The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Heaven helps practitioners?

Heavenly Dao and practitioners should be the opposites of the two extremes. Is the Heavenly Dao's brain watts now?

Xiao Chen looked dumbfounded in this scene.

Practitioners are a group of people who walk against the sky, they are all people who steal the luck of heaven and earth, and to put it plainly, they are people who grab food from the mouth of heaven and earth.

As a heavenly path, if you have not been done a few times by a practitioner, you will be embarrassed to greet others when you go out.

Heaven helps practitioners, it's like a robber enters your house. Not only do you not call the police, you also actively help the robber.

In this situation, there is only one possibility, that is, another robber has appeared, threatening the existence of both.

Xiao Chen watched all this quietly.

Heaven's help has been in place, and the chain of rules has been entangled with every creature, which has greatly increased the strength of all creatures.

Xiao Chen really didn't understand what kind of existence they were fighting against.

After comparing his strengths, even in his prime as a great emperor, facing such a lineup, it is estimated that it would be difficult to get a bargain.

"Are they going to fight against the emperor?"

Xiao Chen shook his head again, denying his thoughts.

Which great emperor is full and has nothing to do, come to trouble these people.

And it's really the emperor who came to ask for trouble, and Heaven's Dao wouldn't be able to help!

Heaven estimated that he was very anxious to see that the two sides were fighting for life and death, how could they help each other.

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Just as Xiao Chen guessed, the picture in front of Xiao Chen suddenly changed, and the old man standing on the highest mountain suddenly moved.

The old man's body has blue veins violently, and the green veins entangled around the old man like earthworms.

The old man's skinny hand was raised high, exhausted all his strength, and hit the big drum in front of him fiercely.

Xiao Chen's did not hear the drums, and there was a silent picture in front of him.

But Xiao Chen could still feel the heavenly fighting spirit emanating from that big drum.

As the old man's hand fell, a white tiger with a murderous spirit suddenly jumped high and slammed straight into the sky.

The powerful force directly shattered the void, and countless large black cracks appeared on the path that the white tiger passed.

Baihu's body swelled rapidly, and in the end it couldn't be described as covering the sky and the sun.

Baihu's body slammed into the empty sky.

Xiao Chen keenly noticed that Bai Hu's body paused, as if there was an invisible barrier in the sky.

Baihu's huge body continued to hit the sky, getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared completely.

With the disappearance of the white tiger's figure, the clear sky was extremely gloomy, and the sky was suppressed extremely low by the dark clouds, which made people extremely depressing.

Suddenly, a fist-sized colorful glow fell from a high altitude, and fell heavily on the ground.

Xiao Chen's pupils shrank abruptly, divine blood.

The colorful blood smashed onto the earth, and the sky collapsed instantly, and the earth fell apart by this small drop of blood.

Is such a powerful white tiger injured at this moment? What is it that has such a strong strength?

With the fall of the first drop of colorful blood, more blood appeared in the sky.

There was a rain of colorful blood in the gloomy sky.

The blood rain fell on the earth, the mountain peaks began to collapse, and the earth appeared bottomless cracks.

Seeing the rain of colorful blood, the old man opened his mouth wide, as if howling, his muddy eyes were full of tears.

The old man's hand was heavily smashed again, and the drum shook fiercely. The sky-reaching fighting spirit inspires all creatures.

Countless creatures leaped high and crashed into the sky.

The old man beat the drums to cheer for these creatures.

Multicolored blood, dark blood, golden blood, blood of various colors fell from the sky.

A colorful rain of divine blood began to fall in the sky, and the earth began to collapse as it was impacted by a large amount of divine blood.

A huge crack tore the earth apart and split it into countless small pieces.

A huge black shadow fell from the sky, and it was the white tiger who rushed into the sky first.

At this time, the white tiger was bathed in blood all over his body, and his vitality collapsed. A huge penetrating wound appeared in its heart.

Xiao Chen squinted his eyes, and Bai Hu's heart was actually taken off by something.

Baihu's huge body smashed down on a piece of shattered ground, splashing monstrous dust.

That piece of land separated from the main body, carrying the body of the white tiger, floating into the void.

The old man looked at Baihu's floating body and wept loudly. He beat the big drum in front of him like crazy.

But he didn't seem to be able to change anything. As the white tiger's body fell, it seemed as if a signal was sent out in the sky.

The corpses of more creatures fell from endless heights, smashing heavily on the ground.

An extremely tragic picture appeared in front of Xiao Chen's eyes.

A creature of this level, if one falls, will cause the earth and the earth to shake, and the wind and the cloud will change color. Now such a large number of falling.

Xiao Chen raised his eyes to look at the sky, wanting to see what these creatures were fighting externally.

But the gloomy sky blocked his vision, and there was no picture of battle.

As the corpses above the sky kept falling, the old man hit the drum faster and faster.

The fierce fighting spirit reached its peak, but Xiao Chen felt a sense of despair.

It was a kind of despair from the heart, despair without a trace of light.

"boom!"

A voice suddenly appeared in Xiao Chen's ears. This was Xiao Chen hearing a voice once in this silent picture.

Xiao Chen looked for the sound, and found that the big drum in front of the old man had been beaten with a big hole.

The old man leaned on the drum in despair, looking at the big hole blankly, with despair in his eyes.

The dead bodies of creatures still fell in the sky, and the old man suddenly straightened up and roared frantically at the sky.

The old man's skinny hand thrust into his scalp fiercely.

The old man exhausted all his strength and divided his scalp to the two sides.

Huge pain envelops the old man, but the old man stared at the hole in the drum resolutely.

In the blink of an eye, a complete human skin shed from the old man, who actually peeled off his own skin.

The scarlet muscle texture was abnormally dazzling, and the blood kept dripping.

The old man was shaking his body, holding his own skin, and slapped fiercely on the drum, the big hole was covered.

The skinless old man grinned and smashed his hands crazily, and his fierce fighting spirit was once again inspired, extremely tragic.

The blood stained the drum, and the blood of the gods smashed the ground. Under this terrifying picture, there was bottomless despair.

Xiao Chen frowned and stared at the sky tightly, and the blue flames in his eyes kept pulsing.

But this is not what happened in reality, even Xiao Chen could not see the picture hidden by the dark clouds.