The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Yue Ruyu's delicate body fell straight to the ground, and Yuehu was not chasing her. A red glow wrapped Yue Ruyu and set her on the ground.

Kuntian looked at this scene with a look of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

He still couldn't figure out why the Venerable had long understood Yue Ruyu's infidelity, why he didn't kill her, but protected this woman everywhere.

Killing this woman by the means of the venerable is no different from trampling an ant to death.

Yuehu came to Kuntian and looked into the distance and said, "Quickly solve it."

Kuntian nodded and swept towards the place where Xiao Chen was with Yuehu.

...

Xiao Chen walked leisurely on the wilderness with his hands behind his back.

Facing the charged army of millions, that laid-back appearance, but like an old lady going out to buy groceries.

Under the charge of the army, the earth kept shaking, and above the silent wilderness, there was an instant noisy and noisy.

Xiao Chen frowned slightly, he liked being quiet.

Xiao Chen raised his right hand and stood in front of him. He raised his head to look at the huge crack in the sky, and said softly.

"Sword Tomb·Tianzheng."

When the words fell, Xiao Chen's figure turned into black smoke and dissipated between the heaven and the earth.

At the same time, Xiao Chen's figure appeared in the charging army.

More than one, many Xiao Chen appeared in the army at the same time, each figure was in that posture, holding his hand in front of him.

Xiao Chen's figure was incomparably illusory, and if looming, the army rushed through Xiao Chen's illusory figure without any hindrance.

At this time the black short knife finally fell, and the earth began to vibrate violently.

With the black knife as the center, the entire land was cut apart, and a terrifying crack appeared, blocking the army's charge.

At the same time, in the big crack in the sky, a knife of different shapes fell from the crack.

Without exception, these knives are incomplete, and none of them is complete.

Some of these knives are as big as a mountain, but some are the size of a palm.

These knives fell straight behind Xiao Chen's illusory figure.

At this moment, the big crack in the sky suddenly lit up, and a strange scene appeared in the big crack.

In the big crack, there is a barren land, and countless broken knives are stuck in the barren land.

The terrifying sword aura tore the air apart, and black void cracks appeared.

There seems to be the cemetery of the knife.

Those broken knives trembled constantly, as if they wanted to rise from the ground, heed Xiao Chen's call, and came to this world.

However, the number of broken knives selected was limited after all, and countless broken knives were still in the mound of knives.

"Under the sword mound, joy will last forever."

The real Xiao Chen stood with his hand on the void, looking at the millions of creatures above the earth, there was a rare zeal in his eyes.

The broken knife finally fell, and the entire wilderness, even this continent, might be shaking.

...

Blood flowed into a river.

The real blood flows into a river.

Red and yellow blood, mixed into small streams above the wilderness, happily flowing.

Xiao Chen walked quietly on the dilapidated ground, and the army of millions was gone at this moment.

There were just endless corpses. Xiao Chen took a deep breath, as if he wanted to **** this countless resentment into his body.

The two figures stared at all this blankly, the light shield covering the body had long been broken, and the body was even broken a lot.

The broken bodies began to repair extremely quickly, but they couldn't repair their broken hearts.

What a mighty force this is, millions of creatures disappeared in an instant.

Seeing Xiao Chen walking in slowly, they couldn't help but tremble, and they didn't even dare to even think of running away.

Xiao Chen looked at the two of them, but didn't see any movement, their heads rose into the sky, and blood shot into the sky like a fountain.

Xiao Chen reached out his hands to catch the two heads and stood quietly on the wilderness.

The big crack in the sky has disappeared, and the red moonlight is scattered all over the earth.

...

Eleven slept very well.

The black flame made her feel safe and warm like never before.

She had a dream of living in a warm world with her brother.

There are many tall buildings, iron boxes that can run, and iron birds that can fly.

There are flowers and grasses there, and there are endless delicious foods there.

Eleven laughed happily.

"Eleven, go back with me."

A dim voice rang in Eleven's ear, the voice of an old grandfather.

Eleven opened his eyes in a daze, and a white-haired, white-bearded grandfather stood in front of him.

With a kind smile, the old man looked at Eleven dotingly.

"Grandpa, who are you?" Eleven rubbed his eyes and asked curiously.

"I'm your relative, Xiao Eleven, let's go home." The old man said with a smile.

Eleven touched her head in doubt, she never knew she had relatives, and she didn't even know who her parents were.

Eleven shook his head: "I don't have a home."

The old man smiled and stretched out his hand to Eleven, as if he wanted to pull her.

"Little Eleven, you have a home, that place is called Yanbo Haomiao."

"Smoke is vast?" Eleven shook his head, avoiding the old man's hand.

The old man's eyelids jumped a few times, but after all, there was no attack.

At this moment, the black flame around Eleven suddenly twisted, and a crow flew out of the black flame.

The crow looked at the old man with muddy eyes, sarcastically full of sarcasm.

Looking at the crow, the old man's heart suddenly contracted twice.

The white light on the old man flashed, but it was too late.

The crow's muddy eyes suddenly brightened, and a strange pattern appeared in his eyes.

The pattern turned slightly, and the old man's screams suddenly came.

I don't know when the black flame has surged into his body, and his seemingly powerful white light is directly melted.

In the blink of an eye, the old man was burnt away, and even a bit of bone scum was left.

Eleven looked there curiously, and the little head didn't understand why this grandfather suddenly disappeared.

Eleven looked at the crow and asked curiously: "Little bird, where is that grandpa?"

Hearing the name Eleven, the crow looked at the little guy with dissatisfaction.

"died."

A nice girl's voice came from the crow's mouth, making Eleven tremble with fright.

"Little bird, you... can you talk?" Eleven stammered and asked. She was just asking for fun, but she didn't expect the crow to talk.

"Your whole family are all birds, my mother is called Meili, Xiao Meili, and then I call my mother to bake you."

The crow said viciously, flapping its wings and flying away.

"Ugly girl, keep up, the emperor is waiting for us."

"Oh, oh." Eleven picked up the dog's tooth grass, trotting to keep up with the crow.

"Beautiful sister, wait for me!" Eleven shouted out of breath.

The crow turned back dissatisfied and slowed down.

She really didn't understand why the emperor would like such an ugly girl.