Chapter 160 Huangquan - Three Days of Demon King

Warrior Island is a small island with extremely victorious martial arts. The island is famous for its countless famous warriors.

The strong are respected! It has always been the unspoken survival rule of Warrior Island.

As long as you have the strength on this island, you can do whatever you want and be recognized by everyone.

For example, Zheng Ye, Zheng Xiong and Luo Tie, who are known as the strongest three on the island, are listed as nine-level warriors, and the three of them have absolute rights on the island.

Master Zheng once destroyed other people's clan because one person secretly scolded him behind his back, making the village that had been full of laughter and red with blood, and there was no more laughter from the past.

This was originally an indignant thing, but on Warrior Island, the people on the island only forgive him because "Master Zheng" has the strongest strength on the island.

And Zheng Xiong, he doesn't know how many pure girls he raped on the street on Warrior Island, but his evil deeds have also been forgiven by the people on the island.

Luo Tie, killing his brother and killing his father, still went his own way.

It is not that the people on the warrior island are afraid of them and succumb to their force, but because they have been indoctrinated with the concept of "respecting the strong" since childhood, so they really worship Master Zheng, Zheng Xiong, Luo Tie and others, rather than giving in.

The wide streets of Warrior Island have always been reserved for powerful people, and ordinary people also consciously retreat to both sides of the street and leave the wide street center to the strong.

This has always been an unwritten rule on Warrior Island.

But Huang Quan didn't know this. He walked in the middle of the road. He also knew that such a thing would also bring him a disaster.

"Kill him!" Looking at the people around him pointing fingers at him and demanding Zheng Xiong and Luo Tie to kill him, Huang Quan's anger in his heart increased again. A bunch of garbage dare to kill me!"

The more Huang Quan thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more annoyed he became. What a shame to be beaten back for such a ridiculous reason.

Zheng Xiong easily fell down Huang Quan who stood up again, and there was still the contempt and disdain on his face.

Zheng Xiong found that Huang Quan was like a tenacious cockroach. No matter how he knocked others down, Huang Quan could always stand up again. What Zheng Xiong couldn't stand most was Huang Quan's unchanging eyes.

Zheng Xiong was very angry with his calm, calm and calm eyes that day.

"Boom!" Zheng Xiong would never show mercy again and punched Huang Quan's head, who fell to the ground and was ready to get up.

"Hum!" Like tens of millions of bees buzzing around his ears, Huang Quan remembered but could no longer stand up.

There was Zheng Xiong's slightly smiling voice in his ear: "You two come and carry this guy away and throw him into the sea. Don't dirty our soldiers' land with such garbage."

The two people in the crowd who were lucky enough to be drawn by Zheng Xiong immediately ran out like two dogs with their tails between their waists and tails, raised Huang Quan's body and walked to the seaside.

"When have I been humiliated like this?" Huang Quan is not afraid of death, but he can't die like this because he is too cowardly.

But the facts can't always be at will. The yellow spring, which has always been conceited in Longhuan Mountain, shows that it is worthless on the first island after leaving his hometown. So what can he rely on to enjoy this new world?

"I'm nothing without strength!" Huang Quan is not afraid of death. He still thinks that he can't die now, not just because he is too cowardly.

His life was exchanged for the lives of hundreds of people in Fengdu. He swore to the people who died in Fengdu that he would take their souls to live a wonderful life.

So he can't die now.

"I need strength!" Huang Quan shouted in the bottom of his heart.

"I want to be stronger!" At this moment, Huang Quan wanted to be better no matter what, at least he could defeat the person who humiliated him in front of him.

"I want to be stronger!" With a bang, Huangquan, who could not move, was mercilessly thrown into the sea by the two people instructed by Zheng Xiong, and a salty and bitter sea instantly poured into his mouth.

Huang Quan felt that his body was brought deeper by the tide of the sea, and the sea kept pouring into his mouth, but Huang Quan's belief did not change at all. "I want to be strong, I want to have power!"

A call keeps shouting in Huangquan's heart. Only people who have died once like Huangquan can truly realize how wonderful it is to live, so Huangquan doesn't want to die again.

"Bang, I can give you strength." Suddenly, a sound suddenly appeared in Huangquan's ears as if falling from the sky.

"Who?" Huang Quan was shocked by the sudden sound in his ear, and his turbid spirit gradually woke up. He tried to open his eyes to make himself float on his face, and then looked around, but saw nothing.

"Bang, I can give you strength." The child-like laughter sounded, and the sound from some direction still sounded in Huangquan's ears.

A dark and deep voice was like a life-saving lock, awakening Huangquan, who was in despair. He struggled to climb from the sea to the beach of the island, and finally collapsed to the beach powerlessly. When the waves hit him, he could no longer get up.

"Do you want strength?" The extremely ** sound is still ringing.

Huang Quan no longer cares where the power comes from. He closed his eyes and replied in the bottom of his heart, "Think! I want to have power."

Huang Quan, who has strong self-esteem, would rather be killed than be humiliated by them. He will repay the shame anyway before he dies.

"Give me strength!" For a long time, the sound never appeared in Huang Quan's ear again, and Huang Quan finally couldn't help calling out to the unknown voice.

