The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

The guy in front of him, called the seventh day of the month, certainly couldn't reach the realm of the Great Emperor.

Then she could only have terrifying spatial supernatural powers.

Even if she suddenly lost her sense of hearing and vision, Linghu Luohua was still calm at this time.

And in an instant, some combat methods in the seventh day of the day were analyzed.

"Sky Demon Dance."

Linghu Luohua lifted up gently, the hand holding the embroidered shoe.

The black magic energy all over his body surging up like a big tide, forming a wave of magic energy up to thousands of feet.

Linghu Luohua's body was lifted by the huge wave of demonic energy.

The majestic face is full of solemnity, like the daughter of the nine heavens, sacred and inviolable.

"Go!"

Linghu Luohua smiled lightly, took off the small flower on the embroidered shoes, and threw it forward.

The little flower spun in the void and began to zoom in extremely fast.

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, he raised his head and looked at it.

Suddenly there was a desire to pull it away, but he stopped.

Obscurity is beauty, and in that glimmer of light, she found extraordinary.

That flower, accompanied by the black firelight, revealed an extremely dazzling light.

In addition to the gap, there are some ripples on the side, which highlights the elegance and tenderness.

The huge magical energy rushed into the flowers madly.

The beautiful petals stretched softly like a beauty who just woke up.

However, there are usually fatal dangers hidden under beauty.

On the seventh day of the day, my heart was a little flustered.

Looking at the spinning flower, one by one, strange feelings came to my heart.

Lonely, desolate, temperature, enthusiasm, boiling, and then explosion.

These strange feelings came into being one by one, blooming like a brocade, like dreams and illusions.

The flowers have been fully expanded, and a delicate and imaginary figure appeared among the blooming petals and danced.

The dancing posture is light and agile, the body is as light as a swallow, the body is as soft as a cloud, and the arms are soft as boneless.

Like butterflies flying between flowers, like gurgling water, like the bright moon in the mountains, like the morning sun in the alleys, like the dew on the tip of the lotus leaf, it makes me so drunk that I can’t restrain myself.

Beauty, beauty to the extreme.

"boom!"

In an instant, a ray of light that was even more fierce than the violent flames rose here.

Under the beauty is crazy destruction.

The flowers exploded in an instant, and the surrounding void was blown apart like a mirror.

A series of terrifying void and big cracks appeared around, wailing crazy, like a devil who cannibalize people.

"you……"

The sound of panic on the seventh day of the seventh day was drowned in a terrifying explosion.

Linghu Luohua seemed to have exhausted the last bit of strength.

She sat pale on top of the wave of demonic energy, holding the embroidered shoes tightly.

After the destruction, there is a rare peace.

In Linghu Luohua's heart, the figure appeared again.

Linghu Luohua slowly became a little silly.

The figure on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month did not know when it would reappear in the shattered void.

She was a little embarrassed, the green robe on her body had been blasted torn apart.

The strange mask on his face was also blown off in half, revealing skin like mutton fat and white jade.

But she was still calm, writing.

"Acacia is like the deep sea, and the old world is like the sky."

The seventh day of the seventh day seems to be making a conclusion for Linghu Luohua.

Linghu Luohua had lost her feeling, she couldn't even feel the physical discomfort.

"I will let you leave this world without the slightest pain."

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the voice of compassion sounded softly.

She wrote the last sentence on that little notebook.

"Write a line of lovesickness."

This seems to be a summary of Linghu Luohua's life.

Linghu Luohua was a little sleepy, and his head became dizzy.

She held the embroidered shoes tightly and slowly closed her eyes.

"It turns out that death is such a feeling, light and light."

Linghu Luohua exhausted her last strength and raised her head. She wanted to look into the distance and took one last look.

She hoped him, walking in the void.

She knew it was an extravagant hope, and she was already blind, deaf, and dumb.

Linghu Luohua shed a drop of tears. This is the first time she has shed tears since she can remember.

Tears blurred her eyes, but in this blur, she seemed to see a figure.

A black robe, personable.

"A hallucination?"

"I'm sorry." Looking at Linghu Luohua, closing his eyes, a tear ran across the face of the seventh day.

...

"You have to drive, you have to stand."

A naive and arrogant voice sounded in the void.

"Hurry up for Lao Tzu. The big bang just now was definitely the Demon Dance of your old friend."

The human nature Xiao Chen grabbed the demon Xiao Chen's ears, and twisted it viciously like a motorcycle turning the accelerator.

Demon Xiao Chen's face was expressionless, and his figure jumped quickly in the void.

...

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, he wiped his tears and reached out to hug Linghu Luohua's body.

She wanted to take Linghu Luohua away, to a beautiful place where she was buried.

But the hand extended on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month instantly froze in front of Linghu Luohua.

I don't know when, a figure suddenly appeared beside her.

Cold, fear, instantly occupied the body of the seventh day.

On the seventh day of the seventh year, I felt my body like falling into the mud, unable to move a single inch.

She held the brush in her hand, shaking violently with fear.

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, she raised her head with difficulty, and she saw a pair of eyes.

A pair of cold, uncomfortable eyes.

Like the depths of the sea, swallowing all the whirlpools.

"Damn, I said, it's definitely your good old friend."

The immature and arrogant voice sounded.

"Save people, I'm almost belching, look at Nima!"

"Silence·Tianzheng."

A cold voice sounded.

A terrifying space is formed here in an instant.

The darkness shrouded and covered everything.

Time, space, everything came to a halt, only fear was reveling here.

Coldly climbed into the heart of the seventh day.

The void of fish and dragons mixed, as if she was the only one left.

The icy voice echoed in his ears at that moment.

Time stands still.

Chaos life.

"Do not!!"

"This is not that, powerless self."

On the seventh day of the seventh day, the heart screamed crazy.

Like a tiny ant, hoping for a hint of mercy at the feet of a giant.

But how could a giant pity an ant?

"Go on, hold her, kiss her..."

The human nature of Xiao Chen is stunned by the demon nature of Xiao Chen, to do some weird things.

Demon Xiao Chen knew that this guy had a neurosis again, and he didn't bother to take care of this mental retardation.

Demon Xiao Chen gently raised his hand, Linghu Luohua's body floated to his side.

"Ok?"

Demon Xiao Chen gave a weird hum.

"Oh, what's the matter, is there any amazing discovery?" Human Xiao Chen became curious.

"It's like death but not death, like life but not life."

Demon Xiao Chen frowned, as he had never encountered such a strange state.