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“Hehe~”
A hoarse, sinister laugh came from the coffin.
The familiar feeling became more and more real, causing Chen Huaian to frown.
"Is my sword still in good condition?!"
Boom——!!!
The heavy coffin lid seemed to be struck by an invisible force, and it suddenly flew upwards with a sharp sound of metal tearing.
It rolled and smashed into the darkness in the distance, making a dull roar, and the entire Demon Locking Tower was shaking slightly.
A pale hand wrapped in the cold air from the coffin suddenly reached out from the edge of the coffin!
The five fingers were thin and slender, with sharp black nails, tightly clasped on the cold edge of the coffin.
Then, there was another equally pale hand.
With the strength of his arms, a tall and stiff figure slowly raised his upper body from the darkness of the coffin.
The tattered black imperial robe wrapped around the body that seemed to be carved from cold stone.
The ferocious dragon pattern embroidered on the robe had long since faded and decayed.
His head slowly raised, and that face...
Chen Huaian will never forget it.
That face had nearly killed him, if he hadn't gotten a talisman from the electronic girlfriend system.
The grass on his grave is now five feet high!
The person in the coffin wore an imperial crown and a dragon robe.
In the deep eye sockets, two dark green and cold ghost fires burned.
A soul-calming nail was nailed in the center of his forehead.
The corpse king Emperor Jiang.
However, compared to the Corpse King Emperor Jiang that he encountered in the Fu District before, the Emperor Jiang in front of him was many times stronger.
Maybe it has something to do with the soul-calming nail on his face?
Before, the Corpse King Emperor Jiang had a face full of nails, and could be called a niche, non-mainstream god.
But this Corpse King Di Jiang has a nail on his forehead.
Doesn't that mean that Emperor Jiang's power has been completely liberated?
Chen Huaian pondered.
The Corpse King Emperor Jiang slowly stood up and stepped onto the huge coffin.
Boom boom boom——!
His steps were heavy, and with every step he took, a thin layer of white frost formed on his face.
The cold and rotten air, with the oppressive force of a thick corpse aura, was like a surging cold tide, instantly filling the entire bottom floor of the Demon Locking Tower. It was several times more powerful than the dragon and tiger before.
Emperor Jiang raised his eyes, and his sharp ghost eyes locked onto Chen Huaian with the majesty of an emperor.
He slowly raised his hand.
Buzz——!
A long sword with an ancient shape and a dark and cold light flowing on the blade appeared silently in his hand.
Chen Huaian glanced at the sword.
Oh, isn't this a coincidence?
His concubine, Emperor Jian, sank into the river.
Although he rarely favors Chen Jiangjian.
I only take it out when I need to disguise my identity.
"Is my sword still in good condition?!"
Emperor Jiang spoke again, his voice like a cold wind from the underworld blowing through a pile of bones.
Chen Huaian subconsciously scanned his space ring with his mind - the Shenjiang Sword that he had seized from the incarnation of Emperor Jiang half a year ago, was now dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The sword was quickly covered with mottled red rust, and its aura was completely lost. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a piece of scrap metal.
The sword in Emperor Jiang's hand was glowing with blood, as if it was absorbing some kind of power.
The sword hummed, emitting a ferocious and heart-pounding aura.
OK~
This time I saw the real version.
Even the Shenjiang Sword, which had already submitted to him, was assimilated.
He recalled the life of Corpse King Emperor Jiang, at least he was sure that this emperor was a good emperor when he was alive, and now he is conscious, so it seems possible to communicate with him.
"Corpse King Emperor Jiang!" Chen Huaian clenched the black-scaled sword, raised the tip slightly, and said in a cold voice: "I am the heir of the dragon soul. I am here to track down the traces of vicious beasts and auspicious beasts to fulfill the mission of the Ancestral Dragon! You..."
"Mission? Hahaha!" Di Jiang's laughter suddenly interrupted Chen Huaian.
The laughter was like the cry of a night owl, harsh and crazy.
Full of mockery and irony... and a hint of imperceptible sadness.
"Dragon Soul Heir? Ridiculous! Pathetic!
The mission you are pursuing is nothing but a big joke!"
His ghostly green eyes stared at Chen Huaian, and every word he said was like an ice pick piercing his bones: "You can't win! You will never win!
You eventually...
Like the dry bones that fell at your feet—
Become a speck of dust in this endless cycle of reincarnation.
A complete loser!"
As Corpse King Di Jiang was speaking, Chen Huaian felt his vision blur.
The inky darkness of the Demon Locking Tower, the broken stone walls, the remains of the fallen dragon and tiger... all the scenes were like an ink painting thrown into boiling water, instantly distorted and dissolved, and the ink peeled off.
The cold wind, carrying the strong stench of blood and rotting corpses, rushed into my nostrils.
No more cold stone underfoot.
The mud was thick and soaked with dark red blood.
Chen Huaian looked around, his heart sank.
Where is the Demon Locking Tower in front of me?
He stood on a boundless, dead and desolate battlefield.
The sky is lead gray, drooping and depressing.
Everywhere he looked, there were broken weapons, shattered armor, and piles of bones.
Some are human, some are monsters, and there are countless unrecognizable twisted limbs.
Bones piled up, covering the vast expanse of land, stretching all the way to the end of the gray horizon.
The rotting flag fluttered feebly in the howling cold wind, making a sound like tearing silk. A few pitch-black crows landed on the pile of skulls, tilting their heads and gazing coldly at the tiny figure below with their blood-red eyes.
Corpses were scattered all over the ground, and the air was filled with the aura of death.
The figure of Emperor Jiang appeared silently not far in front of Chen Huaian, on a mountain top made of countless huge bones.
He held the blood-stained Shenjiang Sword in his hand, looking down at the intruder like the king of this land of death. His dark green gaze penetrated the pervasive corpse aura and locked onto Chen Huaian with an icy gaze.
Chen Huaian gripped the sword tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white.
In the Cangyun Realm, cultivators at the Void Realm form their own small worlds, allowing them to gain the upper hand in battle by pulling their opponent into their small worlds. Immortals on the planet 땤눓, known as those who break through the Void Realm, can form their own domain, a far cry from a small world.
Break away from one area and break away from a small world.
Which one is simpler is self-evident.
He could feel that the place he was in was neither a domain nor a small world.
And a state in between...
How to describe it?
This half of the world belongs to the Corpse King Emperor Jiang.
The Corpse King Emperor Jiang is very powerful.
But compared to these, he cared more about what Di Jiang had just said.
Why is the other party so sure that Zulong's plan is a joke?
Chen Huaian stared at Emperor Jiang on top of the corpse.
The voice was unusually clear in the dead silence of the battlefield: "Why?"
The frozen hideous smile on Di Jiang's lips faded slightly.
The cold and indifferent voice was like a death knell: "Because—"
He slowly raised the Shenjiang Sword in his hand, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Chen Huaian.
"Now, you are going to die!"
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