The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

In a quiet and chic courtyard in Yanjing.

A young man looked into the distance. The man was wearing a cyan gown with his long hair tied on top of his head, which was held in place by a simple wooden hairpin.

Such dressing may be regarded as neurotic in this society, and such long gowns are no longer controllable by people of this age.

No matter how good a person's temperament looks, wearing such a long gown will make people feel that something is missing.

But this man is very different. The cyan long gown is worn on his body, giving people a very special feeling.

Naturally, it seems that he must wear such clothes, and such clothes are tailor-made for him.

"Tsing Yi." A gentle male voice sounded in the room.

Then an elegant man in a Chinese tunic suit with a pen pinned to his chest pocket appeared at the door.

The man in the tunic suit was holding a laptop in his hands, his expression a little solemn.

The man called Tsing Yi turned his head, looked at the elegant man and did not speak, but with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which made people feel like a spring breeze.

The elegant man came to Tsing Yi in a few steps and turned his computer towards Tsing Yi.

"What do you think?"

There is a magnified picture on the computer screen in the hands of the elegant man, which is exactly the sight of Blood Shura coming over Minghai City.

Tsing Yi looked at the picture for a long time.

"Blood cloud formation, Blood Shura." Tsing Yi spit out such a sentence.

"Are you going?"

Tsing Yi nodded: "You must go."

The elegant man thought for a moment, and asked, "How likely is it to win?"

Tsing Yi looked up at the sky, stretched out his right hand in the air and made an OK gesture.

The elegant man smiled with joy: "Three tricks are enough?"

Tsing Yi shook his head.

Seeing Tsing Yi shook his head, the elegant man's complexion suddenly became heavy: "It's hard to fight with only 30% chance of winning?"

Tsing Yi shook his head again, and the elegant man exhaled, feeling a lot of relaxation.

The elegant man looked at Tsing Yi's OK, and asked with some doubts: "It's not three strokes or 30%. What do you mean by this gesture?"

"Thirty years." Tsing Yi said lightly.

"Do you mean thirty years?" The elegant man couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"What thirty years?" The elegant man was a little puzzled.

"To win the Blood Shura, the cultivation base will go backwards for thirty years."

"What? So serious." The elegant man's voice immediately rose by an octave, his face flushed.

"No, you can't go. In the battle of Zifeng Shenya, my top Chinese expert is almost killed and wounded. If your cultivation level is now regressed for another 30 years, I am afraid that those ghosts and monsters will move."

The elegant man spoke with excitement, and his tone was extremely determined.

Tsing Yi didn't respond, and just said lightly: "Get ready and set off right away."

"You...you...do you listen to me?" the elegant man asked angrily.

Tsing Yi nodded, motioning that he had listened to him.

"Use Liu Yunsuo, faster like that." Tsing Yi finished speaking and walked towards the room.

"What, Liu Yunsuo? You are crazy, Liu Yunsuo consumes so much, are you afraid that you won't die fast enough?" The elegant man roared looking at Tsing Yi's back.

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The rooftop of Huaiyi Hospital, Minghai City.

The tornado began to rise into the sky, and the paper-cut guest looked at the tornado and nodded with a trace of admiration on his face: "Old man Zhao, you are becoming more and more skilled at Yufeng Jue."

Zhao Lecheng didn't talk, but the tower head looked at the behemoth in the sky.

As the distance got closer and closer, everyone felt the blood and murderous blood coming from the body of Blood Asura, and everyone was shocked.

Even so far apart, the pressure like a big wave hitting the shore made them a little difficult to breathe.

Yu Xuzi laughed bitterly: "What is the difference between us and death?"

Zhao Lecheng also had a bitter expression on his face. His miscalculation of the strength of Blood Shura let him know that things might not develop in the direction of his imagination.

The cost of Zhao Le was because he wanted to hold the big guy in the sky for a moment or three. You don't have to work hard, as long as you drag it until Tsing Yi arrives, then the task will be completed.

Now it seems that I am afraid of completing this task a bit idiotic.

Zhao Lecheng looked at the Blood Lady beside him, then turned his head to look at Ye Crow and his apprentice who were not far away, raising his hand and pressing down heavily.

Seeing Zhao Lecheng's movements, the blood lady frowned and asked vigilantly: "Old man, what are you doing?"

As Zhao Lecheng's hand pressed down, the Blood Lady was suddenly swept out by a violent wind, and the Night Crow and the girl not far away had the same experience, being swept out of the rising tornado by the violent wind.

The three of them went down in a hurry, and the blood maiden in the air jumped like thunder: "What are you doing, old man?"

"You are still young." Zhao Lecheng's faint voice sounded in the air.

Looking at the two who fell, the fat butcher raised the kitchen knife in his hand, with a miserable expression on his face.

"Master, I am young too."

Zhao Lecheng cast a glance at the butcher: "How old are you this year?"

The butcher wanted to talk about a thirty-year-old, but he just looked at Zhao Lecheng's indifferent eyes and suddenly changed his mind.

The butcher sighed, "Tomorrow is my 65th birthday."

Zhao Lecheng nodded: "Sixty-five years old, you can die."

The three people who fell on the roof looked at Zhao Lecheng and his group as they were getting farther and farther away, clenching their fists tightly, but they were helpless.

It is impossible to fly in the air without reaching the'wildness realm', but the ability to fly in the diamond realm like Zhao Lecheng is all because of his practice "Yufengjue".

The girl looked at the sky whirling tears.

"Master." She shouted, maybe she knew that this might be the last time she saw Master.

The blood lady looked at the sky, and sighed heavily after a long time: "No one wants to die, just have to die."

Ye Crow tightly held the hilt of the short knife behind his waist, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Above the sky, Xue Xiuluo, who had been standing quietly in the air, suddenly opened his eyes. In his scarlet eyes, blood mists scattered like substantial blood, gathering in the air without dispersing.

Blood Shura looked into the distance, and the strange runes all over his body suddenly lit up.

"This is the breath of the king." Joy radiated from Xue Shuluo, and the huge body fell towards the ground.

The shadows above the head changed the complexion of the people in the tornado. With such a large body on the ground, without any means, just wandering around like this, it is estimated that half of Minghai City will be gone.

Zhao Lecheng looked at Xue Xiuluo's big-footed girl with a cloudy face, and finally Zhao Lecheng sighed: "It's nothing, there is nothing to nostalgia for at such an old age."

A soaring aura erupted from Zhao Lecheng's body, and the tornado that everyone was in began to expand rapidly.