Netherworld Immortal

On a very open flat land on Puling Island, there are more than a dozen tents of different sizes, sewn with animal skins.

The middle one occupies a large area in the center, and is obviously much taller than the other surrounding tents.

A thick purple wooden flagpole was erected outside the largest camp, and on the flagpole was a large apricot red flag with a totem of an angry shark wagging its tail.

The door of the camp was closed, and there was no one outside.And in the tent, the burly Sharon with a shark face was pacing up and down in the big tent by himself, with a sad expression on his face.

Not long ago, he was taught by Liu Haiyu alone when he was building a platform for sacrifice.

At that time, although Liu Haiyu saved him who was in a state of madness, Shark Face didn't think so.He regards Liu Haiyu's appearance as a gift from the shark god. If he can successfully swallow Liu Haiyu's soul, he can become stronger.

In the end, he was humiliated by Liu Haiyu, which made him feel very disappointed.This feeling of loss was ignited in his heart like a small black flame that devoured the light, and it burned more and more vigorously.

Depression, low self-esteem, depression... These negative emotions woven into an invisible shady curtain in his heart, and under the shady curtain was a darker and deeper hatred.

"Shalong, you are such a waste, you can't even deal with a Daoist disciple. What right do you have to think about returning to the East China Sea to take revenge? Restoring the Sharktooth clan's past glory is simply a dream." He kept blaming himself in his heart, beating his chest in excitement .

"Relying on my own strength and the revenge of the remaining shark-tooth clansmen may be simply fantasy. If only I could find other stronger helpers. Apart from the shark-tooth clan on this island, there are only The porpoise spirit clan. But the old man "Yun Nuo", the patriarch of the porpoise spirit clan, doesn't want to fight back to the East China Sea with me, and the porpoise spirit clan doesn't seem to be much stronger than the current shark tooth clan. Who else? Who else is more Powerful? Liu Haiyu? The Taoist disciple who defeated me is indeed strong..."

Thinking of this, Shalong suddenly stopped, patted his forehead with his hand, and said to himself with a look of sudden realization: "I thought of it! Then there are many powerful sects in the Zhongyuan Continent where Liu Haiyu is located." Is it? If we can form an alliance with one of the major sects among them, we will surely be able to return to the East China Sea and successfully revenge."

As he thought about it, ecstasy appeared in his eyes, he raised his clenched fist and shouted loudly: "I want revenge! I want revenge!"

The sound was like a wild shark imprisoned in an iron prison desperately rushing left and right in a closed space, causing the entire tent to shake violently, and the thick round wooden pillars used to support the tent creaked.

After a while, the frantic emotions on Shark's face calmed down, and he whispered: "I'm going to Zhongyuan Continent to find help."

At this moment, the curtain outside the big tent was lifted open.

"Who is so bold, dare to break into my camp." Shark Face felt that someone came uninvited, and was about to get angry.Because without his permission, other tribesmen will be severely punished by him, let alone entering the big tent, even if they enter the distance of ten feet around the big tent.

"Shalong, my nephew, long time no see." The visitor said first.

"It's you?" Shark's face was a little surprised to see the person coming, but he didn't get angry.

The person who came was wearing a loose gray robe, and he looked like a monk with a bald head, because there were three crooked ring scars on his bald head.

A huge upturned nose occupies most of the middle of the bald monk's face, with a pair of big nostrils turned outwards, and even the overflowing thick nose hair can be clearly seen.Above the nose is a pair of small soybean-like eyes, shining with a charming look.

"Why, it's only been more than ten years, have you forgotten the second uncle?" The visitor continued.

"It's really you? Are you still alive? Didn't my father remove you from the shark-tooth clan and preside over it personally when you practiced forbidden techniques and killed your fellow clansmen back then? Wasn't it the death penalty of sacrificing shark spirits alive in public?" Sha Long looked surprised asked.

"Hey." The bald monk first smiled strangely, with a complicated look in his eyes.Then he said: "How should I say, your father is also my elder brother. How could he be willing to let my younger brother die? Back then, he just found a substitute for a death row prisoner and acted as a cover-up. Afterwards, your father used shark teeth As the patriarch of the clan, he personally whipped me a hundred shark-toothed soul-eating whips to punish the sins I committed."

As he spoke, the bald monk pushed his shirt away with his hands, exposing his chest.His chest was covered with criss-cross scars, like old bark that had been cut many times with a knife.

Then, the bald monk closed his clothes neatly, with a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth, as if the one hundred Soul Devouring Whip didn't make him give in.

When Sharkface saw the whip scars on the bald monk's chest, his scalp tingled.How did his second uncle survive those one hundred shark-toothed soul-devouring whips without dying?

