The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

As Zi Linglong engraved more and more seals, the red thunder above the void became more and more irritable.

It roared wildly, as if it was opposing the birth of this heaven-defying treasure.

"boom!"

A huge thunder and lightning, like a sky-swallowing python, crashed down, heading straight for Zi Linglong's position.

The thunder and lightning that forked like a tree branch, carrying the breath of destruction, suppressed the violent Da Baoyan by one end.

"burst."

Seeing that the red divine thunder was about to fall on the top of Zi Linglong's head.

The pretty woman let out a loud shout, and Da Baoyan, who had been pushed down, suddenly jumped up.

The boundless tongue of flame surged up violently, protecting Zi Linglong so tightly that water wouldn't enter it.

"boom!"

The red Thunder Snake slammed into the raging flames fiercely.

A circle of shock waves visible to the naked eye rippled away at extreme speed.

The crazy destructive aura, mixed with Da Baoyan's immeasurably high temperature, swept across a huge area in an instant like the autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

"Help...help."

A terrified female voice sounded.

A little maid stood guard not far away, and beside her was a big comatose man.

It was the iron tower and the little maid.

Facing the ripples that rushed at him at such a high speed, a monk of the little girl's level could not resist at all.

The demonic Xiao Chen didn't even look at it, but just stared closely at the top of Da Baoyan.

Ever since that terrifying thunder sea appeared, a strange feeling had surged in his heart.

This sea of ​​thunder seems to be alive.

"Help me, thief grandson." Seeing that the little maid was about to die, the human nature Xiao Chen desperately tugged at the demon nature Xiao Chen's ears.

This girl is Zi Linglong's maid, and Zi Linglong is also a cute friend.

In the future Zi Linglong will marry Little Cutie, this girl will be Little Cutie's bed warmer, what a pity to die like this.

Xiao Chen's magical brain circuit has already thought of the distant future.

Demonic Xiao Chen was too lazy to deal with this psychopath, and had no intention of making a move.

In the eyes of the demonic Xiao Chen.

Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky.

Death is bad luck, death is luck.

"Emperor."

Seeing the human nature Xiao Chen twitching at the demon nature Xiao Chen's ears in a hurry like a monkey, the god of death let out a distressed cry.

"Whatever you want to do, do it yourself." Demonic Xiao Chen slapped off human Xiao Chen's little hand impatiently.

The god of death nodded, and with a wave of his hand, a black wave surged out, supporting the little girl not far away from the iron tower.

The death tide emitted a faint black halo to protect the two of them.

"Thank you, sister." The little girl wiped her tears and kept thanking the god of death.

It's also interesting that the god who controls death is actually doing something to save people at this moment.

The first divine thunder was blocked by Da Baoyan, and the sea of ​​red clouds above the void churned more and more violently.

It seemed to be warning Da Baoyan not to meddle in his own business.

"boom!"

The second red divine thunder fell, and there was no time for the charming woman to breathe.

The delicate woman's face was a bit ugly, the power of the red void thunder was beyond her imagination.

The explosion energy contained in it is more than ten times that of ordinary thunder calamity.

"Linglong, stop quickly, let this dress resist the thunder disaster by itself, I can only resist three divine thunders at most."

The pretty woman shouted, and the flames around her frantically gathered to form a huge flame vortex.

"Burning the world."

The huge vortex spun crazily, creating a terrifying suction force.

The red divine thunder was forcibly drawn out of the established orbit and blasted onto the flame vortex.

"vomit……"

The terrifying energy directly made the pretty woman spurt blood wildly.

"Thirty-seven thousand eight hundred and fifty-four... thirty-seven thousand eight hundred and fifty-five..."

Zi Linglong's head was covered with sweat, and she was like a demon, muttering non-stop.

There are fewer and fewer "Jinluan Baoqi" around her, but the weight of this dress is simply incalculable.

An engraving of 10,000 catties seems to be impossible to fill it up.

"boom!"

Another thicker divine thunder blasted down.

The charming woman put her life on the line and blocked the divine thunder.

But this is also her limit. At this moment, her body is full of cracks, and fiery red molten liquid flows out of her right eye.

"Run..."

The delicate woman shouted like crazy.

This hysterical cry finally awakened Zi Linglong who was about to go mad.

She looked up at the furious sea of ​​clouds above her head, and smiled miserably.

Zi Linglong knew that it was over here.

"After all, I still don't have the ability to create a dream object!"

"I'm afraid the clothes will have to resist the next thunder tribulation."

Generally speaking, the birth of a fetish must go through the baptism of thunder to become perfect.

But the thunder calamity of the gods is different from the thunder calamity of the monks.

The lightning calamity of the gods is very fierce, especially some gods against the sky, their thunder disasters are basically destroyed if touched.

It is impossible to succeed if you just rely on the fetish that has just been built and resist by yourself.

Therefore, when a general fetish is born, there will be a great dynasty, a big sect, and they will do their best to resist the thunder disaster for the fetish.

Without the baptism of thunder, the fetish will lose part of its divinity, but it is better than being wiped out in ashes.

But the thunder calamity summoned by this dress has never been seen before, and its power is extremely terrifying, and it cannot be resisted by human beings at all.

Looking at the slightly trembling clothes, Zi Linglong's eyes were filled with tears.

Every piece of work is her child, and there is no reason for parents to watch their children and send them to death.

Zi Linglong gritted her teeth suddenly, and the remaining "Jinluan Baoqi" around her suddenly splashed all over her clothes.

Zi Linglong exhausted her last energy and crazily drew an extremely complicated pattern.

The gray robe now shone with a golden light, majestic and majestic.

And this move made the sea of ​​red clouds above his head roar wildly.

The terrifying red thunder snakes gathered together in crazy entanglement.

The Razer screamed, twisted, and morphed.

A god of thunder and lightning stood up from the churning sea of ​​clouds.

—Everything was engulfed by the boundless red lightning.

No one could be seen, no noise could be heard, only the deafening thunder.

"Clatter..."

In the void, there was a torrential red rain.

Red lightning spread down along the line of heavy rain, and the entire void was filled with the tingling sound.

"Lu, you have to go by yourself." Zi Linglong looked at the robe and said softly.

"Eep, babble..." At this moment, the robe actually made a babbling sound like a baby.

The cuffs of the robe rippling up by themselves, gently touching Zi Linglong's face.

"He lived, he lived..."

Zi Linglong burst into tears, this newly refined dress actually had its own consciousness.

"Walk……"

At this moment, the figure of a pretty woman suddenly appeared beside Zi Linglong, and forcibly took her away from here.

"Thirty-seven thousand nine hundred and eighty-seven."