Chapter 865 — The Walking Corpse Fiend
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" The old dragon carried another outer coffin on his shoulder, and in wild delight sealed himself and that coffin inside the hanging coffin.
"Heavenly Venerable Ling's treasure lies within this outer coffin.
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. " The sound of the Heavenly Dragon King's laughter came from within the hanging coffin, and then, in Shen Mu's ears, the laughter suddenly turned to screams. The hanging coffin shook violently, rocking to and fro on the surface of the Heavenly River, throwing up great waves.
Before long, blood flowed out of the hanging coffin, and the hanging coffin on the river gradually fell still.
Shen Mu's eye twitched; he looked warily at the hanging coffin afloat on the river.
The Lingxiao Hall of the Jade Capital City was a scene of ruin; the hall had been razed to the ground. The demigods the Heavenly Dragon King had brought were dead, every one of them, and the maidservants Yan Qiling and Mu Qiubai had brought had been gravely wounded by the Heavenly Dragon King and lay on the ground unable to rise. Over the wreckage of the fallen Lingxiao Hall several figures came flying in great haste, only to see that the surface of the Heavenly River had become a sea of blood, red gore rolling out from the hanging coffin and dyeing the river red.
Everyone's heart quailed.
Suddenly the hanging coffin clicked open—a coffin within a coffin: the outer coffin the Heavenly Dragon King had just carried and put inside the hanging coffin suddenly stood upright, standing straight in the hanging coffin.
That outer coffin had already been opened. Inside was pitch-black, and more terrible still, from within came a sound of chewing, as though something were gnawing. Suddenly gore gushed from the outer coffin like a flood; the blood came like a tide, pouring out on every side.
The Heavenly River had already been dyed red; now it turned a deeper crimson. Thud.
A huge dragon head flew out of the upright outer coffin, struck the surface of the river, and slowly sank into the water. It was the head of the Heavenly Dragon King. On the riverbank, Xing An's eye twitched violently; he hefted his box and quietly drew back.
"Heavenly Venerable Yu," Yan Qiling and Mu Qiubai also quietly withdrew. In the scramble just now, because their strength was far below the Heavenly Dragon King's and the others', they had not been favored with the Heavenly Dragon King's regard, and so had lived.
But now the very coffin they had fought over made their blood run cold.
Suddenly a claw thick with green hair reached out of the outer coffin; beneath the green hair the claw seemed cast of gold and bronze.
The faces of the crowd changed drastically—and at that moment a figure flew out of the outer coffin, and a tattered cloak spread in an instant across the sky above the Heavenly River.
It was an incomparably mighty emperor corpse, which had cultivated itself into a corpse fiend inside the coffin; sharp fangs grew in its mouth, and at the corners of its lips still hung the flesh and blood of the Heavenly Dragon King. Foul corpse qi flooded this dead Heavenly Court in an instant, and the corpse fiend flew through the sky, swift as light, swift as lightning, straight at them.
Yan Qiling screamed, and the maidservants beside her immediately shot into the sky to meet the emperor corpse.
These maidservants could match the Heavenly Dragon King blow for blow; though gravely wounded, they had survived, and their strength was exceedingly high—yet the corpse fiend that the emperor corpse had become caught them one in each hand and stuffed them into its mouth.
Everyone fled in all directions. The corpse fiend laughed evilly, its crimson cloak snapping.
Suddenly it dropped from the air, its tattered cloak covering a great swath of palace, and seized a fleeing maidservant.