The Shark Tooth Soul Devouring Whip is made from the backbone and teeth of the blue shark in the East China Sea, and then soaked and quenched with several kinds of highly poisonous deep-sea snake venom for 49 days.Every time the whip is whipped, the tortured person feels like being bitten by shark teeth, and the snake venom on it even penetrates into the bone marrow.Even the warriors of the Sharktooth tribe can't usually withstand ten lashes, and most of them will end up with dead bones and rotten flesh.

"How did you find this place?" Sharkface continued to ask.

"It's a long story. At that time, your father saved half of my life and warned me not to appear in the East China Sea for the rest of my life. Otherwise, I would be shot to death. Enduring the pain, I fled westward all the way to Zhongyuan Continent. In order to heal With whiplash wounds on my body, I kept attacking and devouring the souls of those cultivators in the Zhongyuan Continent. When my wounded body gradually recovered, I became the most wanted target of the various sects of Zhongyuan. I was hiding in Tibet all day long , In the end, I joined an organization called "Shadow". "Shadow" gave me the space to survive, and let me live until now. I came to the coast of the East China Sea this time to carry out the task assigned to me by the "Shadow" organization. I just arrived here, and found that there are quite a few shark-tooth tribe members. After inquiring, it turned out that the "shark-tooth tribe" was driven out of the East China Sea by the enemy, and hid on this porpoise spirit island." The bald monk said slowly Said.

"We were not driven out, but were framed by the cunning Linjiao clan. My father lost his life in order to cover the evacuation of the rest of the clan. One day, I, Shalong, must bring the Sharktooth clan back In the East China Sea, destroy the Linjiao Clan and avenge my father and the many dead clan members." Shark Face argued loudly.

"Revenge? Just relying on you and a group of old and weak soldiers under you? The original strength of the Linjiao Clan is higher than that of our Sharktooth Clan. I said back then that forming an alliance with the Linjiao Clan is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger. Only when you are strong can you It is the only way to survive. I chose to make myself stronger, so I secretly practiced the forbidden technique of the shark-tooth tribe." Speaking of this, the bald monk deliberately paused.

He stared at Shalong's shark face maliciously, and then said sarcastically: "What? My good nephew, looking at your handsome face now, I know that you have also practiced the forbidden technique like me." Shark The art of "tooth devouring soul" is really a great irony."

"Don't talk nonsense, it's because my father passed on the power of his soul to me before he died, which made me what I am now. I want to inherit my father's power and revive the Sharktooth clan."

The shark face defended loudly, with a complicated expression, frightened, sad, and unwilling.

Half a year ago, on an island deep in the East China Sea, a bloody battle between races had just occurred.

On the ground, the corpses of Sharktooth tribe warriors were strewn about, their limbs and arms were broken, and their blood flowed like rivers.A flag that had been forked on the ground and had not yet fallen, with the totem of the shark-tooth clan "Shark Fighting" painted on it, fluttered feebly but stubbornly in the residual wind full of blood.

Under the banner, an old man covered in scars stood among a pile of corpses.His own and the blood of the enemy writhed together, staining his whole body red.A dagger pierced through his chest, dripping with blood, it was a fatal wound.His gray hair was braided into several braids and hung messily on both sides of his cheeks.He held the flagpole of the clan flag beside him tremblingly with one hand.

In front of the old man was a young man kneeling on one knee. They were a father and son.

The father said: "Shalong, you are my only son. According to the rules of the Sharktooth Clan, after I die, you will be the new patriarch of the Sharktooth Clan. I can't do it now, but your strength is still too weak. If you If you want to survive, you must become strong. Don't think about revenge, we are not the opponents of those powerful enemies. Take the rest of the Sharktooth tribe and escape here. As long as the Sharktooth tribe is not destroyed, there will always be a day of resurgence .”

"Father, I will carry you on my back, you will not die." The son responded loudly, emotionally.

There were tears in the father's old eyes, but there was a smile on his face, and he said very kindly: "My child, I will always be by your side to protect you and the entire Sharktooth family."

Hearing this, the son burst into laughter, thinking that his father really wouldn't die.

The father took one of his son's hands, placed it on the flagpole of the clan flag, and said, "Catch him."

The son nodded and gripped the flagpole tightly.

The father looked up at the totem of the shark wagging his tail angrily on the flag, and then looked down at his son, becoming very calm.

Suddenly, the father stretched out his hands, clamped the temples on both sides of his son's head with his strong palms, and shouted: "Shalong! Remember! Take the flag of the Sharktooth tribe and bring the rest of the Sharktooth tribe Leaving here, we must work hard to survive. Forget the hatred and have a future."

At the same time, a huge soul power came from the father's palms, passed through the temples, and merged into the son's body.

The son's skull was about to burst from the sudden impact of the huge soul power that entered his body.

"Ah—" he shouted, lost his mind, and frantically absorbed the extremely familiar and strange soul power that had been integrated into his body.And his original straight face gradually distorted, and finally turned into a shark face.