As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

Chapter 972 972

Chapter 972 Chapter 972

"Are you crazy?"

Scarface was covered in wounds. He had no choice but to shout, wanting Jiang Ming to regain his senses.

Jiang Ming was not crazy to begin with. When he heard this, his hands moved even faster.

The moment he struck out, some flames also came out.

The flames burned Scarface's body. He frantically extinguished the flames on his body while dealing with Jiang Ming.

Not long after, a part of his flesh had been burned.

Sikong Wuyuan forced himself to understand Scarface.

Scarface died immediately.

There were still many things he wanted to do, but he could no longer do them.

Jiang Ming clapped his hands.

Now, everything was completely resolved.

Gazing at the eighteen steps that had yet to disappear, Sikong Wuyuan felt a lingering fear in his heart. He felt that he could not see what lay at the bottom of the stairs.

Jiang Ming sneaked behind him and pushed him down.

Sikong Wuyuan was caught off guard and looked at Jiang Ming in disbelief.

How could this be?

Why did Ning Caichen do this to him? Weren't they good friends?

However, he knew that he could not get an answer, so he closed his eyes and prepared to die.

Jiang Ming also jumped down. He reached the ground before Sikong Wuyuan and caught him.

Sikong Wuyuan, who thought that he would die, could not help but feel strange.

When he opened his eyes, Jiang Ming's face was magnified hundreds of times in front of him.

Sikong Wuyuan left in a panic when he recalled what had just happened. He also found that he was in Jiang Ming's arms!

Jiang Ming knew that he was on guard. He dispelled his thoughts. "This step will also consume your spiritual energy. This is the only way. Only then will you not lose any spiritual energy."

Sikong Wuyuan pursed his lips. He also felt that it was reasonable. He said in relief, "I don't think you would do anything to hurt me. I was overthinking."

He secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

If Ning Caichen had really betrayed him, he would be at a loss.

The eighteen steps had completely disappeared at this moment. Jiang Ming sighed.

This final step had finally come to an end.

"You don't think that this is the end, do you?"

A voice sounded. Jiang Ming turned around and saw the maid standing at the side watching the show.

He could not remember who this maid's master was, but they definitely were not a simple maid.

"I want to avenge my master!"

The maid glared at Jiang Ming fiercely.

Jiang Ming nodded.

He spoke as if he was afraid of the maid.

Sikong Wuyuan jumped out and threw a rope in front of the maid.

The maid was shocked, and her face turned pale. It was exactly what Sikong Wuyuan had thought.

"Aren't you taking revenge?" he laughed. "You're a bit weak!"

"What does it have to do with you?" The maid suddenly felt embarrassed. She took a deep breath.

Murderous intent appeared in her heart.

The people in front of her were too noisy.

"The king is my good friend. This is a big deal!"

Sikong Wuyuan grimaced.

He had long been unhappy with Scarface. Now that he had angered his maid, he just got more annoyed.

The maid snorted coldly and slapped her palms, releasing a series of musical notes at Jiang Ming and Sikong Wuyuan.

The notes were loud and continuous.

"Is the show about to start?"

Sikong Wuyuan did not think much of it. He snorted and intended to catch the notes.

"This can't be caught out." Jiang Ming stopped him.

What? Ning Caichen actually knew what he was thinking?

Sikong Wuyuan's eyes were filled with confusion.

The musical notes were like a knife, splitting the stone in half.

Sikong Wuyuan sighed when he saw the neat scratches.

This person was really ruthless.

Still, why did she miss?

The maid was flustered and exasperated, and the bell tied to her ankle rang non-stop.

She spun toward Jiang Ming, who raised his feet and carved a cross around her.

"The waves are turbulent, and the loser becomes a bandit."

She walked into the air and was surrounded by water. The bell rang loudly.

Sikong Wuyuan felt a strange pressure rushing toward him, and he had no choice but to squat down.

Jiang Ming raised his palm, and the pressure was instantly taken away by him.

Sikong Wuyuan was dumbfounded.

This was the first time he had seen such a spell. Ning Caichen had surprised him every time.

He could not help but gulp.

When had Ning Caichen learned this spell?

However, Jiang Ming himself was also shocked.

He just wanted to fight, so why did he suck the pressure in?

However, the spiritual energy of this pressure flow was quite nourishing.

He was somewhat satisfied.

The maid was also frightened. She was about to cry.

Her spiritual energy had never been in such a situation before. How could it be absorbed by the king?

How was she going to survive in the future?

"Thief, I'll make you pay hundreds of times over!"

She was furious, and countless darts appeared in her hands in an instant.

Jiang Ming responded calmly.

However, the moment the dart approached him, it automatically flowed back into the maid's hand.

Jiang Ming was stunned by this action.

Jiang Ming pondered.

Should he thank the other party for not killing him, or should he laugh at the other party for making a mistake?

This was funny.

Sikong Wuyuan couldn't help but burst out laughing. He wanted to give the maid some respect, so he held back his laughter and said, "That… Thank you for not killing us…"

She stuttered and stuttered as she spoke. The maid's face turned green.

She took a deep breath and threw the thing in front of her again.

She did not believe that this thing would come back. Why was his thing so disobedient?

Just as she had expected, the darts had indeed returned.

The maid was about to cry again.

Why did this dart listen to the king?

She had painstakingly used her spiritual energy to raise so many darts, but none of them were grateful.

Jiang Ming sympathized with the maid.

"I think you should give up. Your things don't agree with what you're doing."

Sikong Wuyuan was open-minded and reminded the maid as well.

The maid girl put her hands on her waist, her face full of unwillingness to admit defeat.

"You want me to submit? No way!"

She leaped up and rushed straight toward Jiang Ming and Sikong Wuyuan.

The three of them fought nervously.

Unexpectedly, the maid disappeared into thin air in an instant.

"Forget it; he ran away."

Seeing the mess in front of him, Jiang Ming planned to return to the palace.

The people from the medical valley gathered together and blocked Jiang Ming.

" Your Majesty, please save us. We've suffered heavy casualties and can't heal ourselves."

Looking around, the commoners were covered in wounds of all sizes.

Some of them had lost a leg, while others had lost a hand.

"How dare you ask for help?"

Sikong Wuyuan smiled.

This group of people really had no sense of shame.