The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Long Mengmeng looked at the green mist that gradually spread across the venue, and her whole body couldn't stop trembling.

Long Mengmeng murmured dully: "I can't beat it, I can't beat it."

Xiao Chen was unexpectedly not impatient, Xiao Chen squatted down and looked at Long Mengmeng.

Long Mengmeng's face was covered with scars, some of which had suppurated, Xiao Chen didn't mind being dirty, so he helped Long Mengmeng wipe away the tears from his face.

Xiao Chen said with a smile: "The gap is not as big as you imagined, why don't you try it, if you can't beat it for the rest of your life, do you have to hide for the rest of your life?"

Long Mengmeng sobbed a few times, her expression was still filled with deep fear. Seeing this, the evil dragon really became a demon in her heart.

Xiao Chen rolled his eyes, but he still didn't lose his temper. For Long Mengmeng, this was a blessing and a curse.

If Long Mengmeng dared to face the evil dragon directly today, then as long as Long Mengmeng survived today, then the road of cultivation in the future would be a broad road.

If he still just hides and doesn't dare to make a move, then this Long Mengmeng will have no future.

Xiao Chen was patient, and in his words there were some Buddhist spells for calming the soul and refreshing the mind, which made Long Mengmeng's fearful heart gradually calm down.

...

At some point, a young man just appeared on the field.

It seems to appear out of thin air, and it seems to be there all the time, giving people a very strange feeling.

This young man has delicate features and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but this smile also gives people a very strange feeling.

Fake, this smile seems to be deliberately outlined, coupled with the boy's cold eyes, it is really uncomfortable.

With the appearance of the young man, the strange green evil energy in the arena enveloped the whole area with a radius of 100 zhang.

People in this evil spirit began to feel itchy all over their bodies. When someone scratched their hair, they scratched a lot of it.

Some people lick their teeth, only to find that they fall out just by touching them lightly.

Everyone's vitality seems to be passing away at an extremely fast speed.

"Help, help."

This weird scene made people run and shout, but while running, some people just fell down like that and never got up again.

The young man closed his eyes and felt the fresh vitality, with an extremely joyful expression on his face.

Pieces of green dragon scales appeared on the young man's face, his eyes turned an incomparably turbid khaki, and his pupils became strangely thin vertical pupils.

The butcher was covered in sweat, and the old man stood behind him. He couldn't bear to protect the two of them in this evil spirit.

The old man watched the people around him age inexplicably and die inexplicably.

The old man's face began to become ferocious, not only did he not have the slightest fear when facing the young man, but even bursts of bloody murderous intent surged from his body.

Although the old man is old, the spirit of being a veteran is still there.

The old man stepped forward and stood in front of the butcher who was about to collapse.

"God's monster, come on, you come to Lao Tzu."

The old man swung his cane and smashed it at the boy's head.

"Second Master Liu, it's okay." The butcher stretched out his hand to grab the old man, but the evil spirit overwhelmed him too much, making it difficult for him to move forward.

The old man's body began to stagger, and his eyes gradually blurred. Without the protection of the butcher, the evil spirit began to absorb the few remaining lives of the old man at a very high speed.

Holding the crutches, the old man took one step, two steps, and staggered, but he didn't flinch.

The old man held up his crutches and comforted the butcher: "Don't be afraid, Fatty Hu, we're soldiers, we've never seen anything before."

The young man looked at the old man with great interest. He looked very much like a man watching ants move when he was bored.

The butcher looked at Xiao Chen, who was still talking to Long Mengmeng.

"My lord." The butcher shouted to Xiao Chen with the last of his strength.

At this time, the boy's hand just caught the crutch that the old man waved down, and the crutch turned into a little powder in the boy's hand.

The old man's eyelids twitched violently a few times, and he cursed with the last of his strength: "You stupid bastard."

The corner of the boy's mouth twitched into that fake smile again, and his white right hand thrust towards the old man's chest at top speed.

Hearing the butcher's call, Xiao Chen turned his head abruptly, stretched out his right hand, and pointed straight at the boy.

An unparalleled killing intent rushed straight at the young man, and Xiao Chen's icy words sounded: "Little beast, from now on, if you move your hand, I'll break your arm. If you move your head, I'll hit you!" Burst your dog's head. If you say a word, I will tear your dog's mouth to pieces."

Since the awakening of the evil dragon's bloodline, the young man felt that the world was so big that no one could fight him.

My own family is also the Long family, and those two so-called Breaking Heaven Realm are simply vulnerable.

The young man felt that as long as he wanted to, he could even kill China's number one expert Tsing Yihou at any time.

This kind of power gave the boy incomparable self-confidence.

But the current self-confidence was shattered by the young man who was younger than him in front of him with a few words.

The young man felt as if he had fallen into ice for thousands of years. His hand that was inserted into the old man's chest stopped instantly.

It wasn't that the young man couldn't move, but he didn't dare to move. He knew that if he moved, he would surely fall into a catastrophe.

The old man gritted his teeth and raised his hand with difficulty.

"Snapped."

A not-so-loud slap sounded from heaven and earth, but it sounded so comfortable at the moment.

"Kill you little bastard."

The old man grinned grimly and fell down.

...

Xiao Chen picked up Long Mengmeng and came to the boy.

Long Mengmeng, whose mood had stabilized, looked at the young man in front of him, collapsed again, and kept crawling into Xiao Chen's arms.

Xiao Chen put Long Mengmeng on the ground, but Long Mengmeng was like an octopus, tightly coiled on Xiao Chen's body and refused to let go.

Xiao Chen smiled softly, forcibly raised Long Mengmeng's right hand, and patted the young man's face.

"Hit him, he dare not fight back."

The slap that Xiao Chen forcibly lifted gradually moved closer to the boy's face, the boy's vertical pupils suddenly contracted, and the muscles on his face kept shaking.

"Snapped."

Long Mengmeng's hand finally slapped the young man's face, and the terrified Long Mengmeng was stunned. The devilish young man really didn't fight back.

"Hit him, grab him if he can't be beaten, bite him if he can't be grasped, if he dares to move, I'll take his skin and make you a piece of clothing."

Xiao Chen's words immediately stimulated the young girl, the young girl jumped off Xiao Chen like crazy, and crazily smashed the young boy's head with her fists raised.

...

Xiao Chen looked at the green evil energy that shrouded the sky and the earth, and with a light wave of his hand, the evil energy dissipated instantly.

The liberated butcher rushed towards the old man frantically.

"Second Master Liu, Second Master Liu, how are you?" The butcher hugged the old man tightly, and the leather in his body kept pouring into the old man's body.

The old man slowly opened his eyes and smiled, and said with difficulty: "I'm in my eighties this year, I can die, you cry like a hammer."

After speaking, he looked at Xiao Chen next to him, and stretched out his thumb, then the old man slowly closed his eyes, and passed away suddenly.

Xiao Chen smiled and raised his thumb, imitating the butcher's mountain accent, and said loudly: "Old man, you're awesome."

The next chapter is too strong, so I will post it quietly in the middle of the night.