There was a large space ten steps away from the life and death stage. After crossing the ‘Regret’ bridge, this was the space one reached in the end.
The Ten Thousand Year Old Blood Corpse standing there with his hands crossed in the center.
It looked more terrifying than it did yesterday. His head was covered in hands made of rotten flesh, reaching at least a hundred densely packed together.
The hands were very small and each hand kept shaking, like a strange beckoning.
He slowly turned and ate a hand growing from his head as he looked at Murong Ming, “Quite punctual!”
He looked at Luo Qing Chen in the back and a very red glow appeared in his blood red eyes, “This beautiful girl, we meet again.”
Luo Qing Chen narrowed her cold eyes and she waved the Exquisite Ring on her right hand, exploding the area with golden light. The Exquisite Ring was so powerful that it cut off half the hands on his head.
He gave a grunt before saying with a strange smile, “This beautiful girl is rather fierce. You think that by cutting off my ‘accessories’, they won’t grow back?”
As soon as his voice fell, he shook his head and wanted to stretch out hands from the rotten flesh.
It was a pity that he was disappointed.
Luo Qing Chen gave a cold snort and she looked at the half ghost half human blood corpse without any warmth, “You think that it can still grow?”
The Ten Thousand Year Old Blood Corpse narrowed its rotten eyes and said with gritting teeth, “Since you came to die, I will help you.”
As soon as his voice fell, the sky changed colours. The sky that was as bright as day gradually turned dark red.
With an angry roar, he became as tall as ten people before angrily shouting, “Murong Ming, I was defeated by you back then and was trapped in the Raksha Hall for several hundred years by the witch clan. You know that I just escaped from the Witch Spirit Mountain, they had imprisoned me for nine thousand years!”
He really, really hated the witch clan.
But he hated Murong Ming more. When it took him nine thousand years to break free of the Witch Spirit Mountain and he was prepared to suck people’s blood.
Murong Ming had found him and after a battle between the two, both sides were seriously injured.
The witch clan took advantage of this and sealed him with the former ghost king. This time he was sealed near the imperial palace and the true dragon emperor’s energy suppressed him.
But he already calculated that Murong Ming would be killed by his brother.
Without Murong Ming’s emperor energy, he would have a chance to break the seal again.
Everyone knew Murong Ming died, but the Murong Clan built an imperial tomb for him. Half his abilities were sealed by the former ghost king in the life and death stage after he became a ghost, but that other half was still enough to suppress him.
This lasted for seven hundred years.
If his true body didn’t come out of the imperial tomb, he wouldn’t have had a chance to break the seal.
Murong Ming’s eyes turned cold and a death god’s sickle appeared in his hand. There was a red light that appeared on his forehead as he looked over and said, “I want to see if I can take care of this blood corpse with only half my abilities.”
As soon as his voice fell, a blue and red light clashed in the air.
The two moved very quickly, so fast that Luo Qing Chen almost became dizzy. The clash between the Ten Thousand Year Old Blood Corpse and a ghost of several hundred years was incomparably powerful.
But several seconds later, the two glows bounced off each other. Murong Ming fell to the ground covered in blood and he spat out a large mouthful of blood.