The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Xiao Chen staggered towards the holy mountain.

When he came back from the void, he was carried directly to hell by the divine cowherd group and reincarnated.

So Xiao Chen didn't know that the holy mountain was transformed by sword slaves.

The current Xiao Chen thought that the sword slave was guarding the gate of the sword prison!

Just as the distance drew in, Xiao Chen felt the aura of a sword slave.

Xiao Chen looked at the holy mountain and was stunned for a long, long time.

The sword slave used to be called the sword devil, a person who loves swords and becomes a devil, a real fake emperor.

He is a very domineering person. He forbids others to use knives because he thinks those people are not worthy.

He crosses the void, walks on every great world, and slays those who wield the sword.

Until one day I met Xiao Chen.

That was the only defeat in the sword slave's life.

In the battle with Xiao Chen, he lost one leg and one arm.

Although disabled, he walked out of the devil's heart.

From that day on, the sword slave followed Xiao Chen, holding the sword for Xiao Chen, that is, from then on he called himself the sword slave.

Later, the demonic Xiao Chen opened the sword prison, and the sword slave became the gatekeeper.

He was sitting in front of the knife prison gate, with those broken knives as companions.

The sword slaves are looking forward to the opening of each sword prison, because every opening of the sword prison will be a feast for the sword masters.

...

Xiao Chen passed the monster clan guarding around the holy mountain and came to the foot of the holy mountain.

Xiao Chen looked up and tapped the mountain lightly.

"Old cripple, how are you doing recently?"

Xiao Chen was destined not to hear the hoarse reply in the past.

A gust of fresh wind blew and circled around Xiao Chen.

In front of the mountain that was originally a cliff, a staircase suddenly appeared.

The stairs spiral and wind up to the top of the mountain.

Xiao Chen smiled and stepped up.

...

When Xiao Chen stood alone on the top of the mountain, he gently let go of his hands.

Embracing the blue sky, looking at the mountains, taking a breath of fresh air, listening to the wind blowing by my ears.

Listen to the trivia of ordinary people in the distance, and look at the green pines and green grass next to you.

At this moment Xiao Chen's heart was calm, as quiet as a virgin, as light as running water, as floating as a breeze.

All the helplessness floating in the world at this moment has been relieved at this moment.

How can I forget this state of mind, this mountain top!

...

Xiao Chen sat cross-legged beside the prison dragon, and there was a tattered robe beside the prison dragon, which was his Tuntian robe.

Xiao Chen gently stroked the crack on the prison dragon's blade, remaining silent.

"how are things?"

Xiao Chen finally opened his mouth.

Prison Dragon seemed to be waiting for Xiao Chen to speak.

As soon as Xiao Chen finished speaking, a faint figure floated out from the blade.

The tight-fitting black armor, the magnificent face, and the ponytail at the back of the head, which was longer than the body, fluttered wantonly in the air.

An inexplicable cold breath permeated instantly.

This breath is only worthy of the Prison Dragon.

The prison dragon's face was full of cracks, like porcelain that was about to break, the beauty was soul-stirring.

Prison Dragon looked at Xiao Chen, and slowly sat beside him, his long hair scattered on the ground.

Liusu Mingyue called out sweetly, "Sister Yulong."

The prison dragon nodded slightly.

Liusu Mingyue jumped up happily, jumped onto the prison dragon's hair and rolled.

Hei Feng lay on the side tremblingly, this wicked woman, but Hei Feng's long-standing nightmare.

Because he likes to tease Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen doesn't care.

But Prison Dragon didn't allow anyone to treat the Emperor like this.

In the past, because of the black wind, Xiao Chen was often teased, and from time to time, he would be beaten by the prison dragon and lie on the bed. It might last half a month, or a month.

Xiao Chen smiled, and pulled Hei Feng's pig's ears.

Hei Feng shook the pig's head annoyed, he would not dare to be presumptuous with this girl around.

Xiao Chen looked at Prison Dragon's face full of cracks, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

The two of them just sat quietly until the sun went down, just like before, the years were quiet.

"Great Emperor, today is your birthday." Looking at the sunset, Prison Dragon suddenly stood up.

Prison Dragon pointed at the foot of the mountain: "They should all be waiting for you to go home for dinner."

Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment, because Xiao Chen himself had forgotten how many years he hadn't celebrated his birthday.

Xiao Chen nodded, and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch Jail Dragon's cracked face.

The prison dragon smiled lightly.

Prison Dragon hardly smiles, but it looks really good when he smiles!

Prison Dragon took a step back gently, "Great Emperor, please respect yourself."

"Hehehe..." Xiao Chen laughed awkwardly, put his outstretched hand on his head, and scratched it.

Judging by his proficient appearance, he probably did this a lot.

"Let's go, go."

Xiao Chen grabbed Liusu Mingyue, put it on his head, and jumped directly from the top of the mountain.

Prison Dragon shook his head helplessly, the Great Emperor remained unchanged.

But then the prison dragon laughed again, "Isn't this very good?"

...

Looking at the gradually dimming sky, the family sat in front of the door, their faces full of anxiety.

"It's getting dark, why hasn't Chenchen come back?" Xiao Chen's mother sighed.

"Oh, don't sigh, go into the house and heat up the dishes." Xiao Zhengyang walked back and forth in the yard, seemingly calm, but in fact he was anxious.

"It's hot, it's almost hot, it's still hot."

Xiao Chen's mother was so angry that she went up and grabbed Xiao Zhengyang's ears: "Shake it, what's the matter with it, it dazzled my eyes."

"It hurts, hurts..." Xiao Zhengyang howled ghostly.

Goudan had already woken up, holding Fat Orange in his arms, with a pitiful look on his face.

And poor Fat Ju, if he hadn't been in good health, he would have been strangled to death by Goudan long ago.

Xiao Manyu hugged the chubby little girl and stared nervously ahead, not daring to blink for fear of missing something.

"Ah...boom!"

Just when the family was extremely anxious, an exaggerated cry came from the holy mountain.

Then there was a violent tremor of the earth.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack..."

The Yaozu who had been stationed outside for many years issued harsh sirens.

An army of monster clan quickly assembled and rushed in.

"Hey... the mountain that the old cripple turned into is quite high!" Xiao Chen crawled out of a big pit.

As soon as he came out, he saw an army of monsters surrounding him.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way..."

Goudan rushed over with Fat Orange in his arms, Xiao Manyu followed closely behind, but the husband and wife froze in place, seeming a little uneasy.

"The king is in danger..." There was a big monster stopping Goudan.

At this moment, Goudan seems to have returned to the era when he was rampaging around Xiao Chen.

Before the big demon could react, he was hit by the dog egg and flew out.

Seeing that familiar figure, Goudan running, tears streaming down his face at some point.

Xiao Chen looked at Goudan and laughed happily, "My Goudan has grown up!"

"Daddy." Goudan slammed into his arms.