The Ancient Zombie Emperor

Xiao Mu was shocked by the word "again", and then he suddenly revealed a look of understanding. Other than him and Wan Er, there were also Su Hongyi and a few other people inside the underground world.

"Damn those people, I hate them!" The group of "ghosts" all had twisted faces.

In that moment, a dense and cold aura burst forth, and all the "ghosts" rushed towards Xiao Mu, the cold aura that shot to the sky penetrated into one's bone marrow.

BOOM!

At this moment, Xiao Mu retaliated strongly. In this underground world, the spirit energy was being corroded by the death aura so naturally, he could not use it. Then 鈥?Circulating Ten-Thousand Corpse Mantra, a terrifying Qi surged out like a demon, Xiao Mu displayed his own powerful strength.

The sinister and cold Qi was instantly scattered, and the group of "ghosts" were shattered with a single punch, turning into specks of light. As they disappeared into thin air, they were forcefully devoured by Xiao Mu, and the blood of myriad nether demons in his body grew once again, reaching 115 drops!

The previously aggressive looking ghost was now completely terrified, it stared at Xiao Mu with its large, pale eyes, this living person could actually devour them! These ghosts had no moral integrity. They just ran.

Wan Er was stunned, she tilted her head and said: "So ghosts can be afraid of people too."

Xiao Mu joked: "Not only are ghosts afraid of people, they even have a lot of expressions?"

After he finished speaking, Xiao Mu made a grasping motion with one hand, and a fleeing "ghost" was caught by him. This guy turned his head to look at Xiao Mu, and forced out a smile that was uglier than a cry.

"Big brother, let me go. I am only a little brat. I don't even know how I died." This guy was so scared that he was on the verge of crying. However, he didn't cry, but instead cried out a trace of death, which scared him so much that he quickly pulled it back. This thing was like the blood of a living person.

"This guy is so pitiful, he doesn't even know how he died." The fear in Wan Er's heart had already subsided quite a bit as she felt some pity for this fellow.

That fellow hurriedly nodded his head. "That's right, that's right. It's my little sister who understands me. If I were to meet her in person, who can tell me how I died?"

"F * ck you, calling him a little sister isn't that bad. You might be over a thousand years old already." When Xiao Mu said these words, he had a strange feeling. His Wu Zong was also only close to a thousand years old, this was the first time he had seen a ghost who could live so long.

Just as he was about to say something, Xiao Mu asked him about his situation. Knowing that Xiao Mu would not kill him, the ghost heaved a sigh of relief and started talking to him. Xiao Mu found it hard to believe what he heard.

This guy only remembered that in the era when he was still alive, there was a peerless Martial King called Wu Cangqiong. This fellow was from two thousand years ago!

At that time, the Xiushan Mountain did not have a Nanshan Academy, but a force called the Heavenly Snow Palace, who guarded the Xiushan Mountain. This ghost heard that the Xiushan Mountain had a great fortuitous encounter, and whoever obtains it could become a Wu Zong Ranker in a short period of time.

He did not know what happened next. He only knew that when he died here, there was still a trace of a confused consciousness that did not go extinct, so after a long time, most of his memories were erased and he lived like a ghost.

Xiao Mu was shocked. In this world, whether it was beasts, birds, or humans, there was a soul inside the body. This soul was born from a wisp of XianTian Qi from the time a person was born into a young body. It could be said that it was full of spirituality.

But, a person's soul is extremely weak. Only when one's Martial King Realm opens up their sea of consciousness with a map of the martial way, will the soul of martial cultivation begin to grow stronger. But even if one's Martial King dies, the soul cannot guarantee that they will be strong enough to exist in this world forever.

For such a weak ghost, how was it possible for the soul to exist as a soul?

"What era is it now?" This ghost wiped away the tears that did not exist as he said with a heartbroken heart.

"Wu Cangqiong has already fallen for two thousand years." Xiao Mu suddenly said.

Then, he cried out in grief and said, "Heavens, I have actually died for two thousand years. Two thousand years, who knows how many Martial Genius s have buried themselves within the years, turning into dust, many red and white heads, all turned into red skeletons. What did I miss? If I knew earlier, I wouldn't have come to Xiushan Mountain. Was my beautiful junior sister injured by my death god, married to someone else, or died alone? "

Wan Er consoled him with great sympathy as Xiao Mu stepped forward and knocked him out. After that, he used the Ten-Thousand Corpse Mantra to investigate and discovered a shocking secret. The soul essence of this ghost could be said to be extremely weak. It might not even be a Martial Master when it was alive, but there was a mysterious power imprinted within his soul essence.

This brand controlled him and made him unable to leave the Dead City. At the same time, it also locked onto this extremely weak Soul Essence, allowing it to last forever.

It could be said that without this brand, this fellow would have long since returned to the dust and earth.

"So that's how it is." Xiao Mu's face revealed a look of enlightenment, he then activated the blood of myriad nether demons s in his body, releasing waves after waves of death qi that covered his entire body, and after a moment, Xiao Mu's entire body released a sinister Qi, like a ghost from hell, there was no signs of life.

He allowed himself to become like a ghost for the time being, and then, he carefully guided the deathly aura on Wan Er's body. Before long, this Barefoot girl also became a little ghost girl.

"Wow, I've become a ghost." Wan Er only felt that it was extremely interesting, her small eyes were filled with excitement.

Immediately after, two false ghosts swaggered into Dead City and sat down in a wine shop. The ghost boss passionately ran over and poured a cup of wine for Xiao Mu and served him a plate of rotten meat.

He looked around, and saw a plate of rotten meat on each table. In the eyes of these ghosts, they seemed like delicious food, eating heartily. There were even ghosts who were eating rotting meat at home. Xiao Mu was speechless, he did not want to eat anymore.

However, the ghost boss continued to stare at him while laughing. Seeing that Xiao Mu was not eating, his expression became gloomy, and he said: "You junior, do you find me unauthentic? I am a hundred-year-old corpse here, are you here to ruin the show? "

In the tavern, the other ghosts were also glaring at him angrily. At this time, it was the old rule of this shop that whenever new customers came, they would serve them a plate of rotten meat, and if they didn't eat it, they would look down on the shop owner.

Xiao Mu saw that the piece of rotten meat was in a tough spot, just at that moment, an old ghost who reeked of alcohol, staggered in, and sat at Xiao Mu's table. When he saw the plate of rotten meat, his eyes immediately lit up, and directly grabbed it with his hands, wolfing it down.