LEGEND OF THE DEMON KING.
1.REBORN.
In the middle of a very quiet night, at that time the full moonlight shone very brightly.
However, there was a speck of light that was even brighter than a full moon, a speck of light that was as big as a ping pong ball.
A speck of light that again shot very fast as if it had just fallen from space, just fallen from the void.
It was in this vast and endless expanse of space that the ray came, that light,
only the stars glittering in the distance could be seen, shining intensely throughout the cold and lifeless void.
This beam originally broke through the boundless dark space, it descended into a desolate planet at the edge of the universe.
After the dust settled, only ruins and destruction could be seen for tens of thousands of miles in each direction.
Somewhere there was a pile of dead bodies, it was in the valley there were thousands of corpses, some were rotting, some were new, after a terrible battle.
It turned out that this speck of light was headed for this pile of corpses,
this speck of light fell and entered a corpse that was at the bottom, which turned out to be just dying alias has not really died or died.
The corpse of this corpse there was no head of his, his hands or his feet, any of which was split into two of his body.
“ahhh...” Suddenly arrived the lowest corpse screaming.
The wolf who was eating the corpse at the top was immediately startled and raised its head to hear the sound.
With a loud noise, several upper bodies were thrown to the side, as well as the wolf was thrown ,
from the throwing of the bodies, revealing the existence of a corpse that was wrestling want to come out of the pile of corpses that exist.
“Where am I now?” simayat directly examined his hands and body which were heavily injured, and there were even those that were slightly rotting, as well,
however the wound wound was slowly closing and instantly healed, at that moment his eyes were glazed over as his body ached all.
His memories instantly opened, it turned out that he had two memories, namely the memory of the owner of this body and his own memories that were killed by the gang of dozens of people ,
there were also her best friends among them, and most of all she regretted, her boyfriend had betrayed her as well.
There was a wolf howl.
Aunggg!
The wolf's roar echoed as the beast leaped towards the young man, the wolf was furious that it was thrown at another moment of eating, the wolf thought that someone had snatched its food.
Simayat immediately turned his head, his eyes instantly shining with bloodlust and there was a killing intent rising from his bloodied face and body.
That killing intent was extremely powerful and similar to the two swords piercing through the eyes of the wolf.
The wolf stopped approaching, the body of the wolf shivering at that moment and curled up and retreated backwards.
The other wolf pack also blurred when they saw the pair of demonic eyes.
Suddenly a beam of memory floated nonstop, his name was Tan Wen Hong, fourteen years old, a young man from the Tan clan in the village of the Tan clan.
His life was happy and so carefree that the young man was lazy to cultivate, until two days ago when a group of bandits massacred his village.
Tan Wen Hong's eyes glowed with excitement at the sight of her beautiful face .
Huk ,Huk!
Suddenly there was a sound of coughing.
“please me!”
Tan Wen Hong rushed a glance at the voice to see who was shouting.
Who cares so much about saving an ant's life?
“This child is 14 years old but has never cultivated.His body has never been stained by women.”
In this world rarely meet children who are already 14 years old who have not cultivated and are still menjaka.
At this point, Tan Wen Hong late on walked towards the corpse. He moved the corpse that covered it and pulled it out from the others.
The corpse closed his eyes while whimpering moans.
Tan Wen Hong was very similar to how the wolf would set its eyes on the rabbit.
Tan Wen Hong scanned this person and looked at his lips with a faint smile,
while muttering, “Not bad, the 2nd layer of Qi Condensation cultivation. What a precious treasure to me.
Tan Wen Hong directly raised his palm aiming at the unconscious person and started operating the cultivation method of the demon transformation art.
Black smoke came from his hands, in the form of a long rope towards this severely injured person and also all the corpses that were around him.
This smoke rope wrapped around the injured body, the end of which was smoke and came out the colorful rope that entered the body and Wen Hong's DantianTan.
While all the bodies were slowly land but surely snorted his flesh, then lived bones and finally turned into white powder.
In the dark night, even if one did not pay attention, no one would claim him to be a human.
Tan Wen Hong was very excited, there was Qi energy flowing into the pore of his body and towards his dantian.
This Demon Transformation Art was indeed evil, as it took the cultivation of others to make as its own, but when was it that easy to steal the Qi of someone who was still alive?
If it took away the Qi of a dead person, he would have obtained very little Qi to raise his cultivation.
Even if he did on a living person, that person would probably refuse and fight him.
He needed to show great caution, especially now when he was building his cultivation from scratch again..
Therefore, Tan Wen Hong chose to paralyze her first before absorbing her.
An hour later, Tan Wen Hong sat down cross-legged, starting to refine Yuan Qi which he had just absorbed this.
The creation of this new dantian with the demon transformation art not only took the results of others' cultivation, it would also take away their essence.
Just taking up the cultivation of a living person would get a lot of Qi, if taking the essence belonging to a corpse, the results were very super very little.