The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

But no matter what is on the opposite side, the old man's situation has reached a dead end.

The old man took a pill and forced his damaged meridian to work. There was only one antidote, which was already fed to Xiao Chen.

After the old man swallowed the pill, he carried Xiao Chen on his back.

"I've lived for millions of years, and I don't know what to do with it. In the end, I can't do anything." The old man smiled bitterly.

"Want to fight trapped beasts?" A sharp ridicule sounded, which was unusually piercing.

"From ancient times to the present, in the two major wars, you were able to win only by your fate. Now that your fate is exhausted, all you can do is to lead your neck to be slaughtered."

The sound of ridicule came one after another, and the old man who was shocked had a splitting headache.

The old man shook his head to wake himself up, looked at the looming evil god statue in the darkness, and said slowly: "I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know, but your breath makes me hate you, from the bottom of my heart. "

"So what?" The sharp voice laughed.

"Not much." The old man sneered, and the golden light shot up all over his body.

"Your methods are completely useless to me, not to mention you are such a useless emperor." The sharp sarcasm punished the heart.

The old man laughed, and said disdainfully: "The old man has spent his life serving the world, saving countless lives, and it's your turn to comment?"

"Evil?" The sharp voice laughed: "In our eyes, you are also out-and-out demons."

"It's useless to talk too much. If you have different ways, don't conspire with each other." The old man roared as he spoke.

The colorful rays of light exploded and began to impact the huge dark space.

The road chain roared non-stop, and a circular shield visible to the naked eye was instantly formed to protect the two of them.

An ethereal figure appeared from above the cover.

Holding a medical book in his hand, this figure has burning eyes and a kind expression, with the attitude of a compassionate saint.

The figure began to slowly flip through the medical book in his hand, and mysterious and complicated characters floated out of the medical skills.

These characters have no killing power, but are full of untimely compassion and gratitude.

These characters surrounded the old man, and then turned into white silk threads, winding upwards.

"It's interesting. This is your unique way as the emperor, but it doesn't seem to be useful." The sharp voice was full of teasing.

The old man didn't make a sound, because the meridians were damaged, and now they are forced to run again, which made him miserable.

Soon, golden blood spewed out from the old man's seven orifices.

"Aren't you considering self-destruction? The self-destruction of a great emperor may break this dark sky." A teasing tone sounded.

The old man who was bleeding from his seven orifices laughed at this moment, "I am very afraid of death, old man, so I won't blow myself up."

At this moment, the white silk threads transformed by those characters had already entangled the old man and Xiao Chen on his back into a cocoon.

"Let me try your way."

The dark space vibrated, and a pair of big black hands stretched out from the darkness, pinching the cocoon that wrapped around the two of them.

"Small tricks, broken." A sharp voice sounded slowly.

With a sudden grip of the big black hand, black light exploded, and the space rioted.

However, unexpectedly, the seemingly vulnerable cocoon was preserved intact under this force.

"Hehe! You don't seem to be as strong as you imagined." The old man's proud voice sounded.

"Presumptuous." The sharp voice roared angrily.

It was unacceptable that Xiao Chen, a little guy who was only in the realm of a false emperor, smashed his dark sky into pieces, and now he was ridiculed by a good-for-nothing emperor.

"Whether you want to be presumptuous or not, let's wait until you break the cocoon!" The old man laughed and teased.

"Kill you, so that you will never turn over." A furious voice sounded, and then a huge statue of the evil god appeared.

This thing has three heads and six arms, each head has an indescribable smile, and it is extremely uncomfortable to look at it.

On those arms, there are some weapons that cannot be named, and all kinds of strange orders flicker on and off on those weapons.

The evil god statue frantically attacked the white cocoon.

But no matter how hard the statue tried, the big white cocoon just remained motionless.

After exhausting all means, the idol finally stopped.

"No..." The sharp voice sounded, no longer angry, and seemed to have returned to calm.

"This is not supernatural power." The sharp voice seemed to grasp the point.

"Damn it, old fox, you can see it all." The old man hiding in the cocoon cursed secretly.

As the sharp voice said, this big cocoon does not belong to the supernatural power of a monk, or it is a very different kind of supernatural power.

This cocoon is formed by the emotions of those who were saved by the old man.

The old man has saved countless people in his life, and these emotions are included in his own way, forming a very special power, which is similar to the power of faith, but much stronger than the power of faith.

Things like emotion cannot be captured specifically, which is why the statue of the evil god couldn't break the cocoon.

If you don't know the reason for the formation of this big cocoon, I'm afraid no one will be able to break it, even if the most powerful divine Xiao Chen comes, it probably won't be able to do anything about it. It shouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it is the strongest defense.

"Interesting." The sharp voice laughed and stopped attacking Cocoon.

"Dark Abyss, open." With the sharp voice falling, the dark space began to vibrate.

A huge crack slowly appeared.

The ear-piercing screams and wails sounded from the cracks, like evil spirits tortured in hell, making people shudder.

Moreover, it seems that various creatures with tentacles can be vaguely seen rolling under the black crack!

"Go and see, the most terrifying and desperate place!"

Then, the evil god statue firmly pressed the cocoon into the black crack.

...

The darkness is thick, like dark and cold blood flowing from a rotting corpse, winding and covering everything.

The white cocoon hovered alone in this darkness, thick enough to be like substantial darkness, like the dripping saliva from the corner of the monster's mouth.

All kinds of grotesque creatures covered with tentacles were blurred by the darkness. From a distance, they looked like bloody faces.

The patter of blood was in the dark, everything was damp, and the air was filled with a suffocating smell.

The terrifying aura that was so cold that it was about to freeze the blood was transmitted to the old man's heart through the cocoon.

This actually gave him goosebumps all over his body.

The old man knew that he was going to suffer. Although his Tianxin cocoon had almost no defense, there was no absolute defense in this world.

Everything is mutual generation and mutual restraint. This big cocoon is produced by good emotions, and the way to break it is to use the high impact of those negative emotions.