hateful!
The Emperor Ling was so angry that he slammed the dragon chair!
On the handle of the dragon chair, there was a faint black smoke.
"Om-"
A small voice sounded in the night sky.
But the Emperor Ling was angry and didn't notice it until the black air spurted from the dragon chair formed a black shadow and stood upright in front of the Emperor Ling.
When Emperor Ling raised his head, he was startled when he saw the phantom in front of him!
Because this black phantom was shrouded in a black cloak, with his head lowered, his entire face could not be seen.
However, it was obvious that a terrifying deterrent was shrouded in the Spirit Emperor.
"You, you, who are you? How did you get in here?!" The Emperor Ling turned pale and kept shouting at the outside, "Someone! Somebody!"
The black cloak mystic slowly raised his head.
"what!"
Lingdi screamed!
In fact, the strength of Emperor Ling is not low, but he has been the emperor for a long time, and he has become more and more reluctant to die.
The face in front of me was really scary.
Because this face has no eyes, no nose, no mouth... More precisely, it looks like a fake face with a snow-white mask.
At first glance, it looks like a legendary ghost.
Emperor Ling was so frightened that he slipped off the dragon chair, 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, did everyone outside die? He shouted so loudly that no one outside came in
"The Lord of the Undead." An indifferent voice sounded.
"Dead, death, undead Lord God?!" Emperor Ling's heart trembled slightly, "Is it the legendary ghost? Lord, Lord, Lord God of the undead world?"
In fact, when the emperor asked, he already believed it, because the cold and strange breath of the undead Lord God was confused in the entire hall, and even invaded the meridians of his whole body!
"I, I, am I going to die? Are you going to take me away?" Ling Emperor was so frightened that his mind went blank and his body stiffened.
The undead Lord God did not answer, but asked him:
"Do you want to be stronger?"
The voice of the Lord of the Undead was indifferent, like a god and Buddha on the sea of clouds, looking at all living beings.
As if the Emperor Ling answered or not, it didn't matter.
"Get stronger? You said I can get stronger?" Didn't he come to kill him? Emperor Ling was relieved slowly, without wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, he asked, "Why, why do you want to help me?"
The Lord God of the Undead glanced at the Emperor Ling with disdain.
Lingdi's heart tightened, and he quickly said, "Okay, you don't say yes, but what price do I have to pay?"
"Sell me your soul." The Lord of the Undead frowned.
"what?!"
"If my soul is sold to you, will I… die?" the Emperor Ling asked.
"What do you think?" The voice of the Lord of the Undead was indifferent.
Emperor Ling said recklessly: "If I die, who cares if the flood floods the sky. If I sell my soul to you, how strong will the Huangfu royal family be in the future, what does it have to do with me? I don't want to die."
"So you won't die."
"Ah?" Emperor Ling exclaimed.
"Not only will he not die, but he will also become the undisputed king of the spiritual world!" The Lord God of the Undead said calmly, "Sell your soul to me, and I will accept you as a disciple, and within this hundred years, your strength will be very powerful. , at least in the spiritual world, no one can surpass you. And all you have to do is—"