The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

"Xiao Chen." At the moment when the skull was about to be shattered, an old voice sounded.

"Grandpa." Xiao Chen's fist stopped slightly, but then he banged on the skull.

The next moment the skull was broken into pieces.

"Oh." An old figure appeared in front of Xiao Chen, looking at the broken bones in the ground, and sighed for a long time.

This old man is no one else, but the mysterious existence that lives in the mountain of no return.

Xiao Chen couldn't see the strength of the old man. Even if he was in the realm of the Great Emperor, he didn't see any clues. This old man was like an ordinary old man, kind, kind and old.

But Xiao Chen understood that the old man could not be as simple as it seemed on the surface. He could live in the road of no return for a long time without accident, and he did not return to the army of billions of mountain ghosts in the mountains. He respected him very much, an ordinary little old man. It is impossible to do it.

"Grandpa knows this skeleton." Xiao Chen asked.

Grandpa nodded, his expression was full of sadness, and he muttered, "Whether it is broken, it can be regarded as dust returning to dust!"

"Grandpa..." At this time, Liu Su Mingyue poked his head out and saw the old man's eyes full of small stars.

Fringe Mingyue flew out, fell into the arms of the old man, and rolled happily.

Looking at the fringe Mingyue pulling his beard, Grandpa finally showed a smile on his pleats face, "Xiao Mingyue, he has grown up a lot and is also fatter."

"Yeah." Liu Su Mingyue nodded happily, tugged at her stomach, and said happily: "Grandpa, look, fleshy."

"Well, good, good." Grandpa nodded in relief.

"Xiao Chen, the road of no return has not been smooth recently, let's go back to the mountain of no return first." The old man looked at the distance and said.

Xiao Chen nodded, and looked back at the cultivators who followed him. What surprised Xiao Chen was that half of the people who survived the aftermath of the war were actually half of them.

These monks still have a hand in protecting their lives!

The old man looked at the monks and shook his head helplessly: "I will let Luliu make a way for them, and Xiaochen will leave these things alone."

Xiao Chen nodded. That's okay. The big mountain ghosts like Luliu are very familiar with this way of no return. If they open the way, they shouldn't hit the heads of these terrifying beings like themselves.

Xiao Chen confessed to the monks and followed Grandpa out of here.

The remaining cultivators shivered one by one, hoping that the path-blazer in Xiao Chen's mouth would come soon.

However, they didn't ask Xiao Chen's name until Xiao Chen left, and they didn't even say a word of gratitude.

...

The mountain of no return is still the same as it is, boundlessly in the middle of the road of no return, and the road of no return is divided into two parts.

In fact, Xiao Chen was a little curious about how many mountain ghosts were hidden in the non-returning mountain. In terms of the number he knew, if these mountain ghosts were pulled out, they might be able to flatten any forces in the starry sky.

As soon as Xiao Chen and Grandpa appeared in front of the mountain of no return, the endless mountain of no return began to agitate.

One after another screaming in the mountains and forests, it was so lively, a torrent of mountain ghosts rushing to Xiao Chen's side from everywhere, it was extremely magnificent.

Of course Xiao Chen knew that these mountain ghosts didn't welcome themselves, they just came to welcome the little princess who did not return to the mountain, Fringe Mingyue.

A green-skinned monster suddenly appeared in front of Xiao Chen, looking at Xiao Chen angrily.

This is not someone else, it is Lord Lüliu who had been pitted three leaves by Xiao Chen.

"You still know how to come back!" Luliu said in a weird manner.

"Oh, it's breaking the gods and entering the pseudo-emperor without limit, ha, it's terrible." Xiao Chen also replied strangely.

Luliu's eyelids jumped up, and this guy was obviously mocking himself.

"Uncle Luliu." Seeing Luliu, Liu Su Mingyue flapped her wings and jumped on Luliu's shoulders, happily pulling on Luliu's green glowing face.

Seeing Liu Su Mingyue, Lu Liu was too lazy to wrestle with Xiao Chen, and carefully held Liu Su Mingyue in his palm, looking up and down, with an old father-like smile on his face.

"Not bad, I have gained weight and my body is better." Luliu nodded in satisfaction.

"According to how the little guy eats like this, it's a good thing not to grow into a pig." Xiao Chen muttered in his heart.

"Lüliu, take people to make a way." Grandpa thought about the monks and explained.

Luliu did not refuse. After listening, he nodded, led the tassel Mingyue, and left here.

"Brother Great, I'll go out and play for a while, okay?" Liu Su Mingyue sat on Luliu's shoulder, waving her chubby little hand to Xiao Chen.

"Go, go." Xiao Chen nodded cheerfully.

What Xiao Chen didn't worry about the most in Buguishan was the safety of Tassel Mingyue. If anyone here dared to let the little guy shed his root hair, he would be torn to pieces by countless mountain ghosts.

"Grandpa, how many mountain ghosts are there in No Return Mountain?" Xiao Chen asked curiously as he watched Lu Liu lead an invisible edge torrent away from No Return Mountain.

Grandpa shook his head: "I don't know, the mountain is too big to be counted, but there are about 20 leaders like Luliu."

"Twenty." Xiao Chen was also taken aback when he heard this number.

Luliu is a pseudo-emperor, which means that there are at least twenty pseudo-emperors living in this non-return mountain. This Nima is too terrifying!

You know, in the starry sky, as long as there is a planet born of a pseudo-emperor, it can be called the Great World.

In other words, this non-returning mountain is equivalent to at least twenty big worlds, or more.

Xiao Chen hadn't noticed before, but now he understands that there is such a terrifying force hidden in the mountains of No Return.

"Let's go for a cup of tea together?" Grandpa looked at Xiao Chen, nodded gently and asked.

"Good." Xiao Chen naturally had no reason to refuse.

In a valley with excellent scenery, Xiao Chen and Grandpa sat opposite each other, and the steaming mist of tea added a bit of dust.

"Grandpa, is that skeleton just now your old knowledge?" Xiao Chen asked curiously.

Grandpa nodded, and said in a daze: "It's been too long and old, I can hardly remember his name."

Grandpa looked at the curling mist, remembered it slowly, and said slowly after a long time.

"His name is Wutian. He was once a leader of Lord Shanshen. He fell in that battle and buried his bones here."

Xiao Chen knew that the battle that Grandpa said should be the battle between the gods and the foreign land in the Chaos Age.

Grandpa picked up the tea cup made of bamboo, took a sip, and continued: "In the recent non-returning to the mountain, the breath of those things always appears. This should be the cause of the violent corpse of Wutian."

"Oh," Grandpa sighed for a long time. "If you die, you can't live in peace, so why bother."

Xiao Chen knocked his forehead, feeling a little ashamed, feeling that he just blasted the bones of a hero to pieces.