Xin Sanhu is the third leader of the Demon Island, and Luo Xiaofeng and Demon Island have a deep hatred that cannot be resolved.

Luo Xiaofeng clearly remembers that the enemy who designed to frame his mother, Wisteria God, on Jiuyou Cliff, among them was the Demon Island.

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

Xin Sanhu did not answer, but pointed at the huge coffin in front of him: "Is this the treasure you are talking about?"

The old man with white hair smiled and said in a sharp voice: "This is the priceless treasure I mentioned... Where is the thing I want?" The old man with white hair was a little impatient.

Xin Sanhu sneered: "The thing is in my arms, I want to see what kind of priceless treasure is this." As he said, he had already strode to the coffin. Xin Sanhu stretched out his hand to push open the lid of the coffin, but his hand as thin as a bird's claw touched the lid of the coffin, and then shrank back like lightning. A strange cold followed his fingertips and instantly spread throughout his body. He was stunned for a moment, and in a flash he said ecstaticly: "Cold Crystal Black Iron!" Cold Crystal Black Iron is an excellent material for making magical artifacts. A little bit of Cold Crystal Black Iron is a priceless treasure, let alone such a large coffin?

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

Xin Sanhu just waved his hand gently, and the heavy coffin lid was removed suddenly.

In the bright fire, a person was lying quietly in the coffin. The man closed his eyes slightly, but his mouth was filled with a golden bead, the bead was the size of a duck egg. This person was Zhao Xun, the emperor of the Great Zhao Empire. It is said that Zhao Xun died of sudden illness and died miserably. But now the Zhao Xun lying in the coffin looked peaceful and calm, as if he was asleep, and the dead man's face was white and blushed.

Xin Sanhu's red eyes were staring at the golden bead in the dead man's mouth. His lips were trembling slightly and he said to himself: "Tianxinzhu...Tianxinzhu..." Tianxinzhu is a top-quality defensive artifact, and has an absolute supreme status among defensive weapons.

The white-haired old man said coldly: "I didn't expect you to be an expert in identifying things."

Xin Sanhu turned around slowly and sighed: "I didn't expect that Zhao Xun, the emperor of a generation, was 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 - Tianxin Pearl.

Luo Xiaofeng was shocked. He did not 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 was just asking: "The palace is very cautious, and the emperor has strict control over what he eats. Who has such great ability to poison Zhao Xun to death?"

Xin Sanhu's eyes were still staring at the Tianxin Bead: "Ninety-tenths of the poison in the world come from the Wanpo Sect. The Wanpo Sect can not only develop thousands of poisons, but also have the ability to poison it. Not to mention Zhao Xun, even the Wisteria God who was invincible in the world back then suffered a great loss."

When talking about his mother, Wisteria God, Luo Xiaofeng could not suppress his inner excitement. The Wandu Sect was also the murderer who murdered his mother. Luo Xiaofeng had heard of it for a long time and now it has been confirmed from Xin Sanhu, the demon island.

The old man with white hair was asking again, looking a little anxious: "You haven't taken out what I want yet?"

Luo Xiaofeng looked at the old man with a cold look. Although he didn't know what kind of transaction was between the old man and Xin Sanhu, it was certain that the transaction between them was very big. Otherwise, the old man with white hair would never have used so many priceless treasures, cold crystal black iron and the best defensive artifact, Tianxinzhu, as exchange conditions.

Xin Sanhu glanced at the old man with white hair and suddenly said, "These two things are really good, but what I really want is not these?" His red eyes were like two burning fireballs, "I guess you knew what I was talking about long ago."

The white-haired old man was silent for a long time before sighing: "I know you want a demon sword, but unfortunately, the demon sword we stole was just a fake."

Xin Sanhu said in surprise: "Did you steal a fake sword?"

The white-haired old man said helplessly: "Yes!" He sighed and continued: "Zhao Xun's tomb has collapsed. We searched underground for seven days and seven nights, but we did not find any shadow of the demon sword."

Luo Xiaofeng glanced at the cut-off wooden sword inserted between his waist. This half of the wooden sword was the illusion of the demon curse. The ancient artifact demon sword was blocked in the demon curse. At the Demon Sword Pool, the seven elders once told Luo Xiaofeng that if he wanted to remove the demon curse, he had to find the ancient artifact demon sword. The demon sword was combined into one, and the demon curse would be automatically destroyed. The Demon Sword is a token of the demon world. With it, he could command demons in the world, and I am the only one. Luo Xiaofeng had a demon sword on his body, but it was a pity that the demon sword was missing. Unexpectedly, the demon sword was buried in the tomb of Zhao Xun, the emperor of the Great Zhao Empire. Luo Xiaofeng fully understood that this former chief supervisor of the Great Zhao Empire's palace, the white-haired old man, was actually a tomb robber! Regardless of whether he participated in it personally, the stolen emperor Zhao Xun's siege was closely related to him.

There were only three people in the group just now. Among the three, there were Xiaoliu, Lao Ma, and a young man with a cold appearance. This young man was no one else, but Han Bing, who was robbing the tomb. Han Bing looked like a piece of Han Bing, just like his name, and he looked like a piece of Han Bing. Han Bing kept standing quietly on the side, and he lowered his head, as if he was thinking about his thoughts.

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

The white-haired old man coughed gently: "Hanbing, show it to the third leader."

Han Bing seemed to have just come to his senses. He carefully took out a bag from the black defensive cloak. The bag was narrow and long. When the bag was opened, there was a sword with red light inside. Han Bing gently picked up the sword and held it in front of Xin Sanhu with both hands.

Xin Sanhu picked up the sword with red light and looked at it carefully. After a long time, he sighed: "Okay... OK... What a big fool!" As he spoke, his hand shook gently, and the sword with red light turned into powder.

Han Bing stood quietly, like a wooden sculpture.

Xin Sanhu raised his hand and the powder all over the sky surrounded the ice.

Han Bing did not move, nor did he resist, because he knew that the result of resistance was death! He knew the strength of Demon Island. Demon Island had three island masters. No one knew the surname of the Great Island Master. People only knew his nickname - Ghost and Shenchou! The martial arts cultivation of Gui Shenchou is said to have approached the Divine Spirit Realm. The second island master Xin Erhu, whose martial arts cultivation has reached the Divine Spirit Realm. The three island masters are Xin Sanhu, whose martial arts cultivation has reached the Holy Spirit Realm. Xin Erhu and Xin Sanhu are brothers and are the actual rulers of Demon Island. The big island master Gui Shenchou always sees the head but not the tail. No one has ever seen his true face. Demon Island rarely appears on Demon Island, and his whereabouts are a mystery.
Chapter completed!