Chapter 958 Ghost Marriage Bride: Substitute Sacrifice (36)

Ten steps away from the platform of life and death is a huge open space. After crossing the bridge named "Nai", this open space is the first to arrive.

The ten-thousand-year-old blood corpse stood with his hands behind his back, standing in the middle of the open space.

It looked more terrifying today than yesterday. His head was covered with hands growing out of rotten flesh, and there were at least a hundred pairs of them densely packed.

The hands are small, but each hand is shaking constantly, as if it is a strange summons.

I saw him slowly turning around, eating the hands growing out of his head, and looking at Murong Ming and said, "Very punctual!"

He glanced at Luo Qingchen behind her, and a different kind of red light flashed in his blood-red eyes and said, "This beautiful girl, we meet again."

Luo Qingchen narrowed his cold eyes and waved the Linglong Ring with his right hand, causing the entire open space to glow with golden light. The Linglong Ring was so powerful that it cut off half of the hand on his head.

He groaned in a low voice and said with a strange smile: "The beautiful girl is quite fierce. Do you think that if you cut off my 'accessories', it won't grow back?"

When the sound fell, he shook his head vigorously, trying to stretch out his hand on the rotten flesh.

Unfortunately, he failed.

Luo Qingchen snorted coldly, looking at the half-human, half-ghost bloody corpse in front of her without any warmth, and said, "Do you think it will grow back?"

The ten-thousand-year-old blood corpse squinted the eyes that had long fallen into the rotten flesh, gritted his teeth and said, "Since you want to die, I will make it happen."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky suddenly changed color. The originally bright sky was gradually replaced by dark red light.

He roared angrily, and his figure instantly changed to the height of ten people. He roared angrily: "Murong Ming, when I was defeated by you, the witch clan took advantage of the chaos and trapped me in the Rakshasa Palace for hundreds of years. Do you know that I had just escaped from Wuling Mountain, and they had imprisoned me before? More than nine thousand years!"

He hated, hated the Witch Clan with all his heart.

But he hated Murong Ming even more when he spent more than nine thousand years breaking through the seal of Wuling Mountain and preparing to suck blood and enjoy himself in the human world.

Murong Ming discovered him unexpectedly, and the two had a big fight, and both ended up losing.

Then the Wu clan took advantage of the situation and teamed up with the former Ghost King to seal him away again. This time he was sealed very close to the palace, and the righteousness of the True Dragon Emperor almost made him unable to breathe.

But he had long expected that Murong Ming would soon be killed by his brother.

As long as Murong Ming's aura of emperor is gone, he will have a chance to seal it again.

Little did they know, Murong Ming was dead. But the Murong clan built an imperial mausoleum for him. After he turned into a fierce ghost, half of his abilities were sealed in the life and death platform by the previous ghost king, but the other half of his abilities were enough to oppress him.

In this flash, more than seven hundred years passed.

If his true body hadn't come out of the imperial mausoleum this time, he might not have had the chance to lift the seal.

The next second, Murong Ming's eyes turned cold, and a death scythe instantly appeared in his right hand. A red light ripped open between his eyebrows and looked at him: "I want to see it now, I only have half of my strength." , can I accept this bloody corpse of yours?"

As soon as he finished speaking, two red and blue lasers collided in the sky.

The speed of the two of them was extremely fast, so fast that Luo Qingchen could hardly see them. This collision between the ten-thousand-year-old blood corpse and the century-old ghost is extremely powerful.

Until a few seconds later, the two lights were heavily bounced away, and Murong Ming fell to the ground covered in blood, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.