The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

In the deathly darkness, filled with endless coldness, there was no sound, and no light could be seen.

A suffocating depression spread, and this depression made the old man who was hiding in the cocoon a little out of breath.

In the darkness, an indescribable creature moved slowly, and countless tentacles dripping with thick liquid stretched out towards the big callus that wrapped the old man and Xiao Chen.

Nothing made a sound, as if this was a silent hell, silent but full of maddening terror.

The big cocoon was wrapped by the tentacles, but soon those tentacles let go of the big cocoon.

The big cocoon is like a solitary boat in the sea, drifting towards the deeper darkness.

The old man in the cocoon, his complexion is as ugly as gold paper at this moment, the injured meridians, coupled with the impact of indescribable fear here, have already made him reach the limit.

In the endless abyss of fear, at some point, it began to rain miserably.

Everything here is black, even the rain.

The black rain hit the floating cocoon, and the pure white cocoon was gradually dyed black.

The old man struggled to support him, he knew that as long as his mind collapsed, the Tianxin cocoon would collapse in an instant.

The big cocoon kept floating in the darkness. I don't know how long it has passed. Maybe it was a moment, maybe a year, or maybe ten years, or there is no concept of time here at all.

Finally, a not-so-bright light appeared, shining on the big cocoon that had been completely blackened.

The old man, who was about to collapse, finally breathed a sigh of relief. In this endless darkness, it is such a happy thing to feel a little light.

But the heartstrings that the old man had just relaxed immediately collapsed, and this moment almost plunged him into a catastrophe.

The old man's spiritual sense, which could only extend no more than ten miles, told him that the glowing thing in front of him was not a light, but a huge eye.

That's right, that glowing thing is indeed just an eye, and the owner of this eye is a mouth.

A huge mouth, no limbs, just a mouth alone.

This mouth is full of huge fangs, which go round and round into the deepest part of the mouth, and it doesn't know where it ends.

This mouth is very big, so big that it seems to divide this dark abyss into two sections, and this mouth lies in the middle, as if it wants to swallow everything that passes through here.

The old man in the cocoon smelled a stench like a rotting animal, but compared with the huge sense of oppression, this stench seemed so insignificant.

The old man turned his head sideways and looked at Xiao Chen on his back, but there was still no movement.

The old man laughed a little self-deprecatingly, "After living for so many years, I actually pin my last hope on a little doll."

The old man was thinking, if he had chosen not the way of medicine but the way of killing, would the result be different today.

But the old man quickly shook his head again, because he was not a doctor, maybe he couldn't get to this point at all.

Everyone has his or her own path, if you choose the right one, you will have a bright road, if you choose the wrong one, you will be lost forever.

The old man smiled. When death was approaching, these messy thoughts were in his mind.

The big cocoon floated towards the big mouth, as if it felt something entering. In the big mouth, the fangs arranged like gears slowly rotated and wriggled.

"Forget it, forget it, I deserve to die after living for so long, I just feel sorry for my new apprentice."

In the thickening darkness, the old man calmly accepted what was about to happen, but he was just a little worried about Leng Xiaolu.

The big mouth closed slowly, everything seemed to be over.

...

In front of Yaotian's hut, Leng Xiaolu held a dagger with tears streaming down his face, confronting a figure shrouded in darkness.

Liusu Mingyue sat on Leng Xiaolu's shoulder, crying in the dark.

Because the black figure told them that Xiao Chen and the old man were already dead.

Leng Xiaolu didn't believe it, but Leng Xiaolu had to accept the withered and empty medicine field.

Surprisingly, the black figure did not attack Leng Xiaolu.

"You have the most noble blood, the purest white lotus in the mud, you should be a king, the most noble king."

The black shadow said something inexplicable.

Leng Xiaolu was so sad that he was about to faint, and he didn't listen to this sentence at all.

"You give back my elder brother Xiao Chen and my master." Leng Xiaolu roared with tears streaming down his face. He, who was always well-behaved, became angry and didn't seem to have much strength.

"You shouldn't be here." Hei Ying ignored Leng Xiaolu's anger and just said to himself.

"No, you should be here, this is our home." Sombra vetoed his own words again.

Seeing that the black shadow didn't respond to him at all, and instead said something he didn't understand, Leng Xiaolu's anger reached the breaking point.

The airflow began to roar, and his long hair danced wildly.

Leng Xiaolu bit his lip, turned into a stream of light, and rushed towards the shadow.

Leng Xiaolu didn't think about life and death, because he didn't know how he would spend the time without Xiao Chen in the future, or it would be best to die here.

Facing the menacing Leng Xiaolu, the black shadow did not dodge or avoid.

"We shouldn't face each other with swords, noble king." The black shadow began to say those inexplicable words again.

Leng Xiaolu's dagger pierced through the black shadow's body, and then the whole person also passed through.

It's as if it's just piercing through a shadow, without any tactile sensation, without any substance.

Leng Xiaolu looked at the dagger in his hand in despair, never had he hated himself for his incompetence like he did now.

"We'll see you again." Heiying looked at Leng Xiaolu who was biting his lip bleeding, and suddenly reached out to grab Liusu Mingyue, "This is a big trouble, and I need to get rid of it first."

"I'll kill you." Leng Xiaolu hugged Liusu Mingyue tightly, roared, and then stabbed the dagger at Hei Ying's outstretched hand.

But the dagger still passed through Hei Ying's hand, and that hand grabbed Liusu Mingyue without hindrance.

Liusu Mingyue was only focused on crying, not noticing the imminent danger at all.

Just when Sombra's hand was about to touch Liusu Mingyue.

An indescribable majestic momentum erupted like a wild dragon dancing wildly.

Flowers and trees, the earth and the sky, everything was easily crushed by this momentum and turned into little pieces.

Under this aura, Soi Ying's hand could no longer move an inch, or in other words, it didn't dare to move an inch.

Black Shadow has experienced countless years and seen countless strong men, but except for the Lord and those kings, it has never felt such aura from others.