Chapter 26: The Death Deal

Before the white-haired old man could speak, a hoarse and rude voice sounded at the exit of the mezzanine: "I'm late, this gift is my apology." Before he could finish speaking, a bloody human head shook over.

Zhao Xiaofeng was taken aback, he recognized this human head, this human head was the thin man who escaped from here just now. Among the four, the one who escaped by luck gave his life instead.

The white-haired old man didn't speak, and his half-hidden eyes stared at the visitor.

As soon as Zhao Xiaofeng raised his head, he also saw the person who came clearly, and he was taken aback again.

The man who came was not a human at all! A long and narrow head was mostly covered by shaggy hair, and a small part of his face was blue-black, and a red eye was full of evil and viciousness. The man was tall and burly, but his hands were as slender as bird's claws. His claw-like hands were blue-black.

The white-haired old man finally spoke: "I didn't expect that the three masters of Demon Island would kill a small character who was powerless. His words were like a needle piercing the body of this strange man.

The strange man jumped up: "I, Xin Sanhu, have grown so big, no one has dared to say such a prickly thing in front of Lao Tzu." ”

Zhao Xiaofeng stared at this Xin Sanhu fiercely. Xin Sanhu is the third master of Demon Island, and he, Zhao Xiaofeng, has an inextricable deep hatred with Demon Island. Zhao Xiaofeng clearly remembered that in the past, the enemies who designed to frame his mother Wisteria God on the Nine Shadows Cliff were Demon Island.

The white-haired old man stood up suddenly: "Did you bring what I wanted?"

Xin Sanhu didn't answer, but pointed to the huge coffin in front of him: "This is the baby you said?"

The white-haired old man smiled and said in a shrill voice, "This is the priceless treasure I am talking about...... Where's what I want?" the white-haired old man was a little impatient.

Xin Sanhu sneered: "The thing is in my arms, I want to see what kind of priceless treasure this is." As he spoke, he strode over to the coffin. Xin Sanhu stretched out his hand to push the coffin lid open, but as soon as his thin hand like a bird's claw touched the coffin lid, it retracted like lightning. A strange chill ran down his fingertips and instantly spread throughout his body. He was stunned, and then said in ecstasy: "Cold Crystal Dark Iron!" Cold Crystal Dark Iron is an excellent material for making artifacts, and a little bit of Cold Crystal Dark Iron is a priceless treasure, let alone such a large coffin.

The white-haired old man was sneering: "There is still a big gift waiting for you in the coffin!"

Xin Sanhu just waved his hand lightly, and the heavy coffin lid was removed at once.

In the bright light of the fire, in the coffin lay a man with his eyes slightly closed, but in his mouth a glittering golden bead the size of a duck's egg. This person is Zhao Xun, the emperor of the Great Zhao Empire. It is said that Zhao Xun died of a violent illness and died a tragic death. But now this Zhao Xun lying in the coffin has a peaceful and calm face, as if he is asleep, and there is a touch of blush in the white face of the dead man.

Xin Sanhu's red eyes were staring at the big golden bead in the dead man's mouth, his lips trembling slightly, and he said to himself, "Tianxin Bead...... Tianxin Bead ...... "Tianxin Bead is a superb defensive artifact, and it has an absolute supreme status in defensive weapons.

The white-haired old man said coldly: "I didn't expect you to be a connoisseur of goods." ”

Xin Sanhu turned around slowly and let out a long sigh: "I didn't expect that the first generation of emperor Zhao Xun was actually poisoned to death. As he spoke, he couldn't help but turn around and look at the big golden bead in Zhao Xun's mouth, the Tianxin Bead.

Zhao Xiaofeng was taken aback, he didn't expect that Zhao Xun, the emperor of the Great Zhao Empire, was actually poisoned to death.

The white-haired old man was not surprised, but just asked: "The palace is heavily guarded, and everything the emperor eats is strictly controlled by special personnel, who has such a great ability to poison Zhao Xun to death?"

Xin Sanhu's eyes were still staring at the Heavenly Heart Bead: "The poison of the world, nine times out of ten, comes from the Ten Thousand Poison Gate. The Ten Thousand Poisons Gate can not only develop thousands of poisons, but also has the ability to poison unparalleled in the world. Don't say it's Zhao Xun, even the wisteria god who was invincible in the world back then suffered a big loss from them. ”

At the mention of his mother, the Wisteria God, Zhao Xiaofeng couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart. Wan Poison Gate is also the murderer of his mother, Zhao Xiaofeng has heard of it a long time ago, and now he has been confirmed from the mouth of Xin Sanhu on Demon Island.

The white-haired old man was asking again, looking a little anxious: "You still don't take out what I want?"

Zhao Xiaofeng glanced at the white-haired old man coldly, although he didn't know what kind of deal was between this white-haired old man and Xin Sanhu, but it was certain that the deal between them was very large, otherwise, this white-haired old man would never have taken so many priceless treasures of Cold Crystal Xuantie and the ultimate defensive artifact Tianxin Bead as a condition of exchange.

Xin Sanhu glanced at the white-haired old man, and suddenly said, "These two things are indeed very good, but what I really want is not these?" His red eyes were like two burning fireballs, "What am I talking about, you must have known it for a long time." ”

The white-haired old man was silent for a long time before he let out a long sigh: "I know you want the demon sword, but it's a pity that the demon sword we stole is just a fake." ”

Xin Sanhu was surprised: "What you stole was a fake sword?"

