336 Come Kill Me
Patriarch Muchen’s body suddenly froze.
Even the black clouds suddenly stopped surging, as if time had stopped at this moment.
The shock that Patriarch Muchen felt in his chest was thousands of times stronger than this!
The figure that suddenly appeared behind him was simply like a ghost that did not make any sound.
!!
He had clearly blocked the entrance to the long divine light bridge. By right, even a demon king would find it difficult to barge in. No matter who it was, there should be some movements.
However…
There was nothing!
“You… Who are you?!”
Just as Patriarch Muchen was about to turn around, the figure behind him suddenly blew a puff of air.
One had to know that Patriarch Muchen’s true form was a broken divine artifact forged from divine gold and divine materials. The material was beyond ordinary people’s imagination. Logically speaking, it should be absolutely indestructible!
However, at this moment, he felt a terrifying chill.
What was blowing at him?
It was so cold and bone-chilling that it was even colder than ten-thousand-year-old ice. It made Patriarch Muchen’s scalp tingle.
“Get the hell out here!”
Patriarch Muchen shouted angrily. His magical power erupted and he suddenly turned around.
Immediately, he felt a chill run down his spine.
Behind him, there was nothing but desolate wasteland.
It was empty!
It was as if from the beginning to the end, it was just his imagination.
What made Patriarch Muchen’s hair stand on end was that even at this moment, the other party still did not make any sound!
It was inaudible, invisible, and unfathomable!
“Damn it, what exactly is it! Which ghost has escaped from the second level of the Demon Imperial Tombs?”
He could not help but curse under his breath. Was he seeing a ghost?
It was obvious that the ghosts that existed in the Demon Imperial Tombs were definitely not simple creatures. The extent of their bloodthirsty and terrifying nature might even surpass his true form!
“Didn’t you say… you wanted… to kill me…”
Behind him, the ethereal voice sounded again. Without any warning, it suddenly appeared behind him.
“What… what… kill you?”
Patriarch Muchen was dumbfounded. However, he soon thought of something and his heart sank. “You? Wait, are you…”
A terrifying guess surfaced in his heart.
He had only said one sentence just now…
“I can even kill deities!”
In the entire Demon Imperial Tombs, who else could be called a “deity”?
The only answer was only that person.
However, those words were only meant to intimidate Xia Donghai. No matter what, Patriarch Muchen did not expect that his boasting would attract someone powerful!
An incomparably terrifying soul!
“No, it’s not like that!”
Patriarch Muchen almost instantly cowered. His voice trembled as his entire body was suddenly enveloped by a blood mist, quickly turning into a broken war drum!
A long time ago, the war drum had been soaked in blood. Its entire body was dark red and emanated a terrifying murderous aura.
Patriarch Muchen was so scared that he revealed his true form!
“S-Senior!” He squeezed out a few words at the top of his lungs. “I was just joking just now. Yes, I was just joking! You’re magnanimous…”
“Didn’t you want to kill me… Why don’t you do it now… I’ve wanted to die for a long time… Pfft…”
At this moment, Patriarch Muchen suddenly heard a chuckle.
It was crisp and ethereal, with a tinge of amusement in it that could not be dispelled. It was completely different from the voice earlier.
“What… No!”
No matter how slow Patriarch Muchen was, he still noticed something amiss.
He looked around and soon his gaze landed on the side of the drum.
“When did this thread… get tied on my body?”
On the side of the broken war drum, there was a thin white thread wrapped around it. If one did not notice, one would completely ignore it and treat it as a part of the drum.
However, this drum was Patriarch Muchen’s true form. Even if he did not notice it at the beginning, when he came back to his senses, he immediately realized…
There seemed to be something extra on his body!
“Ah, I accidentally exposed the truth.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. It’s just for fun anyway.”
Two more voices came from behind him.
It was as abrupt as before, but it no longer sounded so sinister and terrifying.
...
Swoosh—
Patriarch Muchen took action and destroyed the white thread.
The voices behind him disappeared completely.
“Damn it…” Noticing this change, Patriarch Muchen once again transformed into the appearance of the hunchbacked old man. He had a very unhappy expression on his face. “Xia Donghai! Get out here—”
Boom!
The terrifying storm of blood clouds erupted from his body again.
Bloody, violent, bloodthirsty… All kinds of negative emotions spewed out from Patriarch Muchen’s mouth and exploded in the surrounding wasteland.
He was like a Mu Gu, an evening drum. It brought forth darkness and awakened the most negative emotions in the human heart.
This was where Patriarch Muchen’s name came from.
However, in the next moment.
An incredibly intense vicious aura suddenly swept over, and in almost an instant, it caused Patriarch Muchen’s expression to change drastically.
...
“What… is this?!”
Not only was that vicious aura more powerful than his, but it also contained a spirit that wanted to slash a knife towards the sky, not intending to stop until it broke the heavens!
Crackle!
The knife light slashed down and easily swept away all the blood clouds.
Patriarch Muchen did not even have time to defend himself before his body was slashed by the knife light, and his entire body exploded continuously!
“Xia Donghai… You…”
Plop!
Feng Xia walked out from the dark with his butcher knife in hand, looking at the broken drum on the ground with a strange expression.
Originally, in order to end the battle quickly and kill with a single strike to avoid any possible accidents, he took out his main killing weapon—the butcher knife—while there was no one watching on the second floor.
However, to his surprise…
When the butcher knife slashed past Patriarch Muchen, which was also the broken war drum, a strange change suddenly occurred.
It seemed to have suddenly gained intelligence. At the moment when it was about to destroy Patriarch Muchen’s consciousness, it deviated slightly.
In the end, Patriarch Muchen’s body was cut up, but his consciousness remained. Moreover, it completely fused into the war drum and became the artifact spirit of the war drum!
“What’s going on…”
Feng Xia had a strange expression on his face. He walked forward with Zhu Youniang and Qing Lin to the war drum that had fallen to the ground. He raised his hand and knocked on the drum.
“Are you there?” he asked after a moment’s thought.
“Xia… Xia Donghai!”
After an unknown period of time, seeing that Feng Xia had no intention of leaving, a voice filled with fear finally came from the drum. “Why do you have that knife?”
Feng Xia deliberated for a moment and replied seriously.
“I picked it up by the roadside. Why?”
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