The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

The howling screams like **** evil spirits kept echoing here.

There seemed to be a fire burning the small houses, making the detained souls miserable.

Xiao Chen put down all his defenses and felt the ancient and weird singing.

Under the impact of this singing, Xiao Chen, who didn't have the slightest defense, felt that there was an evil mind, and he went straight into his head.

This thought seemed to erode Xiao Chen's consciousness, it wanted to control Xiao Chen's body.

Xiao Chen sneered, letting this thought enter his body.

This thought kept hitting Xiao Chen's unsuspecting consciousness sea, fierce and arrogant.

Suddenly, the blue flame in Xiao Chen's eyes violently jumped, and the sky-high blue flame burned in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The evil thoughts were burned and annihilated by the blue flame before they even had time to react.

"Dog is so courageous."

Xiao Chen sneered, and his divine consciousness suddenly unfolded, covering the vast surrounding area.

At this time Xiao Chen suddenly found that the saint's state was a little bad.

The saint's face was numb, her eyes were extremely hollow, and she walked forward like a zombie.

Xiao Chen patted his forehead, how could he forget this girl.

The bracelet on the saint's wrist was already very weak, and it couldn't resist the weird singing.

The saint's cultivation level is very low and can't support the operation of the bracelet for a long time. Coupled with the double impact of screaming and singing, this situation is not surprising.

The blue flame in Xiao Chen's eyes jumped again, and the blue flame floated out of Xiao Chen's eyes, like a smart ribbon, slowly drifting towards the saint.

The blue flame penetrated into the body of the saint and came to her sea of ​​consciousness.

It is already dark and dark here.

The blue flame found the last remaining consciousness of the saint and protected her tightly.

Xiao Chen didn't rush to burn the evil consciousness that had invaded the sea of ​​knowledge, but wrapped up the remaining consciousness of the saint, and quietly lurked.

Xiao Chen followed the saint like a walking corpse and walked forward. Xiao Chen wanted to see if he would come up with a moth.

...

The location of the heart of the huge skeleton.

Two figures, one tall and one short, were dancing wildly in a clearing.

There weren't those weird little houses and altars around, but there was a huge formation at their feet.

The array was shining with an uncomfortable dark red, and the array was full of weird and mysterious runes.

Around the formation, there are nine small formations, and the nine small formations, like the stars arching over the moon, surround the big formation in the middle.

This scene is very similar to those small houses surrounding the altar.

In the very center of these small arrays, there is a mask.

The mask as a whole presents a deathly gray color, but above the facial features of the mask, there is a bright red, unusually dazzling, as if painted with blood.

The expressions of these masks are all distorted to the extreme, like abstract paintings that are very popular in modern times.

Moreover, the eyes of these masks are all occupied by that little scarlet, no matter which direction you look at the mask, you seem to be able to feel that the eyes of the mask are staring at you tightly.

In the big formation in the middle, there are two figures, one tall and one short, with two masks, one crying and one smiling.

He was dressed in colorful clothes, and the clothes were hung with small bells.

The crisp sound of bells is endless in the empty and dark space.

The two of them were beating with their bare feet, like being possessed by a ghost, their bodies twisted to an incredible arc.

A burst of chanting sounded from the mouths under the masks of the two, spreading far away.

Every place here exudes weirdness.

Suddenly the movements of the two stopped, maintaining a twisted posture.

The two turned their heads, seeming to glance at each other.

The tall man wearing a mourning mask said, "There is a sound of soul eater, which is annihilated."

The short man wearing the mask of laughter shook his head gently: "The high priest said that if something goes wrong, stop immediately."

The tall man thought for a moment, and said firmly: "Can't stop. If you stop now, then you have to wait for the next millennium. Now the situation is treacherous, and all forces are about to move. The hegemony of the big brother needs the help of the big brother Fei Lian."

The short man nodded, agreeing with the tall man's words, "I have experienced life and death, this time even if something goes wrong, it doesn't hurt to lose my life."

The strange beating continued, and the chanting sound rang again.

...

At the tail of the huge skeleton, a group of masked men in black are slowly advancing.

A man in black was talking with people around him, whispering, not speaking Chinese.

"My lord has given special explanation this time that we must find the Wind God Orb. This is related to the hegemony of the lord. We must do our best. Even if we leave our lives here, we must complete the task."

Hearing the words sir, all the black-clothed people's eyes flashed with fanaticism, it seems that these two words have infinite magical power.

Suddenly, chants came from a distance and poured into everyone's ears.

Except for the man in black at the head, all the others looked blank, their eyes were hollow, and they walked into the bones like walking corpses.

The headed man in black had dark eyes, looking into the distance, he actually spoke fluent Chinese.

"It seems that the legend is true, and Fei Lian may be resurrected."

"Haha!" The man in black suddenly laughed, "The legendary ancient demon god, don't you know how it compares with me, a pre-Qin Qi refiner?"

The figure of the man in black gradually disappeared in place.

...

In the middle of the skeleton, a group of handsome men and women walked inside the skeleton.

A young man with silver wings on his back wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said: "Fortunately, Brother Sun has a treasure like Dingfengzhu, otherwise we are afraid that we will be here today."

A gentle young man smiled and nodded. Even though he had just experienced life and death, he still looked calm and relaxed.

The gentle boy said: "Don't let your guard down. The elders in the family who have been here specially reminded that Feng Bo Feilian might be resurrected."

Except for the blank face of the young man with silver wings, the others nodded solemnly.

He doesn't seem to have any idea about Feng Bo Feilian.

The gentle boy explained to him the legend of Fei Lian.

The bluffing silver-winged boy was stunned for a moment: "In this way, the world that used to be here was also very prosperous for a while!"

Everyone nodded with a smile. The young people who were born and raised in that unknown place were not as arrogant as other races and looked down upon the human race who were outsiders.

This silver-winged boy was not only modest and polite, but even a little dull. This was also the reason why everyone was willing to take this boy with him.

At this moment weird singing sounds sounded, and everyone's complexion changed drastically.