Two figures emerged from the mass grave of Lucheng's delicate body. Their faces were bloodless, pale and withered, like zombie evil spirits crawling out of hell.
They were shrouded in black robes, and their figures could not be seen clearly, but their eyes were both gloomy and evil. Wherever they passed, there was a rotten and musty smell, and in the sky above their heads, there was a large area.
The shadow is always with you, covering up the sunshine.
"Brother, I have almost forgotten how many years we have been underground!"
A person on the left suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse and dull.
The person on the right had an erratic figure. His left and right shoulders moved up and down as he walked, making him appear deformed. When he heard his junior brother speak, he first laughed at himself, and then said in a deep voice: "It's one hundred and three years!"
When the man in black on the left heard this, his expression paused slightly and his eyes glowed with black light.
"Yes, it's been one hundred and three years, and it's all the fault of that damn Dragon King. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have been reduced to hiding underground and not seeing the light of day for hundreds of years!"
"I think back in those days, you and I were collectively known as the 'Ghost King of Western Hunan', and across China, no one knew who was disrespectful, and no one dared to disobey the wishes of you and me. But it was all because of that bastard Long Zhentian.
Without him and the martial alliance he formed, how could we be forced to this point?"
His eyes were full of hatred. Both of them were at the pinnacle of China a hundred years ago. They were kings for a hundred years. In total, they were the predecessors of the Dragon Emperor.
His nickname is the "Sun-eating Ghost King", and he is one of the remaining disciples of the "Black Witch Sect" inherited from ancient times. Next to him is the "Soul-eating Ghost King", his senior brother.
More than a hundred years ago, when China was in chaos, the two of them did not join the army to serve the country. Instead, they dominated Xiangxi with their magic of controlling souls and controlling ghosts. Looking down at China, countless martial arts masters died in their hands.
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They also found an opportunity in the chaos, used powerful force to control the area in western Hunan, proclaimed themselves kings and emperors, wanted to separate the country, and founded the "Soul Reaping Sect" which was very prosperous for a while.
Because the two men were extremely strong in cultivation, it was difficult to find an opponent. Therefore, in Xiangxi at that time, they were the leaders and were invincible. No one dared to say no to them. Money, women, rights, including human life, were all at risk.
They hold it tightly in hand.
In their eyes, ordinary people are just dolls that can be enslaved for their enjoyment. Because of their existence, Xiangxi has gone through a dark period. Almost all of the many corpse exorcism families in Xiangxi and the famous families who control ghosts and gods have been enslaved by them.
Clean up, hit hard.
They thought that their era of ruling Xiangxi would continue forever, but they never thought that a Dragon King would appear in China.
Long Zhentian rose rapidly, and in the wave of Western attacks on China, he advanced bravely, united with other king-level beings who cared about the country, and established a martial alliance, redefining the new order of the Chinese martial arts world.
The two men, collectively known as the "Ghost Kings of Western Hunan", have naturally become the primary targets of the Wu League because they have enslaved ordinary people for many years and enjoy killing people and controlling life and death.
One hundred and three years ago, when the full moon blocked the river, Long Zhentian led three top kings in the martial arts alliance to suddenly arrive at the gate of the "Soul Collection Sect" and completely defeated the two of them with their powerful strength. On that day
, the "Soul Harvesting Cult" was forcibly closed down, all the evil followers in the cult were slaughtered, and the "Soul Harvesting Cult" was destroyed.
The two of them were also severely injured by Long Zhentian during this battle. As a last resort, they had to hide underground and disappear. For one hundred and three years, they did not dare to make any movement and have remained hidden to this day.
"snort!"
Thinking of the past a hundred years ago, the Sun-Eating Ghost King snorted coldly, the fire of hatred burning in his eyes.
"Senior brother, it's been one hundred and three years. Over the years, the two of us have escaped underground, drinking from underground springs and eating insects and earthworms. We have never seen the sun for a day. All we do is endure the humiliation and bear the burden and cultivate the sect to pass on
The 'Seal of Nirvana'!"
"Now, the two of us have finally cultivated the 'Seal of Annihilation Reincarnation' to the state of transformation. We think we can be comparable to the founder of the Black Witch Sect five hundred years ago. Now, it's time for us to take revenge!"
The soul-stealing ghost king's eyes were stern, and a murderous intent swept around him, and countless tombstones in the cemetery were shattered into pieces.
"That's natural!"
"Back then, Long Zhentian led his men to kill the Soul Harvesting Sect, destroy our sect, and massacre you and my disciples. It's time to repay this blood feud with them!"
"Except for Long Zhentian, we must also kill all the other warriors in the Martial Alliance one by one, and we will never let anyone go!"
After he finished speaking, the Sun-Eating Ghost King turned around and looked at each other. The two looked at each other, and the fierce darkness spread from above their heads, forming a black cloud that covered the mountains and forests in the suburbs.
"If my memory has not been confused, this should be the site of the ancient Lucheng City. In this case, the old guy from the 'Haoyuan Inn' should be here!"
"Back then, he was one of the king-level masters who joined the Soul Receiving Cult with Long Zhentian. After a hundred years, I hope he is still alive!"
The Sun-Eating Ghost King's black robe was swaying lightly, and a dry and thin palm poked out from the black robe, and his five fingers slowly closed.
"For the old grudge, let's take action on this old guy first!"
The soul-stealing ghost king nodded coldly, with a smile on his lips without any warmth.
"Since he chose to side with Long Zhentian back then, he should be prepared for what happens today!"
"This time, our brothers and sisters will not only destroy his cultivation, but also make him watch helplessly as you and I slaughter all his descendants, making him miserable for the rest of his life, in order to relieve the hatred in my heart!
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These two peerless ghost kings, the evil demons who were galloping around in the past, have disappeared in the Jiaobo Mountain Forest in the blink of an eye, heading towards Lucheng.
In the auditorium of No. 3 Middle School, Ye Chen was sitting in the guest seat, while dealing with the endless Lu Tianxi, dragging his chin, slightly bored, waiting for the celebration to begin.
During this period, campus leaders in suits and ties arrived one after another and took their seats in another row of the guest seats. After a minute, the lights in the entire auditorium suddenly dimmed, and then a huge spotlight hit the center of the stage.
As the spotlight turned on, a man appeared on the podium. He was wearing a black men's uniform and his hair was combed meticulously. He was the principal of No. 3 Middle School.
Ye Chen raised his eyes slightly and turned around to look. Speaking of which, when he took the test for the special admission exemption from Beijing University, the principal was also with him.
The principal held the microphone and was about to start his prepared opening speech, but right there, Ye Chen's eyes suddenly moved and he turned to the steps on the side of the podium.
There, he sensed an abyssal and unpredictable aura, which made his eyes shrink.
"Lucheng No. 3 Middle School actually has a king level?"