hateful!
Emperor Ling was so angry that he hit the dragon throne hard!
A faint black smoke diffused from the handle of the dragon throne.
“Hum—”
A soft voice echoed in the night sky.
But Emperor Ling was so busy being angry that he didn't notice it until the black gas spewed out from the dragon throne and formed a black shadow that stood upright in front of Emperor Ling.
When Emperor Ling looked up and saw the shadow in front of him, he was immediately frightened!
Because this black shadow was completely covered in a black cloak, with his head lowered, his entire face could not be seen, and the cloak hung down to the ground, so his feet could not be seen.
However, one can clearly feel a terrifying deterrent looming over Emperor Ling.
"You, you, who are you? How did you get in?!" Emperor Ling's face turned pale, and he kept shouting outside, "Someone come! Someone come!"
The mysterious man in the black cloak slowly raised his head.
"ah!"
Emperor Ling screamed!
In fact, Emperor Ling was quite powerful, but he had been emperor for a long time and became more and more afraid of death.
The face before me was indeed terrifying.
Because this face has no eyes, no nose, no mouth... To be more precise, it looks like a fake face wearing a snow-white mask.
At first glance, it looks like a legendary ghost.
Emperor Ling was so frightened that he fell off the dragon throne, his whole body trembling: "You, you, who are you?! How did you get in?! What do you want to do?!"
Emperor Ling cursed in his heart, are all the people outside dead? He shouted so loudly, but no one outside came in?
"Lord of the Undead." A calm voice sounded.
"The Lord of the Dead?!" Emperor Ling's heart trembled slightly. "Is it the legendary ghost god? The Lord, Lord, Lord God of the Dead?"
In fact, Emperor Ling had already believed it when he asked, because the cold and strange aura of the Lord of the Undead permeated the entire hall and even invaded his meridians!
"I, I, am I going to die? Are you going to take me away?" Emperor Ling was so frightened that his mind went blank and his whole body was stiff.
The Lord of the Dead did not answer, but asked him:
"You want to become stronger?"
The Lord of the Dead's voice was indifferent, like a god or Buddha in the sea of clouds in the sky, looking at all living beings.
It seemed as if whether Emperor Ling agreed or not was not a big deal.
"Become stronger? You said I can become stronger?" So he wasn't here to kill him? Emperor Ling slowly breathed a sigh of relief, not even wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, and asked, "Why, why are you helping me?"
The Lord of the Undead glanced at Emperor Ling with disdain.
Emperor Ling's heart tightened, and he quickly responded, "Okay, you don't have to tell me, but what price do I have to pay?"
"Sell your soul to me." The Lord of the Dead frowned.
"ah?!"
"If I sell my soul to you, will I... die?" asked Emperor Ling.
"What do you think?" The Lord of the Undead said indifferently.
Emperor Ling said indifferently, "If I die, who cares if there's a flood? If I sell my soul to you, no matter how powerful the Huangfu clan becomes in the future, what will it have to do with me? I don't want to die."
"So you won't die."
"Ah?" Emperor Ling exclaimed.
"Not only will you not die, you will become the undisputed king of the spirit world!" The Lord of the Dead said calmly, "Sell me your soul, and I will accept you as my disciple. Within the next hundred years, your strength will be extremely powerful. At least in the spirit world, no one can surpass you. And all you have to do is-"
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