The Steward Demonic Emperor - Chapter 1

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On the tower of Tianmofeng, a man in black robe is sitting in breathless breath.

In the sky of the clouds, the sun and the moon run side by side, and the warm sunshine and the cold moonlight sprinkle on the ground at the same time. The man took a deep breath, his hands flew to the sky, and the two rays of light gathered together at the same time, shot at him, and merged into his palms, and the whole sky suddenly dimmed.

Suddenly, the wind blew, and a scream of horror sounded like howling thousands of evil spirits.

The man's flowing hair flew up against the wind, revealing a strange face.

As the two rays of light in the sky were drawn into the body, the radiance of the sun and moon gradually became darker and darker, but the men's momentum became stronger and stronger, and black gas began to radiate around the body.

Feeling the biting cold wind across his cheeks, the thick black gas had enveloped him all in, and the man took a breath and showed a strange smile.

Bang!

Suddenly, a loud noise rang out, and the four peaks around Tianmofeng suddenly exploded, and Tianmofeng was trembling nonstop. The man who was absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon suddenly opened his eyes and looked away.

At this moment, the sound of breaking through the sky, seven streamers immediately arrived, fell in front of him. When the light dissipated, seven powerful figures were revealed.

His brow flicked, and the man looked at the seven people in front of him, and said sullenly: "Don't the seven of you always look down on our demon cultivators, what are you doing at the Heavenly Demon Peak today?"

"Huh, Demon Emperor Zhuo Yifan, don't you know the purpose of our coming here?" An old man with white beard stroked his beard and looked at him sullenly.

Unconsciously, Zhuo Yifan tentatively cried: "Old Sword Emperor, I don't understand what you mean."

"Huh, you are less confused, and you will hand over the Nine Nine Secret Records if you are acquainted." A Dao stepped forward and shouted at the air.

Hearing this, Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but panic.

He found the legendary Nine Nether Devil Emperor's Cave House only a month ago. After nine deaths, he finally got the Nine Nether Secret Record that recorded his life-long learning. How did these seven people get this news in such a short time?

Thinking of this, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and his face gradually darkened.

"Zhao Cheng, you come out to me." Zhuo Yifan shouted.

The words fell, and a light laughter suddenly sounded among the empty mountains and forests. Immediately afterwards, a handsome young man dressed in white walked out from behind seven people, looked at Zhuo Yifan with a slight salute, and said with a smile: "Hehehe ... Master, are you looking for me?"

Staring gloomyly at this hypocritical face, Zhuo Yifan said lightly: "You gave me the secret record of the Nine Nine, did you reveal it to them?"

"Yes!" Zhao Cheng nodded and smiled.

"Then the mountain protection array I laid out was also unlocked by you?"

"Yes!" Zhao Cheng nodded again.

"Why, Lao Tzu is not thin for you." Zhuo Yifan clenched his fists tightly, and the killing intention in his eyes became more and more powerful.

Although he is a demon cultivator, he is usually not an indiscriminate killer, but just a rash act. Otherwise, they would have been eliminated by those defenders soon. Especially for this Zhao Cheng, he was an orphan, Zhuo Yifan saw him with good qualifications before accepting him as an apprentice. Unexpectedly, today he was betrayed.

Feeling more and more intense on Zhuo Yifan's body, although Zhao Cheng's face was still calm, he unconsciously moved back two steps and came to the side of the seven.

"Master, you treat me with great gratitude, Zhao Cheng naturally understands. But you shouldn't dominate the seat of the Eight Emperors, let me live under your shadow forever, and you shouldn't practice alone after you get the Nine Secrets, Prevent me like a thief, and do n’t even show me a glance. "

Hearing this, Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but feel pain in his heart.

Where did Zhao Cheng know that Zhuo Yifan did this because he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to cultivate enough, and he would rashly learn that the Nine Nine Secrets would get into trouble, so he had to learn it before teaching it to him.

Unexpectedly, in just one month, it revealed his wolf ambition.

"Hahaha ... Okay, well said. Zhao Cheng, you are really a good apprentice!"

Zhuo Yifan laughed in the sky, and the anger in his heart had reached the extreme point: "Since this is the case, let me try the taste of the Nine Nine Secret Records as a teacher."

"Zhuo Yifan, there are seven of us here, and it is not your turn to be so arrogant." The old man with white beard stepped in front of Zhao Cheng and shouted.

"Huh, Lao Tzu is recognized as the head of the Eight Emperors in the Holy Land. Even if your seven emperors go together, Lao Tzu is not in the eyes."

