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The Scorpion King wielded the Killing Demon Sword, killing all the way from the outer city to the inner city, and the enemies who were lying at his feet were more than 10,000 people.

After the Killing Demon Sword absorbed the blood of ten thousand people, the blood light skyrocketed, and its power increased greatly. Thousands of troops and horses were in front of him, it was simply a straw, and the scorpion king swung out with a sword, and the capital shook and was unstoppable.

The people in the capital were all panicked, where is this person, it is simply a demon who came out of hell.

The Scorpion King fought all the way to the palace, and was supposed to kill his enemy with a sword, however, the woman who had haunted her soul appeared.

She appeared before the enemy and cried out, "Don't kill my father." ”

"Get out of the way, I don't want to hurt you." The Scorpion King's heart is dripping blood, and the woman he loves deeply is in front of him, choosing to give up hatred, and he can grow old with her and love for eternity.

If you choose hatred, you will lose the love of your life. In the choice between love and hate, he still chose hatred and gave up love.

"You get out of the way, I don't want to hurt the innocent." The Scorpion King's eyes were cold, and the killing demon sword in his hand was longing, longing for the blood of the enemy.

The woman was determined and refused to back down. "If you want to kill my father, walk over my corpse first."

In the face of the woman he had loved for a long time, even the murderous Scorpion King relented, and he was at war in his heart, did he choose love or hatred? In the end, he chose hatred.

"Get out of the way." The Scorpion King took a step forward, and the Killing Demon Sword shone with blood-red light, pressing directly at people's hearts.

With tears in her eyes, she said: "If I die, I can let go of your hatred in exchange for you, and I will die without regrets!" As the words fell, she rushed forward in one step, and the Killing Demon Sword pierced through her body.

"Life can't stay with you for a long time, and death is willing, die in your arms......"

The Scorpion King hugged her body, tears raining down, "Why are you so stupid......"

"It feels so good to lie in your arms!" When the words fell, she died of anger and died in the arms of her beloved.

The Scorpion King cried out in grief, the person he loved most in his life died under his own sword, what a cruel reality.

If he could choose again, he would rather give up his hatred and choose to be with her, stay together for a long time, and never give up.

The Scorpion King picked up her corpse and left the place where he was heartbroken, returning to the cave where he had once practiced the great art of killing.

He originally wanted to spend the rest of his life here with the woman he loved deeply, but because of someone's appearance, he changed his mind.

The Scorpion King was holding her corpse, and as soon as he stepped into the cave, he heard a voice: "You are finally back." ”

The Scorpion King was shocked, glanced at the cave, and said in surprise: "Who is it, come out for me." ”

A cold voice sounded in the cave: "I'm your master, you don't recognize me." ”

The Scorpion King snorted coldly: "I don't have a master, no matter who you are, hurry up and come out for me, otherwise, I will kill you." ”

A laugh rang out in the cave: "As soon as you learn the great art of killing, you have to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors, and you are worthy of being my disciple." As the words fell, an old man with gray hair walked out.

The old man squinted his eyes at the woman in her arms, and said in a dark voice: "It's just a woman, why care too much." Those of us who practice the great art of killing must have murderous thoughts in our hearts and destroy human nature. ”

"The slightest affection for children will be a stumbling block on your way forward."

The Scorpion King was murderous and solemn, and said coldly: "Let me ask you again, who are you?" ”

The old man smiled and said: "I opened up this cave, the killing technique you learned was left here by me, and the killing magic sword in your hand was given to you by me, you say, who am I?" ”

The old man continued: "Since you stepped into this cave, I have been secretly observing you, you have a grudge and murderous intentions, which is very suitable for cultivating the great art of killing. ”

"In three years, you have cultivated the Great Art of Killing to this realm, and the teacher really didn't look away. The art of killing will be carried forward in your hands in the future. ”

The Scorpion King snorted coldly: "It seems that I am going to disappoint you, I will not practice again after the Great Technique of Killing, I will return to the mountains and forests with her, and I will never step into the red dust from now on." ”

The old man smiled: "You are too naïve to think, those who practice the great art of killing, everyone must use human blood as food, otherwise, you will feel the bite of ten thousand insects, and you will not want to live." ”

The Scorpion King snorted coldly: "Do you think I will believe that set of nonsense you made up?" ”

The old man's face changed, and he said, "Believe it or not, you will experience it in the future, don't forget that I am your master, a cultivator of the Great Art of Killing." ”

The Scorpion King's face was hideous, and he snorted coldly: "I'll tell you again, I don't have a master, and you don't deserve to be my master." ”

The old man didn't get angry, but laughed and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't recognize me as a master, I recognize you as an apprentice, it's enough." Come on, I'll take you to a place where you can really understand what life is. ”

The Scorpion King was suspicious and followed the old man into the depths of the cave.

The old man opened the stone door and walked in. The Scorpion King also followed, and when he looked at it, he saw that it was full of scorpions, including huge scorpions, and small scorpions that could fly, in short, all kinds of scorpions.

There are tens of thousands of scorpions, all of which come in different shapes, and the only thing they have in common is that they are all highly poisonous.

