The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

"Go down the river and shape your golden body."

Xiao Chen looked at the **** river, like a septic tank, and felt sick in both eyes, don't let it go.

Xiao Chen rolled his eyes and said, "I said that my little baby is white and clean. You want him to go to the septic tank. This is not appropriate."

Listening to Xiao Chen's words, Leng Xiaolu felt very happy, this river looks so dirty, it will only go down with a bag in his head.

Leng Xiaolu hid behind Xiao Chen and spit out his tongue at the general.

The general smiled bitterly: "This river connects Wangchuan. The king must set off from here, step by step into hell, that is, he inherits the seal of the Emperor Fengdu and reshapes the golden body."

There is no way. In the vast world, the remodeling of the golden body generally requires a pardon from the great dynasty, plus a secret method that is not passed on.

Xiao Chen was still surprised before, there was no pardon and no secret method, how to reshape the golden body, now it seems that everything is on the seal of Emperor Fengdu.

Xiao Chen looked at Leng Xiaolu, who blushed and lowered his head.

What Leng Xiaolu never expected was that Xiao Chen grabbed Leng Xiaolu by the collar and threw him into the river.

Leng Xiaolu was so scared that he screamed and danced in the air.

Xiao Chen smiled and said, "Anyway, I have to go down. Hurry up!"

The general looked at Leng Xiaolu's embarrassed look and felt distressed. This is his king!

Leng Xiaolu was thrown into the river, instead of sinking, but floating miraculously above the water.

The clothes on Leng Xiaolu quickly melted away, revealing her white body.

Xiao Chen yelled: "Close your dog eyes to Lao Tzu. My path is still a pure and innocent virgin, so many people, no, so many ghosts are staring at me."

In fact, there is no need for Xiao Chen to speak, the ghost soldiers and generals on both sides of the river have all bowed down, and they dare not look up at the naked Leng Xiaolu in the river.

"Wow, it hurts..."

As soon as the clothes on Leng Xiaolu melted away, he burst into tears.

Xiao Chen looked at Leng Xiaolu, really distressed.

Reshaping the golden body is not just a matter of putting on a layer of film. It is to melt the whole flesh and blood, and then regenerate a new body. This kind of pain is not something ordinary people can bear.

Suddenly a blue jade seal appeared in the general's hand. As soon as the jade seal appeared, it slowly drifted towards Leng Xiaolu.

Yuxi stayed on top of Leng Xiaolu's head, covering Leng Xiaolu with a faint golden light.

Xiao Chen looked at Leng Xiaolu gently and said, "Don't be afraid, I am here."

After talking, Xiao Chen suddenly heard a magnificent voice, and everyone's heart was quiet and clear wherever his body voice passed.

Leng Xiaolu, who had already lost consciousness in pain, suddenly recovered when he heard Xiao Chen's voice.

Leng Xiaolu clenched his teeth tightly, and tears kept falling.

In the quiet river, Leng Xiaolu first fell off the green silk one by one, dissipated in the river, and disappeared with the flow.

Then the flesh and blood of the body melted a little bit.

The severe pain not only comes from flesh and blood, but also comes from the wailing deep in the soul.

The so-called shape pins stand, but so.

In the end, Leng Xiaolu became a real skeleton.

The surface of the water boils and the steam rises.

The cyan jade seal on the cold path above the cliff remained motionless.

At this time, the scary bones in Leng Xiaolu's body began to sway, like water plants, fragile and extremely fragile, as if they could be washed away by the river at any time.

Just at the moment, Yu Xi suddenly burst out with golden light, covering the boneless Leng Xiaolu.

The golden light stabilized the white bone figure, helping him not to be abandoned by the charm of the river, and completely reduced to the lowest class water ghost feminine first-class.

Condense the divinity, reshape the golden body, and the physical body becomes a hypocrite.

I saw the top of the white bones, and the first strands of hair began to grow.

Not ordinary black hair, but golden hair with a touch of charm.

Hair appeared on top of the white bones, becoming more and more luxuriant, and finally gathered a long golden hair that was several feet long, extremely splendid.

Leng Xiaolu began to restore his face.

Raw meat on the bones.

Finally, when Leng Xiaolu opened his eyes, he was more than his previous appearance, and now he is more like a woman.

At this time, the ghost spirit in the river began to churn, and countless ghost spirits gathered in front of Leng Xiaolu.

A black dragon robe slowly formed, enveloping Leng Xiaolu's body.

Xiao Chen stopped the eulogy in his mouth and looked at Leng Xiaolu with a smile.

His long golden hair was several feet long, exuding a little divine light, spreading on the dirty river surface, the sharp contrast made Leng Xiaolu even more sacred.

Even Xiao Chen couldn't help but admire the face of the woman who was so surpassing that she saw it. It was a skinny, but it was a man.

Leng Xiaolu slowly stood up and pulled his long blond hair, obviously he was not quite used to it.

"Greetingly welcome the Emperor Fengdu."

The sharp voice sounded, and the entire river of silence began to roar, and a black road suddenly appeared above the river.

The blue jade seal fell into Leng Xiaolu's hands.

Leng Xiaolu was holding the blue jade seal, feeling a little at a loss, looking at Xiao Chen pitifully.

Xiao Chen slapped his forehead and pointed to the road: "Go forward, don't be afraid, I'm right by your side."

Leng Xiaolu had the courage in this way, it seemed that as long as Xiao Chen was by his side, he would be fearless.

Leng Xiaolu stepped up, and started to walk a little rusty. After all, so many ghosts would always be a little awkward watching.

Gradually, Leng Xiaolu's steps became more and more stable and more and more vigorous, and a power of dominion over the world broke out from Leng Xiaolu's body.

Where Leng Xiaolu passed, no feminine ghost dared to look straight.

Xiao Chen floated in the air, holding his hands, following all the way.

Leng Xiaolu walked for a long time, and when he felt that his neck was about to be torn off by that long hair, finally a door appeared in front of him.

The door was extremely dark, standing upright, and Leng Xiaolu stood in front of the door like an insignificant bug.

Two torches were burning in front of the gate, and the faint flames exuded a cold heart.

There were two beast heads on the door, and huge metal rings were worn on the nostrils of the beast heads.

At this time, a man wearing Tsing Yi, looking like a scholar, holding a white narrow knife in his hand, walked slowly towards Leng Xiaolu.

"Isn't this Tsing Yi Hou? I can see this stuff everywhere." Xiao Chen rolled his eyes and looked at Tsing Yi Hou.

Tsing Yihou held the narrow sword in the hand, respectfully came to the cold road, and offered her hands.

"This knife is the key to the gate of hell, just insert it into the head of the beast."

Xiao Chen was stunned, no wonder he was amazed by the high quality of this knife the first time he got it.

It made Xiao Chen want to bring Wujian with him. It turned out that this knife, like the prison dragon, was a key.

Leng Xiaolu scratched his head and looked at Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen sighed helplessly: "Little ancestor, what do you think I do, open it, don't open it and keep it to kill people?"

Leng Xiaolu stuck out his tongue embarrassedly, picked it up, and inserted it into the beast's head.

"Squeak."

There was a sound of acid teeth opening the door, and the gate of hell, which had been sealed in dust for an unknown period of time, opened slowly at this moment.