The aura of death rose into the sky and swept across the entire Devil's Land.

This is the purest aura of death. If an ordinary warrior touches it, he will definitely die. Even a strong person in the Holy Realm will be injured if he is contaminated with this terrible aura.

Buzz!

All the corpse armies in the entire wasteland fell silent at this moment. They were prostrate on the ground, their skeleton faces full of awe and piety.

Their mouths were mumbling complicated words, and their bodies were trembling slightly.

"Is the Ghost Emperor not dead?"

Fang Chen's face became completely solemn. He took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and stared at the cracked altar with his dark eyes.

There.

The aura of death filled the air, reaching into the sky, and an illusory head was gradually condensing.

"Ghost Emperor."

Finally, Fang Chen saw the illusory face clearly.

The legendary Ghost Emperor, the pinnacle existence that suppressed an era, is even much older than the Fushijian Supreme.

In today's Dharma-ending era, there are very few legends about the Ghost Emperor.

But, no matter what, as long as the word "Ghost Emperor" is mentioned, the expression will definitely change.

Buzz!

The eerie breath of death seemed to be refining the entire Devil's Land. There was a hint of cold murderous intention on his huge face. The moment he opened his eyes, the army of corpses crawling on the ground stood up one after another.

Shouting the Ghost Emperor's name loudly.

"My people."

The Ghost Emperor spoke, his aura shaking the sky, and the sword madman and the ancestor of the monster clan who were closest to him were instantly blown away by the air waves.

"You have protected me for endless years, and now I have finally recovered."

Every word spoken by the Ghost Emperor contains extremely cold murderous intent, giving people a tremor coming from the depths of the soul.

"It's so cold."

Even though he was far away, Fang Chen could still feel the coldness coming over him. His body trembled and he quickly regained his consciousness.

Buzz!

The perfect blood flowed, and a trace of cool breath shrouded Fang Chen's soul to defend against the cold air.

At the same time, the Suzaku bloodline in Fang Chen's body gradually became turbulent, and the temperature of the surrounding air gradually became hotter. After a while, Fang Chen's whole body was enveloped in flames.

"Suzaku bloodline."

Fang Chen clenched his fists and shouted in his heart.

As expected of the bloodline of the ancient divine beast Suzaku, it is so powerful that it can withstand the death aura of the Ghost Emperor.

"Who is it that sacrifices blood to awaken me?"

In the void, a huge face hangs, and the Ghost Emperor's eyes are like sharp swords, piercing everyone's hearts.

The ancestor of the demonic beast tribe got up from the ground. He did not bother to tidy up his messy clothes and said with a trembling body: "Senior Ghost Emperor, I used the life and blood of my tribe to break the altar and wake you up."

Um?

Hearing this, the Ghost Emperor's frightening eyes fell on the ancestor of the monster clan.

The latter instantly fell to the ground and felt as if his head was about to explode.

He was even thinking that if the Ghost Emperor wanted to kill him, all he needed was a thought.

At this moment, Sword Maniac was also a little scared. He didn't expect that the Ghost Emperor was really in the devil's land. He just wanted to find the second volume of the Drunken Sword Technique. Unexpectedly, the Ghost Emperor, a legendary super ruthless man, was attracted.

"It turns out that he is a descendant of the tiger soul from back then."

After a while.

The Ghost Emperor moved his eyes away and nodded with satisfaction. At the same time, he also saw the true form of the ancestor of the monster clan.

Hearing this, the ancestor of the monster clan breathed a sigh of relief. The Ghost Emperor knew his ancestor, and he could at least guarantee that the Ghost Emperor would not take action against him.

"Since you are the descendant of Tiger Soul and you have awakened me, I will give you an opportunity."

As he spoke, the huge face opened its mouth, and a stream of cold air spurted out instantly.

The ancestor of the monster clan was a little dazed. The cold air rushed over him instantly. He subconsciously reached out to catch it. When he lowered his head, he saw that it was a token.

"My ghost weapon was left in the End of Death. With this token, you can go to the End of Death to retrieve my ghost weapon."

The Ghost Emperor said, "If you can successfully bring back my ghost weapon, you will receive my inheritance and be able to control my army of corpses."

"Thank you, Senior Ghost Emperor."

The ancestor of the monster clan was extremely excited and expressed his thanks with clasped fists.

"senior."

At this moment, Madman Sword also spoke.

"This junior is also willing to share the worries of the senior Ghost Emperor, and is willing to assist the ancestor of the monster clan to recover the ghost weapon together."

"oh?"

The Ghost Emperor rolled his eyes, opened his mouth, and blew out another breath of cold air. Sword Madman took the token and was overjoyed.

"What do you want?"

"The younger generation practices the Drunken Sword inheritance, but now lacks the next volume of the Drunken Sword Technique..."

Before he could finish his words, the terrifying aura condensed into a yellowed book under the shattered altar and flew to his side.

He opened his palm, and the yellowed book landed. On the cover, five vigorous and powerful characters were written: The Second Volume of Drunken Swordsmanship.

"Drunken Swordsmanship."

The sword madman clutched the yellowed book tightly and was extremely excited.

"Thank you, Senior Ghost Emperor, for making it possible. I will definitely live up to my senior's wishes."

Distant place.

Fang Chen looked at it, he was a little confused.

"Is it just a shadow?"

If the Ghost Emperor really revives, he will never let anyone recover his ghost weapon.

You know, the Ghost Emperor was famously ruthless back then.

"Um?"

At this moment, Fang Chen discovered that two faint breaths spurted out from the Ghost Emperor's mouth, and instantly penetrated into the heads of the ancestor of the monster clan and the sword madman.

The next moment, the two of them were in a state of confusion, like zombies walking around.

"Meet the master."

The two of them clasped their fists together, full of awe of the Ghost Emperor.

"Is this... being controlled?"

Fang Chen was horrified. He controlled the two of them so easily. Isn't this method too outrageous?

Wow!

At this moment, Fang Chen discovered that the Ghost Emperor's fierce gaze penetrated the void.

"Walk."

Almost without any thought, he ran away directly.

He didn't want to be controlled by the Ghost Emperor and become a walking zombie.

"Human race?"

A complicated look appeared on the Ghost Emperor's huge face, and then he said in a cold voice, "You two, go and capture that guy. Remember, I want him alive."

"Yes, Master."

The ancestor of the monster clan and the sword madman glanced at the place where Fang Chen escaped and quickly pursued him.

"Children."

After they left, the Ghost Emperor looked at the army of corpses and said, "Continue to guard the devil's land. Any trespassers will be killed without mercy."

After saying that, his huge face gradually disappeared.

Buzz!

Peace has returned to the Devil's Land, but on the broken altar, there is a statue of the Ghost Emperor.

If there is a powerful person here, he will definitely know that the Ghost Emperor is not really resurrected, but just a ray of residual thoughts resurrected.
Chapter completed!