True Immortal of the Netherworld

On a very open flat land on Dolphin 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 camps.

A thick purple wood flagpole was erected outside the largest camp. On the flagpole was a large apricot red flag with a totem of a shark with an angry mouth and a swaying tail.

The door to the tent was closed, and there was no one outside. In the tent, Shark Long, who had a shark face and a burly body, was pacing back and forth in the tent alone, with a sad look on his face.

Not long ago, he was being taught a lesson by Liu Haiyu alone while building a sacrificial platform.

At that time, although Liu Haiyu saved him from going crazy, Shark Face didn't think so. He regarded Liu Haiyu's appearance as a gift from the shark god. If he could successfully swallow Liu Haiyu's soul, he would become stronger.

In the end, he was disgraced by Liu Haiyu's lesson, which made him feel even more disappointed. This feeling of loss was like a black, light-devouring little flame that was ignited in his heart, burning brighter and stronger.

Depression, low self-esteem, sadness...these negative emotions weaved into an invisible black curtain in his heart, and beneath the black curtain was an even darker and deeper hatred.

"Shalong, you are such a waste. You can't even deal with a Taoist disciple. What qualifications do you have to return to the East China Sea to seek revenge? Restoring the past glory of the Sharktooth clan is simply a dream." He kept blaming himself in his heart, beating his chest when he was excited. .

"Relying on my own strength and the only remaining members of the Shark Tooth Clan to seek revenge may be a fantasy. It would be great if I could find other more powerful helpers. Apart from the Shark Tooth Clan, there are only But the old man "Yunnuo", the leader of the Dolphin Clan, doesn't want to fight back to the East China Sea with me, and the Dolphin Clan doesn't look much better than the current Shark Tooth Clan. Who else is better? Powerful? Liu Haiyu? The Taoist disciple who defeated me is indeed powerful..."

Thinking of this, Sharlong suddenly stopped, slapped his forehead with his hand, and said to himself with a look of sudden realization: "I thought of it! There are many powerful sects in the Zhongyuan Continent where Liu Haiyu is located. If you can form an alliance with one of their major sects, you will definitely be able to fight back to the East China Sea and take revenge."

He thought so, with ecstasy in his eyes, raised his clenched fists, raised his head and shouted loudly: "I want revenge! I want revenge!"

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

After a while, Shark Face's manic mood calmed down, and he whispered: "I'm going to Zhongyuan Continent to find help."

At this moment, the door curtain outside the big tent was opened by someone.

"Who is so bold as to break into my camp privately?" Shark Face was about to get angry when he noticed someone came uninvited. Because without his permission, other tribesmen will be severely punished by him, let alone entering the big tent, or even entering within ten feet of the big tent.

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

"Is it you?" Shark Face was a little surprised to see the visitor, but he was not angry.

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

A huge upturned nose occupies most of the middle position on the bald monk's face, with a pair of large nostrils turned outwards, and you can even clearly see the thick nose hairs overflowing. Above the nose is a pair of small soybean-like eyes, shining with a captivating look.

"Why, have you forgotten your second uncle in just ten years?" the visitor continued.

"Is it really you? Are you still alive? Back then, when you practiced forbidden arts and harmed your fellow tribesmen, wasn't my father expelled from the Shark Tooth Clan and personally presided over the death penalty of being sacrificed to the shark spirit in public?" Shark Long looked surprised. asked.

"Hehe." The bald monk smiled strangely at first, with a complicated look in his eyes. Then he said: "After all, your father is also my biological eldest brother. How could he be willing to let my younger brother die? At that time, he just found a death row stand-in as a cover-up. Afterwards, your father used shark teeth to As the leader of the clan, he personally slapped me with a hundred shark-tooth soul-eating whips to punish me for the sins I committed."

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

Then, the bald monk closed his clothes neatly, with a disdainful smile on his lips, as if the hundred soul-eating whips didn't make him succumb.

When Shark Face saw the whipping scars on the bald monk's chest, his scalp went numb. How did his second uncle survive the hundred shark-tooth soul-eating whips without dying?

