The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Yue Ruyu's delicate body fell straight to the ground, Yuehu was not chasing after her, a red aura wrapped Yue Ruyu and pinned her to the ground.

Kun Tian watched this scene with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

He still couldn't figure out why the venerable had known about Yue Ruyu's infidelity long ago, why he didn't kill her, but still protected this woman everywhere.

Using the Venerable's method, killing this woman is no different from trampling an ant to death.

Yuehu came to Kuntian's side, looked into the distance and said, "Quickly solve it."

Kuntian nodded, and together with Yuehu, they swept towards the place where Xiao Chen was.

...

Xiao Chen walked leisurely on the wilderness with his hands behind his back.

Facing the charging army of millions, the laid-back appearance looked like an old lady who went out to buy groceries.

Under the charge of the army, the earth kept shaking, and the silent wilderness suddenly became noisy.

Xiao Chen frowned lightly, he liked to be quiet.

Xiao Chen raised his right hand, stood it upright in front of him, looked up at the huge crack in the sky, and opened his mouth softly.

"Sword Mound · Tianzheng."

After the words fell, Xiao Chen's figure turned into black smoke and dissipated between the sky and the earth.

At the same time, Xiao Chen's figure appeared in the charging army.

Not just one, but many Xiao Chens appeared in the army at the same time, each figure was in that posture, holding their hands in front of him.

Xiao Chen's figure was extremely illusory, looming, and the army rushed past Xiao Chen's illusory figure without hindrance.

At this moment, the black short knife finally fell, and the ground began to vibrate violently.

With the black knife as the center, the entire land was split, and a terrifying crack appeared, blocking the army's charge.

At the same time, in the big crack above the sky, knives of different shapes fell from the crack.

Without exception, these knives are all flawed, and none of them are complete.

Some of these knives are as big as mountains, while others are only the size of a palm.

These knives fell straight behind Xiao Chen's illusory figures.

At this moment, the big crack above the sky suddenly lit up, and a strange scene appeared in the big crack.

In the big crack is a barren land, and countless broken knives are inserted in the barren land.

The terrifying knife energy tore the air apart, forming black cracks in the void.

There seems to be a graveyard for knives.

Those broken knives kept trembling, as if they wanted to stand up from the ground, follow Xiao Chen's call, and come to this world.

But the selected broken knives are limited after all, and the countless broken knives are still living in nothingness in the knife mound.

"Under the mound of swords, joy lasts forever."

The real Xiao Chen stood in the void with his hands behind his back, looking at the millions of creatures on the ground, with a rare trace of fanaticism in his eyes.

The broken knife finally fell, and the entire wilderness, and even this continent, might be shaking.

...

Blood flowed like a river.

Rivers of real blood flowed.

Red and yellow blood, mixed into streams flowing happily in the wilderness.

Xiao Chen walked quietly on the dilapidated land, and the million-strong army was gone at this moment.

There were only endless corpses, Xiao Chen took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suck the countless grievances into his body.

The two figures stared blankly at all this. The mask covering the body had been broken long ago, and the body was even broken a lot.

The broken bodies began to repair rapidly, but their broken hearts could not be repaired.

What a mighty power this is, millions of souls are wiped out in an instant.

Seeing Xiao Chen walk in slowly, they couldn't help trembling, they didn't even dare to think of running away.

Xiao Chen looked at the two of them, but saw no movement, their heads shot up into the sky, and blood shot into the sky like a fountain.

Xiao Chen reached out to catch the two heads, and stood quietly on the wilderness.

The big crack in the sky has disappeared, and the red moonlight has filled the earth.

...

Eleven slept soundly.

The black flame made her feel safe and warm like never before.

She had a dream, dreaming that she and her brother were living in a warm world.

There are many tall buildings, iron boxes that can run, and iron birds that can fly.

There are flowers, grass, and delicious food that can't be eaten.

Eleven laughed happily.

"Eleven, come back with me."

A hazy voice sounded in Eleven's ears, it was the voice of an old man.

Eleven dazedly opened his eyes, and a white-haired, white-bearded grandfather stood in front of him.

With a kind smile, the old man looked at Eleven dotingly.

"Grandpa, who are you?" Eleven rubbed his eyes and asked curiously.

"I am your relative, little eleven, let's go home." The old man said with a smile.

Eleven scratched her head in doubt. She never knew that she had relatives, and she didn't even know who her parents were.

Eleven shook his head: "I don't have a home."

The old man smiled and stretched out his hand towards Eleven, as if he wanted to pull her.

"Little Eleven, you have a family, and that place is called Yanbo Haomiao."

"Smoky waves?" Eleven shook his head, avoiding the old man's hand.

The old man's eyelids twitched a few times, but he still didn't have an attack.

At this moment, the black flame around Eleven suddenly twisted, and a crow flew out of the black flame.

The crow looked at the old man with cloudy eyes, full of sarcasm.

Looking at the crow, the old man's heart suddenly contracted twice.

The white light on the old man flickered, but it was too late.

The crow's muddy eyes suddenly brightened, and a strange pattern appeared in the eyes.

The pattern rotated slightly, and the old man's scream suddenly came.

At some point, black flames surged into his body, and his seemingly powerful white light was directly melted.

In the blink of an eye, the old man was burnt and disappeared without a trace of bones left.

Eleven looked there curiously, his little head was a little confused, why this old grandpa suddenly disappeared.

Eleven looked at the crow and asked curiously, "Little Bird, where is that old man?"

Hearing Eleven's address, Crow looked at the little guy dissatisfied.

"died."

A sweet girlish voice came from the crow's mouth, making Eleven tremble in fright.

"Little bird, you...you can talk?" Eleven stammered and asked. She asked for fun, but she didn't expect the crow to talk.

"Your family is all little birds. My mother's name is Meili, Xiao Meili. If you call me again, I will roast you."

The crow said viciously, flapping its wings and flying into the distance.

"Ugly girl, follow up, the emperor is waiting for us."

"Oh, oh." Eleven picked up the Bermudagrass and trotted after the crow.

"Beautiful sister, wait for me!" Eleven shouted out of breath.

The crow turned back dissatisfied and slowed down.

She really didn't understand why the emperor liked such an ugly girl.

Tomorrow will start supplementary chapters, do you believe it?