The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

In the three hundred years of the Apocalypse, in autumn, things that shook the Central Yuan Continent continued to happen.

Liufeng City suffered millions of casualties overnight, blood flowed into rivers, and life was devastated.

The Kyoka Sect announced its dissolution, and the first son under the sect entered Sensoji Temple to practice.

Xiao Chen, Tianjiao's Chaos Sword Body, killed himself and was buried on a small hill around Shuiyue Mountain.

Lou Wuyue died in front of Shuiyue Mountain, and a generation of legendary female sword fairy came to an end.

Heavenly Strike Sect has embarked on the road of annexation and expansion. Without the stumbling block of Jinghua Sect, Tian Strike Sect is like a broken bamboo over Zhongyuan Continent.

Except for the Dahe Sect, whose righteousness persists forever, and the Confucian sect that is full of peaches and plums, there is still a trace of fire passed down. The rest of the sects are all in name only.

In the 312th year of Apocalypse, that is, two years after the dissolution of Jinghua Sect, the Sky Strike Sect basically had the ability to cover the sky with one hand and became the actual controller of the Zhongyuan Continent.

A year later, Tianzhe Zong launched a clean-up campaign against its former allies, which announced the official arrival of the era of Tianzhe Zong.

...

Lingzhong Mountain, a small hill surrounding Shuiyue Mountain, is no more than a hundred meters high, so named because it resembles a big bell.

On the top of the mountain, there is a small bag of soil. There is nothing but lush trees and grass.

This is Xiao Chen's cemetery, no matter how beautiful and vicious it was during his lifetime, it would not be so big after his death.

Since Xiao Chen was buried, the formerly bare mountain top began to come to life.

The grass grows incredibly to a height of several meters, and some vines have also grown here from the bottom of the mountain.

And these plants will not wither in winter.

These vines and grasses, surrounded by the little earthen bag, formed a strange symbol, which seemed to be a word, but no one knew it.

If anyone on earth sees it at this time, they will spit out and leave.

Because those characters composed of vines and grass are a big "handsome" character.

Such blatantly advertised a handsome character, it is shameless to the extreme.

Of course, if someone digs into the tomb and takes a look, they will find that Xiao Chen's bones are not decayed.

A faint green light wrapped his body, everything was so intact, even the expression on his face was lifelike.

...

At the foot of the mountain, more than a dozen simple thatched houses were erected, and more than a dozen beautiful and unusual women practiced life here.

Shui Shengsheng sat in front of the thatched cottage, his face very haggard.

Looking at the blue sky, she could always see Xiao Chen's face in the sky.

She clearly remembered that the first time she saw Xiao Chen, she was in that big gourd.

With her bare buttocks and her little feet shaking constantly, Xiao Chen giggled at her, and her heart melted at that time.

Shui Shengsheng always thinks, when the child grows up, he will take ten or eight wives to him, give birth to a lot of Xiao Chen, and hug him every day when he is fine.

Shui Shengsheng laughed unconsciously at the sight of a lot of Xiao Chen surrounding him.

Smiling and laughing, tears kept falling.

"Shengsheng, together." Bai Ziyan brought all the former elders of Jinghuazong to Shui Shengsheng.

Bai Ziyan still looks cold, but the white hair on his head has lost its previous luster.

They are all dressed very formal and grandly today, because today is the third anniversary of their son, Xiao Chen.

If Xiao Chen didn't leave, he would be ten years old this year.

The group took Xiao Chen's favorite food during his lifetime and slowly walked to the top of the mountain.

...

I don't know when, the cemetery where Xiao Chen is buried has been arched away by grass roots, and countless small grass roots flutter gently in the opened cemetery.

"call……"

Xiao Chen's small body stood up like a corpse.

If this scene is seen by ordinary people, it is estimated that the urine can be scared.

Xiao Chen's face was ruddy, in good spirits, and he held a palm-sized round jade in his hand.

There is a crack on the jade, it seems that the jade will shatter as long as a little force is applied.

"Oh, damn, why the **** am I hanging up again."

Xiao Chen's mouth came out of an arrogant voice, with a three-pointed unruly, seven-pointed beating.

"Why should I say'again'? It's weird."

Looking down at the cracked jade in his hand, Xiao Chen cursed.

"Did you **** resurrect a strengthening group? The mountain **** jade is almost dried up."

"I'm arrogant to your uncle, you're a **** family, you have to be causal in resurrection. After I was reborn, did he become a big idiot."

"And why did you die! It's the first time I've seen someone who can't be saved by the mountain **** jade."

"Don't you peek at the widow of the king next door to take a bath?

"Bang, bang."

Xiao Chen became more and more angry as he spoke, punching his eye sockets with two punches.

"You stupid idiot, there is **** in your mind, I want to recite the cause and effect." Xiao Chen's eyes became bruised in an instant.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..." Xiao Chen covered his eye sockets, tears of pain almost burst out.

"Waste things, watch your Brother Chen come out and kill the Quartet."

Xiao Chen rubbed his eye sockets, flicked his hair "coquettishly", and kicked the coffin board open.

"what……"

The screams sounded, and Xiao Chen looked at the toes swollen into steamed buns with a blank expression.

"Why am I such a weak chicken?"

Xiao Chen couldn't help asking, and then looked at the lid of the coffin in anger, and couldn't help muttering.

"With such a good coffin, there is a mine at home."

Xiao Chen jumped out of the grave.

Xiao Chen was sitting on the edge of the cliff, rubbing his feet while investigating the condition of his body.

"Uh...um..."

Xiao Chen seemed to be constipated and kept humming, his blushing little face.

Finally, Xiao Chen found sadly that he couldn't squeeze out any spiritual power.

Without spiritual power, he couldn't explore the condition of his body. Xiao Chen rolled his bruised eyelids and slapped the mountain **** jade with two palms.

Xiao Chen said viciously to the mountain **** jade: "Don't pretend to be dead, help me see what's going on."

The mountain **** jade trembled with fear, and then a trace of green fluorescence floated into Xiao Chen's body.

"Ah... the **** thing... Where's Lao Tzu's meridians? Where's the meridian? Your grandmother, how many widows have you peeked in the bath?"

"Wow... I didn't watch the widow take a bath. I have to remember the consequences. I am not convinced by Xiao."

Xiao Chen howled like a pig, sounded from the top of the mountain.

The meridians are gone, such a serious problem should be howling.

But Xiao Chen's focus seemed a little strange, always pulling in the direction of the widow and the bath.

At this time, Shui Shengsheng, who had reached the mountainside, looked up at the top of the mountain.

"Have you heard?" Shui Shengsheng asked in surprise.

The women nodded inconceivably, and everyone heard the howl like a pig.

Although the tone is somewhat different, this voice is definitely Xiao Chen's.

"Dust."

Everyone burst into tears, weeping but laughing, everyone rushed towards the top of the mountain.