The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Yuchiba drew out the dagger stuck in his palm, and a black energy spread rapidly toward his body along the palm of his hand.

"Ahem."

Yuchiba spit out a big mouthful of black blood, "It really is a bunch of rotten tomato stinky bird eggs."

Leng Xiaolu held Yuchiba's shaky body in his hand, and his tears flowed down: "Yuchiba, how are you?"

Yuchiba pushed Leng Xiaolu away and smiled at him: "Run on the trail, I can live a little longer. I have been poisoned by the tortoise son and can no longer survive."

After speaking, he took out a palm-sized stone carving from his bag and threw it to Leng Xiaolu.

"If you can escape, give the seal stone carving to my family."

After speaking, the golden light of Yuchiba's whole body skyrocketed, like a small sun rising from the top of this mountain, unusually dazzling in this dark and silent river.

Yuchiba roared like a madman, and slammed into the old man who was sucking the blood of his dreams.

"boom."

The old man was hit by Yuchiba and flew out.

"Roar!"

The old man's howling voice came from a distance.

The golden light on Yuchiba's body dissipated, and the black air that began to spread from the palm of his hand had reached his face, and Yuchiba smiled miserably.

From the deceased public loser dream bag that fell on the ground, he took out a stone inscription exactly like it and threw it to Leng Xiaolu.

Yuchiba gave a thumbs up to Leng Xiaolu: "Xiaolu..."

"Ahem."

Big mouths of black blood kept pouring out of Yuchiba's mouth.

"You have... heh heh... so beautiful... I... heh heh... I really like you."

"run."

This was the last word Yuchiba uttered.

Leng Xiaolu burst into tears holding two stone carvings, and the big boy who always likes to lift his skirt in the future will really never come back.

"Meow~"

The big white cat that had been guarding Leng Xiaolu affectionately licked Leng Xiaolu's face, then squatted on the ground, motioning for Leng Xiaolu to ride on its back.

Leng Xiaolu rolled over and lay on the big white cat's back, his head was deeply buried in the big cat's soft back, and his shoulders kept twitching.

Just when the big white cat was about to leave, a figure rushed straight towards Leng Xiaolu like a ghost.

It was the old man who was hit by Yuchiba before.

The big white cat wailed sternly, and ran down the mountain with Leng Xiaolu.

But the old man's speed was too fast. Before the big cat could run a few steps, he was punched on the head by the old man, turning into stars and dissipating between the sky and the earth.

Leng Xiaolu was thrown into the air, and when he got up, the old man was already in front of him.

A black little dot stood in front of Leng Xiaolu, bowed, his hair exploded, and a warning sound came from his throat.

"Little."

Leng Xiaolu picked up the kitten and placed it on his shoulders.

Leng Xiaolu held two blue civet beads in his hands, and his body was shaking constantly.

This can't be blamed on Leng Xiaolu's courage. The old man who became a zombie in front of him was originally a master of the game, and for Leng Xiaolu, who only had an innate pinnacle, he was originally a monster.

After turning into a zombie, the strength of the old man has skyrocketed. If it weren't for losing his wit, the old man now might have the ability to wrestle with the world-breaking boss.

The old man's aquamarine eyes glowed with greed, and the blood from the wound on Leng Xiaolu's body made him salivate.

Although he has lost his spiritual wisdom, his instinct for blood tells him that if he **** the blood of this person, his strength will be greatly increased, and he may even be promoted directly.

The big mouth of the old man bit straight towards Leng Xiaolu's neck. The huge pressure from the old man made Leng Xiaolu unable to move, making him look like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, dumbfounded.

"Dragon walks the world." A cold voice sounded.

Just when Leng Xiaolu was about to die, a white figure with a stream of light slammed into the old man's body, and the old man flew out again.

A general wearing a white armor, carrying a bright silver spear, and a white horse under his hip, appeared in front of the cold road. It was the one who had walked out of the black fog before.

The general's face was hidden by the helmet, but his eyes were not as cold as before.

The general pulled up Leng Xiaolu, who was still in a daze, and hugged him in his broad arms.

The general pulled the reins, the white horse neighed, and a black mist floated in his eyes, and the white horse ran down the mountain stepping on the air.

"boom!"

At this time, there was an explosion in the air, and then the whole body of the white horse flew out.

The white horse turned into a little bit of starlight and dissipated in the air.

The general floated back to the top of the mountain holding Leng Xiaolu, and the figure of the old man appeared again.

"My general! Need help?"

At this time, a sound of teasing sounded from the tiled house.

A bridegroom official was standing under the eaves and giggling at the general. Behind him stood a bride in a phoenix crown.

The bride gave a blessing to the general far away, even if the general did not look at them at all.

"Explore."

With a wave of the bright silver spear in the general's hand, a huge black ground stab emerged from the top of the mountain.

The huge ground thorns instantly covered the entire top of the mountain. These ground thorns formed a circle. The big trap and the small circle surrounded the general and Leng Xiaolu in the middle.

"You want to kill, ah! It's not right to kill ghosts."

The dissatisfied voice of the bridegroom official came from behind, and the bridegroom official hugged the bride into the air, looking like a crowd eating melons.

"My general! When have you been interested in women?"

The bridegroom officer looked at Leng Xiaolu and joked.

The general turned his head and glanced coldly at the official groom who was floating in the air: "He is a man."

"puff."

Hearing the general's words, the bridegroom officer almost fell from the air, and the bridegroom officer stared at Leng Xiaolu's face closely.

Finally he said a word: "Such a man is also good."

At this time, the old man outside of the ground spur slammed into the ground spur in front of him frantically, and with each impact, a ground spur would be knocked off.

It is only a matter of time before the old man comes to them in this way.

The general looked at the frantic old man coldly, and the bright silver spear in his hand suddenly dropped out.

The bright silver gun shot at the old man's head at great speed, and bursts of bursting sound were heard in the air, and the entire space where the bright silver gun passed was an unreal distortion.

The next moment the general's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already next to the bright silver gun.

As soon as the general grasped the galloping spear, a black air current overflowed from the general.

These air currents wrapped the spear, and a huge black snake head formed in front of the general.

The snake's head was spitting out a scarlet letter, and there was no trace of emotion in the khaki vertical pupil.

"Seven snakes."

The general's low voice sounded.