NOVEL WEB Chapter 1: Crisis, Rebirth of the Demon King
Tianmo Peak, in a large hall. A man in black robe is sitting in a high position, holding a jade slip in his hand, with a smile on his face from time to time. At this time, a man suddenly ran out of the hall. When he saw the man, he knelt down and said, "No, master, the other seven emperors of the Holy Domain are all here, threatening to ask you to hand over the secret records of the Nine Nether Demon Emperor." . ”
But the man just frowned slightly and scolded: "Zhao Cheng!" You have followed me since you were a child. You know that I don't like this kind of panic the most. Isn't it just those things? There is nothing terrible about it. It's embarrassing. Go out with me and meet them. ”After the man finished speaking, he went out, and so did Zhao Cheng.
Outside the hall, seven imposing old men stood in a row. Although they were old, you couldn't tell just by looking at their appearance.
Come. When the man came out, he pointed at them and said, "You old guys, if you don't want to retreat properly, why did you come to my Heavenly Demon Peak?" The oldest old man among them stood up and said: "Demon Emperor Zhuo Yifan, stop talking nonsense and hand over the Nine Nether Secret Records!" ”
“Why? Zhuo Yifan said disdainfully. This Nine Nether Secret Record is the third of the ten ancient emperor realms - the peerless inheritance of the Nine Nether Demon Emperor. He has only had it for a month now. Just let him hand it over, there is no way.
"Zhuo Yifan, don't you know what is good and what is bad? You are just a member of the devil's path. What qualifications do you have to own it!" ”As the old man spoke, he couldn't help but reveal a murderous aura and a hint of greed. The same goes for the other six people.
“Oh? So according to you, only you deserve it? Zhuo Yifan asked rhetorically.
“Not bad. ”The old man said proudly. "Bah, you deliberately use demonic people to belittle me. Aren't you people who claim to be righteous also a group of greedy hypocrites?" I am the leader of the Eight Emperors of the Holy Realm. You, the second oldest child of ten thousand years, think you can climb to the top of me by calling a few more people...
Before Zhuo Yifan could finish his words, a knife penetrated his heart directly. Looking back, I saw that it was Zhao Cheng, my apprentice who I had trained since childhood, who had done it.
"Zhao Cheng, you..."
"I'm sorry, Master, I can only blame you for being selfish." Ever since you got the Nine Nether Secret Records, you haven't even let me take a look at it. I'm your disciple. ”In the end, Zhao Cheng shouted directly. When Zhuo Yifan heard this, his heart went cold. He had seen his eldest disciple kill him for something.
In fact, Zhao Cheng didn't know that it was for his own good that Zhuo Yifan didn't show it to him, because the book said that if you want to practice this technique, you must abolish the original technique, otherwise you will be seriously injured or even die. Unfortunately, It's too late.
"Hahaha...Zhao Cheng, you are very good. You are worthy of being my disciple. Since you are going to die today, why not keep you company!" ” The anger in Zhuo Yifan’s heart reached the extreme. The old man was shocked and said, "No, he's going to blow himself up."
Hearing this, everyone evacuated quickly, and Zhuo Yifan disappeared with the laughter and the Nine Nether Secret Record.
At the same time, on Douluo Continent, a middle-aged man wearing a torn black robe, holding a sledgehammer in his left hand and holding two newborn babies in his right hand, walked towards a small village. The man's eyes were dead, except when he looked at the two babies, there was a touch of softness. He murmured to himself: "Ah Yin, the mastermind has been killed by me. As long as I am here, I will not let anything happen to our son. Don't worry." ”