The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

"A madman, dare to call the name of Emperor Fengdu directly, and you will surely be sent to the **** today."

The leading ghost soldier swelled up all over his body, and fist-sized blisters appeared on his face.

The blisters burst open bang, and a lot of yellow water came out, which looked disgusting and horrible.

It looks like this goods was probably burned to death before his death.

The yin breeze shouted, and the evil spirit was flourishing.

Most of these ghost soldiers are made up of wicked people.

They do too much evil to be unable to reincarnate, so they become Yin soldiers and accumulate merit in this underworld.

When the merits are full, you can reincarnate.

Who will let go of this good opportunity for meritorious service now.

Catch this madman, and then the judge will write a note on his merit book, it is not beautiful.

At that time, he might still be able to enter the Fengdu Hall and become a member of the Imperial Forest Army.

If you have a hairy life, you can go directly to ghost cultivation, and that's a great good fortune.

As the so-called reality is full, ideals are cruel.

A beautiful and unparalleled figure of a woman appeared beside Xiao Chen, who was the **** of death who had been living in the bracelet.

As the ancient god, although the heaven and the earth are no longer the same, the inherent coercion on the dead is still there.

"Kneel down."

The **** of death sat on the water circle transformed by the tide of death, and the majestic voice turned into sound waves, overlapping each other.

The terrifying coercion was released in an instant, sweeping the entire dead city like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

Whether it was these undead spirits willing or not, they were forced to kneel down by this coercion.

This is where the overbearing is overbearing.

Even though the **** of death has no power now, the power of the superior is still there.

"Who are you?" The leading cavalry looked at Death in horror. Only Emperor Fengdu had this coercion.

"Oh, we are here to do things, don't be so overbearing!"

Xiao Chen smiled and walked towards the city. When passing by the cavalry, he kicked his **** with two feet.

"Make you mad and cool."

The cavalry has the desire to die. What is it that has gotten into trouble?

As he entered the city all the way, Xiao Chen frowned as he watched the densely kneeling souls in the city.

"Why are there so many wronged souls, is this fellow Leng Xiaolu lazy again?"

Xiao Chen can still remember that in order to train this guy to be a qualified king.

The prison dragon took him and brought down several countries in the illusion.

At this moment, a flash of light rose from the city lord's mansion in the distance.

Several figures appeared in front of Xiao Chen.

They seem to be somewhat resistant to death's coercion, but it can be seen that they are still affected and their faces are very bad.

"It's you?" A middle-aged man with a majestic face looked at Xiao Chen and shouted in surprise.

"Hey, who are you? Know me?" Xiao Chen looked at the middle-aged man with some curiosity.

"I am the king of Biancheng, and control this dead city." The middle-aged man nodded and continued: "I have seen an adult. You have a good relationship with Emperor Fengdu and his elders."

Xiao Chen scratched his head, probably when he came to **** to look for Leng Xiaolu at that time, it happened to be on the side!

"Sister Grim Reaper, it's okay, don't scare these ghosts."

Now that I have met "acquaintances", things are much easier to handle.

The **** of death nodded gently and returned to the bracelet.

King Bian Cheng was holding his heart, and he was afraid after a while, and asked cautiously: "My lord, who was the woman just now?"

"Orthodox **** of death, but not the **** of death of this age."

"Reaper?" King Bian Cheng looked dumbfounded, it seems that there is no such title these years, right.

Xiao Chen casually dealt with a few words, and then asked, "Is Leng Xiaolu there?"

"Yes, you come with me, my lord." King Biancheng led the way through the dead city.

"By the way, why are there so many wronged souls in the city of vain now?" Along the way, Xiao Chen found that the number of wronged souls far exceeded his expectations.

"Hey!" King Bian Cheng sighed helplessly.

"Why, what happened?" Xiao Chen frowned.

"There was a problem a few years ago. I don't know why. Sometimes the Temple of Reincarnation will be turbulent."

"For the safety of reincarnation, during times of turmoil, Emperor Fengdu will close the entrance to reincarnation, which will cause delay in reincarnation."

"Many of these wronged souls are time up, and should go to the Senluo Temple to receive the judgment."

"But because of the turbulence of the Samsara Hall, a large number of souls are stranded, and they can only wait here."

"Have you found the cause of the turbulence?" Xiao Chen asked.

The **** of the earth is an important place that controls the unique cycle of reincarnation. If something goes wrong, it may cause a part of the heavens to collapse.

"No, Emperor Fengdu, the old man, tried to find him, only that he saw a long burning river roaring wildly, and the rest did not make much progress."

King Bian Cheng pulled his sparse beard, his face full of sorrow.

If this delay continues, the **** will be overwhelmed, and that will be a big problem.

Xiao Chen estimated that his large beard had been ripped off by him in this way.

"The burning river?" Xiao Chen thought for a while, then suddenly remembered the long river of karma in the Underworld.

The unlucky guy in Mingsi seemed to have said that ever since the fire lotus was taken away by the demon Xiao Chen, the river of karma has been restless, causing the entire underworld to start turbulence.

"Could it be that there is no connection between the two?"

Xiao Chen grabbed his chin, found that he had no beard, and laughed dryly.

"It's okay to ask that silly dog!" Xiao Chen thought for a while, and thought this was a way.

After all, it is the emperor, and there are many ways to change his mind.

...

In the hall of Fengdu.

A man in a dragon robe was lying on the dragon chair.

Long golden hair spreads like a waterfall.

Leng Xiaolu is getting more and more beautiful, and at first glance, it looks like a dog's egg.

A white-clad general looked sadly outside the hall.

The coercion that came from the City of Wounds just now made him feel a little uneasy.

But he couldn't leave Leng Xiaolu's side, if something went wrong with Emperor Fengdu, no one could bear this responsibility.

Leng Xiaolu was rolling boringly on the huge dragon chair.

"Oh, what happened to the Samsara Palace? I want to go out to play."

Leng Xiaolu muttered while rolling.

General Bai Jia was a little bit dumbfounded. After so many years, his own king is still the same, always thinking about running out for a stroll, or just talking about his brother Xiao Chen.

Although the general told him that Xiao Chen had died in battle, Leng Xiaolu didn't believe it at all.

Leng Xiaolu always said, "Brother Xiao Chen, one day he will come to see him."

Although Leng Xiaolu insisted on Xiao Chen's notion that Xiao Chen was not dead, General Bai Jia often saw Leng Xiaolu secretly wiping tears when there was no one.

Perhaps Leng Xiaolu had admitted the fact that Xiao Chen had already died in the battle in his heart, General Bai Jia felt.