The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Xiao Chen carried the nine-tailed demon fox on his back and traveled all the way, crossing valleys, climbing mountains, and crossing oceans.

They ran for three full months. During this period, they experienced more than a dozen life-and-death situations, but no matter what, Xiao Chen and the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox finally survived.

On this day, the scenery in front of me finally changed.

When an ancient city appears in the field of vision, the existence of the city proves that there are people, and there are variables when there are people.

Xiao Chen took out the Tassel Mingyue from his arms, this little guy has been sleeping recently, and only played for a while when he woke up.

Xiao Chen guessed that because of the appearance of Mo Yan, the little guy might have to awaken something, after all, he is a god of the same era as Pan Gu.

Xiao Chen put Liusu Mingyue into the hands of the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox.

Looking at the sleeping Tassel Mingyue in the palm of his hand, the nine-tailed demon fox's tears kept falling down.

This scene has happened many times in these three months.

Only at the time of life and death would Xiao Chen entrust Liusu Mingyue to his care.

Xiao Chen smiled, this fox has become more and more like a little girl in the past few months without cultivation.

"Wait here for me, if there is no danger, I will come out to pick you up." Xiao Chen smiled and tugged at the little face of the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox.

The Nine-Tailed Demon Fox opened Xiao Chen's hand, wiped away his tears and said, "What if you can't come out?"

"Then live." Xiao Chen became serious, "Live, live like a human being."

The nine-tailed demon fox lowered its head and remained silent, like an angry wife.

When she raised her head again, Xiao Chen's figure had gone away, and the nine-tailed demon fox burst into tears.

...

The gates of the ancient city are wide open, and the mottled walls tell of the ruthlessness of the years. Everything is as cold as an old man returning home.

Xiao Chen did not stop, and walked into the ancient city.

The long street paved with bluestones is filled with light fireworks from the ancient city. Occasional winds pass by, leaving the trance memories in time.

The tile-roofed houses are clear, with earthy gray walls. One piece after another, the neat and orderly tiles are arranged in an orderly manner on the wooden shelf, which is neither monotonous nor boring.

But all this was very cold, because there was nothing but the wind.

Walking on the road paved with bluestones, Xiao Chen was in a daze, as if he had returned to his hometown, the small town in the south of the Yangtze River.

Hometown is a city where anyone can dream when he smells the wind, but Xiao Chen knows that even if he can dream here, it will only be a nightmare.

At this time, a figure appeared on the other side of the long street.

It was a young man, dressed in a white robe, with black hair reaching his waist, with a calm demeanor and a faint smile, walking in the breeze like a fairy.

Xiao Chen walked towards the young man, neither fast nor slow.

Finally, the two met in the middle of the long street, and the wind blew their robes.

The young man looked at Xiao Chen with a smile on his face, and said softly, "You should call me Master."

"Master?" Xiao Chen frowned and said, "You? Who are you?"

The boy smiled and nodded: "I, boss."

The young man exuded an extremely powerful self-confidence as he spoke, and this self-confidence conveyed a message, "Those who follow me will prosper, and those who oppose me will perish."

Xiao Chen's pupils shrank suddenly, this person was so strong, so strong that he was abnormal.

The kind that was so strong that Xiao Chen felt that he had regained his strength, but he didn't dare to say that he could win.

The boy turned around and put his hands behind his back, and walked forward. A faint voice followed the boy's footsteps, resounding between heaven and earth.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, the great way of heaven and earth, if anyone dares to rebel, I will kill him."

Hearing this domineering voice, Xiao Chen finally understood who this young man was.

The owner of the Killing Boxing Manual, the owner of the Warrior Era.

Xiao Chen also understood why this young man wanted to call him Master.

Because what Xiao Chen was practicing was the Slaughtering Fist, and along the way, Xiao Chen barely survived by relying on the Slaughtering Fist.

In this way, this young man can indeed be regarded as Xiao Chen's master from another generation.

It's just that Xiao Chen didn't expect that such a character was still alive.

What Xiao Chen didn't expect even more was that a martial artist was actually so thin, he looked like a little shou.

"What's your name?" Xiao Chen asked after following the young man.

The boy smiled: "Call Master."

"Name, I ask your name." Xiao Chen rolled his eyes.

"jump!"

The young man stopped, turned around and tapped Xiao Chen's forehead lightly: "How do you talk to Master?"

The young man was not moving fast, but Xiao Chen couldn't avoid it.

The boy was not tall, half a head shorter than Xiao Chen, the way he reached out and knocked someone, coupled with his clean and handsome face, made Xiao Chen feel a little cute!

"Call me Dad." Xiao Chen said subconsciously.

"Huh?" The young man didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and tapped Xiao Chen's forehead again.

"Knock again, and I'll interrupt you." Except for Xiao Chen being knocked like this by his own mother, he has never been knocked like this by anyone else.

The young man withdrew his hand and said softly: "Your temper seems to be not very good, apprentice!"

Xiao Chen said dissatisfied: "Who is your apprentice, can you show some face?"

"But you have my inheritance, so you should call me master." The boy said aggrievedly.

"Are you fucking gay?" Xiao Chen couldn't help but speak out.

This guy speaks in a low voice, his movements are gentle and gentle, his whole body is impossibly clean, and there is still a little smell on his body, no matter how he looks at it, he looks like a little shou.

"What?" The young man tilted his head, looking at Xiao Chen suspiciously.

"Don't look at me like this, my heart can't take it." Xiao Chen clutched his chest, looking like he was going to die!

"Okay, then can you call me Master?" the boy asked in a low voice.

Xiao Chen flatly refused: "Don't call, the big deal is that you don't need the book of killing life."

The young man laughed again, Xiao Chen found that this guy actually had two dimples when he laughed.

The young man said: "Except for martial arts, you can't practice anything else in this world. If you don't learn Shasheng Quan, you will be bored to death!"

"Eh..." The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Looking at the embarrassed Xiao Chen, the young man said empathetically, "Okay, maybe I appeared too suddenly, and you haven't gotten used to it yet. Let's wait until you get familiar with it!"

"hehe."

...

"Where are we going?" Xiao Chen couldn't help asking as he followed the young man.

The boy covered his eyes with his hands, looked up at the sun, and said expectantly, "Beast Prison."

"Beast Prison? Why does it sound so intimidating?" Xiao Chen frowned.

"You'll love it there." The boy laughed again.

Looking at the young man's back, Xiao Chen suddenly felt something wrong, and asked directly: "With your strength, you shouldn't be trapped here, why don't you go out?"

Xiao Chen didn't think that this kind of place could trap someone like a boy.

"Why did you go out?" The young man looked at Xiao Chen suspiciously.