Chapter 689 689. Holy King of Evil Eyes

"Davis, how do you want to die!"

Yang Ming's voice of injecting soul power constantly echoed in the sky above Xingluo City, majestic and majestic.

Davis' complexion changed drastically, and he said angrily:

"Yang Ming, you don't keep your word!"

"An unfaithful, unrighteous and unfilial person like you doesn't need to keep credit at all!" Yang Ming glanced at Davis coldly, and said, "Because, you don't deserve it!"

"puff!"

Davis was so angry that he opened his mouth and sprayed blood mist.

He clutched his chest, half kneeling on the ground, his face extremely ugly.

The last ray of hope in his heart was shattered, and Davis understood that Yang Ming was in a rhythm of immortality.

Unless he died, otherwise, Yang Ming would never let it go.

"Help me down quickly."

Davis yelled loudly, and the personal guards around him woke up like a dream, and quickly supported him from left to right, and staggered down the city wall.

In this regard, Yang Ming did not do anything, but waved his hand, signaling the army of one million to attack.

With the combined forces of the Tiandou Empire and the Zhatian Gang, if they want to attack this mighty city, although they will encounter some resistance, it will not take too long. It can be as long as a week or as short as three days. Win or lose.

As for Yang Ming?

Of course, he chose to stand by and watch the soldiers below attack.

After all, he formed the Zhatian Gang just to be a hands-off shopkeeper, so he doesn't have to do everything himself. With so many tools and people on errands, he can just be lazy.

On the contrary, Davis, ignoring the contemptuous gazes of the people around him, got into the luxury carriage as soon as he walked down the city wall, urged the coachman to speed up his horse, and drove the carriage back to the palace quickly.

Now, Star Luo City is besieged on all sides, looking over the past, it is the enemy's army, it can be said that it is impossible to escape.

Although Davis's temperament has changed drastically, he has become a lot more tyrannical, and if he moves, he will kill, but it does not mean that he is a fool. He knows very well that if he chooses to break through and leave, it is the way to die. Yang Mingke is waiting outside the city. With him!

Three thousand people escorted the carriage and drove quickly, with a cloud of dust behind it.

Occasionally someone was in the middle of the road and had no time to dodge to leave, but was hit head-on by a carriage, or a figure flew upside down, or was knocked under the carriage, and was crushed to death by the spinning wheels.

The sound of horseshoes faded away, the ground was in a mess, the dust mixed with blood stains, and bloody corpses were seen from time to time, mixed with the sighs of passers-by and the painful cries of relatives.

All of this is just a microcosm of the daily life of the entire Star Luo City.

Common people dare not speak out, but their hearts are like a mirror, and no one is looking forward to Davis's death.

As soon as the carriage arrived at the palace, Davis immediately retreated from the left and right guards, and hurriedly ran to an inheritance palace in the palace.

Now in the eyes of outsiders, the martial soul of the royal family of the Star Luo Empire is the Evil-Eyed White Tiger.

However, few people know that when the ancestor of the Star Luo Empire was also the founder of the empire, his martial soul was not inherited from his parents, but from a mysterious creature.

"boom!"

The gate of the Inheritance Palace was violently opened, and dust fell from the beams.

The ground is very clean and the air is very fresh. Apparently, people come in to clean the palace all the year round to keep the sanitation and cleanliness inside.

The entire palace was empty, with no extra decorations, and no miscellaneous people. There was only a huge statue placed in the innermost part of the palace.

Looking at the past, the statue is more than 20 meters high. It is a white tiger with eyes hanging out. The left eye emits purple light, and the right eye emits green light. Bai Mi, the black stripes on his forehead are shaped like the word king, and his body is covered in white fluff as white as paper. A pair of wings are gathered behind his back. If the wings are fully deployed, they may be bigger than the body of a tiger.

This is the secret passed down from generation to generation by the Xingluo royal family.

This statue is the Holy King of Evil Eyes!

"Plop!"

Davis came to the statue, his legs softened, he knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed to the statue of the evil-eyed saint king, saying:

"The Holy King of the Ancient Evil Eyes, I beg you, the unworthy descendant Davis, to pass on your power to me. Otherwise, when Yang Ming leads an army into Xingluo City, it will be too late to regret everything!"

After all, Davis kowtowed heavily towards the ground again, until his head was bleeding.

Strangely, the blood flowing from his forehead twisted on the ground like a blood snake, spread towards the statue, and was absorbed by the statue.

"The Holy King of the Ancient Evil Eyes is above, Yang Ming's strength is too amazing, he once had the record of killing Qian Daoliu, the great priest of the Wuhun Empire, the unworthy descendants ask you to give me the strength to kill the invading enemy!"

Perhaps it was because of the humiliation in his heart, or jealousy of Yang Ming's talent, or simply because of the pain and stimulation caused by the bloody knock, Davis' handsome and evil face became abnormally distorted, his eyes Shining with a vicious and vicious color, like a ghost in hell.

After absorbing enough blood, the whole statue changed.

It actually came alive!

"Crack it! Crack it! Crack it!"

A series of fried beans-like explosions came from inside the statue, waking Davis up.

"what happened?"

Davis stopped kowtowing, and suddenly looked up, he was stunned.

The statue he had always thought of was a lot more angry at this time. The tiger's head the size of a locomotive hung down, and a stream of smoke spewed out from its nostrils, hitting Davis, which still felt a little numb.

However, Davis' whole body was like falling into a cellar of ice, an extremely cold chill spread all the way up his spine, his hands and feet were suddenly icy, and when his butt fell to the ground, his legs went limp.

"The Evil Eye Holy King...is...alive?"

It's not to blame Davis for being cowardly, the main reason is that the aura emanating from the soul beast in front of him is too majestic!

It's not that Davis has never seen ten thousand-year soul beasts, but all the ten thousand-year soul beasts he has seen were all tied up and placed in front of the evil-eyed holy king, not even worthy of carrying shoes!

Facing the majestic aura of the Evil-Eyed Holy King, Davis felt like a fallen leaf, in the midst of a tornado, letting the strong wind swirl his body, but he couldn't get out of the predicament.

The Holy King of Evil Eyes sniffed the breath of Davis, a trace of memory flashed in his eyes, and said in a low voice:

"Oh, it's from Dai's lineage!"

Hearing the words of the evil-eyed Holy King, Davis, like a drowning man catching a life-saving straw, hastily nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, saying:

"Yes, yes, yes, I am the Emperor Xingluo of this generation, and I ask the Holy King Xieyan to uphold justice for me!"

Contrary to Davis' expectations, there was a hint of greed in the tiger's eyes.

"Ah, so speaking of it, you are a sacrifice to me?"

Davis: "???"