The Corpse Emperor flew down from mid-air, rushed into Yin Xuanji's body, and merged together.

A miserable scream sounded in Yin Xuanji's body.

"Why did Lord Corpse King devour my holy soul?"

"From the moment you were born, it means that you are the carrier of this emperor. Only by swallowing your holy soul and borrowing your body can I live for another lifetime."

"So, you passed on to me the "Blue Blood Sutra" for today." Yin Xuanji roared.

"Originally, your body was the best rebirth, but unfortunately you were too weak and actually threw him into the underworld. Now this body can only be considered as barely useful."

...

Yin Xuanji's roar became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared completely.

Immediately afterwards, Yin Xuanji broke his left arm and grew up again. The shroud on his body was broken by a powerful force, shattering and falling to the ground like white butterflies.

A young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, standing in the center of the rag, was extremely handsome, with a waterfall-like black swaying in the wind, with a tall figure, crystal clear skin as jade, her pupils shining with blue light, and there was no trace of corpse energy on her body, but instead she exuded a kind of agility.

"Finally back!"

The Corpse Emperor looked at his hands and said softly, with a gentle smile on his face.

Da Sikong, Zhao Shiqi and others also guessed the identity of the Corpse Emperor, showing a look of fear, unable to remain calm.

According to legend, the ancient emperor who established a central empire has been dead for 70,000 years. Now, he has come to the world again and wants to live a second life.

The Corpse Emperor was not in his heyday, but a new body and had not reached the holy realm.

However, he just stood there quietly, which also caused a huge oppression to everyone present and destroyed everyone's fighting will.

Perhaps only Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yanchen can maintain their fighting spirit and be ready to fight at any time.

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Chapter completed!