The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

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

The sky above Minghai City returned to tranquility, everyone looked at the sky, everything came so quickly, but disappeared even faster, some people even thought they were hallucinating.

Xiao Chen floated back to his home, the place was already a mess, in the huge crack that was stepped out by Xiao Chen, with Xiao Chen's arrival, traces of death aura rose from the crack.

The death energy was not as strong as before, it seemed that the knife that Xiao Chen used this time was quite exhausting for him.

When the death energy returned to Xiao Chen's body, Xiao Chen regained his appearance as a handsome young man with red lips and white teeth.

Xiao Chen looked at those huge cracks on the ground and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

"Gathering evil and swallowing the sky" almost absorbed all the yin and evil energy in the entire Minghai City. It is not a problem that Minghai City is said to be the cleanest city.

But the problem is that there is 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. If a world wants to run normally, it needs a balance.

Just like where there is yin, there is yang, where there is day, there is night, where there is justice, there is evil, and all things have opposites and unity.

But the problem in Minghai City now is that Xiao Chen has wiped out all the yin and evil in this city.

The so-called extremes must be reversed, and the current Minghai City, which is full of righteousness, will definitely give birth to a sinister thing beyond everyone's imagination with the passage of time.

It could be a ghost king, or a big demon, or even a big demon.

Xiao Chen looked at the huge crack on the ground, as if he was thinking about this problem.

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

Xiao Chen ran towards his house, muttering, "Haha, whatever it produces, it's none of my business."

In front of the villa, Mo Xiaoxiao took Wang Duoduo's hand, and watched Xiao Chen, who was holding a knife and had a wretched smile, running towards him.

Mo Xiaoxiao subconsciously protected Wang Duoduo, with an extremely nervous expression.

After all, she just witnessed the whole process of Xiao Chen's transformation, and if this guy wanted to kill someone to silence him, Mo Xiaoxiao knew that she would have to stretch her neck to be slaughtered.

"Brother Xiao Chen, have you defeated the big monster?" Wang Duoduo looked at Xiao Chen with eyes full of little stars.

Xiao Chen cast a slanted glance, and tugged at Wang Duoduo's chubby face: "Little idiot, take your mother home to play."

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

Mo Xiaoxiao's head was full of question marks, the matter ended like this, and what the hell is it that the child took his mother back to play?

Xiao Chen came to the house 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 buzz, and the blade began to vibrate and spin, as if it wanted to leave.

Xiao Chen held down the narrow knife, wiped his chin and smiled wretchedly.

"Good knife, confiscated."

The narrow knife held down by Xiao Chen let out a mournful cry, but Xiao Chen said with a narrow smile: "Oh, young man, don't resist. From now on, you will follow my emperor, kill the fiercest people, and play with the most beautiful sword spirit. Wouldn't it be beautiful."

A trace of death energy penetrated into the narrow knife along Xiao Chen's fingers, and with the penetration of death energy, the narrow knife gradually regained its calm.

On Phoenix Mountain, the refined man looked at the empty scabbard on Tsing Yi'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 between Wu Jian and me has been severed."

The refined man was shocked. There was only one way to cut off the connection between a divine weapon and its master, and that was to directly touch the spiritual imprint on the divine weapon.

This means that the person who touches the spiritual brand must be stronger than the master of the magic weapon.

"Is that the one who fought against Blood Shura just now?" the elegant man asked.

Tsing Yi Hou nodded, and stood up from the ground with the scabbard.

Looking at the scabbard in his hand, Tsing Yi waited for a long time and said two words.

"Not bad."

The elegant man almost spit out a mouthful of old blood: "Wu Jian is the treasure of your teacher, and the relationship is very important. You just have such an attitude."

But Qing Yihou didn't respond, and threw the scabbard in his hand into the sky, and the scabbard disappeared into the sky in an instant.

"What are you doing?" the elegant man asked in surprise.

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

"puff."

The refined man finally couldn't hold back, and spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"Where is Tsing Yi going now?"

"Go back to Yanjing."

"What? Did that mysterious master just leave it alone?"

Qing Yihou stretched out his right index finger, making a comparison in front of the elegant man.

"You mean you're only 10% sure you can win?"

Tsing Yi Hou shook his head.

"So he can kill you with one move?"

Qing Yihou shook his head again.

"Then what does that mean?"

Tsing Yi Hou withdrew his fingers, looked at the elegant man as if he was mentally retarded, and said, "If I want to defeat him, my cultivation will have to go back a hundred years."

The elegant man was stunned for a moment, and shouted: "Who would have guessed that your finger means a hundred years! Besides, how old are you this year? You should be in your nineties, and you can go back a hundred years. Do you want to go back to your mother's womb? ? If you can’t beat it, just say it clearly, how can there be so many tricks.”

The elegant man followed behind Tsing Yi, hesitated for a long time and said: "By the way, there was a knife left there two days ago. Do you want to go and have a look? It just so 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. For the mess around him, Xiao Chen acted as if he didn't see it.

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

"Bang." Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, a white scabbard was stably inserted on the ground.

Xiao Chen pulled up the scabbard from the ground and nodded in satisfaction, "Yoha, good man, you will live until you die."

On the rooftop of Huaiyi Hospital, Master Xiao sat on the ground with a pale complexion.

In front of him is Zhao Lecheng who closed his eyes with a calm face. Zhao Lecheng has a lot of silver needles stuck in his body.

Blood Lady, Ye Ya, and the girl who was knocked by Xiao Chen silently surrounded Zhao Lecheng's body.

"Immature and incompetent." Master Xiao bowed to the three of them in grief.

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

The girl knelt beside the old man, bit her lips tightly and did not make a sound.

But everyone can feel the sadness in her, perhaps this is the so-called "great sorrow without words".

...

In a hospital building, a man pops up from a hospital bed.

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

At this time, Brother Sang's face was terribly pale, and there was a weird smile on the corner of his mouth, which made people's scalp tingle.

My dog ​​Verus is still strong! Ha ha.