The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

But no matter what was on the opposite side, the old man's situation had reached a dead end now.

The old man took a pill and forced his destroyed meridian to work. There was only one antidote, which had been fed to Xiao Chen.

After swallowing the pill, the old man carried Xiao Chen on his back.

"I have lived for millions of years, and I don't know what it is to live. In the end, I can't do anything." The old man smiled bitterly.

"Want to fight the trapped beast?" The sharp ridicule sounded, unusually harsh.

"From ancient times to the present, in the two wars, you can win only by fate. Now that your fate is exhausted, all you can do is slaughter."

The sounds of mocking came one after another, and the shocking old man had a splitting headache.

The old man shook his head to wake himself up, looked at the looming Cthulhu idol in the dark, and slowly said: "I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know, but your breath makes me hate the old man, and I hate it from the bottom of my heart. "

"So what?" The sharp voice laughed.

"Not so." The old man sneered, his whole body soaring.

"Your methods are completely useless to me, not to mention that you are still such a useless great emperor." The sharp mocking words punish the heart.

The old man laughed and said with disdain: "The old man hangs the pot and saves countless people all his life. It is your turn to be a demon to comment?"

"Evil?" The sharp voice laughed: "You are also true evil spirits in my eyes."

"It's useless to say more, the ways are different, and don't seek each other." The old man shouted violently.

The colorful rays of sunlight burst out and began to impact the huge dark space.

The chain of the avenue kept roaring, and a circular shield visible to the naked eye was formed instantly, protecting the two of them.

A misty figure appeared from above the hood.

This figure holds a medical book in his hand, his eyes are burning, his expression is kind, and he looks like a compassionate saint.

The figure began to slowly flip the medical book in his hand, and mysterious and complicated characters floated out of the medical skills.

These characters do not have the power to kill, but are full of untimely compassion and gratitude.

These characters surround the old man, then turn into white silk threads and wind up.

"It's interesting, it's your unique way as the emperor, but it doesn't seem to be of any use." The sharp voice was full of teasing.

The old man didn't make a sound, because the meridians were damaged, and now they are forced to operate, making him miserable.

Soon the old man's seven orifices sprayed out golden blood.

"Don't you think about self-destruction, a great emperor's self-destruction may be able to break through the dark sky." The tone of teasing sounded.

The **** old man laughed at this moment, "Old man, I am so afraid of death, I won't blew myself up."

At this moment, the white silk threads of those characters have entwined the old man and Xiao Chen on his back into a cocoon.

"Let me try your way."

The dark space vibrated, and a pair of large black hands stretched out from the darkness, pinching the cocoon that entangled the two of them.

"Small bugs, crack." The sharp voice sounded slowly.

The **** hand suddenly shook, and the black light burst, and the space rioted.

However, unexpectedly, the cocoon, which looked vulnerable, was preserved under this force and remained intact.

"Haha! You don't seem to be as strong as you imagined." The old man's proud voice sounded.

"Presumptuous." The sharp voice roared angrily.

Previously, Xiao Chen, a little guy with only the realm of the pseudo-emperor smashed his own dark sky, and now he was taunted by a trash emperor, which made it unacceptable.

"Don't be presumptuous, wait until you break this day's heart cocoon!" The old man laughed and teased.

"Killing you, so that you will never turn over." The voice of rage sounded, and then a huge Cthulhu idol appeared.

This thing has three heads and six arms, and each head has an indescribable smile, which makes it extremely uncomfortable at the first glance.

On those arms, there are some unnamed weapons, and various strange orders are indefinite on those weapons.

The Cthulhu idol furiously attacked the white cocoon.

But no matter how hard the idol uses, the big white cocoon just doesn't move.

After exhausting the means, the idol finally stopped.

"No..." The sharp voice sounded, no longer angry, and seemed to have recovered calm.

"This is not magical power." The sharp voice seemed to grasp the point.

"Damn, old fox, you can see this." The old man hiding in the cocoon murmured secretly.

As the sharp voice said, this big cocoon does not belong to the monk's magical powers, or it is a very different kind of magical powers.

This cocoon is formed by the emotions of those who have been saved by the old man.

The old man saved countless people in his life. These emotions were included in his own way, forming a very special power. This is similar to the power of faith, but it is much stronger than the power of faith.

Emotions cannot be specifically captured, which is why the Cthulhu idol cannot crush the cocoon.

If you don't know the reason for the formation of this cocoon, I am afraid that no one can break it, even if Xiao Chen, the strongest divine nature, comes, it is impossible to say that it is the strongest defense, it shouldn't be an exaggeration.

"Interesting." The sharp voice laughed and stopped attacking Da Yu.

"Dark abyss, open." As the sharp voice fell, the dark space began to vibrate.

A huge crack slowly appeared.

The piercing screams and howls resounded in the cracks, like the evil spirits tortured in hell, shuddering.

And it seems that all kinds of creatures with tentacles can be seen faintly, rolling under the black cracks!

"Go and see, the most terrifying and desperate place!"

Then, the Cthulhu idol pressed the big cocoon into the black crack fiercely.

...

The darkness was thick, like dark and cold blood flowing out of the rotting corpse, winding and covering everything.

The white cocoon hovered solitaryly in the darkness, thick as if it were the actual darkness, like the dripping saliva from the corner of the monster's mouth.

All kinds of weird creatures with tentacles were blurred by the darkness, and when viewed from a distance, they looked like flesh and blood faces.

The patter of blood was in the darkness, everything was humid, and the air was filled with a suffocating smell.

The terrifying aura that was cold enough to freeze the blood passed through the cocoon to the old man's heart.

This actually caused him to get goose bumps.

The old man knew that he was going to suffer. Although his Tianxin cocoon was almost insoluble in defense, there was no absolute defense in this world.

Everything is mutual generation and mutual restraint. This cocoon is produced by good emotions, and the method to solve it is to use those negative emotions to impact.