All My Skills Are Picked Up

To dare to intercept the deacon of Martial Tower in broad daylight, he was truly bold to the extreme.    

The deacons stared forward, wanting to see what kind of person had the courage to do so. If the other party dared to make another move, they really wouldn't mind killing him on the spot. Take out the other party's courage and take it back for collection.    

"The special grade deacon of Martial Tower is here. Leave his corpse behind and retreat at once!"    

The person's body was wrapped in a black robe, and he slowly raised a deacon token.    

The word 'special grade' on it was truly shocking. The deacons immediately put away their weapons and prepared to leave. However, the leader of the Level 3 deacon frowned slightly and raised his hand to say, "Wait. Special rank deacon sir, can you let me take a look at the token?"    

"Are you suspecting me?"    

The black robed man said indifferently. His voice was somewhat angry.    

This Level 3 deacon was not afraid. So what if it was a super deacon? He had seen it many times in the Martial Tower. He had never seen a super deacon so secretive, even if it was a Holy Deacon, it would not be like this.    

Therefore, this Level 3 deacon instinctively felt that something was different. That was why it needed to look at the token.    

"Lord super deacon, this is the rule. Please forgive me!"    

The black-robed man was silent for a moment before throwing the token over.    

The Level 3 deacon immediately received the token and examined it carefully. As a deacon who had been in the Martial Tower for many years. He was extremely familiar with the token. The texture of the token and the words were correct. It was indeed a true deacon token.    

However, after flipping it over, the words' Ho Dong 'on the back made him instantly alert.    

Deacon He Dong? Wasn't he already announced as a Devil Cultivator? Not good...    

Just as this Level 3 deacon was about to flare up, he suddenly felt that his body no longer belonged to him. He stared blankly as his body began to move on its own. He opened his mouth and let out a cold voice.    

"I've confirmed it. Put down the corpse and hand it over to Lord super deacon!"    

That voice didn't sound like him. He immediately understood that he was being controlled by his mind. However, no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless. He couldn't even move his finger slightly.    

When the deacons behind him heard that, they immediately put down Wu Qian's corpse and turned around to leave. He walked mechanically to the side of the black-robed man.    

Then he heard the cold words of the black-robed man.    

"Why do you need so many things? You lost your life for no reason."    

After saying that, the black-robed man took back his token and pointed at Wu Qian's coffin. "Bring it with you and follow me!"    

"Yes!"    

His body responded calmly. Then, he lifted the coffin and followed the black-robed man's footsteps. Then, he mounted a pitch-black flying ship.    

A few hours later, the two of them arrived outside the capital city. Then, the flying ship directly descended from the sky and arrived at the bottom of the cliff outside the capital city. It then slowly stabilized itself before it was about to crash.    

The black-robed man got off the flying ship and took off his black robe, revealing his thin body and pale face. He was the Devil Cultivator Corpse King, who had changed his body.    

Behind him, the Level 3 deacon slowly put down the coffin. Then, the iron coffin lid was lifted on the spot, revealing Wu Qian's corpse.    

Corpse King walked forward and took a closer look. His face was full of smiles.    

"Good, good, good. As I expected!"    

Corpse King was very satisfied, and even clapped lightly. He turned his head to look at the Level 3 deacon again. Corpse King snapped his fingers and said indifferently, "You can die now!"    

After saying this, the Level 3 deacon's entire body shook, as if it had suffered a violent attack. Then, blood flowed out from its seven apertures. Its entire body quickly fell to the ground, and in the next moment, it completely lost its vitality.    

Killing people was as simple as killing chickens, and Corpse King couldn't even be bothered to look at it.    

His gaze kept wandering around Wu Qian's body, and Corpse King kept muttering, "As expected, the origin force of the miniature Original World sealed the last bit of his divine soul, and didn't dissipate. His body had been modified by the origin power, and it had become much stronger. Unfortunately, the strength of this miniature Original World is still too weak. If it's really the initial stage, he should become a true flying zombie."    

Corpse King patted Wu Qian's chest and said with a smile," But it doesn't matter. I'll help you with the rest. "    

Corpse King suddenly inserted his finger into Wu Qian's chest. A dark red thing with a red color seeped into Wu Qian's body from his fingernail. Corpse King then waved his hand and said, "Rise!"    

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Qian's corpse suddenly sat up.    

The skin on his body quickly turned black, and his eyes turned red. Corpse King looked at it and said, "From today onwards, you will respect me as your king. You will never die, and you will wander between life and death. You will become my shadow and serve me by my side. Darkness is your power, killing is your instinct. I will grant you the name you used when you were alive, Wu Qian!"    

Wu Qian slowly crawled out of the coffin. It was obvious that his body was still stiff.    

However, his body was emitting a terrifying murderous aura. It was the filthy Qi condensed from hatred, and it had the power to corrode everything.    

The hatred he had when he was alive had turned into the aura of death.    

Corpse King looked at the murderous aura on Wu Qian's body with satisfaction. This was the kind of corpse puppet he wanted. If it was an ordinary corpse, it wouldn't be worth him taking the risk to enter the capital again.    

"So strong!"    

Suddenly, a sigh of praise came from the side.    

Corpse King immediately turned around and waved his palm. A black Qi shattered the huge rock. After a loud explosion, a young figure appeared in front of him.    

He seemed to be a warrior in his twenties, but he was different from other warriors. There was a crazy aura on his body.    

"Demonic Cultivator?"    

Corpse King frowned. If it was an ordinary martial artist, he would kill them right now. But Demonic Cultivator could also be considered to be part of the Devil Cultivator. Currently, Devil Cultivator was weak. If he killed one, he would really lose one.    

"I'm not a Demonic Cultivator. Although I look like one, I'm not one."    

The young martial artist still wanted to quibble. Corpse King coldly snorted and said, "If I say you are, then you are. You saw something you shouldn't have seen. Dig out your own eyes and scram."    

The young martial practitioner suddenly took a few steps forward when he heard this and said, "I'm not leaving. It's not easy for me to see a Demon Divine Level figure who has the ability to bring the dead back to life. How can I leave just like that? "    

Bang!    

The young martial artist suddenly knelt down in front of Corpse King, and then began to kowtow three times and nine times.    

"Lord Demon God, please accept me as your disciple!"    

The young martial artist's forehead was covered in blood, and underneath him was a pile of crushed stone powder.    

Corpse King looked at him and suddenly smiled, saying, "Interesting. You want to take me as your master? Do you know that when Devil Cultivator takes in disciples, all of them are cauldrons?"    

The young martial artist gritted his teeth and said," For the sake of power, so what if they are cauldrons? In this world, the weak will not die a good death. "    

"You're right, there are too many false people, false people, false things, fake justice. Only power is real. What's your name? Weak"    

The young martial artist replied word by word," Kid, Hsu Yiheng! "