The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Xiao Chen trumpeted his hands and placed it beside his mouth, and then a earth-shaking voice popped out of Xiao Chen's mouth.

"Hey, grandson."

"Hey... grandson."

"Hey... grandson... son."

The roaring sound was unusually harsh in this quiet river, and the echo was unwilling to dissipate for a long time.

The blood lady was stunned, and almost frightened her soul in the next moment.

Those phantoms like machines were awakened by Xiao Chen's grandson, and the ghost hands at the feet of the phantom stopped shaking.

Those phantoms all looked back at Xiao Chen, and countless red light spots lit up in the phantom's eye sockets.

The dead have awakened.

"Big...sir, what should I do?" the blood lady asked with a cry.

Xiao Chen didn't respond to the scared blood lady, but instead looked at the awakened souls with great interest.

What made Xiao Chen a little dissatisfied was that even though the dead souls were awakened, they all looked like fools, and they didn't make any other movements.

Xiao Chen trumpeted his hand and placed it beside his mouth.

"Come and beat Grandpa!"

"Come on... Grandpa... Ah!"

The voice resounded in the Silent River, and the entire Death Mountain seemed to tremble with Xiao Chen's voice.

"Woo~"

At this time, a desolate and heroic horn sounded, seeming to be guiding the way forward for these dead souls.

With the sound of this horn, those dead souls were like chicken blood, frantically rushing towards where Xiao Chen was.

The cloudy wind blew violently, the **** moon above the sky was also obscured by the huge cloudy air here, and the quiet river plunged into absolute darkness.

This black is like someone splashing countless ink in the air, thick and suffocating.

Fortunately, both of them are cultivators, and they are not invisible in this absolute darkness.

"My lord, my lord." The Blood Lady cried out with a sad face.

"It's wrong." Xiao Chen rolled his eyes and looked at the direction of the sound of the horn in the distance.

"Grandma's, find you out."

After all, Xiao Chen had a friend who was one of the three underworld divisions, and Xiao Chen knew the world of the dead very well.

Such a large-scale ghost march must have a command base camp, and Xiao Chen's purpose is to find that base camp.

Now that the goal has been achieved, the next step is to think about how to deal with the ghost in front of you.

Xiao Chen aggravated the death enveloping the tree, but he sat down on the tree and closed his eyes to meditate.

The blood lady looked at Xiao Chen's movements with a dazed expression, and then at the dead souls that filled the entire space outside. Is this going to show the story of her death on the spot?

Xiao Chen began to search in his memory. The current situation is that the Yin Qi here is too large and strong. Although it is a little different from the real road to the dead, it is not that big.

And the death energy that Xiao Chen can use now is not enough except to protect the three of Luo Xiansi. Of course, if it is just self-protection, it will be no problem, but Xiao Chen is not a person who likes to be a tortoise. .

Xiao Chen searched in his mind for some exercises that Meditation had given him.

Why many friends like to hand over the exercises to Xiao Chen is because Xiao Chen's realm and vision are too high in the vast world, and Xiao Chen can make up for the flaws of these exercises to the greatest extent.

As for why Xiao Chen didn't practice his own practice, you might not believe it. Xiao Chen's own practice is too profound and complicated and cannot be done quickly.

In the previous two stabs, Xiao Chen used the yin and evil spirits of the entire Minghai City in the formation of Xue Xiuluo to use the extremely small "skeleton under the lamp". Now it is estimated that it is too late to deploy the formation.

Once Shura's eyes ran away, it was Xiao Chen purely suppressing with his own death energy.

In this situation, the dead energy of oneself can no longer suppress the Yin Qi outside, so it is urgent to learn a little exercise to open the current situation.

The most famous exercises that can be quickly accomplished are, of course, the Demon Dao of the Underworld and the Demon Dao of the Demon Domain.

Xiao Chen kept rumbling in his mind, turning a blind eye to the dead souls that were impacting crazily outside of the dead spirit.

"Haoran devilish energy."

"Bah, it's only suitable for second idiots when I hear the name."

"The magic fetus cultivates Dafa."

"Nervous! Devil is devil, Tao is Tao, it is not good to be a pure person."

"My lord, what are you doing?"

Listening to Xiao Chen's broken thoughts, and looking at the crazy dead souls besides the lifeless spirit, the blood lady almost cried.

It's not that she is timid, it's that the situation is too **** frightening now.

Xiao Chen opened his eyes and looked at the blood lady like an idiot, and said, "Learning the exercises, do you want this emperor to go out and fight with those pickles?"

The blood lady almost didn't squirt out a mouthful of old blood. The so-called grind is not fast and light, but you are too close now, people are almost riding on your neck, you just start to learn the exercises.

"Don't be noisy! Be careful I throw you out." Xiao Chen closed his eyes again after speaking.

"The Desolation Scriptures."

"The demon has changed."

"Sage Brahma true magic power."

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"Is the head of Mingsi's head caught by the door panel? How come I have all the magic words? You have a big feud between the Underworld and the Demon Realm, so you won't be able to study it every day." Xiao Chen couldn't help but look at those techniques. In my heart, I greeted Meisi's eighteenth generation ancestors all over.

What kind of stuff, is the name so ugly? Those mentally retarded in the Demon Realm also have no aesthetic level at all. This demon, that demon, can't wait to post a sticker on the forehead, Lao Tzu Demon Realm is invincible in the world.

Xiao Chen flipped through the black lines all over his head for a while, but finally found a technique that did not belong to the Demon Realm.

"Eight ghosts."

Xiao Chen patted his forehead.

Although Xiao Chen's strength is no longer there, he has both his state of mind and vision. It is completely okay if he wants to speed up some low-level exercises. The difference is nothing more than the magnitude of his power.

"Eight demons are divided into golden ghosts, ice ghosts, fire ghosts, reggae, water ghosts, wood ghosts, dead ghosts, and eight types. You can refine the corresponding weapons and choose the type of ghosts."

Xiao Chen's face was full of black lines. If this **** thing went to fight, he would have to carry eight kinds of weapons with him, and Ming Si was indeed mentally retarded.

Xiao Chen chose an ice ghost who used a knife as a medium. Xiao Chen grabbed it in the air and appeared in his hand.

"Oh! I was wronged all of a sudden." Xiao Chen whispered helplessly to Wu Jian.

Xiao Chen drew the knife out of his orifice, a black flame ignited on his body, and the skeleton's true body was revealed.

Xiao Chen aroused the lack of lifelessness in his body, and the lifelessness began to wander around Xiao Chen's jade-white bones and endlessly, one by one, complicated black patterns formed on Xiao Chen's bone shelf.

After the pattern engraved all the bone frames, Xiao Chen gave a low voice, "Ice ghost, come in."

As Xiao Chen's voice fell, the patterns on the bone shelf began to flash with icy light, and the extremely cold ripples spread to the surroundings.