The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Xiao Chen held the kitchen knife and ran towards the prison dragon.

"Ice ghost, come in."

Xiao Chen's body glowed with a blue light, blocking the prison dragon's body.

"Oh, don't Xiao Long'er be so angry, it hurts you so much."

Xiao Chen said with a smile on his face, but the prison dragon had a pretty face coldly, even if he didn't talk to each other, he didn't stop the blood qi on his body.

Xiao Chen scratched his head angrily and said, "I can deal with these little trash fish, Xiao Longer, you can rest by the side!"

Xiao Chen said, waving the kitchen knife a few times in the air.

"Ghost lotus."

Unlike the first time in the Silent River, the number of ghost lotus summoned this time is much larger.

Lotus flowers the size of palms slowly fell from the sky, exuding a faint cold light.

At this moment, above the sky, there was a sudden cracking sound, like broken glass.

The cracks above the black sky curtain began to open to the left and right, and a part of a bronze gate appeared so far away above the sky curtain, illusory, very close and far away.

The bronze gate is huge, and the cracked sky can only show part of it.

The bronze gate is engraved with complicated patterns, ancient and vicissitudes of life.

Before the bronze gate, there seemed to be an earth-shattering battle, and the patterns were covered with black dry blood stains.

Above the blood stains, black air kept wafting out, like the roar of the dead, cursing the murderer who killed himself.

Looking at the bronze gate that was about to show his true face, Xiao Chen was one head and two big.

If you really want to open the prison of swords, even if you only release one of the things in it, you may make a lot of noise.

The bronze gate became clearer and clearer, and an imaginary road stretched out from before the bronze gate.

A tiny black spot appeared on that illusory road.

It was an old man with a short stature, crouched back, and dressed in a rags and linen, like a disabled peasant old man.

The old man has only one leg, and even one eye is blind.

There is a table beside the old man, and the table has only one leg.

Although there was only one leg, the table stood firmly on the looming road.

There was a folded white robe on the table, and the old man just looked at the white robe.

As if perceiving something, the old man's muddy eyes suddenly brightened, and the old man held up the white robe with both hands.

As if holding the most precious thing in the world, the old man was cautious.

The old man took the robe and left the one-legged table. The old man looked at the world below, and suddenly tears burst into tears.

The old man raised his white robe high above his head and knelt down suddenly.

"The Great."

The old man's lips trembled slightly, and finally one day he was able to call out these two words again.

The old man was trembling with excitement.

Xiao Chen half-squinted his eyes and looked at the sky.

Xiao Chen waved his kitchen knife and pointed directly at the old man kneeling in front of the bronze gate.

"Servant Dao, if you dare to open the door, I will blow your head."

Xiao Chen's voice traveled through time and space and reached the heart of the old man.

The old man froze for a moment, then got up and wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve.

The old man laughed and said: "Don't open, don't open, as long as the emperor is okay, what is the emperor said."

Seeing this scene where the dragon's teeth are tickling, she can summon the prison of swords, but to open the prison of swords, the servant of the sword has to nod and agree.

As the key to the sword prison, although the prison dragon can forcibly open the bronze gate, doing so not only hurts the vitality, but also does not put the emperor in his eyes.

The prison dragon is only a killer, and he is not a fool. Xiao Chen is her master. At this point, she has to open the prison forcibly, which is really an act of mental retardation.

Knowing that there is no hope of opening the door, the prison dragon sent some blood towards the sword prison in a puffy manner, and the bronze door became more and more clear.

Xiao Chen happily stretched out a paw, waved it in front of the towering chest of the prison dragon, and said slyly, "Little Longer, if you don't stop, I can grab your breast!"

The prison dragon's teeth gritted and made a straight sound, really wishing to pounce on Xiao Chen for a few bites.

The blood on the prison dragon dissipated, and the bronze gate above the sky began to become illusory again.

Holding the white robe, the old man knelt on the ground and kept kowtow, seeming to be saying something.

But the sky gradually returned to normal, and the old man's voice did not reach Xiao Chen's ears after all.

The prison dragon looked at the ghost lotus slowly falling, rolled his eyes, and his figure gradually disappeared.

Xiao Chen shrugged, shook his head, sighed, and retracted his hand somewhat regrettably.

The ghost lotus did not fall, just floating above the ghost army's head.

Even so, it made the ghost army feel a sharp sword hanging over his head, and he would disappear at any time.

"Xiaolu, come here for you."

Xiao Chen waved his hand at Leng Xiaolu. At this time, Leng Xiaolu was still paying attention to his chest, sighing and shaking his head.

Hearing Xiao Chen's voice, Leng Xiaolu immediately became happy, and jumped to Xiao Chen's body.

Xiao Chen grabbed Leng Xiaolu's ears: "What a decent way he is jumping all day long like a rabbit."

Leng Xiaolu grinned in pain, lowered his head a little aggrieved.

Xiao Chen pointed to the ghost army who fell to the ground, "Hey, this army will belong to you in the future."

Leng Xiaolu glanced at the ghost army that was out of sight, and he stubbornly said, "I...I can't do it."

Xiao Chen's eyelids jumped when he heard these words. This has brought down more than a dozen countries. Couldn't it be possible to bring this army with him.

"Get out of the lead."

Xiao Chen yelled at the army, did not yell at the leader, but another person came out.

As soon as Xiao Chen's voice fell, there was a ripple in the air not far in front of him.

A general who was riding a white horse, wearing white armor and carrying a spear, walked out of the rippling air.

With the general out, there were teams of cavalry.

These cavalry had a murderous aura, their eyes were extremely cold, and the horses of the undead were surrounded by gods, and at first glance they were several grades higher than those of the ghost emperor's army.

The cavalry walked out in an orderly manner, without making a sound, the cavalry lined up neatly on both sides, until the final number was as many as thousands.

General Baima got off his horse, knelt down on one knee, and said to Leng Xiaolu who was at a loss: "Weichen is late for help, please forgive me."

Leng Xiaolu stammered: "Who...who...who is your king, don't talk nonsense."

Xiao Chen almost didn't laugh out loud when he saw it, and said with a smile: "Yours, they are all yours."

Leng Xiaolu looked at Xiao Chen pitifully. It was obvious that as long as Xiao Chen was there, Leng Xiaolu would always think about relying on Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen shook his head and said, "Get up and talk, there should be other things besides helping the driver."

For Xiao Chenyue's behavior, the general didn't feel any dislike, and even felt justified.

The general got up and drove this strange thought out of his head, and said to Xiao Chen, "The predecessors are like gods. The great age is here, and the **** will start immediately. The king should go home."