This person came to tell the story, and it turned out that all this had been arranged for a long time.
The person who came was like a ghost, his feet did not touch the ground, his whole body was shrouded in a black robe, and his body exuded a chilling temperature, but Ling Yan was only a little uncomfortable in the corners of his eyes.
If an outsider appears here, especially if a strong person like Jianyi in the world appears here, he will definitely be shocked by this black-robed man, because this person is too unfathomable and has a strength that does not match people at all.
Only Ling Yan knew that he was not a human at all, but a ghost, a ghost who had lived for a thousand years.
The body that used to be pinned on him was now detached, and the power was excessive, and his appearance completely disrupted De Ling Yan's entire life plan.
Originally, according to his plan, even if he knew that his father Ling Yuanshan was killed by the previous generation of Zhenshi King, he would definitely not kill him with that kind of bandit-like attitude, after all, the first emperor had been the strongest person in the world for at least thirty years, and even now he could be regarded as the first person in the world, because now what is standing in front of him is not a person, but a ghost.
The thousand-year-old lonely soul laughed ruefully, his laughter actually made people's hair tingle, if it weren't for this place, it would definitely set off a storm.
"Ling Yan, isn't this the result you've always wanted the most?"
This lonely soul said: "Three years ago, you instructed someone to kill that bullshit Zhao Xuanyi, which means that there is no way to ease up with the Zhao family of this mortal emperor, so I killed that bullshit Emperor through the ages for you a year ago."
It turned out that the first emperor of the Taisho Empire did not die of illness, but was killed by this ghost in front of him, and the imperial court claimed that he was assassinated for the sake of the face of the heavenly family, although they still don't know who killed the first emperor, at this time, the people in golden clothes are crazy to look for this assassin in the world, but they may not find it in their lives.
"You are eager for the strength of the Zhenshi Palace, so I gave it to you, now you are the first king in the world, with 400,000 soldiers and horses in your hands, I also invited back that Xue Gui for you, and even for your Ling family to condense the battle spirit of the Zhenshi army when Ling Yuanshan was alive, so that this 400,000 army is enough to charge into battle even if it has not experienced too many battles, isn't it enough?"
This lonely soul looked angry as he spoke, and he directly turned into a large mouth of blood three feet long, and then swallowed Ling Yan in one gulp.
It's a pity that Ling Yan didn't care about this terrifying scene that was enough to make most people in the world fearful, even if this bloody mouth could almost swallow a sword one, hundreds of masters of that level couldn't kill him, because he and the lonely soul were already symbiotic.
Sure enough, the lonely soul only dispersed into a black mist in the end, and the black mist had a mouth, no eyes and no nose, and said: "If it weren't for the fact that I was too weak when I took you back then, you wouldn't have been you a long time ago."
Ling Yan sat upright, a short sword with two thumbs wide appeared in his hand at some point, the sword light was cold, and he smiled: "It's a pity, I'm still me now, and you're still a lonely ghost."
It turns out that you failed to take away me and never died, but I was pressed in my mind, no wonder I felt that there was a yin in my body many times later. ” "What if I'm doing it, I can't kill you, then I'll kill all the people around you, and make you a living loner."
After the lonely soul finished speaking, countless eyes appeared from the black mist and looked in all directions, and for a while, people close to Ling Yan had a strong death crisis in their hearts, and for such a threat, Ling Yan only put the short sword on his neck.
"If I die, you die, so you can't kill them."
The black fog dissipated, and with helplessness, he drifted into the distance, continuing to look at the great rivers and mountains, looking for if anyone would let him take it away, and I don't know who would inherit his thousand-year-old memory. - End of the book