The old man smirked: "This is the army of scorpions that I have carefully cultivated for decades, and you will be their master in the future." You will rule them, conquer the desert, and establish an eternal kingdom of scorpions. ”

The Scorpion King suddenly felt a pain under his feet, and he hurriedly looked down, only to see a black scorpion, raising its stinger, and stung himself.

The Scorpion King felt his head dizzy and confused, and finally threw himself on the ground with a thud.

The old man looked at him and sneered in a dark voice: "Sleep, when you wake up, you will be the unique scorpion king of this desert." ”

The Scorpion King woke up from his coma, and when he saw his appearance, he was startled, he was no longer in the appearance of a human, but a human-faced scorpion body.

At the instigation of the old man, the Scorpion King led the army of scorpions to conquer the desert, moving forward and being invincible.

The Scorpion King swept across the desert and was famous for killing, and wherever he passed, the chickens and dogs were not left behind, and they were all killed.

The army of scorpions led by the Scorpion King occupies almost half of the country. In an oasis, the Scorpion King gathered the soldiers captured on the battlefield to build a palace.

It took three years for the Scorpion King's palace to be built.

The Scorpion King returned to the cave and successfully attacked the old man, piercing his heart with a sword.

The old man looked at the killing demon sword that passed through his body, and said bitterly: "It is worthy of being my apprentice, until now, I have not forgotten to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors." ”

The Scorpion King's face was gloomy, and he said, "Master, rest in peace!" I will help you carry forward the great art of killing, and I will also help you realize the dream you have always hoped for. The master of this desert will be my scorpion king in the future. ”

The old man sneered and said, "The cultivators of the Great Art of Killing are all disciples who deceive teachers and destroy ancestors, there is no difference between you and me. I forgot to tell you one thing, you will die worse than I did. ”

"What do you mean by that?" The Scorpion King's face was gloomy.

"The art of killing extinction of human nature, with the murder of the Tao, hurts the peace of heaven, and every thirty years, there will be a catastrophe. When I died, my way of avoiding the Tribulation was cut off. ”

"The next time the catastrophe comes, you will be struck to death by lightning, and the end will be worse than mine."

"I am the king of the desert, the only scorpion king, and God can't help me."

"You're too arrogant......" The words fell, and the old man didn't bat a glance and turned back into the body of a beast.

The Scorpion King looked at it, and it turned out that this old thing was a scorpion master, no wonder it would cultivate an army of tens of thousands of scorpions here.

The Scorpion King didn't care about God's punishment at all, and continued to command the scorpion army to fight in the desert. The day before he set out on his expedition, the catastrophe came, and the sky was dark, black clouds, and thunder and lightning flashed.

The Scorpion King is arrogant and cold, he is not afraid of the Heavenly Tribulation, he is famous for his killing art in the desert, and he will also fight against the Heavenly Tribulation with the killing art.

- If the heavens want to destroy me, I will rebel against the heavens!

The mighty heavens covered the sky, and nine thunderbolts flashed vertically and horizontally, shattering the void and attacking fiercely towards the arrogant man who disrespected the sky.

The Scorpion King resisted the catastrophe with his body, and was finally severely injured by the nine heavenly thunderbolts, making it difficult to recover.

The Scorpion King lay on his hospital bed, and when he was dying, he said: "I have killed too many people in my life, and it is not a pity to die, and I have only one wish in my heart, so that everything in this palace will be saved from robbers." ”

"After I die, you will live and protect this palace so that it will be immortal."

When the Scorpion King closed his eyes, he saw her, the woman he loved most deeply, and she beckoned to her in the distant sky, as if to say:

"Life can't stay with you for a long time, and death is willing to die in your arms...... It feels so good to lie in your arms! ”

"Yao Qian, I'm here to accompany you, from now on, no one can separate us......"

After the death of the Scorpion King, his body was buried in a bronze coffin. There is another person in this bronze coffin, and that is the woman he loves the most...... Yao Qian.

- Life cannot stay together, and death must rest together.

According to the Scorpion King's last wishes, the people of the Scorpion Clan buried the bronze coffin in the body of the troll scorpion.

The news of the Scorpion King's death spread throughout the desert. His enemies and rivals unite to defeat the palace. A great battle stained the desert with blood, and the scorpion army, once proud of the Scorpion King, was outnumbered and wounded.

The troll scorpion guarded the palace and fended off six frantic attacks from the enemy.

At this moment, the mighty Tianwei struck again, this time it was no longer the Nine Heavenly Thunder, but the Nine Desert Salon Scrolls. The sky was dark, the yellow sand was flying all over the sky, and the desert saloon swept across the four fields, burying all living objects in the yellow sand.

The troll scorpion is loyal to the Scorpion King, inherits his last wish, and chooses to sleep in the palace to protect everything that once was from being looted by outsiders.

The desert salon rolled up the yellow sand, burying the once glorious palace of the Scorpion King, and did not see the light of day.

In the future, every hundred years, there will be a desert salon in the desert, and when the time comes, the palace of the Scorpion King buried in the yellow sand will be rediscovered.