zhang Feng coming, the rest of the people all surrendered, and Chu Tian took Zhang Feng to the Moon Palace to have a conversation.

Zhang Feng had a smile on his face, and Chu Tian knew at a glance that he must have won the Buddha.

"Senior, how powerful is the Buddha?"

Zhang Feng spoke.

"Very strong, stronger than I was back then."

The subtext of his words is very clear. When he only had a half-step realm of knowing one's life, the current Buddha is stronger than Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng paused.

"You want to take revenge, it can't be now."

Chu Tian nodded.

"Don't worry, senior, I know that my strength is not enough to compete with Futu."

Zhang Feng smiled.

"I know you have a calm personality, so I don't worry much. I can protect you for at least two years. Just work hard to improve yourself."

Chu Tian said ok and thanked Zhang Feng again.

...On the other side, in the secret room of the Fuyun Sect, Futu sat on a cold iron chair, his expression very ugly.

He is waiting for someone.

Wait for Du Bo.

Both Chu Tian and Zong Hai thought that Du Bo was dead, but was actually alive.

Futu left a trace of secret power on Du Bo. He was supposed to help Du Bo kill Chu Tian with one arm, but he didn't expect to save his life in the end.

The sound of footsteps came from the other end of the secret room, very weak.

Futu raised his head and looked in the direction where the sound came.

Du Bo's figure entered his eyes.

Although Du Bo escaped the terrifying explosion, he was seriously injured.

His whole body was covered in blood and blood. If it weren't for the power left by the Buddha, he would have died long ago.

Du Bo walked to Futu with difficulty and knelt in front of Futu with a thud.

He said with a trembling voice.

"Master, the disciple failed again!"

It can be seen that Du Bo is very scared. The severity and cruelty of the Buddha are famous in the Hundred Sect Realms.

He failed to kill Chu Tian one after another, and Futu would definitely be angry.

However, what Du Bo did not expect was that Futu did not blame him.

"Get up, it's so embarrassing to see your embarrassing look."

Du Bo did not dare to get up, so Fu Tu took something out of the spiritual ring and handed it to Du Bo's mouth.

"have eaten."

Du Bo was shocked and thought that the Buddha wanted to take his life with poison.

However, when he saw what was in Futu's hand, he felt overwhelmed with joy.

"This...this is...the holy demon fruit!"

No wonder Du Bo reacted so much. The Holy Demon Fruit is the treasure that evil cultivators most long for! The evil cultivator who takes the Holy Demon Fruit can not only recover all injuries, but also improve his own cultivation.

The fact that the Buddha was able to use such a treasure on him shows how much he valued Du Bo.

"Thank you for the reward of Master!"

Du Bo took the holy demon fruit with trembling hands, and then couldn't wait to stuff it into his mouth.

When the Holy Demon Fruit entered his stomach, Du Bo felt that his whole body was full of strength.

The wound on his body healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and within a short while, he recovered as before.

Not only that, Du Bo's cultivation has been improved again under the dual effects of the cultivation of the mother insect and the holy demon fruit.

At this moment, Du Bo clearly reached the peak of the ninth level of Thunder Refining! Du Bo kowtowed to Futu twice and said excitedly.

"Master, I'll go to Yufeng City to seek revenge on Chu Tian. This time, my disciple will definitely kill him!"

He was about to get up, but Futu pressed his shoulder.

"If you don't remember, Chu Tian will leave it to the master to deal with it."

Du Bo was stunned for a moment, and it was not until this time that he realized that the voice of Futu was different from the past, tired and old.

He looked up and immediately opened his eyes wide.

Futu changed the image of a middle-aged man in the past. His hair was gray and his face was full of wrinkles. Even the skin on the back of his hands was like the bark of an old tree.

Du Bo asked in disbelief.

"Master, what's wrong with you?

!”

Futu replied.

"I stood up with Zhang Feng for my teacher."

Du Bo was shocked. Zhang Feng was recognized as the best in the world of hundreds of sects. Although Futu had already entered the realm of knowing one's destiny, he was still much worse than Zhang Feng.

He was moved.

"Master, you are so hurt, and you even gave the Holy Demon Fruit to your disciple. The disciple is grateful to you. In the future, you will definitely be the master. As long as the master has orders, even if you go up to the sword mountain or the sea of ​​fire, you will be willing to do anything! The disciple's life is Master!"

Futu stared straight into Du Bo's eyes, making Du Bo's scalp numb.

"Master, my disciple is sincere and never lie!"

Futu reached out to touch Du Bo's head and said with a smile.

"Master believes in your loyalty and your life is Master."

Du Bo felt a chill inexplicably, he had a bad premonition.

But Futu didn't say he wanted to leave, so he could only kneel on the ground and dared not move at all.

Futu continued to look at Du Bo, Xiang was watching the artwork he created with his own hands.

He sighed.

"From the first time I saw you, I knew you were a good seedling for practicing evil skills.

So I worked very hard to cultivate you. In just four years, you have reached the peak of the ninth level of Thunder Refining, which is faster than I expected."

Du Bo swallowed.

"It's the master who teaches it well."

Futu continued.

"I like you very much, and I love you more than all the apprentices I have cultivated for thousands of years.

If I hadn't been hurt by Zhang Feng today, maybe I would have changed my mind and found another body."

Du Bo's hair stood up all over his body, and it seemed that an electric current surged through his spine, causing him to paralyze all over his body.

"Master, what are you talking about..." Futu smiled, his smile was very cunning.

"Master means that you are the body cultivated by Master and a container."

He touched Du Bo's face again, very satisfied.

"Everyone says that martial arts talent is decided by God, but I don't believe it.

I have lived with evil skills for thousands of years and replaced countless bodies, but I still cannot break the shackles set by heaven.

Fortunately, I have entrusted you with my blessings to take Chu Tian’s martial soul. My cultivation that has not moved for a thousand years has finally shown signs of progress.

It’s just a pity that my teacher’s body is too old, even if he has evil skills, he is not worthy of this excellent martial soul.

Only a young body can... a good disciple, didn't you just say that you were willing to sacrifice your life for your master? This will help you..." Du Bo's heart was completely filled with fear. He wanted to struggle and escape, but for some reason, he couldn't move all over his body.

He figured it out.

"You poisoned the Holy Demon Fruit!"

Futu smiled slightly.

“So smart.”

He reached out to touch Du Bo's mouth, and Du Bo immediately couldn't speak.

"After all, the master and the disciple are in a match, and I can't bear to listen to your screams."

After saying that, Futu's hand was put on Du Bo's head again and activated the evil skill to seize the body.
To be continued...