1021: C1021 Demonic King

C1021 Demonic King

The 30 or so people looked on helplessly as the two people on the wall fell straight to the ground, but when they surrounded them, they found that the ground was actually empty.

"Where is he?" Wu Jing pulled the disciple closest to him and shouted loudly.

The disciple was frightened and quickly replied: "I, I don't know!"

"I don't know. I told you to surround them. What did you do?" Wu Jing threw the disciple into the crowd and a bunch of them fell to the ground.

"Trash, trash!" Wu Jing kicked the disciple beside him and roared loudly. His eyes turned red as if he was about to eat someone.

All of the disciples did not dare to make a sound, and allowed him to kick them vigorously. Some of the disciples were directly kicked until they vomited blood. Within a short while, all of the thirty disciples were beaten until they fell flat on their backs.

On the other side …

Mo Qingcheng looked at Zhou Yi with a smile, "Brother Yi, didn't you say you wanted to see their potential? Why are you helping me? "

"Isn't … Isn't that easy?" I couldn't control it! " Zhou Yi's mouth twitched.

The feeling of him slapping his own face was not that pleasant.

Jin Xuelei and Zhou Yi had already returned to their own villa. The two of them thought that they would fall to the ground and be prepared to be hit. However, they ended up falling into the softness.

"Are we going home?" Zhou Qing opened her eyes and looked around to make sure that it was her living room.

Puff! What answered her was the sound of Jin Xuelei spitting blood from his mouth.

"Jin Xuelei, are you okay? I'll go call my dad right now!" Zhou Qing quickly checked her cell phone.

However, before he could make the call, the door to the villa was opened, "No need, I'm back!"

Zhou Yi was afraid that they would get anxious so he tore open the space and came back with Mo Qingcheng.

"Dad, quick, come and see, Jin Xuelei is injured!" Zhou Qing immediately ran over and grabbed Zhou Yi's arm.

Zhou Yi said with a look of disdain: "Alright, alright, I got it, it really is..."

The latter part of the sentence was directly pinched back by Mo Qingcheng.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Zhou, I have troubled you!" Jin Xuelei's self-esteem suffered a blow. He was previously one of the best amongst his peers, but these two times of bad luck, he was seen by Zhou Yi.

And Zhou Yi was still his future father-in-law. If he continued to perform like this, this father-in-law might not be able to recognize him in the future!

Thinking about that, Jin Xuelei's face turned red uncontrollably.

With a darkened face, Zhou Yi walked in front of Jin Xuelei and stretched out his hand.

Jin Xuelei immediately stretched out his arm.

Zhou Yi raised his hand and gently covered Jin Xuelei's injured arm with his palm. He then slowly injected a emerald green energy that wrapped around the wound. After a short while, the bloody wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Dad, Jin Xuelei also suffered internal injuries!" Zhou Qing reminded him.

Zhou Yi curled his lips and withdrew his palm. With a slight movement of his wrist, a porcelain bottle appeared in his hand and he threw it towards Jin Xuelei.

Jin Xuelei hurriedly reached out his hand to catch it. Then, with a red face, he said, "Thank you, Uncle Zhou."

Zhou Yi snorted and sat down. Then, he started to make tea.

Zhou Yi's heart was set on fire, but he didn't know how to start. He originally wanted to use the water to think about it, but the moment he sat down, Jiang Huan called him.

Zhou Yi picked up the phone. On the other end, Jiang Huan's anxious voice could be heard, "Mr. Zhou, it's bad. The victim has appeared again!"2

"What?" Zhou Yi stood up quickly.

If he remembered correctly, before, most of these victims were killed at night. This morning, he had only saved a migrant worker, so why was it that someone else was killed in such a short time?

"I don't know either. When I was at the station during the day, I received a call from the victim. This time, the victim lost her tongue!" Jiang Huan's voice sounded a little weird.

People like them had seen too many weird things. They had seen all sorts of ways to kill people, but this person did look very weird today.

However, the tongue seemed to have been stretched to its limit, then pierced with needles one by one until the place where it was going to be cut was sutured to death. Finally, the tongue was cut off.

Therefore, there were still some dark threads of secret numbness left over from the wound.

By the time Zhou Yi arrived, the body had already been moved to the special morgue.

"Mr. Zhou, take a look!" Jiang Huan unzipped the corpse bag, exposing a face with its mouth wide open. His eyes were still staring at the corpse, showing how much fear and pain he had felt before he died.

Zhou Yi glanced at the mouth of the dead man, then he stretched out his hand and lightly pushed his chin. The mouth that didn't want to close immediately closed.

"Weird, I pushed him many times but he didn't react. Why did you push him and close his eyes!?" Jiang Huan exclaimed as he looked curiously at the dead body with his eyes closed.

Zhou Yi ignored the curious question and said to him, "I already know what he wants to do!"

"What?" "Who?" Jiang Huan didn't know how to react for a moment.

Zhou Yi looked at Jiang Huan and said word by word, "I know what they want these things for!"

"For what?" Jiang Huan had always felt that nothing good was going to happen.

Zhou Yi closed his eyes and took a deep breath, saying softly, "They are trying to revive Evil King!"

"Evil, Evil King?" Upon hearing this, Jiang Huan could not help but stutter in surprise.

Zhou Yi couldn't help but nod.

Evil King was said to be a monster from millions of years ago.

It was not right to say that he was a monster. He was still a person. The reason he called him Evil King was because he cultivated an evil technique.

If the current Demonic Cultivator's Spell Level 10 was max, then Evil King's level could directly jump to Level 10 or 20.

Thus, one could imagine how terrifying his strength was.

One of the most terrifying techniques he practiced was the walking dead.

The person who was hit by this spell didn't have the slightest feeling of being hit. As the spell circulated inside their body, every internal organ in the body would be devoured by the spell and then grow new internal organs.

As time passed, people would be completely controlled and would have no solution.

In the past, Evil King's walking dead army had tens of thousands of people.

They were Evil King's most loyal soldiers, and most importantly, they would not be able to kill him. Even if they were to be chopped into minced meat, they would return to their original state in the blink of an eye.

It was precisely because of Evil King's existence that the Mortal Realm almost completely fell. That great battle was even more tragic than the Great War of Gods and Demons. Even though it only existed in books, it could still make people's faces change …

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