The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

On Jinghuazong's side, there were only three people standing in the field.

The whole body was stained with blood, dying white and purple smoke.

Meng Fan, who lost her left arm, was blinded by poisonous poison.

The blood holes in Shui Shengsheng's body supported her from falling down, perhaps it was Xiao Chen.

And Zhang Huitian didn't feel good here. Although the powers of the four annihilation realms were not hurt too much, the elites were miserable.

These elders of the Jinghua Sect, which one is good, is also a sword repairer.

The one-thousand-man team was directly beheaded in half.

The people who were killed were frightened, and these women were more fierce than men like them.

But the absolute disadvantage in terms of quantity made Jinghuazong unable to recover.

Bai Ziyan hit the ground with his sword, trying not to let himself fall.

Seeing Bai Ziyan's indifferent eyes, Zhang Huitian felt a little scared for the first time.

The blood stained Xiao Chen's body red.

Seven-year-old Xiao Chen was already frightened, and the mothers who raised him died one by one.

Xiao Chen seemed to be mad and broke free of Bai Ziyan's embrace, rummaging among the corpses.

"Thirteen Niangs, Jiu Niang..."

Xiao Chen kept shaking the corpse, but no one kissed him again.

I don't know when Xiao Chen's right eye flashed with emerald green fluorescence.

The weird cross in the left eye also appeared again.

This time, the emerald green fluorescence, like a flash flood, instantly submerged the cross.

The feeling of hunger that had just climbed into Xiao Chen's mind was instantly replaced by a refreshing coolness.

Then the emerald green light in Xiao Chen's eyes burst out violently from his eyes.

Green fluorescence swept away overwhelmingly.

A scene that everyone could not believe appeared.

Those who should have died gradually came back to life.

The wounds on their bodies healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Great Merciful One." The Withered Master sat cross-legged, smiling at all this.

Zhang Huitian's eyes suddenly lit up, his greedy light made no secret of it.

The rest of them are also aware of what happened.

Everyone looked at Xiao Chen inconceivably, and gradually the inconceivability turned into greed.

Resurrection from the dead, which represents endless life.

Cultivation, isn’t one cultivating longevity?

Looking at everyone's greedy eyes, and then at the resurrected people, the wise Xiao Chen had already realized what was going to happen.

The worst part was that Xiao Chen could clearly hear a clicking sound in his mind, as if something had cracked.

A strange feeling rose to my heart, and this power of resurrection seemed to have been exhausted.

Looking at their greedy eyes and looking at the worried eyes of his own wives, Xiao Chen gritted his teeth.

Atonement for the millions of souls who died, and to make the mothers no longer work hard for themselves.

Xiao Chen felt that there was only one way to calm things down.

Xiao Chen suddenly picked up his side, and the dagger they had dropped during the battle just now pierced into his heart fiercely.

In order to die more thoroughly, Xiao Chen even turned the dagger twice.

The blood gushes out like a fountain.

This scene stunned everyone, and no one expected this end in the end.

"Dust..."

A group of women rushed towards Xiao Chen as if they were crazy.

But now Xiao Chen is an ordinary person, with a pierced heart, where there is still a way to survive.

Shui Shengsheng tightly covered Xiao Chen's wound, and the blood kept flowing down her fingers.

Xiao Chen's mouth kept bleeding, and there was a constant whirring sound in his throat.

Shui Shengsheng opened his mouth, and his body was trembling constantly, as if he had lost his voice, and he couldn't cry anyway.

"Sky fire pill, sky fire pill." Zhang Huitian rushed up like a demon, took out a fiery red pill, and flicked it into Xiao Chen's mouth.

This method of resurrection from the dead was something he was determined to gain, and he couldn't just lose it like that.

He wants to resurrect a person and resurrect her.

"Dragon Blood Pill, Dragon Blood Pill, and Dragon Blood Pill." Zhang Huitian took out another pill bullet to Xiao Chen's mouth.

A large amount of blood pushed the two pills out of his mouth.

Xiao Chen held Shui Shengsheng's hand tightly, his bright eyes gradually losing luster.

"Yes...whoop...no...start...whoop..."

The sound of blood blocking the trachea made Xiao Chen's voice indistinct.

After saying this, Xiao Chen slowly closed his eyes.

Zhang Huitian stared at Xiao Chen's corpse blankly, his consciousness swept over, and finally determined that Xiao Chen was completely dead.

Zhang Huitian gritted his teeth like a madman: "Who made you die? Who made you die."

The furious Zhang Huitian roared: "Kill them."

Master withered body stopped in front of Zhang Huitian, and the old monk folded his hands together.

"Zhang donor, the deceased is dead."

"Dead? Is it over if you die? Lao Tzu wants her to destroy the mirror flower sect." Zhang Huitian roared like a demented beast.

"This year happens to be the year of my fellow brothers returning to the door for offering sacrifices, Zhang Donor, please think twice before doing it." The Withered Master was not afraid, and stared closely at Zhang Huitian's eyes.

The gentle golden light diffused away, and Zhang Huitian gradually recovered his sanity.

Zhang Huitian looked at Xiao Chen's corpse and smiled miserably.

After regaining his sanity, Zhang Huitian still shook his head and said, "For the sake of my Heavenly Strike Sect, I must cut the grass and root."

At this moment, the sky and the earth changed suddenly, countless dark clouds gathered, and the sky quickly darkened.

A huge black ancient sword descended from the sky, and a handsome young man stood on the hilt with his back hand.

The violent wind blew his robes, and a feeling of independence from the world spontaneously emerged. The violent sword aura formed a dragon of thousands of feet, swimming above the sky.

This is the style of top sword repair.

"In the past, when the third-generation Sect Master Jinghua gave me a sword gourd, I promised her to solve a crisis for Jinghuazong. Today is the time for me to fulfill my promise."

The gentle voice spread all over the world, and the young man pointed it into a sword and gently drew it down.

The earth began to shake, and a terrifying crack appeared between the two waves.

"Those who cross this line, kill."

"Half a step is super powerful." Zhang Huitian's horrified voice sounded.

In the legend, a super strong man who stepped into the gods endlessly.

I've heard before that Jinghuazong sent three sword-raising gourds, but I didn't expect that they were actually given to such a strong man.

Zhang Huitian's expression was uncertain. There was no such strong person on the Zhongyuan Continent. Could it be that he came from another continent.

Zhongyuan Continent is in the middle and lower reaches of the border, and there are not many strong people who can get on the stage.

No matter where this sword repairer came from, today this matter is completely ruined.

"Go." Zhang Huitian led everyone away without looking back.

"My fate with Jinghuazong is over, so I can do it for myself."

The figure of that young man also gradually disappeared into the sky.