"Good!" The sound finally sounded in my ear again, without the ethereal and illusory at the beginning. The sound began to become real. At this time, Huang Quan looked at the Jiuyou magic sword he had been holding in his hand. At this time, the magic sword that had saved him many times, and the originally empty eyes of the skull hilt exuded a faint red. Light, high and low hoarse voices are emanating from the skull at the hilt of the sword: "I can give you strength, but only three days, you will have a demon-like power of destruction, but in three days you will become a useless person, and your lifelong martial arts will be destroyed. Are you willing to do so?"

The quiet words seem to be ** and a warning!

"I do!" Huang Quan did not hesitate at all and responded directly to the Jiuyou Magic Sword.

Although he was surprised why the Jiuyou Magic Sword had an independent consciousness and why he could speak, it was better than the anger in Huangquan's heart. He didn't care who he lost to, but the humiliation was that he had to get back no matter what, at all costs.

"Hey!" The skull of the Jiuyou demon sword hilt is even more red, and the frightening voice seems to hide a big conspiracy.

"I said I would. Please give me strength. Give me the power of the devil. Three days is enough!" Huang Quan glanced at the magic sword in his hand, and his eyes naturally burst into a strong domineering spirit. At the same time, the unconcealed murder and resentment are endless like waves.

"Hey, it's ready!" The magic sword seemed to feel that Huang Quan's domineeringness was no longer joking with him. A powerful force burst out of the magic sword in an instant and began to fill his whole body along Huangquan's arm.

"Ah!" Huang Quan only felt that his body was stiff and could no longer move. A fire-like airflow was spreading along his arm to his whole body. Although the airflow was not a real flame, it was better than a flame. Huang Quan could clearly feel that the meridians he was proud of, which began to be anxious and slowly withered under the spread of the airflow. Wither.

"I can't practice anymore." Looking at the burned meridians in his body, there was a tingling pain in the bottom of his heart. At this moment, he seemed to be a little sober, but he did not regret the powerful power in exchange for this, even if the power was only three days.

The black gas rises from Huangquan's body, which is like black smoke emitted by spontaneous combustion in the body, but that's not, it's magic gas!

Scanning at the black magic gas around his body, Huang Quan's eyes gradually emitted a faint red light, like the empty pupils of the skeleton at the hilt of the Jiuyou demon sword.

The vast magic air is like a floating cloud, slowly rising around Huangquan.

"Even if you can't practice, even if you can no longer follow Liu Xinzheng's trace, even if you become an abandoned person for life, so what? Even if only three days of the power of the demon king can eliminate this humiliation, it is enough!" An uncontrollable passion surged in Huangquan's heart. Ordinary people would think that it was an uneconomical deal to change his life for three days of demon king power, but Huangquan was full of enthusiasm and did not think that he had suffered a loss. Instead, he felt happy to get this transaction. At the thought of trampling on the person who humiliated him in a moment, The haze in my heart was swept away.

Wow!

Like the waves, the wind came in an instant, and the yellow spring surrounded by black gas roared like a demon god to the street that made him feel ashamed.

The world has lost its color, and the whole warrior island is shrouded in the magic of Huangquan.

In the sky of magic, Huang Quan stood on the street where he was humiliated with Jiuyou magic sword, and his cold eyes glanced at everyone on the street.

When he saw those who had laughed and humiliated and despised him, he saw him again with a frightened face. His heart smiled unconsciously, as if he was enjoying the fear of those people.

"Haha~~~" Huangquan laughed wildly, laughing like thunder, going up to nine nights and down into the deep sea.

All the residents of the warrior island were shocked by the sudden laughter of Huangquan and looked at Huangquan like idiots. The body trembled unconsciously.

The residents of the street under Huangquan were the first to be hit. They were stunned by the roaring laughter of Huangquan. Their eyes turned up and foamed at the mouth, which did not wake up.

Soon, Huang Quan's cold eyes were fixed on Zheng Xiong and Luo Tie.

The two shivered and almost instinctively wanted to escape. They are all first-class masters on the warrior island. Although they can't control the air, it is not impossible to stay in the air like Huangquan.

However, after the two of them looked at Huangquan's murderous eyes, they soon gave up their resistance. They had already lost to Huangquan and instinctively thought that they were not Huangquan's opponent.

Even if that person was humiliated by himself ten minutes ago, he was just a little man who could solve it with half a hand ten minutes ago.

"Don't be afraid. Even if he becomes stronger, it is impossible to surpass the two of us at once. The two of us work together, we must..." Zheng Xiong suppressed the shaking of his body and wanted to calm down, but his teeth trembled disoublingly, and even his voice trembled a little.

"Yes! Let's go together, we..." Luo Tie also wants to cheer himself up from Zheng Xiong's appearance, but he doesn't want to raise other people's ambition and destroy his prestige.

But before he finished his words, a depressing wind swept by with a dark fog. His vision blurred, and the last picture he could see was fixed on the familiar body, which belonged to his body. At this moment, blood surged like a fountain on his neck, and his head was no longer flying. Where to go.

