The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

After half an hour.

Bai Zhi looked at the center of Huoyan Mountain with a look of despair, where the sun was still transpiring, and it was very beautiful.

But the person she was thinking of did not come out.

A piece of purple talisman paper was held in her hand for a long time, and the sweat in her hand did not wet this special talisman.

Bai Zhi looked at her watch, her teeth biting her lip tightly, blood dripping but she didn't know it.

The Fulu in Bai Zhi's hand burned violently, and the burning Fulu slowly rose into the air.

The talisman in the air exploded, and a bright circle of fire formed in the air.

A vague figure in the circle of fire gradually became clear.

That figure is Qi Zhiyi.

He sat in the office with a serious face facing Bai Zhi.

Bai Zhi told the situation here, her fists were tightly squeezed inadvertently.

Since Tsing Yihou left the web, Qi Zhiyi took care of most of the big and small things on the web.

The news today made his heart very uncomfortable.

Qi Zhiyi coughed a few times with an ugly face, thought about it, and finally nodded.

The circle of fire in the air has dispersed, and this is her last talisman.

Those who were deceived by Xu Jianjun in recent years, these talismans left by their ancestors have almost been pitted.

But maybe no one will lie to her in the future.

Bai Zhi ran towards the center of Huoyan Mountain without hesitation.

Bai Zhi is just a weak woman, she can't do much.

She just wanted Xu Jianjun to be by his side when he died, so that he would not be so lonely.

Maybe it's good to die together.

At Minghai City Ascetic Academy, Qi Zhiyi hung up the phone and fixed his eyes to the northwest.

He saluted a military salute that was not too standard.

At the same time, at the military airport closest to Province X, a bomber carrier with a nuclear warhead came at a rapid speed towards the Flaming Mountain.

...

In the center of Huoyan Mountain, young warriors with spider webs tightly surrounded the soaring colorful glow.

They were surrounded by corpses, with comrades-in-arms and others.

A total of 32 people came this time, but only ten people survived.

Xu Jianjun's face was pale and terrifying, and his body was full of blood holes.

The high temperature here has unexpectedly helped him a lot. Under the high temperature, his wounds no longer bleed, which allows him to survive for a while.

Surrounded by people staring at him, there are people from all major families in China, as well as outsiders.

No one is doing it now, because everyone wants to be a oriole, no one wants to be a praying mantis.

The atmosphere fell into a delicate balance.

The surrounding temperature is getting higher and higher, and the clothes of the corpse on the ground have begun to burn.

"Scarlet."

A soldier watched the corpse of his comrade-in-arms being swallowed by the tongue of fire, and finally broke down and shouted.

He threw himself on top of the burning corpse and patted constantly, hoping to leave a whole body for his friend.

The tongue of fire ignited his clothes. He didn't seem to notice it at all, but he kept slapping the bodies of his comrades.

"little six."

Xu Jianjun dragged his seriously injured body, trying to pull the soldier, but suddenly fell on the hot ground.

Seeing this picture, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Is this mad dog finally unable to hold on!

"Xu Jianjun."

A woman's voice sounded. For unknown reasons, the crowd let this woman go to Xu Jianjun's side without any hindrance.

Bai Zhi hugged Xu Jianjun tightly, tears raining down.

"sister in law."

The surrounding soldiers shouted unanimously. They knew that maybe there would be no chance in the future to shout so openly.

Tears fell on Xu Jianjun's lips, and Xu Jianjun slowly woke up unexpectedly.

...

A few people in black clothes not far away watched this scene, bowed their heads and murmured a few words.

A man in black walked out and bowed respectfully to Xu Jianjun first.

The strong should be respected wherever they are.

The man in black said in a blunt Chinese language: "The moves you just used are very similar to the lost shadow clone of Ninzong. If you are willing to hand over the shadow clone, we will immediately withdraw."

"Bah, shameless thing, this is passed on by the master, when did it become yours?"

A soldier's face was full of sarcasm.

The soldier continued: "Isn't it just that the situation is not good for you now, do you want to get something to leave?"

These words directly pierced the heart of the man in black.

Originally, they were fully prepared this time, but the people with the spider webs desperately killed them, and even exchanged their lives, causing them to suffer heavy losses.

The team of eighteen people, now there are only seven people left, and now they actually have no strength to compete for the Jiuzhou Ding.

At this time, a blond foreigner dressed in a black priest's clothes drew a cross on his chest.

The priest looked at the small tripod floating in the sky, his eyes hot.

"This is a common treasure of mankind. It is a masterpiece of God. It should not belong to any one person or country. It should be placed in the Holy See for the world to admire."

With a sacred light on Mu Yi's face, people who didn't know thought he was celebrating Mass!

"When a robber is so high-sounding you, there is no one."

A soldier said with a sneer in his hand.

"If it wasn't for my Huaxia to take care of too many places, you just want to run in and stir up the water?"

The pastor was almost choked to death by these words, but had to admit that this was the truth.

Since the revival of the aura of heaven and earth, the treasures that have appeared in China are even far greater than the sum of the rest of the world.

This makes many people jealous, and all those who are capable want to come to China to get a share of the pie.

"Each by his ability."

A San who was holding a cane and a white scarf on his head, floating in the air said coldly.

Everyone was silent, and no one was willing to take the lead.

The person who takes the lead will be the target of everyone's attack.

On a hillside in the distance.

The old man of the Lu family played with Feijian and looked at the situation here.

A young man next to the old man reminded: "Second uncle, the temperature is getting higher and higher, and if it is dragged on, there may be changes."

The old man sneered and looked around: "Don't panic, people with real strength haven't taken any action yet."

At this time, the earth shook violently, and there was magma spouting out of the big cracks on the ground.

The surrounding temperature rose sharply in an instant, and even though everyone had innocent body protection, their hair still began to curl.

With this shaking, a stream of light flew out from the mountain bag in the distance, directly towards the small tripod in the glow.

The elder of the Lu family sneered: "Are you from the Bai family? Finally can't sit still!"

The flying sword in the old man's hand turned into a long rainbow and flew straight towards the man.

Fei Jian passed by in an instant, and the man turned into a corpse without a grunt.

The old man laughed, no worries in his heart, and strode out.

Everyone in the Bai family can kill with one blow, and these people in the field are not yet a group of ants.

The old man walked towards the Xiaguang, and the flying sword swam beside him, exuding a cold sword aura.