The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Xiao Chen made a trumpet shape with his hands and put them next to his mouth, and then an earth-shattering voice came out of Xiao Chen's mouth.

"Hey grandson."

"Hey... grandson."

"Hey... grandson... son."

The roaring sound was extremely ear-piercing in this silent river, and the echo was unwilling to dissipate for a long time.

The bloody lady was dumbfounded, and the next moment she was almost scared to death.

Those mechanical phantoms were all awakened by Xiao Chen's grandson, and the ghost hands under the phantom's feet stopped swaying.

Those phantoms all looked back at Xiao Chen, and countless red light spots lit up in the eye sockets of those phantoms.

The dead have awakened.

"My... my lord, what should I do?" The bloody lady asked in a crying voice.

Xiao Chen ignored the bloody lady who was so frightened that she was out of shape, but looked at the awakened souls with great interest.

What made Xiao Chen a little dissatisfied was that although those dead souls were awakened, they all looked like idiots, and they didn't make any other movements just looking at them.

Xiao Chen made his hand into the shape of a trumpet again, and put it by his mouth.

"Come and beat Grandpa!"

"Come and fight... grandpa... ah!"

The voice resounded in the silent river, and the entire Dead Mountain seemed to tremble from Xiao Chen's voice.

"Woo~"

At this time, a desolate and heroic horn sounded, as if guiding the way forward for these dead souls.

With the sound of the horn, those dead souls frantically rushed towards Xiao Chen's location as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

The cloudy wind blew violently, and the blood moon above the sky was also covered by the huge cloudy air here, and the silent river fell into absolute darkness.

This black is like someone splashing countless inks in the air, thick and suffocating.

Fortunately, both of them are practitioners, so they won't be invisible in this absolute darkness.

"My lord, my lord." The bloody lady cried with a mournful face.

"It's called injustice." Xiao Chen rolled his eyes, looking at the direction where the horn sounded in the distance.

"Grandma, let's find you out."

After all, Xiao Chen has a friend who is one of the three major divisions of the underworld. Xiao Chen is very clear about the world of the dead.

Such a large-scale march of ghosts must have a command base camp, and Xiao Chen's purpose is to find that base camp.

Now that the goal has been achieved, the next step is to think about how to deal with the ghost in front of him.

Xiao Chen intensified the dead air covering the big tree, but he sat down on the big tree with his eyes closed and meditated.

The bloody lady looked at Xiao Chen's movements with a dazed expression, and then at the dead souls that crowded the entire space outside the dead air. Is this going to act out the story of dying on the spot?

Xiao Chen began to rummage in his memory. The current situation is that the yin energy in this place is too large and thick. Although there is a gap compared with the real Path of the Dead, it is not that big.

As for the dead energy that Xiao Chen can use now, except for protecting Luo Xiansi and the other three, it is no longer enough. Of course, if it is only for self-protection, there is no problem, but Xiao Chen is not a person who likes to be a turtle. .

Xiao Chen rummaged in his mind for some exercises that Meditation had given him.

The reason why many friends like to give the exercises to Xiao Chen is because Xiao Chen's realm and vision are too high in the great world, and Xiao Chen can make up for the defects of these exercises to the greatest extent.

As for why Xiao Chen didn't practice his own kung fu, you might not believe it if you tell him, Xiao Chen's own kung fu is too profound and complicated to be done quickly.

As for the previous two saber attacks, Xue Shura borrowed the evil energy of the entire Minghai City to form the formation, so Xiao Chen could use the extremely weak "skeleton under the lamp who will strike the sword", and now it is probably too late to form the formation.

Once the Asura Eye went berserk, it was Xiao Chen purely suppressing it with his own dead energy.

Now in this situation, the dead energy of oneself can no longer suppress the negative energy outside, so it is urgent to learn some exercises to open up the current situation.

And the most famous ones that can be done quickly are of course the Ghost Dao of the Underworld and the Demon Dao of the Demon Realm.

Xiao Chen kept rummaging in his mind, turning a blind eye to the dead souls who were madly attacking other than the dead energy.

"Majestic devilish energy."

"Fuck, the name is only suitable for two idiots to practice."

"Magic Embryo Planting Dao Dafa."

"Nervous! The devil is the devil, and the Tao is the Tao. It's not good to be a pure person."

"My lord, what are you doing?"

Listening to Xiao Chen's broken thoughts, and looking at the crazy dead souls besides the dead air, the bloody lady almost cried.

It's not that she's timid, it's that the situation is so fucking scary right now.

Xiao Chen opened his eyes, looked at the bloody lady like an idiot, and said, "Learning exercises, do you want me to go out and fight those picky bastards?"

The bloody lady almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood. The so-called sharpening the gun before the battle is not fast, but you are too close to the battle. They are almost riding on your neck, so you just started to learn the exercises.

"Don't be noisy! Be careful I'll throw you out." Xiao Chen closed his eyes again after finishing speaking.

"Wild Demon Tome."

"Heavenly Demon Change."

"Vatican Saint True Devil Art."

...

"Has that bastard's head been caught by the door panel? Why did he give me all the magic characters? You have a big enmity with the Demon Realm, so you shouldn't study it every day." Looking at those exercises, Xiao Chen couldn't help it. I greeted the eighteen generations of ancestors of Mingsi in my heart.

What the hell, are the names so ugly? Those mentally retarded people in Moyu also don't have any aesthetic level at all. This devil and that devil want to stick a picture on their foreheads. Laozi Moyu is invincible in the world.

Xiao Chen rummaged through the black threads all over his head for a while, but finally he found a kung fu that did not belong to the Demon Realm.

"Eight ghosts."

Xiao Chen patted his forehead, "Forget it, it's up to you."

Although Xiao Chen's strength is gone now, but his state of mind and vision are still there, there is no problem at all if he wants to quickly master some low-level exercises, the difference is nothing more than the size of the power.

"The eight demons are divided into eight types: gold ghost, ice ghost, fire ghost, thunder ghost, water ghost, wood ghost, and dead ghost. You can refine the corresponding weapons and choose the type to enter the ghost realm."

There were black lines all over Xiao Chen's face, if the **** went to fight, he would have to carry eight kinds of weapons with him, that guy Ming Si was really mentally handicapped.

Xiao Chen chose an ice ghost who used a knife as a medium, Xiao Chen grabbed it, and it appeared in his hand without a trace.

"Oh! I've been wronged all of a sudden." Xiao Chen muttered helplessly to Wu Jian.

Xiao Chen drew his knife out of his body, black flames ignited on his body, revealing his skeleton body.

Xiao Chen mobilized the little dead energy in his body, and the dead energy began to swim up and down Xiao Chen's bones as white as jade, and complicated black patterns formed on Xiao Chen's bone frame.

After the pattern engraved all the skeletons, Xiao Chen gave a low voice, "Ice ghost, come in."

As Xiao Chen's voice fell, the patterns on the bone frame began to flicker with icy light, and extremely cold ripples spread towards the surroundings.

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