Zheng Xiong's pupils suddenly contracted, and bean-sized sweat oozed from his forehead. At this moment, he slowly turned his head like a puppet. He saw that Luo Tie, who had just talked to him, was already in a different place at this moment, and the demon-like young man was holding the symbol of hell messenger. The magic sword stood behind him.

Zheng Xiong is stupid. He just vowed to destroy Huang Quan, and now he can't wait to stay away from him for 108,000 miles, but he no longer has that chance.

It was not until this moment that he understood what it was to have eyes without beads. He just had eyes without beads, and he didn't even know Huangquan was such a number one person.

"Hey!" Huang Quan waved the magic sword in his hand without hesitation.

Zheng Xiong didn't understand why Huang Quan's last expression was that understanding smile. He should have seen hatred when he killed himself. Why did he laugh? Zheng Xiong didn't understand, and he couldn't see any hatred in Huang Quan's eyes. If you don't hate me, why do you want to kill me again?

"Hey, that's it." Huang Quan returned to the bloodthirsty appearance when he returned to Fengdu City again, and he began to lick the blood on the sword.

"No one on this island can leave. You are all going to die! Haha." The slightly crazy and murderous sound resounded throughout the warrior island, piercing everyone's heart like a silver needle, making them tremble.

Some people on the island began to pray for help from the god of war they believed in, and some people fled everywhere, but more of them were hidden. No matter how they acted, they always had a trace of luck in their hearts. Maybe it's just a crazy talk of a madman.

No one knows whether what Huang Quan said is true or not, and most people don't believe that he has that ability, but anyway, Huang Quan's high-like wild smile made their hearts more and more furious, making them more and more uncertain.

There are fewer people praying for gods, fewer people hiding their whereabouts, fewer people doing nothing, but more people fleeing overseas.

Huang Quan looked sideways at the seaside dock, and his sight seemed to penetrate the trees and houses on the island and directly projected the scene of the dock. Hey, it's not that easy to escape.

Huangquan's hand holding the sword gently reversed, and the Jiuyou magic sword immediately turned sharply, and the tip of the sword went down.

The right hand loosened, "Oh!" With a sound, the Jiuyou magic sword was directly inserted into the bluestone floor tile, and only the hilt of the sword was exposed.

After the magic sword separated from his hands, he instantly joined hands and made ten, constantly changing gestures to make prints, but when he saw his hands moving like two shuttles, a series of complex and indefinable fingerprints came into being.

"Nine Demon World!" Huang Quan shouted in a low voice, and his hands stopped. Then the magic gas surging all over his body condensed in an instant and compressed into a black sphere the size of a fist.

The black sphere went towards the Jiuyou magic sword under his control. The baby's skull eyes at the handle of the magic sword rose sharply, invisibly giving people an illusion. The white skull and jawbone moved, opened his mouth wide and swallowed the black sphere condensed by magic.

Black energy surged along the hilt of the magic sword to the tip of the sword, and then a magnificent black energy exploded from the Jiuyou magic sword, and the violent black energy spread like a sea tide in an instant, permeating the whole island.

The people on the island seemed to have been pumped away by the black energy, and they all stopped being unable to move, and even the sea stopped flowing where the black gas was permeated.

Everything seemed to be fixed, and in this completely still picture, only Huang Quan was moving freely. He was walking towards a strong man with the Jiuyou magic sword. The magic sword danced, and the man was split into nine pieces by him. What's more cruel is that the moment the magic sword touched him, he had recovered. Freedom.

Huang Quan listened to the man's almost pleading grief and waved the magic sword in his hand with a happy face, one sword after another.

People are constantly being killed, and the streets paved with bluestone slabs have long been stained with blood. The sun has gone down, and the moon is hanging high, but the sword in Huangquan's hand has never stopped.

A dark cloud floated to block the bright moonlight and covered the white fat moon. All this seemed to be the helplessness of the moon fairy. She could not stop the slaughter and could only blindfold her eyes.

Three days, three full days!

The warrior island was covered with a layer of blood, and the whole island was red, and even the surging sea water was dyed red.

"You did it, hey hey, you really did it." The endless soul was sucked away by the baby's skull on the Jiuyou magic sword, and Huang Quan turned a blind eye.

He just stood on thousands of corpses, taking a deep breath and smelling the blood and water in the air. He seemed to enjoy it very much... He doesn't open his eyes for fear of tears blown off the corners of his eyes by the sea breeze...

"You really did it, hee hee!" The gloomy voice sounded again, and Huang Quan was no longer surprised, and he knew that it was the sword spirit of the Jiuyou magic sword speaking.

"Yes, I did it. As long as I want to do it, nothing can't be done." Huang Quan replied, still with his eyes closed.

"I asked you to disperse your whole body because I have better practice tips for you." The baby skull of Jiuyou's sword hilt suddenly turned red and dark: "I give you three days of demon power to promise that I must kill everyone on the island to test your heart."

"You already have a dark heart like a demon king. Hey hey, the 'magic book' of my former master, the Great Demon God, belongs to you."

"Hey, a new demon king has been born."

It turned out that it was not Huangquan's intention to kill all the people on the island.