The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

In the 300th year of the apocalypse, in autumn, things that shook the Zhongyuan Continent continued to happen.

Flowing Wind City suffered millions of casualties overnight, blood flowed like rivers, and the lives of people were devastated.

The Mirror Flower Sect announced its disbandment, and the second son of the sect entered Sensoji Temple to practice.

Xiao Chen, Tianjiao's chaotic sword body, committed suicide and was buried on a small hill around Shuiyue Mountain.

Lou Wuyue died in front of Shuiyue Mountain, and a generation of legendary female sword fairies ended.

The Sky Strike Sect embarked on the road of annexation and expansion. Without the stumbling block of the Jinghua Sect, the Sky Strike Sect was invincible on the Zhongyuan Continent.

Except for the Dahe Sect, which has always been upright, and the Confucianism Sect, which is full of peaches and plums, there is still a sliver of torch passed down, and the rest of the Sects are all in name only.

In the 312th year of Tianqi, that is, two years after the disbandment of Jinghuazong, Tianjianzong basically had the ability to cover the sky with one hand, and became the actual controller of Zhongyuan Continent.

A year later, the Sky Strike Sect launched a campaign against the former allies, which heralded the official arrival of the era of the Sky Strike Sect.

...

Lingzhong Mountain, a small hill around Shuiyue Mountain, is no more than a hundred feet high. It is named for its shape like a big bell.

There is a small soil bag on the top of the mountain, except for the lush trees and grass, there is nothing else.

This is Xiao Chen's cemetery, no matter how beautiful or vicious he was in life, it's just such a big place after death.

Ever since Xiao Chen was buried, the formerly bare mountaintop began to breathe life.

The grass grew unbelievably several meters high, and some vines also grew here from the bottom of the mountain.

And these plants will not wither in winter.

These vines and grasses surround the small soil bag, forming a strange symbol, which seems to be a word, but no one recognizes it.

If anyone on Earth saw it at this time, they would definitely spit out before leaving.

Because the character composed of vines and grass is a big "handsome".

To flaunt a handsome character so blatantly is simply shameless to the extreme.

Of course, if someone digs up the grave and takes a look, they will find that Xiao Chen's bones have not decayed.

A layer of faint green light wrapped his body, everything was so intact, even the expression on his face was lifelike.

...

At the foot of the mountain, more than a dozen simple thatched huts were erected, and more than a dozen beautiful women practiced and lived here.

Shui Shengsheng sat in front of the thatched hut with a haggard face.

Looking at the blue sky, she could always see Xiao Chen's face in the sky.

She clearly remembered that the first time she saw Xiao Chen was in that big gourd.

With her butt bare and her little feet shaking non-stop, Xiao Chen giggled at herself, and her heart melted at that moment.

Shui Shengsheng always thinks, when the child grows up, he will get ten or eight wives for him, and give birth to a lot of little Xiaochens, and hug him every day when he has nothing to do.

Thinking of the scene of a lot of little Xiao Chens surrounding her, Shui Shengsheng laughed unconsciously.

Laughing and laughing, tears kept falling.

"Shengsheng, let's go together." Bai Ziyan brought all the old Jinghuazong elders to Shui Shengsheng.

Bai Ziyan still had that cool look, but the white hair on her head had lost its former luster.

They all dressed very formally today, because today is the third anniversary of their son, Xiao Chen.

If Xiao Chen hadn't left, he would be ten years old this year.

The group of people carried Xiao Chen's favorite food and walked slowly to the top of the mountain.

...

At some point, the cemetery where Xiao Chen was buried had been dug open by grass roots, and countless grass roots fluttered gently in the opened cemetery.

"call……"

Xiao Chen's small body straightened up like a corpse.

If this scene was seen by ordinary people, they would probably be scared to pee.

Xiao Chen's face was ruddy and he was in good spirits, holding a palm-sized round jade in his hand.

There is a crack on the jade, it seems that as long as a little force is applied, the jade will shatter.

"Oh, shit, why the hell did I hang up again."

From Xiao Chen's mouth came a carefree voice, three points unruly, seven points unworthy of beating.

"Why did I say 'again'? Weird."

Looking down at the cracked jade in his hand, Xiao Chen cursed loudly.

"Did you resurrect a reinforced group? The mountain god jade is about to be dried to pieces."

"I don't care about you, uncle. You are a fucking housekeeper. Resurrecting indiscriminately is a karma. After I was reincarnated, I became a big fool."

"And why did you die! This is the first time I've seen someone who even the mountain god jade can't save."

"Could it be that you peeked at the widow next door taking a bath, which provoked anger and resentment."

"Bang, bang."

The more Xiao Chen spoke, the angrier he became, and he punched himself in the eye sockets twice.

"You stinking idiot, you have shit on your brain, I'm going to recite the big karma." Xiao Chen's eye sockets instantly turned bruised.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..." Xiao Chen covered his eyes, and the tears of pain almost burst out.

"Trash, let's see your big brother Chen come out and kill all directions."

Xiao Chen rubbed his eyes, flung his hair coquettishly, and kicked the coffin board away.

"ah……"

With the sound of screams, Xiao Chen looked at his swollen toes like steamed buns with a blank expression on his face.

"Why am I such a weak chicken?"

Xiao Chen couldn't help asking, and then looked at the coffin lid from embarrassment, and couldn't help muttering.

"With such a good coffin, there must be a mine at home."

Xiao Chen jumped out of the grave.

Xiao Chen sat on the edge of the cliff, rubbing his feet while checking his body.

"Uh-huh……"

Xiao Chen seemed to be constipated, humming non-stop, his little face flushed.

In the end Xiao Chen found sadly that he couldn't squeeze out any spiritual energy.

Without spiritual power, it is impossible to detect the condition of the body, Xiao Chen rolled his bruised eyelids, and slapped the mountain god jade in his hand with two palms.

Xiao Chen said viciously to Shanshen Yu: "Don't pretend to be dead for me, help me see what's going on with my body."

The mountain god jade trembled as if in fear, and then a trace of green fluorescent light floated up and penetrated into Xiao Chen's body.

"Ah... goddamn thing... where is my meridian? Where is my meridian? Your grandma's, how many widows have you peeked at taking a bath?"

"Wow...I didn't watch the widow take a bath, so I have to bear the consequences. I, Xiao Datou, don't accept it."

Xiao Chen's howl like killing a pig resounded from the top of the mountain.

The meridian is gone, such a serious problem, you should howl.

But Xiao Chen's focus seemed a little strange, he always talked about widows and bathing.

At this time, Shui Shengsheng, who had reached the mountainside, looked up at the top of the mountain.

"Did you hear that?" Shui Shengsheng asked in surprise.

All the women nodded in disbelief, and everyone heard the hog-killing howl.

Although the tone was a little different, this voice definitely belonged to Xiao Chen.

"Dust."

Everyone burst into tears, laughed while crying, and rushed towards the top of the mountain.