Emperor Ling was so angry that he punched the dragon chair hard!
A faint black smoke filled the handle of the dragon chair.
"Buzz"
A slight sound sounded in the night sky.
However, the Ling Emperor was too busy to notice it until the black air sprayed from the dragon chair formed a black shadow, standing straight in front of the Ling Emperor.
Emperor Ling raised his head and was startled when he saw the phantom in front of him!
Because this black shadow was completely covered in a black cloak, its head was lowered, and its entire face could not be seen. The cloak fell to the ground, and its feet could not be seen.
However, one can clearly feel a terrifying deterrent hovering over Ling Emperor.
"You, you, who are you? How did you get in?!" Emperor Ling's face turned pale and he kept shouting outside, "Someone is coming! Someone is coming!"
The mysterious man in black cloak slowly raised his head.
"ah!"
The Spirit Emperor screamed!
In fact, the Ling Emperor's strength is not low, but he has been the emperor for a long time, and he cherishes his life more and more.
The face in front of me is indeed terrifying.
Because this face has no eyes, no nose, no mouth... To be more precise, 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, are all the people outside dead? He screamed so loudly, but no one outside came in?
"Lord God of the Undead." A calm voice sounded.
"Death, death, the main god of the undead?!" The Ling Emperor's heart trembled slightly, "Is it the legendary ghost and god? The main, main, main god of the undead world?"
In fact, the Emperor Ling already believed it when he asked, because the cold and strange aura of the Lord God of the Undead was confused in the entire hall, and even invaded the meridians of his body!
"I, I, am I going to die? Are you taking me away?" Emperor Ling was so frightened that his mind went blank and his whole body became stiff.
The Lord God of the Undead did not answer, but asked him:
"You want to become stronger?"
The voice of the Lord God of the Undead is indifferent, just like the gods and Buddhas on the sea of clouds in the sky, looking at all living beings.
It seems that it doesn't matter whether the Ling Emperor agrees or not.
"Become stronger? You said I can become stronger?" Didn't you come here to kill him? Emperor Ling breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and without even wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, he asked, "Why do you want to help me?"
The Lord God of the Undead glanced at the Spirit Emperor with disdain.
Emperor Ling's heart tightened, and he hurriedly said: "Okay, you don't have to say it, but what price do I need to pay?"
"Sell your soul to me." The Lord God of the Undead frowned.
"ah?!"
"If I sell my soul to you, will I... die?" Emperor Ling asked.
"What do you think?" the Lord God of the Undead said indifferently.
Emperor Ling said indifferently: "If I die, no matter how great the flood is, if I sell my soul to you, no matter how powerful the Huangfu royal family is 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 you not die, you will 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 my 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 "