The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

"The king is in this world, and the strong of my clan will come to welcome him with blood and fire." After Xue Shura finished speaking, his huge body suddenly shattered, turning into a little red light and dissipating between the world.

The sky above Minghai City restored tranquility. Everyone looked at the sky. Everything came so fast, but disappeared faster. Some people even thought they had hallucinations.

Xiao Chen floated back to his home, where there was already a mess. In the huge crack that Xiao Chen stepped on, with the arrival of Xiao Chen, a trace of death rose from the crack.

The death energy is no longer as strong as before, and it seems that the knife Xiao Chen used this time is not a small cost to him.

When the lifeless spirit returned to Xiao Chen's body, Xiao Chen returned to the look of a handsome young man with clean brows and red lips and white teeth.

Xiao Chen looked at the huge cracks on the ground and couldn't help sinking into thought.

"Gathering evil and swallowing the sky" has almost absorbed all the yin and evil in Minghai City. Now Minghai City is said to be the cleanest city and there is no problem.

But the problem is that there are only righteousness and yang energy left in Minghai City. It sounds beautiful, but this is not a good thing.

Everything in the world has its own trajectory. For a world to function normally, it is about balance.

Just as there is yin and yang, there is day and night, and where there is justice, there is evil, and there is opposition and unity in all things.

But the problem with Minghai City now is that all the yin and evil spirits in this city have been lost by Xiao Chen.

The so-called things are going to be reversed, and the now-righteous Minghai City will surely give birth to a sinister thing beyond everyone's imagination over time.

It may be a ghost king, it may be a great demon, or even a great demon.

Xiao Chen looked at the huge crack on the ground and seemed to be thinking about this issue.

Suddenly Xiao Chen put the white narrow knife in his hand against his shoulder, revealing an extremely wretched smile.

Xiao Chen ran towards his home, muttering words in his mouth, "Haha, it doesn't matter what it produces, it's my shit."

In front of the villa, Mo Xiaoxiao took Wang Duoduo's hand and looked at Xiao Chen, who was holding the knife and ran towards him with a wretched smile on his face.

Mo Xiaoxiao subconsciously protected Wang Duoduo, his expression extremely nervous.

After all, she had witnessed the whole process of Xiao Chen's transformation just now. In case this guy wanted to kill someone, Mo Xiaoxiao knew that he could only stretch his neck and be slaughtered.

"Brother Xiao Chen, have you defeated the big monster?" Wang Duoduo stared at Xiao Chen with his eyes filled.

Xiao Chen glanced slantingly, and tugged at Wang Duoduo's fat face: "Little idiot, take your mother home to play."

After talking, Xiao Chen ran into the house in a hurry.

Mo Xiaoxiao was full of question marks, the matter was over like this, and what the **** was the kid taking his mother back to play?

Xiao Chen came to the room and put the narrow knife in his hand on the coffee table.

As soon as it left Xiao Chen's right hand, the narrow knife began to hum, and the blade began to tremble and began to rotate, as if it wanted to leave.

Xiao Chen held down the narrow knife and wiped his chin with a wretched smile.

"Good knife, confiscated."

The narrow knife held by Xiao Chen let out a mournful scream, but Xiao Chen smiled narrowly: "Oh, don't resist it, young man. From now on, follow this emperor and kill the fiercest person and play with the most beautiful knife spirit. Isn't it beautiful?"

A trace of lifeless air followed Xiao Chen's fingers into the narrow knife, and as the dead air penetrated, the narrow knife gradually returned to calm.

On Phoenix Mountain, the elegant man looked at the scabbard above Tsing Yihou's leg, and asked nervously, "How is Tsing Yi?"

Tsing Yi picked up the scabbard on his leg, weighed it in his hand, and said lightly: "The connection with me has been cut off."

The elegant man was shocked, and there was only one way to cut off the connection between a magic soldier and his master, and that was to directly touch the spiritual imprint in the magic soldier.

This means that the strength of the person who touches the spiritual imprint must be higher than the master of the magic weapon.

"Is that the person who was fighting against Blood Shura just now?" the elegant man asked.

Tsing Yihou nodded and stood up from the ground with the scabbard pestle.

Looking at the scabbard in his hand, Tsing Yi Hou popped out two words for a long time.

"No loss."

The elegant man almost didn't spit out his old blood: "Wu Jian is your master's treasure, and the relationship is important. You have this attitude."

Tsing Yihou did not respond, and threw the scabbard in his hand up to the sky, and the scabbard instantly disappeared into the sky.

"What are you doing?" the elegant man was surprised.

"The beauty of an adult, a knife without a scabbard is ugly." Tsing Yi strode down the mountain after speaking.

"puff."

The elegant man finally did not hold back, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out.

"Where is Tsing Yi going now?"

"Back to Yanjing."

"What? Does that mysterious master leave it like this?"

Tsing Yihou stretched out the index finger of his right hand and compared it in front of the elegant man.

"You mean you can only win with 10% certainty?"

Tsing Yihou shook his head.

"Is he able to kill you with one move?"

Tsing Yihou shook his head again.

"Then what does this mean."

Tsing Yihou retracted his finger, looked at the elegant man as if he was mentally retarded, and said, "If I want to beat him, my cultivation level will go backwards a hundred years."

The elegant man froze for a moment, and roared: "Who can guess that your finger means a hundred years! Besides, how old are you this year, ninety-something, a hundred years back, do you want to return to your mother's womb? If you can’t beat it, just say, where are so many flowers intestines."

The elegant man followed Tsing Yi, hesitating for a long time and said, "By the way, there was a knife left there in the past two days. Would you like to check it out? It just happens that your knife is gone now."

Tsing Yi thought for a while: "That knife happened to fall on Fengshenya, is it destined?"

...

Xiao Chen was basking in the sun on the reclining chair at the door. Xiao Chen didn't think he had seen the mess around him.

At this time, a white light flashed across the sky and flew straight to Xiao Chen's side.

"Bang." Smoke was everywhere.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, a white scabbard was firmly inserted on the ground.

Xiao Chen pulled up the scabbard on the ground and nodded in satisfaction: "Oh, good man, you will live to death."

On the rooftop of Huaiyi Hospital, Master Xiao was sitting on the ground with a pale face.

In front of him was Zhao Lecheng with a calm face and closed his eyes. Zhao Lecheng had a lot of silver needles stuck in his body.

The Blood Lady, Ye Crow, and the young girl who had been knocked by Xiao Chen silently surrounded Zhao Lecheng's body.

"Old and incompetent." Master Xiao bowed sadly to the three.

Ye Ya shook his head: "Old man, you have done your best."

The girl knelt beside the old man, biting her lip tightly without making a sound.

But everyone can feel the sadness in her, perhaps this is the so-called "great sadness and speechlessness".

...

In the hospital building, a person suddenly bounced from his hospital bed.

If Luo Silou can definitely recognize this person here, he is Brother Sang.

At this time, Brother Sang's face was pale and terrible, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, which made his scalp numb.