Marrying a Former Supreme God

Marrying a Former Supreme God
The Soul of the Reawakened King


He Lang looked at Yan Yujie whose face was pale and fell into the dream world, that feeling of wanting to kill appeared. Right now, Yan Yujie fell into the magic effect of the sleeping princess and would naturally not wake up for some time.


But he had to kill her faster so that unwanted things in the future would not happen.


"Of course for this human, I have to kill him!" He Lang took out a black dagger that appeared in his hand.


The black dagger had an extremely strong aura of darkness and bloodlust. He Lang did not know to stab Yan Yujie at this moment. But before the dagger touched Yan Yujie's body, a powerful spiritual energy instantly attacked He Lang.


The four-handed ghost king tried his hardest to stand firm. But still could not withstand the internal injuries until finally vomiting blood.


"King!!" Mei Rong, Fan Li and Mi Sai were shocked by the unexpected incident.


He Lang wiped away the blood on his lips and his irises grew increasingly vengeful. He looked at Yan Yujie who was now enveloped by an extremely powerful aura. But this clearly did not belong to the Xiu twins at all.


He tried to stab Yan Yujie's heart for the umpteenth time. But the counterattacks he got also continued to multiply.


He Lang was so angry that he deliberately used spiritual energy to try to destroy his body.


"Junk! Why do you have to live to replace me! The king's position is forever mine!" He Lang who was blinded by power did not realize that the spiritual energy in Yan Yujie's body was getting thicker.


The black energy ball in He Lang's hand was directly directed towards Yan Yujie Mei Rong's body while her two pale-faced comrades were currently and quietly retreated outside the cave. They worry about being affected.


There was an explosion in the cave and the explosion was not small. The black energy ball did not injure Yan Yujie at all, precisely hitting the mysterious barrier around his body.


This time, He Lang bounced to the wall of the cave. He coughed up blood for the second time.


On the stone pedestal, Yan Yujie who originally fell into the dream world, now opened her eyes suddenly. Her black hair turned red and her irises also changed. The mark of a true ghost king appeared on his forehead.


When he woke up from the top of the rough rock, his body detected danger.


Outside of Mi Sai, Fan Li and Mei Rong were scared to death. They saw the same figure of Yan Yujie as that day.


Unknowingly, the two immediately knelt outside the cave, full of reverence. Cold sweat dripped down his third forehead.


He Lang did not know that the three of them had betrayed this time. He looked at Yan Yujie's figure with a different appearance, his body instantly stiffened.


"You ... You— is impossible! How could it be like this—" He Lang finally woke up and was wary of Yan Yujie's figure who looked cold and full of murderous aura.


Yan Yujie who was looking at He Lang finally grinned. "Hantom King? Are you worthy of being called a ghost king compared to me?" He underestimated.


He Lang's face was pale at this moment. He saw Yan Yujie raise her hand back and an invisible spiritual energy shot out from her palm towards He Lang.


He Lang immediately dodged even though it was too late. At least he could save his life. Seeing his shoulders hollow, his heart grew cold.


Since when was the soul of this ghost king so powerful?


Yan Yujie who was born like a new figure walked slowly to the jaw. The magic mark of the princess sleeping on her back also faded until it finally disappeared without a trace. He looked at He Lang like he was staring at a small ant among the red ants.


He Lang could not move at all. Rigid body. In the eyes of the ghost king's soul right now, he was nothing. After all, from the very beginning, He Lang was not the chosen phantom king so his strength would not be able to match Yan Yujie.


All the ghost snakes in the cave were very obedient and lowered their heads as if worshipping their king.


Yan Yujie grabbed He Lang by the neck and lifted him into the air. His grip grew so much that He Lang could barely hold on to his last breath.


But before He Lang died from being out of breath, a figure of a woman in a pink dress appeared and stopped his action. His appearance was very unexpected and looked at Yan Yujie with displeasure.


"Killing him is none of your business! Did naturally get my permission to kill her?!"


Yan Yujie's hand grip slipped and she took a few steps back to avoid Ning Siyu's sudden attack.


The saved He Lang did not expect that Ning Siyu would come at this time. He could only depend on it for a while.


Yan Yujie did not seem to be too affected by Ning Siyu's presence. "When did the gods mix with otherworldly affairs? The quality of the gods is declining?" his teasing while grinning. He's not afraid of her.


Ning Siyu had no mercy on him and naturally directly attacked him with god power.


"You don't deserve to know. And you're the one who should be dead!"


Ning Siyu could not let He Lang die at this moment. After all, He Lang was the right person to help him deal with the Sky World. Especially to deal with Xiu Jimei.


As a goddess, she had to let herself clean. Although the Dark God can help him, but not necessarily the results are as desired.


But again someone came and broke Ning Siyu's strength that was about to hurt Yan Yujie. The other god spiritual energy directly attacked him. The woman bounced to the other side and vomited blood.


"Who dares to attack me?!" he shouted very angry.


"Even the Goddess of Beauty is so free to come to this filthy place. It seemed like the Realm of the Gods was very loose with its inhabitants!" That cold voice made Ning Siyu instantly change her facial expression.


The figure of the man in white brocade robes and the silvery-white bedurai fell into Ning Siyu's eyes. The figure stood upright on the lips of the cave and looked at him without the slightest mercy.


"Ning Siyu, it seems like my warning is considered wind by you," he said with a smile. But this smile was not friendly at all.


Ning Siyu's eyelashes trembled slightly. "Ming ... Ming Zise," he murmured.


Ming Zise knew he was here? Since when did the man know?


Ming Zise had come here naturally to find out for herself. He realized if the subconscious seal about the ghost king's soul on Yan Yujie's body broke. And he had thought that Yan Yujie was taking on the appearance of his ghost king again this time.


And that's true. But he had not expected to find Ning Siyu here and help He Lang for his crimes.


Without waiting for Ning Siyu to explain, several spiritual chains appeared and shackled both hands and as well as Ning Siyu's neck like prisoners.