The shark-tooth soul-eating whip is made from the backbone and teeth of the East China Sea blue shark, which is then soaked and tempered in several types of highly toxic deep-sea snake venom for 7,749 days. With each stroke of the whip, the person being tortured felt like he was being bitten by shark teeth, and the snake venom on it penetrated into the bone marrow. Even the warriors of the Shark Tooth Clan generally cannot take more than ten lashes, and they will most likely die of their bones and flesh rotting away.

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

"It's a long story. Back then, your father left me half alive and warned me not to appear in the East China Sea for the rest of my life, otherwise I would be killed without mercy. I endured the pain and fled westward to Zhongyuan Continent. In order to heal The wounds on my body were caused by whipping, and I kept attacking and devouring the souls of those cultivators in the Zhongyuan Continent. As my body gradually recovered, I became a wanted target of various sects in the Zhongyuan Continent. , and finally I joined an organization called "Shadow". "Shadow" gave me the space to survive and allowed me to live until now. This time I came to the coast of the East China Sea to carry out the tasks assigned to me by the "Shadow" organization. As soon as I arrived here, I discovered that there were quite a few Shark Tooth Clan members. When I inquired about it, it turned out that the "Shark Tooth Clan" were driven out from the East China Sea by their enemies and hid on Dolphin Island to survive." The bald monk said unhurriedly. said.

"We were not driven out, but framed by the cunning Scale Dragon Clan. My father lost his life trying to cover the evacuation of the remaining clan members. One day, I, Sharak Long, must return with the members of the Shark Tooth Clan. Donghai, destroyed the Scale Dragon clan to avenge his father and many other clan members who died," Shark Face defended loudly.

"Revenge? Just you and a group of old and weak soldiers under you? The original strength of the Scale Dragon Clan is higher than that of our Shark Tooth Clan. I said back then that forming an alliance with the Scale Dragon Clan is tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger. Only if you are strong, can you It's the only way to survive. I chose to become stronger, so I secretly practiced the shark-tooth clan's forbidden skills." At this point, the bald monk paused deliberately.

Staring at Shalong's shark face maliciously, he then said sarcastically: "What? My good nephew, looking at your handsome face now, I know that you have also practiced forbidden arts like me." The technique of "Teeth Devouring the Soul" is really a huge irony."

"Don't talk nonsense. It was my father who transferred 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."

Shark Face defended loudly, with a complicated expression on his face, including fear, sadness, and unwillingness.

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

On the ground, the corpses of the shark-tooth warriors were scattered everywhere, with broken limbs and arms, and rivers of blood. A pole was forked on the ground, but it had not yet fallen. The flag with the Shark Tooth Clan's "Shark Fighting" totem was fluttering feebly but stubbornly in the residual wind that smelled of blood.

Under the flag, an old man covered with scars stood among a pile of corpses. The blood of himself and the enemy was twisted together, staining his whole body red. A short sword penetrated his chest, and he was bleeding. It was a fatal wound. His gray hair was braided into messy braids on both sides of his face. He held the flagpole of the clan flag next to him with one trembling 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, if I die, you will be the new leader of the Sharktooth Clan. I can't survive now, but your strength is still too weak. If If you want to continue to survive, you must become stronger. Don't think about revenge. We are no match for those powerful enemies. Let's escape from here with the remaining Shark Tooth Clan. As long as the Shark Tooth Clan is not destroyed, there will always be a day when the Shark Tooth Clan will rise again. ”

"Father, if I carry you, you won't die." The son responded loudly, with emotion.

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

Hearing this, the son burst into tears and laughed, thinking that his father would really not die.

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

The son nodded and gripped the flagpole tightly.

The father looked up at the shark totem on the flag that was snarling angrily and wagging its tail, then looked down at his son and became extremely 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 Clan and take the remaining Sharktooth Clan members with them. Leave here and work hard to survive. Only by forgetting hatred can you have a future."

At the same time, a huge amount of soul power came from the father's palms and merged into the son's body through the temples on both sides of the head.

The son's skull was about to crack due to the sudden impact of the huge soul power entering his body.

"Ah -" he shouted, losing his mind and frantically absorbing these extremely familiar yet unfamiliar soul powers that were integrated into his body. And his originally upright face gradually distorted, and finally turned into a shark face.