Chapter 26 Death Trading

Before the white-haired old man could speak, a hoarse and rough voice sounded at the exit of the mezzanine: "I'm late, I'll be my apology for this gift." Before he finished speaking, a bloody head shook over.

Zhao Xiaofeng was shocked. He recognized the head, which was the thin man who had just escaped from here. Among the four, the one who escaped by chance had lost his life.

The white-haired old man didn't say anything, and his half-discovered eyes stared at the person who came.

Zhao Xiaofeng looked up and saw clearly the person coming, and he was shocked again.

The person who came was simply not a human! His narrow head was covered by fluffy hair, and a small part of his face exposed was blue and black, and his red eyes were evil and vicious. This man was tall and burly, but his hands were as thin as bird's claws. His hands were also blue and black.

The white-haired old man finally spoke: "I didn't expect that the third leader of the Demon Island would kill a small character with no power." His words were like a needle piercing the strange man.

The weird guy jumped up: "I, Xin Sanhu, grow up so big, no one dares to say such thorny words in front of me."

Zhao Xiaofeng stared at Xin Sanhu. Xin Sanhu was the third leader of the Demon Island, and Zhao Xiaofeng and Demon Island had a deep hatred that could not be resolved. Zhao Xiaofeng clearly remembered that in the past, the enemy who designed to frame his mother, Wisteria God, on Jiuyou Cliff, was among them.

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.

Zhao 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: "The poison in the world, the tenth of them are from the Wanpo Sect. The Wanpo Sect can not only develop thousands of poisons, but also have the ability to poison them. 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, Zhao Xiaofeng could not suppress his inner excitement. The Wandu Sect was also the murderer who murdered his mother. Zhao 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?"

Zhao Xiaofeng looked at the old man with white hair coldly. 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."

Zhao Xiaofeng glanced at the cut-off wooden sword inserted between his waist. This half of the wooden sword is the illusion of the demon curse. The ancient artifact demon sword is blocked in the demon curse. At the Demon Sword Pool, the seven elders once told Zhao 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. Zhao 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. Zhao 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 lingering 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 Realm. The second island master Xin Erhu, whose martial arts cultivation has reached the Prestige of Spirit. The three island masters are Xin Sanhu, whose martial arts cultivation has reached the middle stage of 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 in Demon Island. Ghost and Shenchou rarely appear on Demon Island, and his whereabouts are a mystery.

The white-haired old man shook his head, sighed, and said coldly: "It depends on the owner when beating a dog. Xin Laosan, don't do too much." As he spoke, he stood up from the comfortable chair.

Xin Sanhu said furiously: "You agreed to give me the demon sword. Have you changed your mind temporarily and acted with this kid to deceive me?" While speaking, he pointed at the white-haired old man's vague face.

The white-haired old man's eyes were originally blurred, and suddenly they became brighter. Two cold lights stabbed straight at Xin Sanhu like two sharp swords.

Xin Sanhu's heart was thrust, and the hand pointing at the old man with white hair couldn't help but hang down. He knew the other party's power. Although this old man of white hair was born in a beast, his current cultivation level had reached the level of a divine beast. Among the divine beasts, advanced divine beasts that had been practicing for millions of years can be comparable to the human spirit realm. Super divine beasts that had been practicing for millions of years can be comparable to the human spirit realm. Although the improvement of the divine beast's cultivation level is related to the time of cultivation, it does not mean that one can reach a certain level after practicing for a certain period of time. There are four levels of divine beasts

: Primary divine beasts, intermediate divine beasts, advanced divine beasts, and super divine beasts. Although most beasts have reached the level of primary divine beasts, it is difficult to advance forward, beasts at the level of divine beasts are a super terrifying existence after all. Although primary divine beasts are not as good as humans' spirit realm, they can definitely compare to humans' holy spirit realm. Xin Sanhu's martial arts cultivation is in the middle stage of the Holy Spirit Realm, and the white-haired old man is the primary divine beast. These two can be said to be equal in size. If the game is matched, if it really fights, it is very likely that it will be defeated by the death and both sides will be defeated.

Seeing that Xin Sanhu was restrained, the white-haired old man slowly sat on the chair again.

Xin Sanhu raised his hand, and the powder surrounding the ice disappeared without a trace. He looked at the white-haired old man angrily: "I brought what you want, but I am determined to win the demon sword. I will give you a three-year deadline. Within three years, if you can't find the demon sword, you will have to return the original object." As he said, with a wave of his hand, a large golden package appeared out of thin air on the long table in front of the white-haired old man.

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