Chapter 8651 Lord God 2

, The evil king chasing his wife: The good-for-nothing miss! hateful!

Emperor Ling was so angry that he slammed the dragon chair hard!

On the handle of the dragon chair, a faint black smoke was permeated.

"Om—"

A slight voice sounded in the night sky.

But Emperor Ling was so angry that he didn't notice until the black air from the dragon chair formed a black phantom, standing straight in front of Emperor Ling.

As soon as Emperor Ling raised his head, he was shocked when he saw the phantom in front of him!

Because the whole body of this black phantom is covered in a black cloak, with its head lowered, its entire face cannot be seen, and the cloak winds and falls to the ground, and its feet are invisible.

However, one can clearly feel a terrifying deterrence shrouding Lingdi.

"You, you, who are you? How did you get in?!" Lingdi turned pale and kept shouting outside, "Come here! Come here!"

The mysterious man in the black cloak raised his head slowly.

"what!"

Lingdi screamed!

In fact, Emperor Ling's strength is not low, it's just that he has been emperor for a long time, and he has become more and more reluctant to live.

The face in front of me was indeed terrible to say the least.

Because this face has no eyes, no nose, and 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 all the people outside die? He yelled so loudly, yet none of the people outside came in?

"Lord God of Undead." An indifferent voice sounded.

"Death, death, the main god of the undead?!" Emperor Ling trembled slightly in his heart, "Is it the ghost in the legend? The lord, lord, main god of the undead world?"

In fact, Emperor Ling believed it when he asked, because the cold and strange aura of the Lord God of Undead perplexed 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?" Emperor Ling was so frightened that his mind went blank and his whole body froze.

The Lord God of Undead did not answer, but asked him:

"You want to become stronger?"

The voice of the Lord God of Undead is indifferent, like a god and Buddha on the sea of ​​clouds, looking at all living beings.

It seems that whether Emperor Ling agrees or not is not a big deal.

"Become stronger? You said I can become stronger?" Didn't he come to kill him? Lingdi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, without even wiping off the cold sweat on his forehead, he asked, "You, why did you help me?"

The Lord God of Undead cast a disdainful glance at Emperor Ling.

Lingdi's heart tightened, and he hurriedly said, "Okay, if you don't say yes, but what price do I have to pay?"

"Sell me your soul." The Lord God of Undead frowned.

"what?!"

"If I sell my soul to you, will I die?" Lingdi asked.

"What do you think?" The Lord God of Undead said indifferently.

Emperor Ling said without hesitation: "If I die, don't care about his flood. If I sell my soul to you, how powerful the Huangfu royal family will be in the future, what does it matter to me? I don't want to die."

"So you won't die."

"Ah?" Lingdi exclaimed.

"Not only will you not die, but you will also become the indisputable king of the spirit world!" The Lord God of Undead said calmly, "Sell me your soul, and I will take you as my apprentice, and within a hundred years, your strength will be very strong , at least in the spirit world, no one can surpass you. And all you have to do is—”