As soon as the words fell, Zhuo Yifan slapped Zhao Cheng.

Suddenly, a black claw appeared in the sky, and one claw grabbed it.

His eyes shrank slightly, and Zhao Cheng was terrified and faltered.

The old man with white beards slammed his black claws with a mighty pressure and suddenly made a sword. Suddenly, a white sword light rushed to the sky and instantly cut the black claw into nothingness.

"Huh, the Nine Nine Secret Records, but that's it." The old man with white beard stood against the sword, with disdain in his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Zhuo Yifan smiled strangely, palms out together: "Old Sword Emperor, don't be too arrogant."

boom!

After a loud noise, thousands of black palm prints appeared in the sky like thousands of thunders, and they all pressed against seven people. Each palm print is more than twice the size of the previous black claw, and its power has made everyone's eyes show horror.

"How is it possible? Has he broken through to the Holy Order?" Sword Emperor saw that the whole sky was covered by the black seal, and couldn't help but take a breath.

When the rest of the people saw it, they were all trembling.

Saint-rank masters are simply not the existence that they can deal with with the seven emperors.

Zhao Cheng was even more ashamed, and he already regretted his death. Who would have thought that Zhuo Yifan, who has just practiced the Nine Secrets for more than a month, has already become so strong.

"Huh, **** traitor, this is your end." Zhuo Yifan looked at the panicked Zhao Cheng and sneered again and again.

Uh!

Suddenly, a white light fell from above the clouds and passed through the layers of black marks, and instantly came to Zhuo Yifan. He hadn't responded to what happened yet, but this light penetrated his body.

puff!

A mouthful of scarlet blood spewed out, and thousands of black seals in the sky suddenly disappeared as the gurgling black gas disappeared. Zhuo Yifan lifted his pale cheeks and looked up, and saw a middle-aged man standing there, with a holy glow shining behind him.

"Saint!" Zhuo Yifan gritted his teeth reluctantly, murmured, already guessing the intention of the coming person.

"The demon emperor Zhuo Yifan, the saint on behalf of the sanctuary, takes back the relics of the demon emperor. As long as you hand it over, the saint saves you from death." Looking down at everyone below, the middle-aged man's eyes seemed to be empty. If it is not Zhuo Yifan who has the Secret Record of the Nine Serenities, he may be too lazy to even look at him.

This is the strongest saint in the sanctuary, and even a strong man such as an imperial master is like ants in their eyes.

With a miserable smile, Zhuo Yifan took out a jade jade with glowing glow from his arms.

And upon seeing this jade jade, everyone's eyes radiated a strange luster, even the saint was no exception.

Disdainfully swept to everyone present, Zhuo Yifan sneered: "What kind of guardian, what kind of saint, isn't a wicked villain who wants to make a fortune? Today, even if Lao Tzu ruined the Nine Secrets, he wouldn't let Anyone can get it. "

As soon as the words fell, Zhuo Yifan suddenly raised a terrible breath.

"Oh, he's going to explode."

Jianhuang's eyes shrank and flew out hurriedly, and the rest hurried to keep up. Only the holy man, with horror and anger in his eyes, rushed in the direction of Zhuo Yifan: "Stop."

A proud smile appeared on his face, and Zhuo Yifan slammed the jade jade into a crush when the saint came to him. Looking at how the saint gritted his teeth, Zhuo Yifan gave a hearty laugh.

boom!

With a big laugh, Zhuo Yifan exploded. The strong impact razed the entire Tianmo Peak to the ground.

When the smoke cleared, only the saint came out of the dust with a furious look, and his clothes were only cracked.

"The saint is the saint. In such a strong self-exploitation, he can still be safe." The sword emperor came to the saint and praised deeply.

With a cold snort, the saint ignored him and turned to leave.

At this moment, Zhao Cheng hurried forward to stop and said, "The saint stays on foot, and the demon emperor Zhuo has all kinds of tricks. If he seizes others, only he knows the content of the Nine Nine Secret Records in the world. revenge."

"Huh, he exploded with his soul, so what did he take away?" Flicking his sleeves, the saint disappeared instantly in front of everyone.

Hearing his words, the crowd finally let go of their hearts.

With the presence of the saint, the emperor-level master wanted to let the soul escape by self-detonation, but it could not be done, but it was a pity that the Nine Secret Secrets passed down by the ancient Devil Emperor.

Looking back at the ruins of Heavenly Demon Peak, everyone has mixed tastes in their hearts, fortunate and regretful, but more regrettable ...