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Before he finished speaking, he suddenly grabbed Lingling's waist and leaped into the air, dodging the deathly aura that suddenly surged out from below.

This deathly aura had no effect on Chu Ming or the other monarch-level undead beings.

However, for Xiao Lingling, who is still an ordinary person, this death energy that slowly erodes the human body is more threatening than some powerful spells, demonic arts, or physical attacks!

"Alright, the host has sent someone! Behave yourselves!"

After some playful banter, the previous tension dissipated.

When it comes to serious matters, Lingling is always very measured.

Lingling was placed steadily on Chu Ming's shoulder, her little legs swinging back and forth as she reached for the bronze bell hanging high above.

Chu Ming supported her leg with one hand, and with the other hand he flicked out a ghostly blue flame, illuminating a large open space.

Scott, along with the Undead Blood Clan and the Shadow Wolf Kings, formed a defensive line, silently releasing their monarch-level aura to suppress the wails of the undead around them.

Those originally vicious and wicked spirits seemed to have lost some of their terror in the leaping firelight.

There was a child-like spirit, tilting its head and staring at the jingling bell. A curious light flickered in its empty eye sockets, as if it were curious about the blue light in the sky that made the spirit feel both comfortable and uncomfortable.

The undead general, clad in tattered armor, paused, his hand gripping the rusted longsword, eager yet acting with propriety.

Ta-da!

Tatata`~~~~~

The fact that this was discovered was within Chu Ming's expectations!

After all, even if his necromancy covered his aura, he could fool ordinary undead, but he couldn't fool the Imperial Palace of Sha Yuan, which combined offense, defense, suppression, and refining!

Especially since it was the First Emperor's imperial palace, not the small abyss of other emperors!

Chu Ming didn't harbor any illusions at all, nor did he need to!

The forty-nine monarch-level dark beings behind him were one of the reasons for his confidence...

24 Undead Blood Clan Members, 16 Shadow Wolf Lords, and 9 Skrull Lords!

The weakest are all at the level of legitimate monarchs (Scott is currently the weakest!).

These forty-nine undead lords alone are enough to overturn some small evil abysses!

As for the First Emperor's imperial palace, it was not a trivial matter. If it was not treated with care, it would be easy to reduce the imperial mausoleum to half ruins!

"Hehehehe~~~~"

"Hehehehe~~~"

A ghostly chuckle drifted over, and a cool sensation arose, not from the shadows.

The next second, a powerful monarch whom even Chu Ming had never seen before, the Nine Netherworld Queen, appeared!

After the Nine Netherworlds, he became the commander of the Ghost Legion.

Ghosts are the fewest in number in the Undead Empire, but the most difficult to deal with.

Apart from light magic and mental magic, other elemental skills and destructive abilities are completely ineffective against them!

Like humans, the Nine Netherworld Queen even resembled a graceful woman, exuding a fragrance completely different from the stench of corpses.

As Leng Lingling looked back, Jiu Youhou's gaze flickered, scrutinizing Leng Lingling's entire body with great interest, making Leng Lingling's hair stand on end.

Its eyes, like Medusa's Eyes, possess the ability to read minds and see souls. With just one glance, images of incomparably luxurious ancient palaces appeared in one's mind: the tragically murdered infants, the blood-soaked palaces, the back view of a peerless woman who committed suicide, and her unseeing, unclosed eyes...

These eyes are exactly the same as those of the Queen of the Nine Netherworlds, pure black with a cat-like charm and eeriness!

Leng Lingling could no longer see anything, and even her thoughts had stopped.

The surrounding eerie winds couldn't tear apart Chu Ming's divine light protection, but the endless resentment pierced through everything, reaching his mind and memories...

My mind has been invaded by resentment. Hundreds of vengeful ghosts are whispering, crying, or roaring in my ears. Some of them look gentle and refined, like a lady, speaking in an ancient tone, softly asking if the young master would like to hear their story.

After you hear it the first time, you might feel sorry for the girl who committed suicide.

After listening to it a second time, you might feel that she really shouldn't have to endure such pain, but the third, fourth, and fifth times...

She keeps talking, and even frantically pours her own tragic memories into people's minds, making you personally experience that torment and suffering.

But if the ghost shows even the slightest impatience, it will instantly transform into a ferocious old black woman, tearing apart all the gentle, charming, and pitiful image it had previously cultivated!

"Feel my pain!!!"

"You should experience my pain too!!!"

"I've been here for a very long time, and I have a lot to say. Would you like to listen?"

Oh, you don't want to hear it? You don't want to?! You actually don't want to hear it?! Do you know how much pain I'm in?!

During the fall, Leng Lingling felt as if she had entered a chaotic dream.

In the dream, the self repeatedly experiences these ghostly past events, each one enough to pierce the heart a thousand times, making one wish to bite off one's tongue and commit suicide!

Leng Lingling felt that she was no longer herself. Her past was being covered by the resentment of these ghosts, and her memories were being eaten away. She had completely entered a movie scene of endless tragedy and fear. There were countless different experiences, but each one seemed familiar!

The terrifying power of the yin wind was resisted by the soul light, but the spirit was about to collapse completely. The light of clarity released by the pendant of concentration on the neck necklace had no effect at all. The resentment of these ghosts was so great that it could cover everything!

As Leng Lingling was immersed in the images projected from the Nine Netherworld Seal, a golden light flashed from a Buddha pendant on her chest, and everything returned to normal.

Just before Lingling completely lost her soul and consciousness, the array pattern engraved in her mind lit up, and endless light protected Leng Lingling's clarity!

All of this happened in less than a second!

"Aren't those bald monks from Baima Temple all dead yet?"

With a muttered sound, Jiuyou realized that Chu Ming was still there!

The illusion that accompanied his entrance was enough to silence Leng Lingling, but if he were to take the initiative to attack...

"What a pretty and clever little girl, so cute!"

"It's a pity. If I were still alive, I would definitely take you as my personal disciple and pass on my mantle!" Empress Jiuyou changed her attitude, smiling as she said to Leng Lingling, "My healing abilities back then were the best in the world!"

Leng Lingling finally regained her composure, but was still shaken.

A wave of lingering fear washed over me, and I even felt a little regretful about exploring the ancient capital's tombs.

This place is so unfriendly to me!

Breathing air that Chu Ming has purified with his light magic is a complete burden!

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