The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Xiao Chen's condition was really bad, he lost too much blood, which made his head a little dizzy, and everything around him seemed to be spinning.

Xiao Chen gritted his teeth, and the blood around him surged crazily.

Just when Xiao Chen wanted to continue attacking, a big hand stretched out from the black malice.

He grabbed Xiao Chen's neck.

"If you go on like this, all the blood will flow out of your body. You can't die."

The malice around Pan Gu's evil figure slowly dissipated, revealing those scarlet eyes.

Seeing this scene, both Chu Muxin and Feng Linger felt a little desperate.

Such a terrifying explosion didn't hurt a single hair of Pan Gu's evil figure.

Sure enough, in the face of absolute power, all means are nothing but floating clouds.

"Hoo hoo ~"

Being strangled by the neck, Xiao Chen made a whirring sound from his throat.

Looking at Xiao Chen who was struggling non-stop, Pan Gu's evil face was full of smiles.

"You're too naughty, it's better to break your limbs and let you be quiet."

Pangu Xiexiang spoke softly, and stretched out his other hand to Xiao Chen's arm, trying to wring Xiao Chen's hand off.

At this moment, the corners of Xiao Chen's mouth curled up.

"Ah, I pooh."

A mouthful of old phlegm suddenly shot out from Xiao Chen's mouth, like a bullet, and went straight to Pan Gu's evil face.

Pangu Xiexiang didn't expect that Xiao Chen, who was strangled by the neck, could still use his strength.

That mouthful of old phlegm, like a bullet, sprayed directly on Pan Gu's scarlet eyes.

The world fell into an eerie silence for an instant.

Only the mouthful of old phlegm stuck to Pan Gu's evil eyelids, flowing slowly.

"Yeah, that's fucking disgusting."

Xiao Chen, who was strangled by the neck, twisted his waist, his small body dangling in the air non-stop.

Looking at it like this, being strangled didn't seem to have any effect on Xiao Chen.

Everyone's minds were in a panic.

What is audacity? That's called audacity.

What does it mean to die? This is called dying.

"Hey, old man, don't you know that zombies don't need to breathe? Mentally retarded stuff."

Xiao Chen looked at Pan Gu's evil face with a smirk on his face, and at this moment, he still didn't forget to play tricks.

A surge of anger rushed out of Pangu Xiexiang's body.

The old monster Pangu Evil Phase finally succeeded in being irritated by Xiao Chen.

"Little bastard, I took your skin off."

Pan Gu said in a sinister manner, and suddenly pressed the hand that was pinching Xiao Chen's neck heavily.

"boom!"

Xiao Chen's small figure was directly pushed into the ground.

The dust on the ground, like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, instantly expanded and rippled out.

A series of cracks, like spider webs, spread from under Xiao Chen's body, spreading to an invisible place.

The terrifying sound of bones breaking, resounding incessantly in the smoke and dust, made everyone's scalps tingle when they heard it.

The smoke and dust dissipated, Xiao Chen was clamped to the ground, his face was as pale as white paper.

Almost all the bones in his body were smashed, and the severe pain made Xiao Chen almost faint.

"Click!"

Pan Gu shook off the thick phlegm from his eyelids viciously, his scarlet eyes were filled with monstrous anger.

Although Xiao Chen's bones were almost broken, his mouth could still move!

Looking at the angry Pan Gu, Xiao Chen grinned and laughed: "Old man, such a little thing makes you so angry, isn't it just a mouthful of phlegm, so excited."

Pan Gu was so angry that he almost lost his mind. What does it mean "isn't it just a mouthful of phlegm"?

If someone spits thick phlegm on your face, even the most cowardly person will have the urge to kill him.

"boom."

Pan Gu's evil figure grabbed Xiao Chen's hair and forcibly lifted Xiao Chen from the pit.

Xiao Chen, whose bones were almost shattered, was dangling limply in the air like a dead loach.

"First cut you into a stick and put it in a jar. After the evil flowers bear evil fruits, I will come and play with you slowly."

Looking at Xiao Chen, Pangu Xiexiang's sinister voice sounded, making everyone's hearts beat wildly.

Making it into a canned human stick is probably the most terrifying punishment for a person in this world.

"Ha... ho..."

Xiao Chen rolled his eyes, and the sound of spitting came from his throat again, Pangu was so frightened that he subconsciously covered his eyes.

"Ha ha!"

Xiao Chen laughed, and said with a playful smile: "Old man, you're angry, it's not good to have too many mood swings!"

Xiao Chen said with a smile, and moved his neck with difficulty.

His eyes fixed on the "corpse" of the nine-tailed demon fox.

Hearing Xiao Chen's words, Pangu Xiexiang had a bad feeling in his heart.

At this moment Xiao Chen suddenly yelled at the corpse of the nine-tailed demon fox: "Sao Fox, don't pretend to be dead, I'm about to be turned into a canned human stick."

Pangu's evil-looking scarlet eyes suddenly tightened, and he looked at the "corpse" of the nine-tailed demon fox on the ground.

A strange scene happened.

On the stiff face of the dead nine-tailed demon fox, at some point, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing an extremely weird smile.

The air is also extremely distorted at this moment, and the entire real world seems to have become a little unreal.

"boom!"

The "corpse" of the nine-tailed demon fox also exploded suddenly at this moment, turning into nodding lights and floating into the air.

Pan Gu's evil-looking eyes gradually became dazed, and small whirlpools appeared in the scarlet pupils.

"Slap."

Pan Gu's evil hand that was holding Xiao Chen's hair unconsciously let go of it at this moment.

Xiao Chen's body fell to the ground, howling in pain.

At this moment, a vortex appeared in the air, and a voluptuous figure stepped out of the vortex. It was the "dead" nine-tailed demon fox.

Looking at the nine-tailed demon fox that should have died, everyone was thoughtful.

"Don't be stunned by his grandma, let's slip away quickly while this guy is under the illusion!"

Xiao Chen yelled at the stunned crowd a few times.

Waves of cyan mist floated into Xiao Chen's body, and the broken bones all over Xiao Chen began to heal.

The nine-tailed demon fox also came to Xiao Chen's side, and gently hugged Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen found that her face was ugly and her breath was a little confused.

"I lost a tail, are you okay?" Xiao Chen asked.

The nine-tailed demon fox forced himself to smile, and shook his head: "It's okay, the nine-tails will become eight-tailed, and it will make up for it after a period of practice."

Xiao Chen rolled his eyes, he used to raise foxes.

Although there are only six tails, he still knows a lot about the demon fox clan.

Although there is only one tail difference between Nine-Tails and Eight-Tails, the difference in strength is the difference between clouds and mud.

Xiao Chen has lived for so many years, but he has never seen the birth of a nine-tailed demon fox, not even heard of it.

And this demon fox in front of him was also the first time Xiao Chen had seen Nine Tails.