The white-haired old man said helplessly, "Yes!" He sighed and continued: "Zhao Xun's mausoleum has collapsed, and we have been looking underground for seven days and seven nights, and we have not found the shadow of the demon sword. ”

Zhao Xiaofeng glanced at the severed wooden sword inserted in his waist, this half of the wooden sword was the illusion of the Demon God Spell. What is forbidden in the Demon God Spell is the ancient artifact Demon Sword. When he was in the Demon Sword Pool, the Seven Great Elders once told Zhao Xiaofeng that if he wanted to lift the Demon God Curse, he had to find the ancient artifact Demon Sword. The Demon Sword and Demon Sword merge into one, and the Demon God Spell will be automatically destroyed. The Demon Sword is a token of the demon world, and with it, you can command the demons in the world, and I am the only one. Zhao Xiaofeng has a magic sword on his body, but it's a pity that he lacks a demon sword. Unexpectedly, the demon sword was buried in the mausoleum of Zhao Xun, the emperor of the Great Zhao Empire. Zhao Xiaofeng completely understood that this white-haired old man, the former head of the palace of the Great Zhao Empire, was actually a tomb robber! Regardless of whether he personally participated in it or not, the theft of Emperor Zhao Xun's mausoleum had a close relationship with him.

There were four people in the group just now, and now there are only three left. Among the three of them are Xiao Liu, Lao Ma, and a young man with a cold appearance. This young man was none other than the tomb robber Hanbing. Cold ice, like his name, looks like a piece of ice. Han Bing had been standing quietly to the side, his head down, as if he was thinking about something.

Xin Sanhu suddenly said, "Where is that fake demon sword?"

The white-haired old man coughed lightly: "Han Bing, take it to the third master." ”

As if he had just come to his senses, Han Bing carefully took out a burden from the black defensive bulge. The burden is long and narrow. The baggage opened, and inside was a sword that glowed red. Han Bing gently picked up the sword and held it in front of Xin Sanhu with both hands.

Xin Sanhu picked up the sword that flashed red light, looked at it carefully, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh: "Okay...... All right...... What a big bale!" he said, his hand shaking slightly, and the red-glowing sword turned to powder.

Han Bing stood silently, like a wood carved clay sculpture.

As soon as Xin Sanhu raised his hand, the powder in the sky surrounded the ice.

Han Bing didn't move, let alone resist, because he knew that the only result of resistance was death! He knew the strength of Demon Island, there were three major island owners on Demon Island, and no one knew the surname of the big island owner, and people only knew his nickname - Ghost Shen Chou! Ghost Shen Chou's martial arts cultivation was said to be close to the Divine Spirit Realm. Xin Erhu, the master of the second island, has reached the realm of honorable spirits in martial arts. The master of the three islands is Xin Sanhu, and his martial arts cultivation has reached the middle stage of the Holy Spirit Realm. Xin Erhu and Xin Sanhu are siblings and are the de facto rulers of Demon Island. The lord of the big island is worried, and he always sees the head and the tail of the dragon, and no one on the demon island has ever seen his true face. Ghost Shenchou also rarely appears on Demon Island, and his whereabouts are a mystery.

The white-haired old man shook his head, sighed, and said coldly: "It depends on the owner to beat the dog, Xin Laosan, don't do things too much." As he spoke, he rose from the comfortable chair.

Xin Sanhu said angrily: "You said that you were going to give me the demon sword, did you temporarily regret it and play tricks with this kid?" he pointed to the looming face of the white-haired old man as he spoke.

The white-haired old man's blurry eyes suddenly brightened, and two cold lights stabbed straight at Xin Sanhu like two sharp swords.

Xin Sanhu's heart sudden, and the hand pointing at the white-haired old man hung down involuntarily. He knew how powerful the other party was. Although this white-haired old man was born in a beast class, his current cultivation has reached the level of a divine beast. Among the divine beasts, the high-level divine beasts that have been cultivated for millions of years can be comparable to the human spirit realm. A super divine beast that has been cultivated for millions of years is comparable to the human god realm. Although the improvement of the cultivation of the divine beast is related to the cultivation time, it is not possible to reach a certain level by cultivating to a certain period of time. There are four levels of Divine Beasts: Elementary Divine Beasts, Intermediate Divine Beasts, Advanced Divine Beasts, and Super Divine Beasts. Although it is difficult for most beasts to advance when they cultivate to the primary Divine Beast level, the beasts at the Divine Beast level are a super terrifying existence after all. Although the primary divine beast is not comparable to the human spirit realm, it can definitely be compared to the human spirit realm. Xin Sanhu's martial arts cultivation is in the middle of the Holy Spirit Realm, and the white-haired old man is the primary level of the divine beast, these two can be said to be equal, and if they meet opponents, if they really fight, it is very likely that the fish will die and the net will be broken, and both will lose.

The white-haired old man saw that Xin Sanhu had reined in, so he slowly sat down on the chair again.

Xin Sanhu raised his hand, and the powder that surrounded the ice disappeared without a trace. He glanced at the white-haired old man angrily: "I brought what you wanted, but I am determined to get the demon sword, I will give you a three-year period, within three years, if you can't find the demon sword, you will return the original thing." As he spoke, with a wave of his hand, a large golden package appeared out of thin air on the long table in front of the white-haired old man.