The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

"Naughty animal!"

A voice as cold as winter resounded between heaven and earth.

This sound was like an ice pick piercing through the warm spring, making everyone's ears hurt.

Everyone just felt cold all over their bodies, like falling into an ice cave.

After the extremely cold voice fell, something even more terrifying happened.

The entire space shrinks unrealistically, and the air is completely sucked out.

Everyone fell into a weird hallucination.

They all seemed to see a figure.

This figure stretched out both hands, and one hand pressed against the flaming bloody shield.

One hand held against Pangu Xiexiang's fist.

Everyone couldn't see the figure's face clearly.

But he could see those eyes that were as deep and indifferent as the sea.

Time freezes at this moment.

There was an eerie silence between heaven and earth.

"Plop, plop, plop, plop..."

Everyone seemed to be able to hear their own heartbeat and breathing.

I don't know how long this weird state lasted.

It seems to be as long as a century, and it seems to be as short as the blink of an eye.

Illusion and reality overlap at this moment.

People can no longer tell what is reality and what is illusion.

People can only see the deep and cold eyes.

"Plop, plop..."

While everyone was in a trance, the sky and the earth began to vibrate regularly, like a powerful beating heart.

"Plop, plop..."

The beating sound became more and more urgent.

Above a critical point, the shrinking space suddenly exploded.

Like a beating heart, it exploded into pieces.

"puff……"

All the people watching here, including the emperors standing on the treasure ships.

At this moment, amidst the terrifying explosion, blood spurted wildly.

What a horror this is, just by looking at it, I almost died.

This person, who didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend, cast a lingering haze over everyone's hearts.

...

The blood-red flame burning on Xiao Chen's body gradually extinguished.

His eyes also dimmed, and his vitality kept passing away.

But Xiao Chen suddenly laughed, exhausting his last strength, and laughed out loud.

"How did you come?"

Xiao Chen opened his chapped lips and asked happily.

"Come and see, you don't seem to be doing well."

That icy voice sounded again, still icy, but with a hint of tenderness.

"Fuck your shit, I eat ten steamed buns for a meal, and live happily like a fairy."

"boom!"

After Xiao Chen finished speaking, he fell down.

At this moment, Xiao Chen's chest actually started to crack.

A black flower emerged from the open wound and swayed in the wind.

The whole world suddenly became heavy, as if a big pot had been turned upside down.

A huge and endless black vortex formed in the sky.

If someone is on a higher sky at this moment, overlooking the perimeter.

You will find a horrible scene.

A huge vortex almost enveloped the Star Dragon Continent.

Wisps of black mist floated over all the continents without perimeters.

The black mist gathered and flooded towards Star Dragon Continent overwhelmingly.

The sky was covered, and the entire land was plunged into blackness like ink.

The temperature dropped extremely rapidly, and everything on the ground was covered with a thick layer of black frost.

People seem to be stuck in a quagmire, unable to move an inch.

Eternal night is coming.

...

"and who are you?"

Pan Guxie looked at the huge vortex in the sky, his eyes full of smiles.

He didn't even care much about the hand blocking his fist.

But the man didn't answer him, just withdrew his hand.

The merciless look in his eyes actually made Pan Gu Xie Xiang's whole body shudder.

...

The demonic Xiao Chen bent down and gently hugged Xiao Chen in his arms.

A small black bead appeared on his fingertip.

"Crack..."

The small black beads split open, and a small grass emitting white fluorescence appeared between his hands.

The gentle breath broke through the surrounding cold.

The faint fragrance drifts with the wind, making everyone feel like a spring breeze.

"You know, I don't like collecting geniuses and treasures very much. You can just use this Everlasting Grass."

Demonic Xiao Chen said, the grass in his hand turned into a fluorescent light, and burrowed into Xiao Chen's body.

The passing vitality, the rapid recovery.

His bone-strewn body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Only the black flower of evil remained unaffected, still swaying.

"Eternal Grass."

Pan Gu's evil-looking complacent eyes suddenly shrank.

This legendary flower is a treasure that grows in the "waterless ocean".

Legend has it that this flower can live and die, flesh and bones.

No matter what kind of cultivator it is, no matter how many injuries it has suffered, as long as it has not cooled down, this kind of flower can be saved.

How outrageous this is, especially for some cultivators who are against the sky, this kind of flower is simply a second life.

Because a monk reaches a certain level of strength, the geniuses and treasures in the world will lose their effect.

The higher the level of strength, the more obvious this disadvantage will be.

The most heaven-defying thing about this Wanshenghua is that no matter what your cultivation level is, you can be saved.

...

"Wanshenghua" is not the key, but the key is the four words "waterless ocean".

As the evil face of Pan Gu, an old monster that has existed for countless years.

He naturally knew what the "waterless ocean", one of the three great jedi of the void, meant.

Without extreme strength, no one can reach the most dangerous place.

And the person in front of him can actually take out the "everything grass" that grows in the deepest part of the "waterless ocean" at will.

This means that the strength of the person in front of him may be beyond imagination.

But Pangu Xiexiang was not worried, and there was even a smile in the corner of his eyes.

Because no matter how strong a person is, they will be suppressed by Pan Gu's real body if they enter the boundary.

Even Mei, one of the seven great holy fronts, was not spared.

In this non-peripheral realm, Pan Gu's evil appearance is the king, and Pan Gu's evil appearance is everything.

Here he has the final say.

...

Pangu Xiexiang looked at the demonic Xiao Chen curiously, and asked: "You can take out the Wanshenghua, you must not be an unknown person, who are you?"

"A lot of people want to know that question, so will you live to hear the answer?"

Demonic Xiao Chen said indifferently, and glanced at the black flower of evil on Xiao Chen's chest.

The demonic Xiao Chen made a sudden move and pulled out the black flower.

The comatose Xiao Chen kept trembling.

The pulled out wound continued to rot and expand.

But soon, a gentle breath wrapped the wound.

Xiao Chen gradually calmed down, arching in the arms of the demonic Xiao Chen.

The demonic Xiao Chen turned around slowly, holding Xiao Chen's small body in his left hand, and the flower of evil in his right hand.

In the eyes of the demonic Xiao Chen, there was boundless indifference.