The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

"Crazy man, if you dare to call the name of Emperor Fengdu directly, you will be sent to hell today."

The leading ghost soldier swelled up with anger, and blisters the size of fists appeared on his face.

The blisters burst open, and a large amount of yellow water flowed out, which was disgusting and terrifying.

It seems that this guy was burned to death before his death.

The Yin wind howls, and the evil spirit flourishes.

Most of these ghost soldiers are composed of villains.

They have done too much evil and cannot be reincarnated, so they become Yin soldiers and accumulate merit in this underworld.

At that time, when the merits and virtues are full, you can reincarnate.

Who will let go of this good opportunity to do meritorious service now.

Catch this lunatic, and when the time comes, the judge will write a stroke in his merit book, wouldn't it be wonderful.

At that time, he might be able to enter the Fengdu Palace and become a member of the Royal Forest Army.

It is a great fortune to turn a hairy student into a ghost cultivator directly.

As the saying goes, reality is full, but ideals are cruel.

An unparalleled figure of a gorgeous woman appeared beside Xiao Chen, who was the Grim Reaper who had always lived in the bracelet.

As the ancient god, although the world is not the same, but the innate coercion against the dead is still there.

"Kneel down."

The god of death sat on the water circle transformed by the death tide, and the majestic voice turned into sound waves, overlapping and emerging.

The terrifying coercion was released instantly, sweeping across the entire City of Death like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Whether these undead were willing or not, they were all forced to kneel down by this coercion.

This is the dominance of up and down.

Even though the god of death has no power now, the ability of the superior is still there.

"Who are you?" The leading cavalry looked at the god of death in horror. Only Emperor Fengdu had this kind of coercion.

"Oh, we are here to handle business, don't be so overbearing!"

Xiao Chen smiled and walked towards the city, when he passed by a cavalryman, he kicked him on the buttocks.

"Let you be crazy and cool."

The cavalry wanted to die, what the hell did this mess with?

All the way into the city, Xiao Chen frowned when he saw the densely packed kneeling ghosts in the city.

"Why are there so many unjust souls? Is Leng Xiaolu lazy again?"

Xiao Chen still remembered that he was training this guy to be a qualified king.

The Prison Dragon took him and destroyed several countries in the illusion.

At this moment, a stream of light rose from the city lord's mansion in the distance.

Several figures appeared in front of Xiao Chen.

They seemed to be somewhat resistant to the coercion of the God of Death, but it could be seen that they were still affected, and their expressions were very bad.

"It's you?" A middle-aged man with a majestic face looked at Xiao Chen and shouted in surprise.

"Hey, who are you? Know me?" Xiao Chen looked at the middle-aged man with some curiosity.

"I am the king of Biancheng, and I am in charge of this futile city." The middle-aged man nodded and continued: "I have met my lord once, and you have a very good relationship with Emperor Fengdu."

Xiao Chen scratched his head, probably at that time when he came to Hell to find Leng Xiaolu, this guy happened to be by his side!

"Sister Death, it's okay, don't scare these ghosts."

Now that I have met "acquaintances", things will be much easier.

Reaper nodded slightly, and returned to the bracelet.

King Bian Cheng covered his heart, and after a while he was afraid, and asked cautiously, "My lord, who was that woman just now?"

"Orthodox Grim Reaper, but not the Grim Reaper of this era."

"Reaper?" King Bian Cheng looked confused, it seemed that he didn't have this title these days.

Xiao Chen responded casually, and then asked, "Is Leng Xiaolu there?"

"Yes, my lord, follow me." King Biancheng led the way through the city of death.

"By the way, why are there so many innocent souls in the City of Wonderful Death?" Along the way, Xiao Chen discovered that the number of innocent souls far exceeded his expectations.

"Alas!" King Biancheng sighed helplessly.

"Why, what happened?" Xiao Chen frowned.

"There was a problem a few years ago. I don't know why. Sometimes the Hall of Reincarnation is turbulent."

"For the safety of reincarnation, during times of turmoil, Emperor Fengdu will seal the entrance of reincarnation, which causes delay in reincarnation."

"Many of these wronged souls are due to the time, and they should go to the Senluo Hall to receive the sentence."

"But because of the turmoil in the Hall of Reincarnation, a large number of souls are stranded, and they can only wait here."

"Have you found the reason for the turmoil?" Xiao Chen asked.

The hell on earth is an important place that governs the unique reincarnation. If something goes wrong, it may cause a part of the heaven to collapse.

"No, Emperor Fengdu, an old man, also tried to find it. He only said that he saw a long burning river roaring madly, and there was no progress in the rest."

King Bian Cheng tugged at his sparse beard, his face full of sorrow.

If this delay continues, hell will be overcrowded by then, and that will be a big problem.

Xiao Chen reckoned that that's how he ripped off his big beard.

"The long river of burning?" Xiao Chen thought for a while, and suddenly remembered the long river of karmic fire in the underworld.

That unlucky fellow of Ming Si also seemed to have said that ever since Huo Lian was taken away by the demonic Xiao Chen, Karma Huo Changhe has been restless, causing the entire Nether Realm to be in turmoil.

"Is there any connection between the two?"

Xiao Chen pulled his chin, realized that he didn't have a beard, and laughed dryly twice.

"It's okay to ask that silly dog!" Xiao Chen thought for a while, and thought it was a way.

After all, he is the emperor, so there are many ways to think about it.

...

In Fengdu Great Hall.

An extremely handsome man in a dragon robe was lying on a dragon chair.

The long golden hair spread out like a waterfall.

Leng Xiaolu is getting more and more beautiful. At first glance, this appearance can be evenly compared with a dog's egg.

A white-armored general looked out of the hall sadly.

The coercion from the dead city just now made him a little uneasy.

But he couldn't leave Leng Xiaolu's side, in case something happened to Emperor Fengdu, no one could bear the responsibility.

Leng Xiaolu was rolling on the huge dragon chair in boredom.

"Oh, what happened to the Temple of Reincarnation, I want to go out to play."

Leng Xiaolu rolled and muttered.

General Bai Jia was a little dumbfounded, after so many years, his own king was still the same, always thinking about going out for a walk, or talking about his brother Xiao Chen.

Although the general told him that Xiao Chen had died in battle, Leng Xiaolu didn't believe it at all.

Leng Xiaolu always said, "Brother Xiao Chen, I will come to see him one day."

Although Leng Xiaolu insisted on the idea that Xiao Chen was not dead, General Bai Jia often saw Leng Xiaolu secretly wiping tears when no one was around.

Perhaps Leng Xiaolu admitted in his heart the fact that Xiao Chen had already died in battle, General Bai Jia thought.