I picked up the scattered attributes

Chapter 0337

The body of the Old Ancestor Muchen suddenly froze.

Even the cloud that had turned from red to black suddenly stopped rolling, as if time had frozen at that moment.

The shock in the heart of Ancestor Muchen was even a thousand times more intense!

The figure that suddenly appeared behind me was like a ghost, making no sound whatsoever.

He had clearly blocked the entrance to the Divine Light Bridge. Logically speaking, even a demon king would have difficulty forcing his way in. No matter who it was, there should have been some commotion.

however……

Nothing!

"You...who are you?!"

Just as Ancestor Muchen was about to turn around, the figure behind him suddenly blew a breath.

It should be known that the true form of Ancestor Muchen was a flawed divine artifact, forged from divine metal and materials. Its material was beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and it should have been absolutely impervious to heat and cold!

But at that very moment, he felt a terrifying chill.

What is blowing on him?

So cold, so bone-chilling, colder than ten-thousand-year-old ice, that it sent chills down the spine of Ancestor Muchen in an instant.

"Get out here, Ancestor!"

Ancestor Muchen roared, unleashing his magical power, and abruptly turned around.

Immediately, a chill ran through his body.

Behind him, there was nothing but a desolate wasteland.

Empty!

It was as if, from beginning to end, it had all just been a delusion on his part.

What chilled Mu Chen to the bone was that even at this moment, the other party did not make a sound!

Inaudible, invisible, and intangible!

"Damn it, what on earth is that?! What kind of ghost has escaped from the second level of the Demon Emperor's Tomb?"

He couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath, wondering if he had seen a ghost.

It is conceivable that the ghosts that can exist in the Demon Emperor's Tomb are no ordinary creatures; their bloodthirstiness and terror may even surpass that of his true form!

"Didn't you say...you wanted to kill...me, Your Majesty...?"

Behind them, that ethereal voice came again, without any warning, suddenly ringing out from behind.

"Wh...what...kill you?"

Ancestor Mu Chen was completely bewildered, but soon, as if he had realized something, his mind sank to the bottom: "This emperor? Wait, could it be that you are..."

A terrible suspicion began to surface in his mind.

He only said one sentence...

I'll kill even a god!

Looking across the entire Demon Emperor's Mausoleum, who else can be called a "god"?

There is only one answer.

However, those words were only meant to intimidate Xia Donghai. In any case, Ancestor Muchen never expected that his boastful words would actually attract such a big guy!

A truly terrifying ghost!

"No, that's not the case!"

Ancestor Mu Chen almost instantly cowered. His voice trembled, and his entire body was suddenly enveloped in blood mist, quickly transforming into a broken war drum!

Long ago, the war drum was soaked in blood, turning a dark red color and exuding a terrifying aura.

It turned out that Ancestor Muchen had been frightened into revealing his true form!

"Senior!" he managed to squeeze out, his voice hoarse. "I was just joking, yes, just joking! You're so kind..."

"You want to kill me... why don't you do it already... I've wanted to die for a long time... pfft..."

Just then, Ancestor Muchen suddenly heard a soft laugh.

Her voice was clear and ethereal, carrying an unyielding smile, completely different from the first half of her voice.

"What...that's not right!"

Even if Ancestor Muchen was slow to notice, he would have sensed something was amiss at this moment.

He looked around and his gaze quickly fell on one side of the drum.

"When did this thread get tangled up on me?"

In one corner of the broken war drum, a thin white thread is wrapped around it. If you are not careful, you will completely overlook it and mistake it for part of the drum body.

But the true form of Ancestor Muchen was this drum. Even if he didn't notice it at first, he immediately realized it once he came to his senses...

It feels like something has appeared on my body!

"Oops, I accidentally gave myself away."

"It's nothing, it's just for fun."

Two more voices came from behind.

It was just as abrupt as before, only no longer appearing so sinister and terrifying.

Swah——

Ancestor Muchen made a move and obliterated the white thread.

The sounds coming from behind completely disappeared.

"Damn it..." Noticing this change, Ancestor Mu Chen transformed back into the hunchbacked old man, his face so ugly it seemed like it could drip water. "Xia Donghai! Get out here, Ancestor—"

Boom!

The terrifying blood cloud transformed into a storm and erupted from his body once again.

Bloodshed, rage, bloodlust... all sorts of negative emotions erupted from the Twilight Ancestor, bombarding the surrounding wasteland.

He is like a night drum, awakening the most negative emotions in people's hearts as darkness approaches.

The name of the Old Ancestor Muchen comes from this.

Just in the next moment.

An incredibly fierce aura suddenly swept over them, causing Old Ancestor Mu Chen's expression to change drastically almost instantly.

"What is this?!"

That murderous aura was not only more powerful than his, but it also contained a spirit of striking the sky with a sword, forging ahead without hesitation, and never turning back until the heavens were broken!

Click!

The blade flashed and easily swept away all the blood clouds.

Before Old Ancestor Muchen could defend himself, his body was slashed by the blade, and his entire body exploded one after another!

“Xia Donghai…you…”

Pfft!

Feng Xia emerged from the shadows carrying a butcher's knife, looking at the broken drum on the ground with a strange expression.

Originally, in order to achieve a quick victory and kill the enemy in one strike, and to avoid any possible accidents, he took out his ultimate weapon—a pig-slaughtering knife—while there were no other onlookers on the second floor.

The result was somewhat unexpected...

When the butcher's knife cleaved through the Twilight Ancestor's drum, which was also the dilapidated war drum, a strange change suddenly occurred.

It seemed to suddenly gain sentience, and at the very moment it was about to annihilate Ancestor Muchen's consciousness, it shifted slightly.

As a result, the physical form of Ancestor Muchen was severed, but his consciousness remained and completely merged into the war drum, becoming the spirit of the war drum!

"What exactly is going on..."

Feng Xia's expression was strange. He, Zhu Youniang, and Qing Lin walked forward together to the fallen war drum and tapped it on the surface.

"Are you there?" he asked after thinking for a moment.

"Xia, Xia Donghai!"

After an unknown amount of time, seeing that Feng Xia showed no sign of leaving, a voice filled with fear finally came from the drum: "How did that knife end up in your hands?"

After a moment's consideration, Feng Xia answered seriously:

"Found it on the roadside, so what?"

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Chapter 0338

"Found it on the roadside?"

Even in his original form, Ancestor Mu Chen was still speechless with astonishment: "Such a peerless divine artifact... can be found on the roadside?"