The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Xiao Chen held the kitchen knife and ran towards the prison dragon.

"Ice Ghost, come in."

A faint blue light glowed all over Xiao Chen's body, blocking in front of the prison dragon.

"Oh, Xiao Long'er, don't be so angry, it hurts your health."

Xiao Chen said that with a playful smile, but the prison dragon had a cold and pretty face, and he didn't talk to him, nor did he stop the blood on his body.

Xiao Chen scratched his head resentfully and said, "I'll just deal with these little miscellaneous fish, Xiao Longer, you go and rest aside!"

As Xiao Chen spoke, he waved the kitchen knife in the air a few times.

"Ghost lotus."

Different from the first time in the Silent River, the number of ghost lotuses summoned this time is much more.

Palm-sized lotus flowers slowly fell from the sky, emitting a faint cold light.

At this time, above the sky, there was a crackling sound like shattered glass.

The cracks on the black sky began to open to the left and right, and a part of a bronze gate appeared so far away on the sky, illusory, very close, and very far away.

The bronze gate is huge, and the cracked sky can only reveal a part of it.

The bronze gate is engraved with complicated patterns, ancient and vicissitudes.

Before the bronze gate, there seemed to be an earth-shattering battle, and the pattern was covered with black dry blood stains.

Black air kept floating above the blood stains, like the roar of the dead, constantly cursing the murderer who killed him.

Looking at the bronze door that was about to reveal its true face, Xiao Chen had one head and two big ones.

If you really want to open the knife prison, even if you only release one of the things inside, there may be a lot of commotion.

The bronze gate became more and more clear, an illusory road stretched from before the bronze gate.

A tiny black dot appeared on that illusory road.

It was an old man, short in stature, with a stooped back, dressed in tattered coarse linen clothes, like a disabled old farmer.

The old man had only one leg and was blind even in one eye.

Beside the old man is a table, which also has only one leg.

Although it has only one leg, the table stands firmly on the faintly visible road.

There was a folded white robe on the table, and the old man just looked at the white robe.

As if aware of something, the old man's muddy eyes suddenly brightened, and the old man held the white robe with both hands.

As if holding the most precious thing in the world, the old man is cautious.

The old man left the one-legged table with his robe in his hands. Looking at the world below, the old man suddenly burst into tears.

The old man raised the white robe high above his head, and knelt down at once.

"Emperor."

The old man's lips trembled slightly, and finally one day, he was able to shout these two words again.

The old man trembled with excitement.

Xiao Chen half-closed his eyes, looking at the sky from afar.

With a wave of Xiao Chen's kitchen knife, he pointed directly at the kneeling old man in front of the bronze gate.

"Sword servant, if you dare to open the door, I will blow your head off."

Xiao Chen's voice traveled through time and space, directly reaching the old man's heart.

The old man froze for a moment, then got up and wiped the tears on his face with his sleeve.

The old man said with a smile: "No, no, as long as the emperor is fine, what the emperor says is what."

Seeing this scene, the dragon's teeth were itching, she could summon the knife prison, but if she wanted to open the knife prison, the sword servant had to nod her consent.

As the key to the knife prison, although the prison dragon can forcibly open the bronze gate, doing so will not only hurt one's vitality, but will not take the emperor seriously.

Prison Dragon just has a murderous heart, and is not a fool. Xiao Chen is her master, and to forcibly open the Saber Prison at this point is really mentally handicapped.

Knowing that there was no hope of opening the door, the prison dragon sent some blood towards the sword prison like a puff, and the bronze door became more and more clear.

Xiao Chen cheerfully stretched out a paw, waved it in front of the prison dragon's towering chest, and said meanly: "Little Longer, if you don't stop, I'll grab your chest!"

The Prison Dragon's teeth clucked loudly, and he really wanted to pounce on Xiao Chen and bite him a few times.

The blood on the prison dragon dissipated, and the bronze gate above the sky began to become illusory again.

Holding the white robe in his hands, the old man knelt on the ground and kowtowed non-stop, as if he was talking about something.

But the sky gradually returned to normal, and the old man's voice did not reach Xiao Chen's ears after all.

Looking at the ghost lotuses that were slowly falling, the prison dragon rolled his eyes, and his figure gradually disappeared.

Xiao Chen shrugged, shook his head, sighed, and withdrew his hand regretfully.

The ghost lotus didn't fall, but just floated above the ghost army's head.

Even so, the ghost army felt that there was a sharp sword hanging over his head, and he would disappear in smoke at any time.

"Xiaolu, come here for me."

Xiao Chen waved his hand at Leng Xiaolu. At this moment, Leng Xiaolu was still paying attention to his chest, sighing and shaking his head.

Hearing Xiao Chen's voice, Leng Xiaolu immediately became happy, and jumped in front of Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen grabbed Leng Xiaolu's ear: "Like a rabbit, jumping around all day long, how decent is it?"

Leng Xiaolu grinned in pain, and lowered his head a little bit aggrieved.

Xiao Chen pointed to the prostrate ghost army and said, "Hey, from now on, this army will belong to you."

Leng Xiaolu took a look at the ghost army who couldn't see the side, and he hesitated: "I... I can't do it."

Hearing these words, Xiao Chen's eyelids twitched. This has brought down more than a dozen countries. Could it be that they still can't bring this little army.

"The one who takes the lead, get out of here."

Xiao Chen yelled at the army, but instead of yelling out the leader, another person came out.

As soon as Xiao Chen's words fell, the air not far in front of him was rippled.

A flamboyant soldier riding a white horse, wearing white armour, and carrying a spear, stepped out of the rippling air.

Along with the soldiers came out groups of cavalry.

These cavalrymen had a murderous look, and their eyes were extremely cold. They were all handsome undead horses, and they were several grades higher than those of the ghost emperor's army.

The cavalry walked out in an orderly manner without making a sound, and the cavalry was neatly lined up on both sides, until the number reached thousands in the end.

The white horse soldier got off his horse, knelt down on one knee, and said to the bewildered Leng Xiaolu, "My minister is late to save you, please forgive me."

Leng Xiaolu stammered: "Who...who...who is your king, don't talk nonsense."

Xiao Chen almost laughed out loud when he saw it, and said with a smile: "Your, they are all yours."

Leng Xiaolu looked at Xiao Chen pitifully, it was obvious that as long as Xiao Chen was around, Leng Xiaolu would always want to rely on Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen shook his head and said, "Get up and talk, there should be other things besides rescuing you."

The soldier didn't have any resentment towards Xiao Chen's acting on his behalf, and even felt it was justified.

The soldier got up to drive this strange thought out of his head, cupped his hands at Xiao Chen and said, "Senior is a god, the great era has come, hell will open immediately, the king should go home."

Oops, it's finally the end of the Mortal World chapter, and the writing is really tormenting, not happy at all.